Prologue – Three Years

February 20, 2018

Blaine put the finishing touches on the breakfast tray. He set a glass of orange juice (without pulp, of course) beside Kurt's breakfast then added a steaming mug of coffee. He placed the envelope beneath the cutlery and added a fresh cut rose from their garden. He leaned back to look at the tray – it was perfect and worthy of his husband. Blaine would settle for no less than perfection today. It was their third wedding anniversary and he vowed to make it the most special.

Kurt had been under a lot of stress lately. He was finishing up his senior year at NYADA and was close to graduation. He was working on various final projects and so hadn't had too much free time. To add onto the insanity Kurt busied himself with looking at grad schools – he had recently decided to add to his pending Musical Theatre degree with education in fashion design.

Blaine was patient and incredibly proud of all of Kurt's achievements but lately he felt a little sad because they hadn't seen much of each other and when they did they bickered about mundane things. He was hoping that this summer they would be able to reconnect – so Blaine thought he had the perfect anniversary gift for this purpose.

He leaned up away from the counter, took the tray in both hands and made his way up the stairs to where his husband was surely still asleep. He slipped into their bedroom quietly and set the tray down on the table. He stood and simply gazed down at the heap that was Kurt. The sheets covered his amazing ass but left his bare milky back exposed to the soft winter sunlight filtering through the white curtains. Blaine's gaze followed Kurt's body upward to where his arms where raised and hugging his pillow. His face was pressed into it – Blaine could only see one ear and his bedhead hair. Blaine swooned. He sat on the edge of their bed, he couldn't help it as his finger reached out to trace along the delicate but strong trail down his husband's spine.

"Mrfmp," Kurt moaned and shifted only slightly.

One of Blaine's favourite things to do was to gently wake his husband from slumber and he knew for a fact that Kurt enjoyed it too so he leaned down and let his lips follow the trailing finger. He started up at the base of Kurt's neck, pecked down between his chiseled shoulder blades, and lower until he felt Kurt stir.

"Mmm…Blaine. Baby." Another sleepy mumble from Kurt's lips.

Blaine's kisses were wet and gentle and lingering on Kurt's milky flesh. Before long, he found himself lapping at his husband's tailbone when he heard a sleepy but urgent voice beckon, "come up here, Blaine Warbler."

Blaine complied happily. He kissed his way back up … excruciatingly slowly … to the back of Kurt's neck, stopping there to nibble and murmur against his heated skin, "happy anniversary my love". Then before he knew what was happening, Kurt had managed to flip over onto his back and meet Blaine's kissing mouth with his own. The kiss was heated as Kurt pressed his tongue in and his hands slid to cradle Blaine's neck gently. Blaine straddled him and lowered himself down onto his beautiful strong body. The kiss became messy and more urgent but Kurt momentarily broke the kiss. "I can't go a second more without telling you…" Blaine's kiss cut him off, his mouth warm and sloppy as Kurt tilted to finish his sentence, "…that you are the love of my life."

Blaine paused and gazed down into Kurt's eyes with a swelling heart and a burning hunger deep in his belly. His hand caressed his cheek, "and there is no doubt that you are mine. You are the joy in my heart, Kurt," he leaned to kiss his lips, pecking sweetly. "Now please," he grinned against Kurt's jawline. "I am dying to fuck my amazingly hot husband on our anniversary."

Those words shot straight to Kurt's groin. He gasped along Blaine's stubbly cheek and arched his back … pressing his now raging cock against Blaine's strong thigh. Blaine knew exactly how to work his husband. He knew every detail of his body and what made him lose his mind. He whispered into his ear, he lapped at his flesh, nibbled gently … then harder, fingertips trailed along defined muscles and down to Kurt's thick and hard cock, stroking, tugging.

Kurt was out of his mind. His hands gripped onto Blaine's shoulders and squeezed. "Please, baby. Fuck me. I need you right n…OH MY GOD."

Before Kurt could finish his sentence Blaine was inside him. All. The. Way. Inside. Him. Blaine grunted against Kurt's throat as he rolled his hips and began to pump inward and upward. Kurt whimpered and moaned loudly into their bedroom. His head was swimming, his heart was ready to burst, and his balls were tight and aching and already needing to release. "Blaine, fuck. Oh God. Fuck."

Blaine hovered over his husband but his face was buried into Kurt's throat. He could feel Kurt's hands on his biceps squeezing as he came hard with a loud groan, "Blaine! FUCK!" Kurt's twitching and spurting cock against his stomach drove him mad … mad with lust. He thrust hard into Kurt, making his body slide up the bed from the force. "Kurt. I love you, I love you, I… oh God… OH MY GOD." Blaine's body tensed then released. Thick ropes of cum coated Kurt's insides, filling him up.

After they had caught their breaths and let the blood filter back into their brains, Blaine got up to deliver the orange juice and envelope. He settled back in beside Kurt and leaned his head on his shoulder. "I'm not really sorry your breakfast got cold," he grinned. "I'll make you some fresh pancakes but first I want you to open your gift."

Kurt smiled at him and took a sip of juice. "You spoil me, Blaine but there was no need to get me a gift. What you give me every day is gift enough."

"Oh, just open it," he laughed and kissed his cheek, stealing the glass from his hand and taking a big gulp himself.

Kurt smiled at him, the wide loving smile that Blaine had become accustomed to. He carefully pulled open the envelope and took out a colourful brochure. As he read it his eyes widened. "Blaine…"

Blaine wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. "I know you've always wanted to go on a cruise but we have been so busy with school and other things that I wanted something more … intimate."

"Baby, this sounds incredible but it's too much. We can't afford this. I mean, a private yacht?" He searched Blaine's hazels. "And neither of us know how to navigate a boat," he laughed.

"That is true but each yacht comes with a Captain to navigate yet it's still very private." He smiled. "It's going to be perfect honey. Just think of you and me out on the open exotic water with nothing but the horizon, the stars, and our love."

Kurt kissed him, he was so in love. Their foreheads pressed together. "It sounds incredible. Thank you. You are so good to me."

"You deserve it all."

Kurt lifted up. "But honestly, we can't afford it."

"We can. All the money I made last summer from Rent revival went to this."

Kurt looked confused, "but… you said you were saving it for the BMW you wanted."

Blaine's eyes shifted and became warmer. "That's just what I told you. I didn't want to ruin the surprise." He traced his finger along Kurt's chest and winked.

Kurt melted. "Wow."

"Wow?"

"Wow, I don't know what I've done in my life to deserve such a beautiful, romantic, loving, perfect husband."

Blaine smiled and leaned closer. "What you did, Kurt Hummel, was open your heart and soul to me. That's all I've ever wanted and needed."

"I can't wait to set sail with you," Kurt said, blinking back his tears of joy.

June 1, 2018

Kurt was very excited as he sat beside Blaine. He bounced in his seat like a little kid as their hands clutched together. He watched out the small oval window as the plane ascended through the clouds on its way to their Tahitian paradise. The past month had been a whirlwind with graduation and Blaine finishing up his junior year at NYU. They had barely had time to think about their vacation but Blaine made sure he had carved out time to plan and book everything. They would arrive in Tahiti and spend three days there before setting sail in their private yacht for seven days. Seven days of nothing to do but watch the sunrises and sunsets. Seven days of star-gazing and slow dancing with the waves. Kurt looked over and saw that Blaine had a goofy grin on his face. He squeezed his hand, "penny for your thoughts?"

Blaine looked out the window at the mixture of blue sky and clouds. "I was just thinking about how happy I am." He smiled into Kurt's eyes. "How happy I am to be with you."

Kurt returned his smile and pecked a kiss to his lips. Yes, this vacation was going to be perfect.