Kurt felt his stomach rumble at the lingering scent of the forgotten bacon; but it was easy to ignore as he cradled Blaine in his arms. His lips kissed against the dark curls, his hand slid softly up and down Blaine's bicep, "I'm so in love with you. You are everything to me," he whispered still among his curls. Blaine seemed to coo at Kurt's words as he clutched his hand and let his fingers play with the circlet around Kurt's finger, caressing and turning it gently.
"You are the love of my life," he whispered back and brought Kurt's ringed hand up to his mouth. He kissed his palm again and again, not able to control his adoration for his man. He still could not believe his luck – that he married the man of his dreams.
"Do you remember the day we met," Kurt's voice cut in.
Blaine almost laughed out loud. "Of course I do. How could I ever forget that day?" He turned in Kurt's arms so that he was now facing him. He had the burning desire to gaze into his eyes.
Kurt smiled as he waited for Blaine to shift and settle. Then he once again wrapped his arms around his husband. "That day did you even fathom the possibility of us even dating?"
"Honestly, no. I mean, my soul knew something, it did. But my mind had to catch up with it," he said quietly. "And am I ever glad it did. I'm so grateful for you," he smiled into Kurt's clear eyes.
"I'm glad too, babe," Kurt's finger traced Blaine's jaw. He couldn't help but lean in for another kiss, and another and another.
The bacon was once again forgotten.