Disclaimer - I do not own glee or any of the franchise.

A/n - yeah, so, first fanfic her guys so be nice please :) thank you :)

"White lips, pale face..." Kurt sang cheerily as a small breeze blew through an open window, framed with stylish red curtains. Kurt himself was a tall, slender boy, with neatly styled brown hair. He was pale and had wide, piercing blue eyes. The eyes he inherited from his mother, who died when he was seven, the same eyes Blaine Anderson fell in love with when he was seventeen.

"Breathing in snow flakes..." Kurt continued to sing as his husband foolishly waltzed into the room.

"What are you singing?" Blaine asked before humming along in that angelic voice that Kurt loved so much, Blaine was a man not much smaller than Kurt, but had a much more muscular build, Blaine had lightly tanned skin, matched with lengthy curly hair, tamed with an unruly amount of hair gel, and deep hazel eyes. Unlike Kurt, Blaine was not accepted by his family for being who he was. When he came out to his parents they didn't hesitate in telling him he was going to hell, and proceeded to kick him out of his home.

"A song." Kurt replied, starting to blush from the embarrassment of being caught singing.

" I can see that, my love. What song is it?" Blaine asked, now more curious than ever.

"A song by some guy from England, he is just mmmm..." Kurt replied with a cheeky tone and an added wink and licking of his lips whilst he twirled his hips in a somewhat sexual motion. At hearing this Blaine mockingly put his hand to his chest, stumbled back and slumped again the wall.

"Always the actor, Anderson..." Kurt laughed at his husbands childlike antics.

The phrase 'when in rome...' Sprung to mind

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"Hummel-Anderson, darling." Blaine corrected

"Sounds better every time I hear it." Kurt sighed in a manner that caused Blaine to know straight away that he was thinking of their wedding day, not so long ago. It had been ten months since the Hummel-Anderson wedding, with the exclusion of most of the Anderson party, Gay marriage was not yet legal in Ohio, so they travelled to Canada just to make it official

"Come on... We have dinner reservations at breadstix for six thirty, it is now six o clock, and judging how long it took you to get ready last time I advise you to go get ready now." Blaine began pulling Kurt towards the stairs and ordering him up by pointing up the stairs and stomping his foot.

Twenty minutes later and Kurt was standing at the foot of the stairs awaiting Blaine to finish with his hair gel.

"How much longer are you going to take?" Kurts moaned, over dramatically falling against the ballinster with his forearm pressed against his forehead in a rather damsel in distress type manner.

"We can go now, OH! I'll drive. Come one." Blaine replied, not taking Kurt dramatics into account.

"Oh no, you are not driving MY car. You will get it rear ended because you drive so slow and you stop at every yellow light, it would take us hours to get there. I. Am. Driving." Kurt said slowly, emphasising more words than others.

"The yellow light does not mean speed up. It means slow down." Blaine huffed, crossing his arms. "Fine, come on, were going to be late."