The pair stayed in London for another week, Kurt finished at Burberry and then spent a few days tying up loose ends, sorting a moving firm and arranging for his apartment to be put on the market in the New Year. They enjoyed another dinner with David and Sarah, and spent a very long day in Westfield shopping mall, buying gifts for family and friends. On their last night they invited Laura out for dinner.
"So...um...when we're done here, we're going to need you to come home with us." Kurt said as Blaine paid the check.
"To watch or participate? Either is fine with me." Laura said with a seductive smile in Blaine's direction.
"Neither. God woman, you are insatiable." Kurt tried his best bitch face but failed, and ended up laughing instead.
"Pot, Kettle, Black, Hummel. I saw you wincing when you two came down from clearing out your office."
Blaine interrupted swiftly. "Anyway. We have a Christmas gift for you, and you need to come home with us to get it."
"I like you. Did I tell you I like you? Because I do." Laura rambled as she trailed them out of the restaurant.
When they arrived at Kurt's apartment, Blaine set about making coffee while Kurt opened the laptop. Laura clapped her hands in delight.
"You made a movie didn't you? Oh my God this is amazing!"
"Laura!" Kurt admonished as Blaine set down two mugs.
"Any movie Kurt and I made is for our purposes only, and not to be seen by you or anyone else. Christ, you'd live tweet the whole thing." Laura stared at Blaine with wide eyes. She heard a thump next to her and turned to see Kurt banging his head on the table.
"No filter. He has no filter." came his muffled voice.
"So there is a movie then?" Laura asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"Maybe." said Blaine with a wink as he took the laptop and began to type. "Ok, here we go. Everyone say hi to Becky." he turned the screen so they could all see Becky appear on skype.
"Hey Kurt! Hey Laura, how are you?"
"Good thank you. Even better knowing that these two have made a sex tape. We need to get our hands on a copy of that, Becky. For reasons."
"Holy shit, really? Yes we need to see that. I have a key to Blaine's apartment, I can go look for it later if..."
"Ok! Ok!" Kurt clapped his hands to get their attention. "The reason we have you both here together is to give you your Christmas gift from us. Which is not in anyway sex-related."
"Becky, Joanne should be headed over to your desk," Blaine said as he saw an envelope being handed over to her, "and here is Laura's. Ok, open."
Blaine and Kurt sat back with smiles on their faces as they watched the two friends open the envelopes and stare at the contents. For once, Laura was silent.
"Blaine, Kurt, what is this?" Becky asked, holding a piece of paper up to the screen.
"The penthouse suite at the Plaza is yours from Christmas eve until New Years eve. Laura has her plane tickets in her hand. We figured it'd be better for you to spend Christmas actually together, in the same place rather than over the internet."
"I can't even..." Laura said in a choked voice.
"Guys, this is too much." Becky said as she wiped away tears.
"It's not. Really. After all you have done for us. We wanted to say thank you in some way, so please accept it with our love." Kurt said with a smile. His eyes swam with tears as he watched Laura and Becky staring at each other through the screen.
"Just promise us you'll have a good time." Blaine added, "There is a tab already set up for you, so you can order as much room service as you want. And Becky, make sure you take Laura out and show her the sights."
"Yes, make her fall in love with the place so she'll never want to leave. Then she can find gainful employment as my assistant once more." Kurt joked as he squeezed Laura's hand. "You're both very quiet."
"I'm flailing inside," Becky said as she kissed the piece of paper, "Can I scream now?"
"Go for it." Blaine said with a grin, then covered his ears quickly as Laura and Becky started screaming.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Laura yelled as she grabbed Blaine's face in her hands and planted a kiss on his lips. "And you," she said, turning to Kurt, "You have been the best boss who is really a friend ever. I am going to miss you so much. But I will bug the shit out of you via twitter and facebook. NEW YORK BECKY, YEAH!"
"I KNOW! I can't wait! When does your flight get in? I'll meet you at the airport. Oh my God this is going to be so much fun!"
Blaine and Kurt left the two girls to talk excitedly and retreated into the kitchen area.
"Happy?" Blaine asked as he wound his arms around Kurt's neck.
"Yes. I think it's safe to say they're a bit pleased. I'm really going to miss Laura though."
"I know. Any doubts?"
"About moving back to the best city in the world and playing house with my amazing boyfriend? Never."
"It's Christmas!" Finn yelled as he bounded into Kurt's room, then pulled up short. "Oh Blaine dude. You're like, totally naked."
"Well I wasn't expecting you to be the one waking me up was I?" he grumbled as he pulled the blankets over himself. "You don't even live here."
"Get out Finn. Now." Kurt growled as he rolled over to glare at his brother. "We'll be up in ten."
"Ok. Don't be too long. There's presents."
"Well what a surprise," Kurt bit sarcastically as Finn closed the door. "Presents on Christmas."
he sighed and rolled over again, reaching out towards Blaine.
"He always gets like this Kurt. He can't help it. Anyway, good morning and Merry Christmas to you." Blaine smiled and ran his fingers softly along Kurt's jaw before kissing him gently.
"Hmmm, and to you. Oh!" Kurt let out a shocked yelp as Blaine reached down to grasp his half hard cock in his hand.
"Shh." he laughed, "I'm not having any more embarrassing conversations with your Dad."
"Blaine, I'm- oh- begging you, please don't bring my Dad into this. Yes, right there!" Kurt gasped as Blaine tightened his grip on his cock and started pumping slowly, then bit down lightly on his neck. Kurt twisted slightly to retrieve the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and reached down to rub his hand over both their hard cocks. Moving almost impossibly closer, he slid himself against Blaine, causing him to moan loudly with pleasure.
"Shh," he whispered as he placed soft kisses along the stubble on Blaine's face, "or that conversation will be happening as soon as you get upstairs" he grinned and rested his forehead against Blaine's as he built up a slick rhythm between them.
"Can't help it- Oh! Feels too damn good. Shit Kurt, I love you so much."
"Love you too, now kiss me."
They kept their mouths occupied by sharing deep, passionate kisses as they rubbed against one another. Breaking apart occasionally to whimper and moan with delight, it wasn't long until Kurt felt the familiar tightening in his belly. He grabbed Blaine's hand from the back of his neck and moved it to his cock instead, reaching down to return the gesture.
"Fuck Blaine, this feels so good. I'm..." he didn't finish, just threw his head back and growled low in his throat as he came all over Blaine's hand. He managed somehow to keep stroking Blaine's cock as he came and it wasn't long before Blaine was moaning softly as his come mixed with Kurt's. They fell apart, chests heaving as Blaine leaned over and placed a kiss to Kurt's lips which were now swollen and raw.
"As I was saying...Merry Christmas."
They showered, dressed and eventually arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. They sat down to knowing looks from Burt, Carole and Rachel and complete obliviousness from Finn. Carole served up a stack of pancakes and they began to eat, all talking over one another as Rachel and Kurt tried to discuss possible names for his new clothing line, and Burt, Blaine and Finn discussed football as always. Carole sat watching, and tried to remember a time she had ever felt happier. She didn't think she could. It was chaos, having six adults crowded around the table, and the noise was at peak volume. But everyone was smiling, everyone was happy. Their boys had found their way at last.
Presents followed immediately after breakfast, surprisingly it was Burt who seemed the most eager as he tore the wrapping from his gifts. Once they all had a pile of unwrapped presents at their feet, Blaine stood and handed an envelope over to Burt..
"Ok, this gift is from Kurt and I, it's actually for everyone here but I'd like it if you opened it."
Burt studied the contents for a long while before looking up and clearing his throat.
"I don't know what to say boys."
"Well you could start by telling us what it is." Carole said as she tried to read the paper.
"It's um...it's a cruise. Around the caribbean. First class. For all of us."
"It's not until the summer," Kurt cut in, "but we figured we all deserve a vacation."
"Oh my God. Best gift ever!" Rachel shrieked as she flung herself at Kurt and Blaine, closely followed by Finn, to muffled shouts from the boys. They emerged to tight hugs from Carole and Burt, who kept repeating over and over that they shouldn't have.
"Burt please. Kurt and I both saw Christmas as a chance to show our gratitude to those who had helped us along the way. I am not only grateful to you for helping secure mine and Kurt's future together, but to all of you, as a family, for really being the best family I could ever wish for. I know I have Cooper, and I guess I can include my mom now too, but really in my heart, I'm a Hummel boy."
"Yeah, I'd noticed that." Burt said gruffly as he smiled at him. "I told you you'd always be my son, and I meant it Blaine. I'm as proud of you as I am of Kurt and Finn. Maybe even more. You haven't had it easy kid. People assume that just cause you've got money your life is made, but that doesn't make up for love and attention for a kid. I'm glad things are better with your mom though, I think she deserves a break. "
"Yeah, I think so too. Thanks Burt."
"Anytime kid."
"Come take a walk outside with me before I give Kurt his gift."
Kurt watched them go with a soft smile before returning to beating Finn's ass at Mario Kart.
"Dude, for someone who hates video games you're damned good."
"Don't tell Blaine, I've got to keep a few surprises for when I move in."
"Ok. As long as you don't let Rachel play if she asks. She's deadly."
"Deal."
Burt and Blaine returned shortly, and Blaine handed a package over to Kurt.
"Ok, so I can't compete with your gift to me. Honestly if I'd tried to make six one of a kind suits for you, you'd be better off wearing trash bags, but here."
Kurt laughed as he unwrapped a welcome mat.
"For the apartment?"
"No actually. For our house."
"What?"
"I've sold the apartment. I want us to buy a house together."
"In Manhattan?"
"Westchester. If you want to."
"What's wrong with Manhattan?"
"Nothing. I love it. I just figured Westchester would be better for raising kids."
Kurt blinked rapidly several times and then rubbed at his eyes, as if to check that he wasn't dreaming. Rachel clamped her hands over her mouth and fought every urge she had not to scream as she looked at Burt and Carole with wide eyes, who looked fit to burst with pride.
Blaine spoke again, filling the silence. "I know you said it was my apartment since I owned it, well this wouldn't be. It would be our house. Our family home."
"Kurt honey, please say something. You're killing us here." Carole said with a soft touch to Kurt's shoulder.
"I...I...what can I say? I just... Blaine Anderson you have made me the happiest man alive!"
"You want to?"
"Buy a house with you? YES!" Kurt shrieked as he tackled Blaine to the floor in a shower of kisses "Oh my god this is insane! I'm going to live in Westchester with my boyfriend" he sang, "and we're going to have babies!"
"You guys! You are just the cutest! Ok, whatever house you buy just make sure there's enough guest rooms ok? Because us four are your first visitors." Rachel said as she hugged them both delightedly.
"Wanna have a look online right now?" Blaine asked excitedly.
"Hell yeah I do!" Kurt cried as he pulled Blaine towards the door.
"Mistletoe guys!" Finn called. They looked up and saw he was right. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Blaine grabbed him around the waist and tilted his head, opening his mouth and running his tongue over Kurt's lips. The pair stayed in the doorway, kissing such love and emotion that it was almost too intense to watch. Almost.
"Put him down Kurt." his Dad called. "You'd better hurry up and buy that house, I'm not sure how much more of your sex life I can take."
Blaine reddened and pulled away but kept his eyes trained on Kurt. "Let's buy the biggest house we can find, then we can christen every room."
"Except the nursery. That'd be gross."
"Nursery. I like the sound of that."
"Remind me why I'm helping you with this again," Kurt grumbled as he pulled up in the parking lot of McKinley High School.
"Because you love me, and want my dreams to come true," Rachel replied. "and right now my dream is to throw the best New Years party ever."
"An auditorium is the most ridiculous place to throw a party. You can't mingle. It's made for sitting down and watching things, that's why there's so many seats in case you hadn't noticed."
"I know, but the auditorium is special to all of us Kurt. You and Blaine have happy memories there."
"Some of the best," he allowed himself a smile as he thought back, "But it's still a dumb idea to have a party there."
"Oh Kurt, you are just in the worst mood! What's wrong?" Rachel asked exasperatedly.
"Nothing I guess. I'm just a bit pissed that Blaine opted to spend the day in the workshop with Dad, and I wasn't even invited."
"Oh Kurt. Don't be jealous. They probably just wanted some bonding time."
"They don't need any more bonding time, they're stuck to each other like glue."
Rachel patted his hand consolingly and stepped from the car. "You'll be back in New York tomorrow night Kurt, he'll be all yours. How did it go with his mom?"
"Well I never thought I'd say this, but really well. Cooper and Mindy were there too, which helped I think. But yeah...I enjoyed it. And his mom really tried, Rach. She said she was happy for us about the house, and I really think that in her way she is."
"That's great Kurt. I'm pleased for Blaine, you know?"
"Yeah exactly. I think it's a huge weight off his shoulders. And she was fine about him hiring Wes to manage Westerville too."
"That's all going ahead?"
"Seems like it. Things went really well, both are happy to give it a try."
"Good. Ok, now let's go set this party up." She heaved a crate from the trunk and set off towards the school building.
Kurt found his mood improving as they walked the darkened halls. He passed the French room, where Blaine had been reprimanded for writing 'Je t'aime' on Kurt's exercise book. He glanced down the hall that held their lockers, next to each other of course after Blaine had bribed Sam to trade. The choir room was dark and empty, but Kurt could still hear him and Blaine duetting on the latest Katy Perry number as if it was yesterday.
"Good to be back?" Rachel asked quietly.
"Yeah...just thinking how much I miss hearing Blaine sing though."
"Time to recollect later, people will be here soon." Rachel walked swiftly toward the auditorium, put the crate down and began to fumble with the lock.
"Remind me again who's coming?"
"Everyone who's anyone." Rachel let the door slam shut behind them and they were plunged into darkness.
"What the..." Kurt started, but was cut off when a spotlight lit up the stage.
Standing in the middle, clutching a microphone, was Blaine. He was wearing the dark plum suit Kurt had made for him, with a matching bowtie. He smiled as another light lit up on Kurt, raised his mic and began to sing.
"Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before."
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." Kurt whispered as he covered his lips in shock.
"Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more."
Blaine walked slowly down the steps of the stage. As the pool of light grew wider Kurt became aware of an audience sitting in the seats. Blaine walked slowly up the first couple of steps towards him and carried on singing, his voice deep and melodious, making every fiber of Kurt's being come alive at the sound.
"Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time"
He held one arm out to Kurt, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he sang;
"Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day"
Rachel quietly placed a microphone into Kurt's hand and gave him a gentle nudge to start down the steps as the music soared. Kurt smiled, raised a shaking hand and started to sing as he walked towards his boyfriend.
"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you."
He finally reached Blaine, who grabbed his hand and pulled him up to the stage quickly as their voices joined together seamlessly.
"And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you- I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, Oh I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day.
The song finished and Kurt fell into Blaine's arms, clutching him tightly and too overwhelmed to speak. He was aware of their audience applauding loudly, and he could hear his Dad's yells of delight above it all. He pulled back to take it in. Everyone was there. The list was too long to contemplate. His Dad, Carole and Finn were sat up front with Cooper, Mindy and- to Kurt's surprise- Blaine's mom, who was wiping away a delicate tear. What seemed like the entire Warbler alum were whooping and hollering, as were all the New Directions. Santana attempting to roll her eyes but actually smiling, and Tina cradling a tiny dark haired baby.
Becky and Laura were on their feet, and Kurt pointed at them in disbelief. He turned to look at Blaine, and found him on one knee.
"Kurt," he began as the place fell silent once more, "I'm sure I'm supposed to give a big speech here about how much you mean to me, but really I think that song says it pretty well. I love you, Kurt. There is no one else on this earth I'd rather spend the rest of my life with. You are it for me. My beginning, middle and end. I promise to love, cherish and care for you every single day if you'll let me. So...Kurt Hummel, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?" He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box. Nestled inside was a black onyx ring, with two small bands of white gold running around the outside. Set delicately in the middle was a small diamond, shining brightly under the lights.
Kurt's vision began to swim as the tears flowed freely down his face. "Yes." he whispered. "Always and forever, yes."
Blaine sprang to his feet and kissed him fiercely as their friends and family cheered and applauded once more. Pulling back, Blaine tried to stem the flow of his tears as he slipped the ring onto Kurt's finger. "Looks good," he croaked.
"Blaine...I..." Kurt was cut off as he was tackled from behind by Finn, who picked him up and swung him around before turning to Blaine and doing the same. Suddenly everyone was on stage, waiting to congratulate the happy Warblers were happily fist bumping everyone in sight, Sam and Mike hugged both of them tight and Puck was seen wiping away a tear surreptitiously, in the hope that no one had noticed. Eventually, Blaine managed to make his way through the crowd.
"Mom."
"Darling. Congratulations. To both of you."
"Thank you for coming mom. It means so much." He felt the tears threatening once more as she squeezed his hand gently.
"Thank you for asking me. I know a lot has already been said, but I want you to know how sorry I am that your dad and I denied your happiness all these years. You look radiant, and so does Kurt. Public acceptance be damned, if you want to marry Kurt then you have my full support."
He sobbed then, really sobbed, as he fell into his mom's arms. She held him as if he were a child once more, rubbing circles on his back and whispering soothingly in his ear until his tears had subsided.
"Thank you so much, you will never know how much your acceptance means to me."
"About as much as your forgiveness means to me I'd imagine. Now go enjoy your party with your handsome fiance. And remind him I still need measuring for my jacket." Cynthia leaned up and kissed his cheek gently, before slipping away quietly to fix her makeup.
Blaine found Kurt once more, locked in deep conversation with Becky and Laura, trying to find out exactly how this had all come about.
"When did you decide to do this?" he asked Blaine exasperatedly. "They're saying nothing, for once."
"You know when you went to the garage with your Dad the day after Thanksgiving?"
"Yes."
"I went to Rachel's house and asked for her help."
"So this party wasn't her idea?"
"Of course it wasn't, Kurt" Rachel interjected as she arrived bearing two glasses of champagne. "You said yourself, and auditorium is a ridiculous place for a party. Although we're managing pretty well now. But Blaine wanted to sing for you, and we figured here would be the best place."
"You knew all about this?"
"Of course."
"So the text inviting us..."
"Was a ruse. Yes."
"So that's why you were so insistent on coming then." he said, turning to Blaine.
"Yup. And then I spent the next month arranging for everyone to be here, although David was the one who contacted the Warblers for me. And then on Christmas Day I asked your Dad's permission."
"You took a risk, having arranged it all already. What if he'd said no?"
"Oh please," Burt said as he strode over and put his arms around their necks. "What father can refuse their son? Now go ahead, get out of here."
"What? But it's New Years...the party...we," Kurt stammered.
"In case you haven't noticed, we're all here. Meaning our house is empty. Go be as loud as you like. Just keep the door shut."
Needing no further encouragement, the pair grinned at each other and left, their hands linked between them.
"Blaine...I..." Kurt started as they faced each other in the bedroom.
"Shh," he whispered as he walked slowly towards him and reached for his hands. "No more talking...let's just enjoy this moment."
"No...I mean yes...but Blaine I..."
"Kurt, I love you so much, I just.."
"Will you just let me speak!" Kurt shouted, then hastily lowered his volume as he saw Blaine recoil. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. It's just I've been trying to say this all evening and I think I might actually burst if I don't."
Blaine sat on the edge of the bed and eyed Kurt warily, who knelt between his legs and grasped his hands tightly. "Ok, so talk."
"I was going to ask you."
"What?"
"I was going to propose. In my head I had been planning to ask you on our first night in our new house."
"Kurt." Blaine said softly, "Have I ruined it for you?"
"No! Oh honey please don't think that. I just wanted you to know...that I want this as much as you do."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I ever be mad? You just proposed to me, and serenaded me with the most beautiful love song."
"Technically it was a duet."
"Well ok, we serenaded each other. And now I have a fiance. I like the sound of that."
"I like the sound of husband better."
"Me too."
Blaine reached a hand around the back of Kurt's neck and pulled him gently in. The kiss was soft, delicate, as if Blaine was afraid Kurt might break if he pushed further. They took their time, exploring each others mouths with gentle longing. Blaine's fingers shook as he unbuttoned Kurt's shirt slowly, kissing every new strip of pale flesh as it was exposed. He felt as nervous as he had for their first time all those years ago. Only this was different, the feelings deeper and more intense than ever before.
He pulled Kurt up onto the bed, and lay himself gently over him. Kurt reached up with a trembling hand and brushed back the lock of hair that had fallen over Blaine's forehead.
"I love you," he whispered. "I'll never tire of saying that, you know."
"And I'll never tire of hearing it. I love you so much Kurt. Want to make you feel so good."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
Clothes were shed quickly and quietly, and both moaned with longing as they pressed their naked bodies together. Blaine slowly kissed every part of Kurt that he could, pausing to suck gently on the head of his cock as Kurt played with his soft curls. Lifting Kurt's thigh gently, he ran his tongue around his tight hole, pushing with his tongue to work him open before adding a finger and crooking it to rub gently over Kurt's sensitive prostate.
"Oh God Blaine, yes. Please, more." Kurt was wrecked, cheeks flushed and hair awry as he writhed and squirmed trying to fuck himself further onto Blaine's finger and tongue. He growled low in his throat as Blaine withdrew his tongue but thrust two more fingers in instead.
Kissing his fiance messily, Blaine slicked up his hard cock with his other hand and positioned himself at Kurt's entrance.
"Please, Blaine. Just take me." Kurt desperately stroked himself and cried out in pleasure as he pushed inside swiftly.
"Oh Jesus. So tight for me Kurt, so fucking tight. Perfect." Blaine moaned as he thrust deeply in and out of Kurt, who wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and pulled him in even deeper.
"Yes baby, that's it. There, right there...oh!" Kurt threw his head back as the tip of Blaine's cock rubbed repeatedly over his prostate, causing every nerve in his body to tingle with pleasure.
Blaine was bathed in a sheen of sweat as he built his speed and babbled incoherently as he fucked into Kurt hard.
"Jesus Kurt, so good. So fucking good." he reached down and took Kurt's cock in his hand, feeling that all too familiar tightening as pleasure coursed through his veins. He came hard, with a shout of Kurt's name, as Kurt himself thrust up hard into Blaine's hand several times before he too came with a shout. Blaine fell onto the bed, panting hard before reaching over and cleaning Kurt off with a Kleenex from the nightstand.
"Permission to cry with happiness?" he asked Kurt as two tears silently made their way down his cheeks.
"Granted." Kurt whispered as he curled into his side. "Oh, and Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"Happy New Year."
A/N-
So that's it! I hope you've all enjoyed it. Thank you all for taking the time to read, and for the lovely reviews, your support has really meant a lot.
Most of all though, I'd like to thank the real life Becky and Laura, who are as totally crazy, funny and off the wall as my fic has made them out to be. This story wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for their continual support, encouragement, guidance and friendship. Love you Ladies!