Kurt shivered as the slight chill of early spring crept into the space between his neck and the collar of his tux, raising goosebumps along the surface of his skin. His cerulean suede dress shoes, chosen to match his jacket and pants, contrasted greatly with the flat-bottom of the white, wooden rowboat in which he was seated across from Blaine, dressed equally as elegant in a white tux and goldenrod vest, who was practically glowing against the dark lake and vibrant foliage in the background. The sight was ethereal to behold; Blaine was an angel in Kurt's eyes.
Blaine had rowed them out from the boathouse dock toward the center and then released the oars, leaving them to drift on the copper-colored waters of the winding lake that ran through Central Park.
The late afternoon sun was at a point in the sky where it hit the water just so, casting a vivid reflection on its surface of the powder pink and milky white petals of the fully-bloomed cherry blossom trees that grew along the banks and the cream-hued cast-iron form that was Bow Bridge.
Kurt reached over the edge of the boat and dipped his fingers into the water, breaking the surface and sending small ripples throughout it.
Now almost immobile, the boat rotating ever so slightly from the almost nonexistent current and the breeze, Blaine lifted a bottle of champagne from where it had been nestled in a bucket of ice by his feet. He handed Kurt a plastic champagne flute, keeping another for himself, and then popped the cork and poured the sparkling, bubbly liquid into their respective receptacles.
They lifted their flutes for a toast, the sunlight catching on the white gold bands around their fourth fingers on their left hands, the precious metal rivaling the shimmer of the pale gold beverage.
"To us," Blaine began. "To a long and prosperous future together."
"For a long and happy life," Kurt added. "Together, always." They both took a few generous sips and then laughed as Kurt quickly wiped at his mouth with his hand, having nearly spilled some of the drink down his front.
"I am madly in love with you, Kurt Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel," Blaine said, enjoying the way it sounded in the air between them as it passed his lips. It was the first time he had the opportunity to say it, but it certainly wouldn't be the last.
"And I am fiercely in love with you, Blaine Devon Anderson...Hummel," Kurt said with a giggle. He grew quiet and gazed out across the water and at the greenery along the bank. "It's really nice out here...it's so peaceful. I'm really glad the ceremony is over and we have some time to spend together and to just be us."
"I'm sure you'll get tired of me eventually," Blaine said with a grin.
"Never. I've known you for nearly twenty-five years, and I could never grow tired of your endless charm, dashing good looks, and gigantic heart. You're everything, Blaine. You're my everything."
"Would you believe me if I told you that - I hope you don't think I'm weird - but sometimes I have this strange feeling in my gut that some divine power gave me you, and I feel like we could have drifted apart years ago, but then you just...fell into my arms - well, leaped into them, actually –" He chuckled at the memory. "And ever since, I've felt like the luckiest guy in the world." Blaine swallowed and stared in awe at the man across from him. The blue fabric of Kurt's tux brought out the blue in his bright eyes, making them even more entrancing than usual, and Blaine was breathless for a moment. He breathed again when Kurt spoke.
"No, Blaine. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," Kurt said. "Would you believe me if I told you that I believe we were always meant to be together? Do you believe in soul mates, Blaine?"
"Yes, Kurt," Blaine answered without the slightest hesitation. "I do. Ever since I first met you, I always knew somehow that I wanted you, needed you, even, in my life. I think we just fit together, and nothing has ever felt more right than how I feel being with you. I feel comfortable, safe, and like, no matter where we are, I'm always home."
Kurt felt a blush creep up his neck and into his face, and he leaned forward and adjusted Blaine's gold bow tie which was slightly askew from dancing earlier at the reception they had covertly slipped away from. "I will never take you for granted again, Blaine Anderson-Hummel," Kurt murmured, barely audible.
"We're really doing this," Blaine mused. "I can't believe we're married - that I'm married to the most wildly talented designer to ever dress the biggest Broadway stars. And, god, Kurt. You're all mine," he finished softly.
"Blaine Anderson-Hummel, you are everything a man could ever dream of, and I can't believe that I'm married to a gorgeous and insanely talented Tony-award-winning actor. And now, if you don't mind, I really want to kiss you because I think that if I have to wait any longer, I'll surely lose my mind."
"Perhaps a little privacy would be preferable?" Blaine said, raising his eyebrows questioningly, and Kurt nodded in response, lightly biting his bottom lip.
They both drained their champagne flutes and set them aside.
Blaine grasped the handles of the oars again and pushed them gently along, the boat now drawing closer to Bow Bridge. A few strokes later and they were drifting into the shadows beneath the structure. Blaine dropped the oars again, and they sat bobbing, the boat unsteady, and then Kurt offset the balance more when he threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders and brought his forehead to rest against Blaine's.
"This is only a taste of what I have in store for you tonight," Kurt said teasingly, lightly brushing his lips against Blaine's. But Blaine wouldn't let him pull away, and both of his hands came up to cup Kurt's head, pulling him forward and pressing his lips to Kurt's, firm and claiming, the boat tottering from the shifted weight.
Then Blaine pulled away suddenly, denying Kurt's lips which were still trying to chase his own.
"And that's just a taste of what I have in store for you for many, many years to come."