"Scotland?" Kurt shrieks excitedly.

"Yes." Blaine grins, pulling him into his arms and tugging his earlobe between his teeth. "And we are now officially on vacation, even though we're still standing in the airport, and I'm gonna kiss you every damn chance I get."

"I've always wanted to go to Scotland," Kurt carries on, entirely oblivious. "Where are we staying? Is the hotel near Edinburgh? Because they have pandas at their zoo. I've never seen pandas, Blaine. I wanna see the pandas!"

"We're not staying in a hotel," Blaine breathes into his ear. "We're staying in a cosy little cottage on the banks of Loch Lomond, with open fires and a fully stocked wine cellar, where we can get really, really loud and no one can hear us."

"Okay, but is it near the pandas?"

Blaine laughs, letting his head drop forward onto Kurt's shoulder in defeat. "It's about two hours from the pandas, I think, so yes, we can visit."

"Ooh, yay!"

Their flight is long, but totally worth it when they land on a crisp and bright fall morning, and Blaine sets about hiring a car to drive them to the cottage. They bicker as all old married couples do over directions and the ability of Blaine to actually drive stick and on the wrong side of the road, but eventually they navigate their way to cottage successfully, and moody, tired and grouchy Kurt disappitates to leave behind happy, sparkly eyed and wondrous Kurt, who stands out the back of the cottage in complete awe while Blaine unloads their suitcases before following him outside.

"Well?"

"It's beautiful," Kurt breathes, holding his arms out wide. The loch stretches in front of them, calm and clear, and the mountains behind. It is cold enough that they can see their breath on the late October air but it's perfect. Completely serene, totally quiet and entirely relaxing, they stand side by side just appreciating the idyllic scenery for a while until Kurt's fingers find Blaine's and squeeze tightly. "Thank you," he says sincerely. "This is the most amazing gift."

"Anything for you," Blaine smiles. "I'm glad you like it. So...what D'you wanna do? I mean, we need to go pick up some food somewhere, and call Libby before she goes to school, but other than that, the day is entirely ours."

"I don't think we've had one of those for a very long time," Kurt smiles, turning to kiss his cheek. "Let's go get the food, then take a walk."

By the time they return from grocery shopping, laden down with all the spicy, indulgent and luxurious food that Libby doesn't like, including plenty of salmon, Kurt realizes she will be awake and getting ready for school so they call quickly, both lighting up when they put her on speaker and her little voice comes through.

"Papa? Guess what? Grandma lets me stay up until eleven thirty."

"Oh does she?" Kurt laughs. "I see."

"Um...more like seven fifteen!" Carole calls out.

"It was eleven thirty," Libby says firmly. "And also, I know what I want to be for Halloween."

"Well do tell, little lady," Kurt says, "and I'll get to work right away when we return."

"A lesbian."

"Excuse me? A what?" Kurt asks, not daring to look at Blaine who is beside himself with laughter.

"A lesbian. I went to the store with grandpa, and Sebastian was there. I heared him and grandpa talking about Santana and then Bas said lesbians are the funniest thing, and I like to make Bas laugh, so I wanna be a lesbian."

"Um..." Is as much as Kurt manages before he is seized with a huge fit of laughter which he can hear echoed by Burt and Carole back in Ohio. Blaine is still useless, doubled up in the corner of the couch with tears rolling down his cheeks, and laughing still harder when Libby speaks again.

"Papa? Daddy? What's funny? Are you even still there?"

"We're here," Blaine squeaks, still trying to breathe. "Um...sweetie, you can't...uh... Being a lesbian isn't a fancy dress option."

"Santana is one."

"Yes, and I'm gay too, baby girl, the same as papa, Nick, Jeff, Sebastian, Brittany and Aunt Rachel's daddies. It's all the same, honey. It just means we like the same sex rather than the opposite one...like the guys like guys and the girls like girls. Lesbian is just a word for a girl who likes other girls."

"Oh. So I'm a lesbian?"

"It's probably a little too early to tell yet, my darling," Blaine smiles. "You'll know more when you're bigger. It's different to liking girls as friends. I like girls as friends too, but I wouldn't want to kiss them like I kiss papa."

"Oh!" Libby cries, as everything slots into place. "So you're gay because you like to make papa go all smiley and pink in the face, and Santana is a lesbian because she kisses Brittany."

"That's it exactly," Blaine agrees, proud of his little girl.

"So what does that make Wes and Kathy?"

"Boring," Kurt calls out, yelping when Blaine kicks him.

"We call them straight," Blaine says sensibly.

On the other end of the line, Libby scrunches up her nose as she thinks. "That really does sound boring."

"Okay, well...I think I'll let grandpa handle that side of things," Blaine grins. "And I'll let you get ready for school."

"So there's no lesbian costume?"

"No, baby."

"Oh." She sounds disappointed for a moment, and she's quiet, obviously thinking. "Papa?"

"Yes, Libby?"

"Can I be a mermaid instead?"

"Oh my god Blaine, this is beautiful!" Kurt cries. "The view is amazing, you have to come see!"

"I'm good," Blaine laughs. "Just be thankful you managed to get me up the hill to begin with."

"It's a mountain," Kurt argues as he looks down at the valley spread out below them.

"No, Kurt, that's a mountain," Blaine says, pointing across to where a huge mountain rises, its peak disappearing into the clouds. "This is a hill. A big, steep hill, with viscous rock surfaces," he says, rubbing his bruised shins. "But a hill nonetheless."

"It's wonderful, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Blaine smiles, settling down to sit on a large rock. "It is."

"We should go back down."

"What? Why? It's taken us nearly two hours to climb the damn thing, I'm not turning around and going right back down! Let's just sit here for a while. You can appreciate the view and I'll appreciate you."

Kurt smiles, settling down next to him and accepting the bottle of water Blaine offers. "It's weird isn't it? Having all this time?"

"A nice weird, I hope."

"Definitely." He leans back as Blaine puts an arm about his shoulders. "I mean, it's not like we've been needing it, but now we have it, it makes me realize how precious it is. Time, I mean. Just you and me."

"You're happy though, right? Like, with us? Our life?"

"Extraordinarily so," Kurt says, reaching for his hand and locking their fingers together. "When I first met you, all I ever dared hope for in my life was to experience love just once. I used to dream, as any kid does, of having this happy home life, with a handsome husband and adorable child...but I never actually thought I'd get it."

"Oh please," Blaine scoffs.

"Don't do yourself down," Kurt says kindly, kissing his fingertips. "You swept me off my feet and gave me all I've ever dreamed of."

"Did you think that you'd have been married nine years when you were only thirty?"

"Nope. Wanna hear something?"

"Sure."

"I remember, the first time you told me you loved me. That night, when we had...um..."

"Grinded? Oh fuck Kurt, don't make me horny at the top of a mountain," Blaine whines.

"It's a hill," Kurt teases. "And this isn't about the grinding anyway, as nice as that was. I wonder if we could still get each other off like that?" he thinks aloud while Blaine groans and adjusts himself.

"I'm right here if you wanna try."

"Ha! No. Well...maybe, but not on the top of a mountain...hill...thing. Anyway. That night, when you went to take a shower, I lay in your bed, heart still beating wildly after my first ever orgasm from somebody else...and it was you."

"Huh?"

"I could only think of you. Not like 'oh my god someone else just got me off,' but 'oh my god Blaine just got me off.' And I just knew that I'd never want anyone else to do that to me. Only you, forever."

"Good job I stuck around then."

"It is rather," Kurt chuckles, looking up from the comfort of Blaine's shoulder to seek out his lips, kissing him gently. "How I love you."

"I love you too. And now we have a daughter who wants to dress as a lesbian on Halloween."

They both laugh, their foreheads pressed together as they look into one another's eyes and think of their little girl. "She's amazing, isn't she?" Kurt whispers, his laughter subsiding.

"She really is."

It is nearing dark by the time they make it back to the cottage, and Kurt falls wearily through the front door and collapses into an armchair. "Fifty miles," he groans. "My legs feel like lead."

"Try eight miles," Blaine laughs, swatting him on the head with his gloves as he passes. "It was fun. And hey, I get to be all British and ask if you want a cup of tea?"

"Yes please. You're very sprightly," Kurt notices, watching him bound around the small kitchen. "How?"

"I know I'm gonna get laid tonight," he grins.

"Not a chance."

"What?" Blaine cries desperately. "No fair! I've brought you on vacation and everything!"

"Yeah, and now my muscles hurt."

"Go take a bath then. I'll get the fire going and fix dinner."

"I don't go in the tub without you," Kurt pouts. "I don't like it."

"Okay...I'll come up when I've sorted the fire."

That seems to do it for Kurt, who suddenly bounds up the stairs two at a time, knowing full well Blaine will happily massage his aching legs in the water. Which he does, of course- and tries for more- but Kurt bats him away playfully, telling him food takes precedence over sex, and once they're dressed in lounge pants and soft sweaters, he leads him back down the stairs. "So let's not even bother cooking," Blaine says cheerfully. "Let's just get all the food we have and set it out on the rug, like a picnic."

"Even the steaks?"

"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," Blaine remarks, watching as Kurt flops into an armchair. "Oh. I'll do it then."

"Thanks."

Blaine laughs to himself and gets busy in the kitchen, and pretty soon they're sitting on the large rug in front of the fireplace, toasting each other with wine and eyeing all the food laid out in front of them.

"It doesn't feel like a picnic, we haven't got our teddy bears," Kurt smiles, thinking of all the picnics they've shared in the yard with Libby.

"Kurt and Blaine bears are keeping our bed warm back home."

"Good. Oh!" Kurt's eyes light up as Blaine hands a small dish out to him. "Olives!"

"Not just any olives," Blaine says happily, popping one into Kurt's mouth.

"Garlic stuffed! Oh my god Blaine, I love you!"

"And we can eat as many as we like without Libby shrieking about us eating gross slimy green eyeballs, or moaning that our breath stinks."

"Hmm. I think I could get used to this. There's prosciutto too."

"We always have that."

"I know," Kurt says as he piles it on his plate. "But usually Lib eats the lot."

They're silent as they eat, not really needing to keep conversation flowing in a silence as happy and relaxed as this one. They still watch each other as they eat though, and Kurt particularly seems to be playing it coy, casting shy, flirtatious glances across at his husband who eventually pauses with a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. "What?"

"Nothing," Kurt smiles, looking down at the food on his plate before looking back up again, in a manner which he knows has been making Blaine swoon for the last fourteen years.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"A little, maybe," he teases. "Is that a problem?"

"Only for my pants." Blaine grins broadly, looking down to try and hide his delight. "You know, having a husband who's thirty is incredibly hot."

"Really?" Kurt lies down on his stomach, pushing his plate to one side and picking up his wine glass. "How so?"

"Because you're hot," Blaine says simply, lying down to mirror his pose so they're face to face. "You're all manly and...hot. Yeah. I mean, I've always thought you beautiful but when we first met you were still a boy in so many ways. Your face has become leaner, cheek bones more prominent, jaw more pronounced..."

"I've lost weight, you mean."

"No, no, it's not just that. Your body...you've become broader across your shoulders, your waist is more trim...you're a man, that's all. And an exceptionally hot one at that."

"And now who's flirting, huh?" Kurt teases, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Blaine as he sips his wine.

"Hmm."

"So tell me..." Kurt says playfully, still watching Blaine over the rim of his glass. "If we met for the first time tonight, in a random bar in Scotland, what would you say to me?"

"Have you been to Edinburgh zoo? This crazy guy I know tells me they have pandas."

"Oh haha," Kurt says dryly. "Come on now, play the game."

"Okay," Blaine thinks for a while. "Well, I probably wouldn't say anything. I'd just sit at the other end of the bar, watching you and hoping you'd notice me and come over. Then I'd leave, full of regret and remorse before returning again the following week and hoping you'd be there. Rather like how it actually happened, I guess."

"Except you spoke to me."

"I did," Blaine nods. "But I wouldn't now."

"Why?" Kurt asks, genuinely curious.

"You're too confident. That's not...I don't mean too confident but you're too confident to be the type of guy I would approach," Blaine clarifies. "I spoke to you that first night in the Lima Bean because...well...your eyes, actually. They drew me in, made me want to hear you, to see the way your lips moved as you formed words. But also, you were vulnerable, open and on display. You're not now. And that's not a bad thing, it's just that with age has come the ability to...to...know how to present yourself, if you will. And if we were strangers, and you were single, you'd know how to hold yourself with that quiet, calm assurance you have...an almost aloofness that to me, would make you seem unattainable."

"Oh." Kurt is quiet, thinking Blaine's response over before he gives a soft smile- to himself more than anything. "I think I like that," he says after a while. "Because maybe that means I'd chase you."

"Maybe it does," Blaine says evenly. His expression is almost unreadable, but the way he says the words, with a flirtatious hint of lust has Kurt's insides doing cartwheels as he actually blushes and clears his throat.

"So...what if we met in a club?" he asks, sitting up and crossing his legs under him. "Scandals, say. And we were both a little tipsy. Not drunk, but enough to be emboldened. What then?"

"Ah. Well..." Blaine smiles, getting to his feet and finding his phone. "I still wouldn't approach you. Not at first, anyhow. But I'd watch you all night. And of course," he says, standing over Kurt and looking down at him in a way Kurt finds deeply thrilling. "The game has changed now. Because now we're both adults. And it's okay to want."

"I...it's...uh...yeah," Kurt breathes, reeling for a second when he realizes exactly the feelings Blaine can still elicit in him.

"So you'd be there, dancing. Turning me on, making me want you more and more. And then, just as you were about to leave, I'd stop you and ask for just one dance. Just one," he whispers, holding out his hand.

Kurt takes it, letting Blaine pull him to his feet and into his arms. He sets the phone on the mantle above the fireplace and Kurt laughs quietly, letting his head drop onto Blaine's shoulder briefly. "When I was your man? Really, Blaine? Is there something you're trying to tell me?"

"No," he chuckles. "It's just this is the only Bruno Mars song I have on my phone, and in my head our first dance is always to Bruno Mars."

"So."

"So," Blaine continues. "I'd dance with you. Holding you, breathing you in," he whispers as he draws Kurt close, his strong hands spreading firmly over his back as they sway together. "Wanting to kiss you, wanting to feel your body pressed against mine."

"Yes," Kurt whimpers, arching his neck for Blaine to scrape his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

"I'd want to mark you. To see the marks I made standing out against your skin, letting everyone know that from that night on, you were mine."

"Blaine." The utterance of his name from Kurt's lips comes out as a strangled moan as he presses himself tighter against him, letting their cocks meet through their thin lounge pants, both of them groaning when they feel how desperately they want each other.

"I'd want to touch you, Kurt," Blaine carries on. "I'd want to undress you slowly, like this," he whispers, pulling his soft sweater gently over his head before removing his own. But he places his hands on Kurt's back again, little fingers just skimming the waistband of his pants, under which Blaine knows neither is wearing underwear. "I'd want to kiss every inch of you, to make you tremble and cry out and then, when you were shaking and begging for more, I'd want to push inside you. To feel you surrounding me as I pleasured you. To watch your face as I pressed deeper and harder, to feel you clench around me as you came with my name on your lips, and..."

"I'd let you," Kurt says softly, his eyes blown to black as he locks on Blaine's hungry gaze. "I'd let you do it all, take it all. Only you. Forever."

Their kiss is fierce, desperate and wanting as Blaine's hands frame Kurt's face, his tongue immediately finding it's way into Kurt's mouth as he whimpers in Blaine's embrace. He gives himself to his husband completely, and Blaine takes control, guiding them both down to their knees and moving his hands to grip Kurt's ass, all the while never breaking their kiss. Kurt's fingers tangle into his curls, tugging hard before the kiss breaks with a gasp from both, and Kurt eagerly throws his head back for Blaine to suck a dark hickey just above his collar bone. He looks up again, deep into Kurt's eyes and he seems to find whatever it is he's looking for because offering the softest of smiles, he pauses to rub their noses together gently before kissing him again, carefully lowering him onto the rug where he settles his weight on top of him.

True to his word, he kisses every inch of Kurt's flawless skin. Because he can, because he wants to and because he's never felt more in love with this man than he does at this moment. He starts with his lips, teasing with his tongue and nipping with his teeth then giving gentle featherlight kisses to his nose, cheeks, eyelids, forehead and chin. A lingering kiss to the hollow of his throat makes Kurt's breath catch, and he gives a tiny moan when Blaine lets his tongue linger there before kissing across his shoulder and down one arm, kissing each fingertip then doing the same on the other side. Beneath him, Kurt sighs deeply, his own hands running through his beloved curls as Blaine's hands smooth firmly over his chest and his mouth follows. He pauses over each nipple, teasing with his tongue, looking up to see Kurt staring down, breathing heavily and smiling when Blaine winks.

By the time he reaches the waistband of Kurt's lounge pants, Blaine is struggling to contain himself, a part of him just wanting to pin Kurt down and take him, but he resists, kissing his way over his stomach, firm and muscled, before lowering the pants slowly and sucking another mark onto his hipbone. He trails soft kisses over his thighs, knees and ankles, but doesn't go near his toes, having suffered one too many kicks to the face when he's tried to kiss Kurt's sensitive feet over the years. He teases though, pausing with his tongue halfway out, but a warning glare from Kurt then has them both smiling, before Blaine cuts off any laughter by suddenly dropping a kiss to the head of Kurt's cock.

"Oh my..." Kurt gasps as Blaine swirls his tongue around him. "You..." Biting his lip, he stifles a long drawn out moan when Blaine takes him deep in his throat. He can feel his thighs trembling, heat pooling low in his belly and he wants to cry out, to beg Blaine to give him what he's craving, but he trusts his husband, giving himself over to Blaine who sucks him a while before pulling off, coming up to kiss his mouth again, and Kurt doesn't even know when or where he found lube, but suddenly a slick finger is pressing against his entrance and he draws his knees up, letting his legs drop to the side and moaning in quiet relief when Blaine's thumb presses inside. He feels Blaine moving to wriggle out of his pants, and then he's lying down by his side, kissing him again, his eyes shining.

"Here," Blaine whispers, turning Kurt to draw him back against him. Kurt automatically lets his leg hook over his husband's thigh, clutching his hand tightly and holding it over his heart as Blaine slowly pushes inside him. They still, with Blaine dropping a kiss to Kurt's shoulder and they both take the moment to appreciate being together like this, as one. The fire crackles and blazes before them and Blaine starts to move, pressing his forehead to the back of Kurt's neck as he drives steadily back and forth. The arm he's lying on reaches up, lacing his fingers with Kurt's who holds him tightly, the only sounds in the room being their laboured breathing and the fire. The feeling of Kurt all around him overwhelms Blaine. He doesn't focus on anything else. The curve of his neck down to his shoulder, the feel of his back muscles moving against Blaine's chest, the way his cock rests hard and heavy in his hand as Blaine strokes him closer and closer to the edge until Kurt whispers his name quietly and comes, gasping and moaning and finally reaching around to hold Blaine's hips as he spills deeply inside him.

Still not a word is spoken for a long time afterwards either. Blaine's hand finds its way back to rest over Kurt's heart once more and he withdraws slowly, leaning over to place a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before settling down behind him and holding him tight.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"My foot is in the olives."

Blaine laughs softly, looking down to find Kurt's toes inside the little dish and olives scattered over the floor. "I'll buy some more tomorrow."

"Blaine?"

"You're lying on the bread?"

"In all the hundreds of times we've made love, that has to be the most connected to you that I've ever felt."

He turns then, Kurt, coming to rest almost nose to nose with his husband who gazes at him adoringly before kissing him with so much love and devotion, Kurt feels as if he may cry. "I love you, Kurt Hummel-Anderson," he whispers. "And I am never letting you go."

"And there were pandas!" Kurt tells Libby excitedly. "Did you know I've never seen pandas? I've never seen pandas, Lib! Well, now I have. And daddy agrees that you need to see them too, so we thought that next summer we could take you there."

"Oh!" Libby cries excitedly. "Yay!"

"So you had fun then?" Burt asks, and from his lofty vantage point of the arm of the couch, Kurt smirks at his husband over the top of their daughters head.

"Oh yeah," he says as Blaine blushes hard, thinking of various points in the vacation, like being handcuffed to the bed as Kurt rode him, getting hideously drunk together and getting naked in the hot tub, or being like little kids again and rolling down the big grassy hill together before heading back to the cottage and being very, very adult. "We had fun."

"Good, I'm glad," Burt smiles. "As for us...well, we liked seeing this little one every day so much that we've decided to retire and move to Westerville."

"What?" Blaine and Kurt shriek together. "That's amazing!"

"We were hoping you'd say that," Carole laughs as Blaine hugs her tight. "And you know, we'll be able to help with your dad too," she adds, unable to resist stroking his cheek as if her were five and not, in fact, forty five.

"How is he?" Blaine asks, then sighs when the phone rings down the hall.

"It's okay," Kurt says, standing. "I'll go."

"He's more forgetful," Carole says sadly. "But happier, if that makes any sense. He loves seeing Libby, and he certainly still knows who she is, though he seemed surprised that you were married, but that came back to him when we showed him pictures of you and Kurt. He's also convinced Cooper is a little bit gay."

"He's always been convinced Cooper is a little bit gay," Blaine laughs. "Hey Lib, wanna go visit grandad later?"

"Sure," she shrugs. "And can we go get me some candy after?"

"It's Halloween next week, you'll get a ton of candy," he laughs. "But if you're lucky we can go to McDonalds for dinner- because papa and I are feeling far too tired to cook."

"Hmm. I wonder why?" Burt mumbles, but Blaine is saved from answering by the arrival of Kurt, who looks thoroughly confused.

"Kurt? You okay?" Blaine asks as he sits heavily in the armchair.

"Uh...that was Peter Shubert. The uh...the theatre owner I met in New York?"

"Yeah," Blaine nods. "I remember. Does he want you for a show?"

"Kind of."

"Well what does that mean?" Burt huffs. "He either does or he doesn't."

"He wants to meet me in New York on Wednesday," he says quietly. "To interview me."

"You shouldn't need to interview," Blaine says indignantly. "You're the best in the business."

"That's what he said," Kurt continues. "Which is why he's asking me to interview with a view to working with him exclusively. And by that I mean Kurt Anderson would design for shows that played in his theatres only. He wants to buy me out."

"He wants..."Blaine starts, then stops as his blood runs cold. "He doesn't want you to move to New York though, right? I mean..."

"Yes, Blaine, that's exactly what he wants me to do."