Blaine walked back over to their bed, and just watched Kurt for a few moments. Life with him was never going to be dull, that's for sure.

"Kurt, I need you to get back into this bed right now." He patted the empty space next to him, and Kurt rolled his eyes before heading back over to Blaine.

"What's with the face? Is it that horrible to climb in here with me?"

Kurt sighed and smiled at him. "Of course not. I just…get a little carried away sometimes…"

"No! Really?"

"No need to be mean about it, Blaine. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I think it's adorable. Now get in here with me."

Kurt slid in next to Blaine, who put his arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. "You know, Kurt…this is my first time holding you in our bed as my husband. I'm not going to count the few seconds earlier when you jumped out."

As he ran his thumb across his bare shoulder, Kurt turned his head and looked up at Blaine. In that instant, Blaine thought that he felt time stop. He let out a sigh, which brought a smile to Kurt's face.

"Something wrong?"

"Kurt, I never want a day to go by without you looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"The "I want to be with you forever" look."

"I do. You know that. I tell you all the time so it can't possibly be news to you."

"I know. But that look…your eyes sometimes speak volumes more than that mouth ever could."

Kurt leaned up to kiss Blaine, wrapping his arm around his chest. He didn't think it would, but tonight, it felt…different. It felt grown up. It felt…permanent.

"I love you, Blaine. I love being…us. I love being here with you." Before Blaine had a chance to respond to what he had said, Kurt pressed his lips hard to his, causing a low moan deep in Blaine's throat.

"I love you Kurt. Every second of every day I love you more, if that's even possible." And he meant it. Each time he looked at Kurt's face, the softness of his mouth, the depth of those eyes, he felt his love grow.

Blaine now slid down so that he and Kurt were nose to nose, and he kissed his new husband, gently at first, then harder, as if he could not get enough of the taste of Kurt's lips. His eyes were closed, but he opened them slowly as Kurt slid

his left hand down and gently wrapped it around him.

They had touched each other like this a hundred times before, but Blaine could barely control his reaction as the chill of the gold of Kurt's wedding band touched his skin there…and as Kurt began to move his hand up and down on him, that ring…that symbol of their commitment to each other forever…the feeling of it and what it stood for caused Blaine to shudder and come completely undone. He and Kurt looked at each other for only a moment, and then he kissed him hard again. Within what felt like only seconds, Kurt smiled as he felt the warmth from within Blaine covering his fingers.

"I think right now I should feel flattered." Kurt still had his hand wrapped around him, and Blaine moved his hips slowing, wanting to touch Kurt but unable to move.

"I'm glad you're flattered, beautiful, because I am horrified." Blaine made a face that was something between shock and disappointment, which caused Kurt to chuckle out loud.

"Blaine, weren't you the one that has told me…sadly, on too many occasions for me to want to remember…that when that happens, it means that you are just so excited that, well…it can't be stopped?" He sort of felt bad that he enjoyed the fact that the shoe was on the other foot now.

"I know, but for crying out loud, Kurt. It's our wedding night. I would have liked to have given you more than five seconds worth of pleasure." Blaine felt a blush creep across his cheeks as the words left his mouth.

Kurt was not going to let this go without playing just a little bit. "You know, Blaine…I'd like to say the pleasure was all mine, but…wait…it wasn't now, was it?" He looked down at his hand, then back up at Blaine. "Nope. I'd say it was all you."

"Can we start again?"

"What, like double or nothing? Sure you want to risk it?"

"Does Burt know that he raised a mean boy, Kurt?"

Kurt took Blaine's hand in his, and placed it on himself. "Let me show you how it's done, Blaine Hummel." When he took Blaine's hand, it was warm except for the cooler spot where his ring sat. As he pressed it against his skin…there…it happened. The very same thing that had happened to Blaine. Within seconds.

Kurt closed his eyes so that he didn't have to look at Blaine's raised eyebrow.

"I…what I mean is…" Kurt had nothing. No smart comments. No sarcastic barbs. Nothing.

Blaine tried to be serious but was finding it difficult. "Can it be? Kurt Hummel…speechless?" Kurt nodded, and the two began to laugh.

"Kurt, remember when we got caught by that sheriff in the back seat? I think that was nothing compared to this."

"Easy for you to say. You had your pants on. I was caught…unawares."

They laughed again at the awkwardness of the situation, and then before they knew it, they were kissing again, wrapped up in each other and their love. Their lovemaking on this night was slow and sensual and familiar…both knowing what the other needed…and when they finally drifted off to sleep, it was with the knowledge that there was no where on earth they belonged other than in each other's arms until the end of their days.

"Good morning, newlyweds." Carol was putting dishes out on the table, and Kurt walked over to help her.

"I'm famished." Kurt put the last plate down, and walked towards the coffee pot.

"Worked up an appetite on your wedding night, did you?"

Finn.

"Honey, that's not polite. What they did last night is their business." She turned to wink at the boys, and patted Blaine on the shoulder as she passed him heading towards the living room.

"Burt…breakfast. The boys are here."

"You know, how come when they're here, you refer to them as "the boys"? What am I?

"Finn, you are whole other kind of animal." Kurt smiled at his brother, who looked confused.

"Like a lion? You know…fierce?"

"Ok…we'll go with that." Patting the chair next to him, Kurt motioned Finn over to sit.

Burt walked in and smiled at the scene of his whole family at the breakfast table.

"How are we today, gentlemen? You look tired."

"Wedding night." Finn tried to make a face but was interrupted by his mother shooting him a look and Kurt pinching him on his arm.

"Oww…Kurt, what the heck? Why the hate? I wasn't saying it like it was a bad thing."

"No, but you were saying it like it was a dirty thing. Same difference."

Burt picked up his coffee slowly. "If you all don't mind, I don't feel like listening to the details of my son's wedding night while eating my eggs."

Blaine tried to change the direction of the conversation. "So, Burt…we're trying to decide on whether to drive to New York, or take the train. I mean, the train would be easier, but what about getting around Manhattan?"

"That shouldn't be a problem. There is so much mass transit, and in a pinch you can always take a cab…"

Kurt sat back in his chair and shook his head. "I've seen "Taxicab Confessions". I know what goes on in those back seats. There isn't enough sanitizer in the world…"

"I'm going to make believe that my son didn't just tell me he watches adult channels…"

"Dad, I'm married now. A married man."

There was silence around the table as they all just looked at each other before Finn started laughing.

"My brother watches porn. Who knew?"

"I don't watch porn. Mom, please make him stop talking."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand under the table. "He doesn't watch porn. It's too much for him."

Kurt shot him a look. "What does THAT mean?"

"Sweetie, you know you don't like that kind of stuff."

Burt shook his head. "I can't tell you how proud I am to listen to my three boys discuss the importance of porn in their life. Can't wait to tell my friends down at the garage."

"Anyway…" Blaine turned from Kurt and addressed the others. "We need to resolve this today so that we can start our trip. As it is, if we decide to go by train, it's going to cost us more for last minute tickets."

Kurt was still hung up on the previous conversation. "You know, Blaine…I didn't sense any complaints from you last night about…"

"Oh, dear God. Stop. Please." Burt tried to eat his breakfast, but couldn't. "All I wanted was to sit here and eat with my family in peace. Must you feel the need to give me all of the graphic details of your wedding night?"

Finn laughed. "Kurt likes porn."

"Your poor father." Blaine started the van as they headed home to iron out the details of their trip to New York.

"Do you think I'm a prude?"

"Well, I've seen you in action, Kurt. I know that you aren't."

"I mean, do you think that people see me like that? You know, stiff?"

Blaine smiled. "I would choose a different word, but no. You're more…I don't know…proper than a lot of guys our age. It's not a bad thing, Kurt. It's just unique."

As they pulled into their parking lot, Blaine looked over at him. He smiled, and reached over to grab Kurt's hand and kiss it.

"What was that for?"

"I couldn't help myself. Now, we need to get our things packed and make some decisions. When I told Ellen that we were leaving this week, she asked if they could watch Bocelli for us. I don't see a problem…"

"Oh, I do. It's big and dopey and has four legs and drools and likes to leave landmines from hell for decent people to step in. I don't want our bird becoming an afternoon snack."

"Midnight won't hurt him. He's a good dog, Kurt. He's just young. I think it will be good for Karen too. "

"Speaking of the little hurricane, when we get to New York, she wants me to take a picture of the Vampire State Building."

"Vampire?"

"Yes. Those were her exact words. I hated to break it to her, but she'll be disappointed by the lack of fangs or a black cape in any of those pictures."

Blaine turned the key in their lock, and blurted out something that he was thinking before he could stop himself.

"I want one of those."

"More specific, please."

"I want a girl."

"You should have thought of that before you put this ring on my finger, fella."

"You know what I mean. I can't wait to have a child with you, Kurt. I can't wait to share all of that."

"It's not all sunshine and rainbows, you know. There are…diapers. And you know how I feel about that situation."

"I know. And I know it's ridiculous to think about it right now. But I want you to know, Kurt…whenever you're ready…just say the word…and we'll start making plans, ok?"

"Ok. But I think we need to focus more on finishing high school and getting at least some way through college. We will need to support our children, you know."

"Children? As in pleural?"

"Blaine, I was an only child my whole life. Until Finn. And I don't want to have a child of ours be alone. God forbid something happened to us. Both of us. Our kid would be alone."

Blaine hadn't really thought about that part, but when Kurt said it, it made sense. "Ok, beautiful. But when you're ready, you promise you'll tell me, right?"

"Of course I will, Blaine. I don't keep secrets from you." Kurt walked over to Blaine, who had his arms outstretched, and fell into his hug. "I like this."

"I have something else you might like, husband of mine." Blaine gave him a look that would have normally melted Kurt, but they really did have to concentrate on their trip.

"Hold that thought. Let's figure out what we're doing, get our train tickets, and then…then you can show me what you have for me." He kissed Blaine quickly on the lips, then walked towards their bedroom. Kurt's phone beeped that he had a new message from Finn, and he looked down and laughed.

"My brother likes porn"

Kurt shook his head as he held it up so that Blaine could see the message.

"I've said it all along. Classy."

Finn's phone buzzed, and he looked down, thinking it was Kurt responding. It was David Anderson.

"Finn-can you give me a call when you get a chance"

He dialed the number and after two rings David picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mr. A, what's up? It's Finn."

"Finn, how are you? Did the boys get off on their honeymoon yet?"

"Are you kidding? It's gonna take Kurt days just to figure out what to wear on the way there, much less for the rest of the time. Your son, sir, has the patience of a saint."

"Well, love does that to you, Finn." David tried to think back to the last time he felt like that. It had, sadly, been a while.

"What can I do for you, Mr. A?"

David hesitated and tried to find the right words. "Finn, I wanted to talk to you about Hannah."

Finn could feel a lump in his throat as he started to speak. "Hannah?"

"Yes. I know that you two know each other somehow—I don't want to know how—and she's asked me to contact you."

This was awkward, Finn thought to himself. He really wasn't even sure of the relationship between the Anderson's and this girl, and he certainly didn't want to do anything that would make things weird between he and Blaine.

After some dead air, David spoke again. "So anyway, Finn. Hannah asked me if I would give you her number in case you ever wanted to…get together again. I told her I would, because I like you. And I trust you."

Finn closed his eyes and gripped the phone tighter. Could he trust himself?

The boys decided to leave on Wednesday morning, which would get them there in plenty of time to see "Wicked" on the weekend and take in the sights. They purchased their tickets leaving from Cincinnati, which had a direct route to New York City. With the generous gift they had received from Blaine's father, they opted to purchase, on the way there, something called the "Viewliner Roomette", which was basically a small cubicle with bunk beds. Their train left at an awful hour, 3:30am, and Blaine thought long and hard about whether it would be worth the cost to have Kurt be able to sleep on the way there rather than deal with a tired and cranky Kurt once they hit New York. He opted to spend the money.

When Burt found out that they would be leaving from Cincinnati, which was about a two-hour ride from Lima at that time of the morning, he was less than happy. But, once Carol reminded him that it was the price they paid for living outside of a major city, what could he do?

On Wednesday morning, Burt and Carole, with Finn in tow, went to pick up the boys at their apartment. When they pulled up, they noticed Rachel, Puck and Brittany pacing around outside of their building.

Finn jumped out of the car, and walked over to the others. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We wanted to see them off properly. It is their honeymoon after all." Rachel handed each of them a small packet of birdseed, which she wanted them all to throw at them as they came out. It should have been a simple plan.

"Well, let me go in and get them. You all try to keep it down, ok? Remember what time it is. Normal people are trying to sleep." Burt walked up to the door and tapped it lightly. Blaine came to the door and opened it slowly.

"We're in the midst of a crisis in here. Please help me." Blaine turned and walked towards their bedroom, where Kurt was sitting on top of his suitcase on the bed, bouncing up and down to try and get it closed.

"Kurt, what on earth…"

"He thinks he needs all of these clothes. Really, Kurt…I have one suitcase and a carry on."

Kurt crossed his arms and stopped bouncing. "Dad, I need all of these things. Tell him."

Burt grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him from the bed. Opening the suitcase, one of three that Kurt had packed, Burt looked through the contents. He pulled out three pairs of shoes and a pair of boots.

"Really, Kurt?" Burt grabbed the boots and one pair of shoes and pushed them back into the suitcase, leaving the others on the floor.

"Dad!" Kurt tried to grab them, and Burt kicked them under the bed.

"Kurt, you have exactly five minutes to get your rear end out into that car so that we can get moving. We have a long drive ahead of us, and I am not going to deal with this nonsense. You're going away for seven days, not a year."

He looked at his father and then over at Blaine. "Stop looking so pleased with yourself. I hate when you two gang up on me."

Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the closet. "Any last minute things before we go?"

"No. And stop smiling."

"I can't help it. I'm happy."

Burt grabbed two of the suitcases and Blaine and Kurt each grabbed their carry on and one of the other suitcases each. They had brought Bocelli over to the girls last night, so they gave one last look around before they closed and locked up the door.

Trying to be quiet in the hallway, they step out into the parking lot where Kurt was immediately pelted in the forehead with a small bag of birdseed.

"Brittany! You were supposed to open the bag and throw the seed. Kurt, are you alright?" Rachel walked over to him, where he was rubbing between his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"But the bag was so pretty. I knew Kurt would like it." Brittany smiled, and Kurt shook his head.

The others threw the loose seed, and as they all walked towards the van, which they felt would be easier to take than Burt's car, Puck laughed when he saw all of the luggage. As he started to help load it into the van, he looked at the two of them standing there.

"Blaine. Miss Minelli." Blaine tried to stifle his laugh when he saw the look on Kurt's face. It was priceless.

Burt handed Finn the last bag, and asked if that was everything.

"I think they may have left a sofa and a nightstand behind." Puck turned to head over to the others, and then turned back to the boys.

"Have a great time, you two. Give New York some Lima Love for me."

Blaine shook his hand, and they all climbed into the van, with the three boys squeezed into the back seat. Burt backed out of the spot, and before they were even out of the parking lot, he heard a commotion behind him.

"Finn, ouch…that hurts."

"Kurt, move over."

"Blaine, quit it."

He was about to yell at them, as he had done so many times before. But what if this was the last time all of his boys were here, like this? He looked at Carole, who patted him on the leg.

"You know Burt, our boys are all grown up."

He looked in the rear view mirror at the three of them.

"Carol, honey…I love you. But we really do need to get your eyes checked."

When they got to the Amtrak station in Cincinnati hours later, Finn and Blaine had fallen asleep, and Kurt just watched the darkness go by outside the side window.

Burt started to open his door, when he heard Kurt call to him, almost in a whisper.

"Dad?"

"What is it, kid?"

Kurt struggled to form the words.

"I think I'm a little scared." He sounded so young that it caught Burt by surprise.

"Are you afraid of New York? I don't think things are as bad as the news sometimes says, Kurt. You two will be fine. And you know if you need anything…ANYTHING…you call me and I will be there in a heartbeat. You know that, right?"

"I know."

Carol turned to Kurt. "What is it, honey?"

"What if I'm a bad husband?"

"Do you love him, Kurt?"

It was an easy question. "More than life."

"And he loves you just as much. You two will be fine. I promise."

Kurt poked at Blaine and Finn to wake them up, and when they finally had all of the luggage out, the family walked over to the platform together. Burt took it all in—everyone he loved was right here. Carole. His boys. Sending them off, somehow, was harder than he thought it would be. It felt as if one part of his life as Kurt's father was ending, and another beginning.

"Dad?"

Burt walked over and hugged Kurt tightly, kissing him on the top of his head like he had done a million times when he was little. "I love you, kiddo. Have a great time, ok?"

"We will. I love you guys."

Burt looked at Blaine and felt the sting of tears in his eyes, no matter how he tried to hold them back. This young man was now the keeper of Kurt's heart. He thanked God that he had sent Blaine to them, and that they had found each other.

A porter loaded their bags, and Kurt and Blaine walked up to the door and handed their tickets over. Blaine grabbed his Kurt's hand before they made their way up the three steps to their car.

"Ready, beautiful?"

"Ready."

Blaine took a deep breath. "Look out, New York. The Hummels are coming."