Klaine are married!
With apology, this is unedited and has been written on three hours sleep. For the first time ever, I'm opening this up to you. If there's a short scene you'd like to have written based on the episode, let me know. Clearly, if I'm inundated I won't be able to accommodate everyone, so please don't be offended if you give a prompt and it's not written. Let's just have a week of Klaine wedding one shots, shall we? Yay!
"Did you even speak to your mom?" Kurt asks as he drives his new husband toward the hotel he had hastily booked. It hadn't seemed quite right, to have their wedding night in Blaine's apartment, which was all packed up ready for him to move out next week. Their other option had been to trail home with Burt and Carole, but that would mean both couples lying awake most of the night, with Burt muttering every time a noise was heard, and Kurt and Blaine too scared to do anything.
So, a modest room in a hotel just off route seventy it was, with Blaine's promise that he would take Kurt out for breakfast the next day. It wasn't all that classy and it certainly wasn't the wedding night Kurt would have planned, but actually, oddly enough, it all seemed perfect. Kurt thinks the other groom's presence might have something to do with it.
"Of course I talked with her," Blaine laughs. "We were dancing together."
"That's not talking."
"I can talk with my mom any time," Blaine points out, his hand coming to rest on Kurt's thigh. "I can't see my husband in his wedding tux everyday."
"You can see me out of it too, if you want?"
"Ha! That's so cheesy," Blaine laughs, but then he leans close, his hand sliding a little further up Kurt's leg. "But yes, I want to very much."
For some reason, the hotel clerk doesn't seem at all interested in Kurt's ramblings about how they got married this morning despite having only just gotten back together. Neither does she care when Blaine starts explaining that they were engaged. She just hands them the key to the room, tells them it's on the second floor, and the elevators are on their left.
"This is it?" Kurt cries when they enter.
"It's fine."
"I want better than fine!"
"You booked it," Blaine points out. He closes the door and hangs his jacket, then walks into the center of the room, looking around. "It has a bathroom and a bed. What more do we need?"
"I know but I just..." He stops, turning to look at Blaine who just holds his left hand up in response. "You have a point."
Blaine smiles as he walks slowly toward him, until his hands can rest gently on his hips and draw him close. "One day, you and I will stay in the finest, swankiest hotels, I promise you. But for now, for tonight, we'll stay here. And then, in twenty years time, when our kids are asking what our wedding was like, we'll tell them how we got married on the spur of the moment, because we loved each other so much. We'll tell them that our wedding night was spent in a Days Inn, with the sounds of trucks passing on the highway ringing in our ears, and when we woke up the next morning we went for breakfast at Denny's."
"Denny's," Kurt groans, but he laughs and lets his head drop onto Blaine's shoulder.
They stay that way for a moment, just holding each other close. Having finally reunited it seems as though every so often they need to stop, to take stock of what this is, what it means to be together again, and now...husbands.
"We're totally married," Kurt whispers, and Blaine sighs happily, kissing just above his collar.
"We are, Kurt Anderson-Hummel."
"Hmm." Kurt pulls back a little, but they keep their arms around each other, not wanting to be parted. "Say that again."
"Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel."
Kurt loosens first his own bow tie and then Blaine's, unfastening the top button of his shirt and kissing into the hollow of his throat. "I like it."
"Husband."
"I like that too." Another kiss, soft and light, comes just under Blaine's jaw and he turns, catching Kurt's lips in a deep, long kiss which leaves them both breathless.
"You're actually my husband!" Blaine cries, an ear splitting grin on his face. His eyes are dancing with joy and he's proud. So damn proud that he and Kurt have got this far. It's as though they've completed one part of their journey and now they're poised, ready to start a new adventure.
"For realsies," Kurt teases, and then he kisses him again.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"I really love you. I mean, I know we're married which probably gives you some idea of my feelings, but... I don't know. I just...yeah. I really love you. And I want you to know that I never stopped. Not once."
Kurt nods, too overwhelmed to speak. He shrugs out of his jacket and throws it over the back of a chair, then holds his arms out once more to his husband, who goes willingly.
Kurt doesn't think he will ever tire of feeling Blaine's hands framing his face as they kiss. It's his go to position, and one which they now both fall into automatically. He loves the way Blaine tilts Kurt's head gently so he can kiss him deeper, so he can run his tongue into his mouth and make Kurt feel lightheaded with passion. He loves the way Blaine commands the kiss, takes control, and he loves the way this leaves his own hands free to wander, and they do; to the buttons of Blaine's shirt until it's open and then their kiss finally breaks for Kurt to pull it from his skin before starting on his own.
"Hey! That's your husband's job," Blaine says, and then he makes Kurt swoon by staring into his eyes as he slowly undresses him.
"I'm in just my underwear and you're only shirtless," Kurt points out. "No fair."
Blaine laughs and steps backward, holding his arms out wide. "All yours."
"Forever."
Blaine drops his arms, turning serious. "Yeah. Wow."
"Does that freak you out?" Kurt asks, sliding his hands around his waist.
"In the best possible way."
"Same."
He lowers Blaine's pants, and from his position kneeling on the floor he softly kisses up his thighs.
"Kurt, get up here," Blaine says quietly, his hand running through his hair.
"But I..."
"All in good time. Just... C'mere."
Kurt straightens up so they're eye to eye, draping his arms over Blaine's shoulders. "Yeah?"
Blaine looks nervous, and Kurt can't really understand why, but then one of his hands moves to his lower back, to keep him close, and the other takes Kurt's right hand, locking their fingers together and holding them over his heart.
"I can feel your heartbeat," Kurt says with a laugh.
"Shh."
"What are you...?"
"Never knew, I could feel this way," he sings.
"Blaine..."
"Like I've never seen the sky before."
"You..."
"Want to vanish, inside your kiss. Every day I love you more and more."
Kurt settles down, his head on Blaine's shoulder, his eyes closed as he listens to his husband singing their song. They gently sway, their bodies pressed close together. When his turn comes, Kurt lets his voice soar in perfect harmony with Blaine's.
The moment is so perfectly them, that in many ways it feels more intimate than they've ever been before. Standing there alone in a hotel room, singing their song of true love and dancing their first proper dance as husbands.
"I will love you," they promise each other as the song comes to a close. "Until my dying day."
They seal it with a kiss, one which builds in passion and intensity as Kurt backs Blaine toward the bed and gently lays him down.
Maybe it's the fact that they're now married, or maybe it's just that they're more in love than they've ever been, but their lovemaking seems more intense, more meaningful, and more romantic than it's ever been before.
As Kurt moves slowly inside of Blaine, prolonging it all for as long as he can, he takes his hand again, locking their fingers together and resting them over Blaine's heart once more. "Forever," he whispers, then buries his face into Blaine's neck, blinking back tears of happiness.
They climax together, Kurt almost silently and Blaine with a soft moan as he arches his back. Neither one moves for a very long time and when they do, it is only for Kurt to shift until he's on his side, curled about Blaine's soft, warm body, his head resting onto his chest.
Blaine plays with his hair, marvelling at the fact that he can do this for the rest of his life. Kurt's arms will hold him forever. His lips will seek him out. He will see his husband's eyes sparkle with happiness, cry tears of sadness, flash in anger and twinkle with mirth. Every day he will hear him say that he loves him, and he will be able to say it in return.
Kurt's head is filled with so many visions of the future that he can't even begin to fathom it all. They'll finish college, congratulate each other on jobs found, or commiserate over opportunities lost. They'll buy a house. They'll go to weddings and funerals of friends and family. They'll hold babies in their arms and watch as they grow. They'll laugh together, sing together, dance together. They'll fight, make up, and make love. They'll hold one another through the ups and the downs, through the rough and the smooth, because they're husbands.
He gives a contented sigh, curling that little bit tighter into Blaine's side. "Come what may, huh?"
Blaine smiles and closes his eyes, kissing into Kurt's hair. "Come what may."
