Tomorrow
Kurt looked at the two classy-white suits, which were his greatest pride so far- his masterpiece. He smiled, glowing with the joy of knowing that tomorrow, in less than twenty-four hours, Blaine and he will match in them.
He hung the two suits on the door, still smiling to himself.
The bathroom door opened with a crack- I really have to fix that, Kurt thought- revealing Blaine, with wet, dark curls and a towel wrapped around his waist.
Kurt was practically drooling at the sight of Blaine's abs. One more night, he reminded himself, and we will never be pulled apart. He couldn't risk limping on his big day, of course, so sex will have to wait until tomorrow night. But he was allowed to fantasize.
Blaine saw the aim of his gaze, and smiled mischievously. His soon-to-be husband's eyes trailed up Blaine's body, and when he saw he's been caught, his cheeks turned deep red, hot as a flame. Blaine just smiled bigger, walking towards Kurt to hug him passionately.
"Tomorrow," he whispered in his ear, before hauling him into a kiss.
Aaaaand... more fluff. Good news are that tomorrow's drabble will be way darker- if you don't like sad, horrible fanfiction, you might not like it as well.
