So, I originally came up with this concept about a week after Finn proposed to Rachel. This chapter specifically has since gone through I don't even know how many rewrites and reworkings since then, but after discovering Racheline's stash of essays over on her blog, Letters From Titan, and working some of her musings into it, I'm finally happy enough with it to proceed.

This is an AU. Beyond the facts that Blaine is a senior at WMHS and Kurt is in New York, nothing will be following the season 4 plotline or spoilers. I am more than willing to answer any questions about this universe either here in PM or over on my Tumblr at lillianmmalter.

I hope to publish a new chapter of this every week or two, but as my muse is being something of a rabid bitch at the moment I have too many stories bouncing around in my head right now to be at all confident in my powers of concentration on this one. I will endeavor not to leave you hanging too long with it though.

DISCLAIMER: I have never smoked nor consumed pot in any way for the very simple reason that just the smell of it within a ten yard area around me makes me physically ill and therefore very grumpy. As such I looked up the effects of smoking different kinds of pot on Wikipedia and took a slight creative license with them.

Also, I don't own Glee.


CHAPTER 1

Kurt woke bitterly to a sunbeam glaring straight in his eye.

It took him a moment longer than he thought it should to figure out why his sheets were so scratchy, why his mattress was so unforgivably hard.

A foot kicked out to bump his own.

Kurt smiled and rolled onto his back, stretching out across the full length of the bed and jostling Blaine enough to make him groan in protest but not wake up. It was heaven waking up next to his boyfriend like this. He could feel Blaine's comforting, warm weight to his left, could listen idly to his light, snuffling snores.

The two of them were shacked up in the Helmsley Park Lane Hotel for the weekend, a completely unnecessary extravagance of Blaine's to celebrate their anniversary and the fact that Blaine's spring break was next week. They had another two days ahead of them to sightsee, reconnect and make love with no parents, no roommates and no nosey friends trying to be helpful but really just getting in the way. It was two days to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted in their king-sized bed overlooking the Park; a perfect mini-vacation before Kurt had to go back to work midway through next week and leave Blaine in the questionable hands of his roommate, Travis, for almost nine hours every day until he went back to Ohio.

Kurt privately thought this weekend was also two days of looking into their future, the two of them living together, sleeping together, eating together every day in some place with a gorgeous view and exquisitely decorated rooms.

He glanced at the French Country-inspired furniture of their hotel room and sighed. Well, he would decorate their home exquisitely, anyway. Blaine's slightly more traditional tastes could surely be dealt with appropriately when the time came.

He smiled down at Blaine's dark head fondly, stretching a little further before something not right caught his attention.

Was he wearing jewelry to bed?

Not only was it highly uncharacteristic – especially as he wasn't wearing anything else – but Kurt feared that if the metal was of an inferior quality his skin might be wrecked and that was something Kurt simply did not want to deal with during his precious vacation time with Blaine.

He brought his hand to eye level just as Blaine murmured something and threw his arm across Kurt's chest.

They were both wearing rings.

On their left ring fingers.

They were wearing wedding rings.

Kurt's heart leapt in his chest at the same time his stomach plummeted to his feet. The simultaneous joy and dread he felt mixed oddly and made him momentarily nauseous. It was not a reaction Kurt ever thought he would have in relation to the news of his own wedding, yet there he was, breathing slowly and trying not to gag.

The elated part of him wanted to leap from the bed and dance around the room until Blaine woke up enough to distract him in the best way possible. If they were actually married, this could technically be considered their honeymoon; they were conveniently staying in the equivalent of a honeymoon suite, after all.

But tempering that part of him was doubt. Were they really even married?

Kurt inhaled and swallowed against the bile rising in his throat. He couldn't remember a ceremony, or their vows or what they might have worn. Did it count if he didn't remember it?

Thinking back to the night before, Kurt remembered giggling. A lot of giggling. He also remembered eating dinner twice. At least, he thought they had. And there were those funny-tasting anniversary brownies Travis had given him just before he left the apartment to pick Blaine up from La Guardia.

Kurt groaned.

The brownies, of course it was the brownies. He mentally smacked himself for being so stupid as to not throw the tainted baked goods in the nearest trash can the moment he left their awkward apartment, but then he had been distracted by thoughts of his upcoming reunion with the love of his life.

And they had smelled good.

He sighed. He should have known better than to trust food Travis gave him.

Slowly, so as not to wake Blaine, Kurt threaded the fingers of their left hands together over his chest. The familiar sight of his pale fingers twined with Blaine's darker tan ones was interrupted by the silver gleam of their white gold wedding bands knocking against each other.

His heart bumped eagerly in his chest.

Kurt breathed deeply in and out to calm himself and wondered where they'd gotten the rings.

An antique shop. That was right. It was in an antique shop they stepped into after Blaine saw it out of his cab window and insisted on looking inside.

Blaine's small suitcase had jerked awkwardly against Kurt's calves as they entered the shop, Blaine bouncing excitedly toward a rather ugly lamp by the window. Kurt smiled indulgently but was thoroughly bored until he saw the jewelry cases hidden along one wall, each one packed with cheap costume jewelry and old mementos from lives long past.

Their rings were paired together toward the back of one of the shelves: simple, old, forgotten. Thinking back on it, Kurt marveled that he noticed them at all, but he'd taken one look at them and known he had to have them.

He was agonizing over what excuse he could use to get them when Blaine surprised him, snaking his arms around Kurt's waist and whispering seductively into his ear.

"See something you like?"

Kurt hummed, settling back into Blaine's hug and gazing at the rings longingly.

"I know we said we'd wait, but don't you ever wish we had something more permanent to remind ourselves of each other? Something that won't melt into a ball of papery goo if I get caught in the rain while wearing it?"

Blaine stilled behind him and Kurt could feel him lean a little more purposefully toward the case.

"Kurt, are you looking at wedding rings?"

"I do like the idea of eloping in Central Park," Kurt said, turning in Blaine's arms so he could watch his reaction. "Gay marriage is legal in New York, you know."

"Kurt-"

"I know we're still young and it's crazy to think about getting married right now, but I can't see myself with anyone but you. You're it for me. I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine said, eyes softening.

"Besides," Kurt shrugged. "They don't have to be anything so official as wedding rings or engagement rings. Maybe they could just be promise rings. For us."

They bought them, of course. Blaine's heart eyes hardly left Kurt's face the entire time they were in the shop negotiating the cost of the rings with the owner. Kurt was proud of himself for the price he managed to get, and proud of himself for not dropping the ring when he slid it on to Blaine's finger later that night.

But that was a lot later. It was after Blaine surprised him with the hotel room, after an overpriced but romantic anniversary dinner for two at a restaurant Kurt's boss set him up with that they may or may not have gotten kicked out of for giggling too loudly. It was even after waiting in line for what felt like hours, irritating everyone around them with the sweetness of their canoodling.

Kurt blushed at the thought of him and Blaine practically crawling into each other's laps in public. He hoped that memory wasn't real. He hoped those bored-looking people waiting in line with them hadn't seen that.

Why were they waiting in line?

Blaine hummed out a sigh and moved his arm up Kurt's chest, his naked thigh sneaking obviously upward to rub at Kurt's groin. It shouldn't have been as sexy as it was, but Kurt immediately found himself becoming… interested.

"Mmm,"

Kurt bit back a smile, leaving his conjecture aside for the moment. "Blaine?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you awake yet?"

"Mm, no," he mumbled, rubbing his thigh with a little more purpose. Kurt sighed happily and quickly spread his legs further apart to give Blaine more room to work.

"You are such a liar."

"Am not," Blaine broke his hand away from Kurt's grip and smoothed it across his chest, brushing the pad of his thumb across Kurt's nipple as he went.

"Are too," Kurt breathed, shifting into his touch.

Blaine nosed his way to Kurt's neck, pressing light kisses along his skin and across his jaw before tracing his tongue around the rim of Kurt's ear and nibbling at the lobe. Kurt gasped and arched into the touch, bringing his right hand around to trace against Blaine's hip and across his ass in the hopes of convincing him to settle on top of him.

"'M not," Blaine mumbled against his skin.

Kurt arched his neck further to give Blaine more room as he sucked and nibbled his way back down his throat, his hips still infuriatingly not grinding down onto Kurt's.

"What do you call this then?" Kurt challenged, his hand moving to firmly grasp Blaine's hard cock.

With a quick twist of his upper body and legs Blaine pulled Kurt on top of him.

Kurt squeaked, his grip loosening to make sure he hadn't hurt anything. Blaine stroked his back and grinned up at him. "I guess you caught me then."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, swiftly adjusting his grip on Blaine's cock to encompass both of them before settling himself more firmly on top of him, pointedly rubbing their erections against each other.

Blaine groaned.

"And what should I do with you now that I've caught you?"

Blaine arched up into him and groped his ass, urging Kurt into a rhythm he had no desire to ignore.

"I think you know."

Kurt hummed and kissed him hard and dirty on the mouth, making Blaine moan and arch his hips higher, both of them thrusting faster.

They didn't last long, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care. He was in New York with his boyfriend – husband? – in a hotel room overlooking the Park with nothing keeping them from each other for at least another 48 hours. It was bliss.

He cleaned them up quickly and relaxed onto Blaine's chest, sighing happily.

"I could get used to this."

"Mmm. Can't get too used to it though," Blaine murmured, skimming a hand up and down Kurt's back. "I still have to go back to Ohio in a week."

"Yeah," Kurt breathed, carefully studying Blaine's face. "But since we're married no one can object to you moving in with me right after you graduate and we can do this every morning,"

Blaine stilled.

"What?"

Hmm. Maybe Blaine didn't remember their wedding either. This would make things interesting.


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