Kurt finds it very hard to stop kissing Blaine now that they're engaged, and he finds any opportunity he can to be near him, even sitting in his lap to eat breakfast, which Danny thinks is hilarious.
After they've eaten, and Danny is engrossed in Sofia the First, which he still publicly protests is for babies, Blaine pins Kurt against the counter in the kitchen, kissing him, before asking what happened with Trent.
"Well, it was all a bit weird," Kurt says, hopping up and pulling Blaine between his legs. "In many ways, the whole thing was really annoying, but actually, I think meeting up with him will turn out to be a really smart move."
"He doesn't want Danny then?"
"Far from it. At first he really showed him no interest, and then Danny came back to the table, and he was better with him, I think. He said several times that he's a good kid, but he's moving to Ireland, and while he didn't rule out seeing him in the future, I don't think he will go out of his way to make special plans."
"And what did Danny make of this?"
"He wasn't bothered at all. Like literally, all he said was that Trent was nice enough, but he wasn't his father, which I have to agree with. There was no bond there at all. That was the final thing for me. I remember standing in dad's study, saying how being there for a kid, loving him unconditionally, and providing for them, is what makes someone a father. Trent hasn't done any of that, but you have. It seems as though Danny was thinking the same thing, because as soon as we were outside, he started talking about you, and how you were more like his dad, and I agreed."
"I don't understand why... or how, you could meet Danny, know that he was your child, whether biologically or not, and yet not want to see him again."
"Of course you don't. I don't either. Your mom was horrified. Because we all love him."
"So he didn't want Danny, and yet he wanted you to move with him?"
"Yeah." Kurt laughs, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose. "And I told him there was no chance. I seriously have no clue why he asked, unless he's worried about moving abroad and wanted a familiar face around. I don't know. But I do know that when I asked if you could adopt Danny, he was more concerned about whether we were going to get married, than you becoming Danny's other parent."
"Moron."
"Pretty much. Anyway. I'm glad I went. It cemented how both me and Danny feel about you, it brought us here, to this point, and also, one other thing."
"Oh?"
"I think... I think I need to be brave. It's a long story, but Trent told me that Marcus is no longer with the student who accused me of assault. It might be a long shot, but I'm going to contact NYU, and see if they would consider talking with him again, and asking if he would withdraw the complaint."
"Kurt that would be amazing," Blaine says happily. "Even if you stay at Target for the rest of your life, just to know you were exonerated would be amazing, wouldn't it?"
"I think so. But I don't want to stay at Target. I'm not entirely sure what I want to do, to be honest."
"One step at a time, I think," Blaine tells him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Agreed. And you know what?"
"What?"
"Next weekend? We're totally going to that cabin. A very delayed Valentines treat."
"What about Danny?"
"All taken care of. Dad has him Friday, until Saturday afternoon, when he goes to your mom and dad for his first sleepover."
"Oh God, I bet they were ecstatic."
"There were tears of joy."
Blaine laughs, then looks up at the clock. "It's ten."
"Hmm." Kurt pulls him close, placing a long lingering kiss to his lips. "Let's go."
Blaine has no clue where they are going, and he really doesn't care. It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, he has a ring on his finger, a fiancé driving next to him, and their son...their son, in the back seat.
"You okay back there my son?" he asks, trying it out, and Danny kicks his legs in excitement.
"Yes papa."
"Do it again," Kurt says, laughing with them. "Blaine, record it on my phone."
"Okay, okay. Ready? Okay. You okay back there my son?"
"Yes papa!" Danny shouts, and then they record the same conversation three more times, just for the hell of it.
Their light hearted mood continues for the whole trip, until they pull up at Indian Lake. "A day at the beach, Mr fiancé?" Kurt asks flirtatiously, and Blaine leans in close.
"Sounds perfect," he says, then claims his lips once more, because it's been far too long between kisses. "I love you."
"And we love you papa!" Danny says, unbuckling himself and climbing into the front.
"Yeah, that's never gonna get old," Blaine says happily, and he pulls him down into his lap, and kisses all over his face. "My little boy."
"I'm getting big! I'll be six soon!"
"Three months," Kurt laughs. "Anyway, it's a rule that even when you're taller than papa, you'll still be our little boy."
"I'll be taller than papa?" Danny asks, delighted. "For real?"
"Ugh. For real," Blaine groans.
His face brightens, as a truck enters the parking lot, parking on the far side, and Burt gives a cheery wave. "Your dad's coming?"
"Is that okay?"
"It's more than okay. Your dad is amazing."
Kurt beams, taking Blaine's hand and holding it tight. "That's nice to hear. I mean yes, he is, but it's still nice to hear it."
"I invited your parents too," he adds, nodding to where they pull up next to Burt.
"Awesome."
They all step from their respective cars, and then another car pulls up on the other side of Burt. "And someone else," Kurt whispers into Blaine's ear, and Cooper leaps from the rental car, quickly joined by Emma.
"Well?" he hollers, and Kurt throws his hands up in the air.
"He said yes!" he cries loudly. "To all of it! YES! HE SAID YES!"
It is Cooper who reaches them first, charging across the parking lot, to scoop Danny into his arms, and crush Kurt and Blaine into his side, kissing all of them. "Amazing!" he keeps saying over and over. "Just amazing. So I'm your uncle," he tells Danny proudly. "I'm your uncle and Emma's your aunt, and Tabitha and Lucy are your cousins. Sweet."
"I like that," Danny says happily. "Daddy and papa are going to get married. And you know what? It's not weird to call Blaine papa. It sounds more weirder to call him Blaine already. That's funny, isn't it?"
"That means it's meant to be," Emma says, as she joins them. "Come here and give me a cuddle. All of you."
"I'm so happy for the three of you," Burt says, and he holds Kurt close, kissing his cheek. "Love you, son."
"Love you too, dad. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, so thank you."
"Well, it's kinda been my pleasure," Burt admits, blinking back tears. "I'll miss you guys."
"Oh hey, we'll still see you all the time," Kurt reassures. "You could still take Danny a couple of afternoons? We could still do Friday dinner?"
"Of course. But if you move away..."
"We haven't really decided yet," Blaine says gently. "But whatever happens, you'll still be a huge part of Danny's life."
"My darling Angels!" Rosetta cries. She is laden down, with Lucy on her hip, and Tabitha holding her hand, while Frank trots behind, carrying umbrellas and an enormous picnic basket. "I made a cake. I'm so happy my sweetheart," she tells Blaine. "You're such a dear, sweet boy. You deserved to find love, and Kurt is so wonderful. Danny? You make us so happy. You know, when Cooper was young and so reckless, and Blaine was gay, I never thought I'd get grandchildren, and yet here we are with three! How lucky. How blessed."
Blaine and Kurt just grin, they can't help it. It feels so good, to be surrounded by a warm, loving and supportive family, who happily share in their joy.
They all settle on the beach, and the three children play happily on the sand, with Burt and Cooper helping them to build a huge sandcastle, while Kurt and Blaine share a towel, lying next to Emma.
"So tell me, Emma," Blaine says, rolling onto his front and leaning on his elbows. "When did you fly in?"
"Last night. Kurt called us yesterday after meeting the dude, and talked to both of us for a long time. Then he went to his dad and your parents, then called us again, and said he'd decided to go through with it all, so we booked flights."
"You knew I'd say yes? I'm that predictable?"
"Hmm, well. That sounds like a bad thing, but I don't think it is. I know how much you love him. I know no one has ever loved you more than Kurt does, and I know the three of you are a great little family. So I knew you'd say yes, because I know how much you love each other."
"How long are you staying?"
"Just until tomorrow. We need to be back... Cooper has this thing going on with his work. I'll let him tell you."
"Sounds intriguing," Blaine says, but Emma just nods and picks up her book.
Blaine turns to look at Kurt, who lies on his side, propped up on one elbow. He's never known him to be so openly affectionate before, but here he is, trailing his fingers gently up and down Blaine's spine, gazing at him as if he can't quite believe his luck.
"I love you," he says quietly, and gives a quick glance up the beach, before he leans in and kisses his lips. Blaine's eyes flutter closed and he sighs, more content than he's ever known.
"This is the best day ever," he whispers, then daringly reaches one hand to the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him into a proper kiss.
"My brother and your son are making out," Cooper tells Burt. "Gross, yet cute."
"Ah, they can't help it, I guess. They're completely euphoric."
"And the state of Ohio suffers a coronary," Cooper adds, as a disgusted couple stand up and move off down the beach.
"Pathetic, isn't it?"
"Completely. So, do you think they'll stay in the area?"
"Honestly? No, I don't," Burt says with a sigh. "I think they'll go somewhere more tolerant. Who can blame them? I'm happy for them, but sad at the same time, you know?"
"Yeah." Cooper watches them a moment more, as their kiss breaks, and Kurt pulls back with a smile, trailing his fingers over Blaine's shoulder as he speaks.
"I'm thinking of asking dad to keep Danny tonight," he is saying to Blaine.
"Oh?"
"I feel a little mean, but we need to celebrate."
"We do," Blaine agrees with a sly grin. "So what does that mean?"
"It means we can get loud," Kurt whispers. "I know how you like that."
"Oh I do," Blaine says, with a choked off moan. "I really do."
"Can I ask why?"
"It's so hot," he says, shifting slightly on the towel. "To hear you letting go like that. Giving in to the freedom of it all. Knowing that I'm making you feel that way. Yeah."
"Change the subject," Kurt begs. "Quickly."
"Okay. So uh..."
"Why do you have to be shirtless?"
"We're on the beach. A man made one, granted, but a beach nonetheless. Besides, you're shirtless."
"I know, but you're hot."
"So are you," Blaine points out, then kisses him again. "And we're getting married."
"Hey there, brothers of mine," Cooper says, sitting down next to his wife.
"Now that's how you change the subject," Blaine says, making Kurt laugh. "Hey Cooper."
"So. Have you thought about where you're going to live?"
"Not really. I know you said about Denver but... I know this sounds crazy, but I don't think either of us really want to move away from Ohio."
"That's good," Cooper says with a grin. "Because actually, I'm applying for a promotion which could see us moving to West Virginia."
"Are you kidding?" Completely delighted, Blaine hugs his brother hard.
"No kidding, but keep it quiet for the moment. Mom and dad know, but the girls don't. Emma and I both figure now is the time to do it, before Tabitha starts Kindergarten. We want to be closer to you guys, and both sets of parents. It just feels right. That said, there's six of us applying for it, so I don't know if I stand that much chance."
"Nah, you'll get it, I know you will," Blaine declares. "Everything is so easy. So right. It's just all meant to be."
"I admire your optimism, little brother. Let's hope you're right."
"Time for food!" Frank suddenly declares loudly, and everyone descends on the enormous picnic Rosetta has arranged, including a big cake with "Congratulations Daddy Kurt and Papa Blaine" written across it.
"Danny decided on the writing," Rosetta explains, pulling the little boy against her side and kissing his cheek. "It seemed perfect to me."
"It is," Kurt agrees.
Though still very much a part of the group, joining in with the loud conversation, and helping the children with their food, Kurt and Blaine only really have eyes for each other. Blaine loves the way he can feel his heartbeat speed up when he catches Kurt looking at him, and Kurt enjoys the way his stomach flutters when Blaine reaches out, touching their fingers together, and showing off his engagement ring.
After dinner, when Lucy is asleep, and Tabitha and Danny are attempting to play catch, Blaine lies on his back in the sun, his eyes closed, feeling completely relaxed. He's not even stressing about work the next day. If anything, he's excited to tell the class his news.
"You're smiling," Kurt says, hovering over him and blocking the sun. "You look beautiful. I'm gonna need to kiss you."
"Go ahead."
"Oh get a room, you two!" Cooper calls, when he sees them at it again.
"Hey!" Frank gives his eldest son a shove. "They can't help it. Blaine's a very passionate lover. Like his mama."
"Gross!" Cooper cries, and Kurt and Blaine pull apart, for Blaine to sit upright on the blanket.
"Dad, do you mind?"
"He only speaks the truth," Rosetta says, coming to her husband's rescue. "It's the Italian blood. It makes us good lovers, isn't that right, Kurt?"
"I uh... I couldn't possibly comment," Kurt says, blushing red. "I just... Dad? Could you pass me a beer?"
"You don't drink beer," Burt remarks in surprise.
"I do now."
It is late by the time Kurt and Blaine close the door to the apartment, and are alone at last. Their day has been perfect, but they are ecstatic to be able to make out properly, like they've been trying to do all day, and Blaine lifts Kurt, who wraps his legs around his waist, to be carried down the hallway and into the bedroom.
"We should get rid of this sand," Blaine murmurs, kissing down Kurt's neck. "Shower?"
"Definitely."
They lose clothes quickly, as they continue kissing, and Kurt backs Blaine into the bathroom and under the spray. "This feels so good," he moans, letting his hands roam over Blaine's chest and shoulders, then down his back to the top of his ass. "You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in this shower."
Blaine's mouth hangs open as he blinks, and tries to find words. In the end, he settles for some kind of noise, and his fingers dig into Kurt's hips as he pulls him closer.
"Yes?" Kurt asks, one eyebrow raised. "Or no?"
Blaine nods, and gladly takes the kiss Kurt offers, which is forceful and dominant, and leaves Blaine clutching Kurt's waist in order to remain upright.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Kurt asks, kissing behind his ear. "You want me to dominate you, to take control."
"Yes," Blaine whimpers, groaning when Kurt sinks lower and nuzzles his cheek against his cock. "Please."
Kurt looks up, smiling. "I love you," he murmurs, then he kisses the head of his cock, before taking him deep.
"Oh fuck!" Blaine cries, running his fingers through Kurt's hair. "I love you too. This is... this is fantasyland right here. Oh God."
He stands there, under the spray, watching as Kurt hollows his cheeks, and takes him even deeper, while his fingers tease along his crack, gently pushing. He shudders as the tip of his finger slips inside, and Kurt feels it, smiling at the very thought of giving Blaine all he wants.
He stands, pulling him into another crushing kiss, as their hard cocks rub together perfectly. "I should wash you," he murmurs against Blaine's lips.
"No, no, you really shouldn't," he protests. "Just take me. Please."
"I'm gonna wash you."
Blaine doesn't complain any further. How can he, when Kurt's hands are all over his body, rubbing the soap over his skin, and working it into a lather? His hands move lower, gripping Blaine's cock and making him whine again. He kisses Kurt desperately, his need for more is obvious, and Kurt caves, really not able to stand long, drawn out teasing, when Blaine is so hot and willing in his arms.
He rubs their cocks together, the soap letting them slide easily as they're washed clean, and they both cry out at the sensation. "Oh fuck, Blaine! Fuck. Turn around."
He does so gladly, his hands resting on the glass, as he waits for Kurt, who suddenly disappears.
"What the...?"
"Lube!" comes the shouted reply, and Blaine laughs loudly at the mental image of a soaking wet Kurt searching through the bottom drawer of their nightstand.
Their nightstand.
"Move in with me," he blurts, as soon as Kurt is back in the shower.
Kurt stops, looks down at the lube in his hand, then back at Blaine, and shrugs. "Okay."
"I mean, I know you're here most of the time anyway, but move in properly. Please. Let this be our home."
"Yes," Kurt says with a smile. "We will. Now you have to get off the wall so I can kiss you again."
Blaine does so, wrapping Kurt tenderly in his arms, and kissing him slowly. In all their heated passion, it is a moment of true loving emotion, and when they pull apart, they're grinning, and Kurt brushes the tip of their noses together. "Now you can turn around again."
"Hell yes." Elated, Blaine spins around, smacking his elbow hard on the wall and wincing.
"You okay?"
"Just dandy," he gets out through gritted teeth. "Damn that hurt. Nevermind. Fuck me, I'll feel better."
Kurt laughs, kissing his shoulder, and wrapping an arm around his waist. "I love how smooth and sophisticated we are," he snorts. "Our shower sex is just like you see in the movies."
"Shut it, Hummel. It's better, cause it's us."
"This is true. Okay. Back on course. How about this?"
He nudges Blaine's legs apart with his knee, prompting him to lean forward, away from the spray, to rest his hands back on the glass again. A slick hand is suddenly beneath him, cupping his balls, squeezing them gently, before his fingers move back to his entrance, pushing firmly and insistently, opening him wide.
"Fuck, Blaine, you look good like this," Kurt groans, kissing along his spine. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and slowly, is that okay? I'm gonna make you beg to be allowed to come."
"That is... That is... That... Yes."
Kurt holds his hips firmly, and enters him. The resulting motion causes Blaine to stumble, and collide with the glass wall, prompting more laughter, as Kurt falls over his back. "Oh Jesus. We're hopeless. Okay, okay. Ready?"
"Ready? I'm desperate!" Blaine cries. "Just don't push me too hard. It's slippery in here."
"You wanna move to the bed?"
"No I do not," he says firmly. "We're always limited to bed, which is fine, cause... you know, but I'm determined to make the most of this. Now fuck my ass."
"Blaine!"
"Come on, Kurt," he pleads, reaching around with one hand to grab his thigh and keep him close. "Take control of me."
"Oh, that's..."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Slowly, Kurt starts to move, pulling out and looking down to watch as he pushes back in. "That's so hot."
"Tell me."
"It's... Oh God, you're beautiful," Kurt says, cutting himself off with a moan. "You're... the curve of your body, bent like this. The way I slide in and out of you. It's..." He drives back in, a deep, long thrust, and both of them cry out. "I love that you're mine." He reaches one hand to the top of Blaine's spine, dragging his nails down his back, as his other hand holds his hip. "Mine."
"Shit, shit," Blaine cries. He hangs his head, panting, as Kurt continues to almost tear him open with his slow, driving thrusts. "Touch me," he begs. "I need you to touch me."
"Straighten up," Kurt commands.
"Can't. I'll fall over."
"No you won't, I've got you, now straighten up."
He straightens up, but then Kurt isn't inside him anymore, and he groans.
"No, no, we've got this," a very determined Kurt says. He wraps one arm across the front of Blaine's shoulders, the other gripping his hip, and drives back inside. He is forceful, insistent, and everything Blaine has been fantasising about. His hand comes up to Blaine's throat, pushing his head back so it rests on Kurt's shoulder. Their height difference works perfectly, and suddenly Kurt is hitting his prostate each time.
"Fucking hell," Blaine moans. "Fuck, Kurt, yes."
"So good," Kurt breathes into his ear. "Damn, Blaine, you're amazing. We're amazing. Shit. This is..."
"I'm gonna come."
"Not yet."
"What?"
"Not yet," Kurt repeats with a soft laugh. "This is too good. Hold off, it'll be so much better."
"I'll fucking explode."
"Good."
He nudges Blaine's legs further apart, bending his knees slightly, so he can thrust up even harder. He cries out, then bites down into the soft, wet skin of Blaine's shoulder, marking him, watching as it darkens before doing it again and again.
"Kurt! I can't... I'm gonna..."
"Jesus Christ, Blaine," Kurt pants. He moves his hand from Blaine's throat, down to his chest, scraping his nails across him. His other hand moves up, grabbing a fistful of Blaine's hair, and pulling him backward so his throat and neck are exposed once more.
"Fuck!" Blaine's eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, his whole body heaving, as he tries to remain upright. Finally Kurt's hand is there, wrapping around his cock, and Blaine shatters from the inside out. "Kurt!" he yells, as he shoots over the glass wall. "Kurt, oh my God... Kurt."
Kurt comes with a loud moan of satisfaction, still pulling on Blaine's hair. He can feel himself releasing, filling Blaine up, and it is with some satisfaction that he looks down, gasping for breath, to see his come slowly starting to trickle down the inside of Blaine's thigh.
"Stay there," he orders, then falls to his knees, running his tongue along the perfect crease where Blaine's thigh meets his ass. "You are so gorgeous," he murmurs, before kneeling up to kiss at the base of his spine. "You can let go of the wall now."
"I'll fall over."
"I'll catch you."
Blaine sinks to the floor, and into the lap and arms of Kurt, who holds him against his chest, and kisses his lips tenderly. "Are you okay?"
"That was the most phenomenal sex I have ever had, ever," Blaine says happily. He is exhausted, his arms hurt, his elbow is bruised, and his entire body feels used in the best possible way. He grins, resting his head into the crook of Kurt's neck, as they shift around for the warm water to run over them once more.
"I had no idea I was capable of that," Kurt marvels. "Everything kept going wrong and then suddenly it was right."
"So right."
"We'll sleep well, anyway." He looks down at Blaine, smiling softly. "I love you, Blaine. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mr Fiancé," he whispers, leaning up to kiss his lips. "And I'm completely exhausted," he adds, and Kurt laughs and kisses his cheek.
"Come on, I'll dry you off."
Once they're dry, and wrapped in robes, Blaine sits on the edge of the bed, glancing at his phone. "It's nine thirty. We were in there for over an hour."
Kurt laughs, kneeling on the bed behind him, to gently dry his hair with a towel. "We needed to wash the sand off."
"I had visions of us drinking champagne and discussing all things wedding-y into the early hours."
"That can wait. I just want to hold my fiancé in my arms as we sleep."
"I like the sound of that."
Blaine curls on top of the covers, and Kurt spoons behind him, peeking beneath the collar of his robe to kiss over the marks he made. "You'll need to keep a shirt on around Danny for a few days. Sorry."
"Worth it," Blaine declares. "God, you're a minx."
"I didn't know sex got a million times better when you're engaged. Can't wait to be married."
Blaine gives a sleepy, worn out laugh, and flips the lamp out, closing his eyes. "We should think about a date. People will keep asking."
"Well if we're going to honeymoon after, it'll have to be summer, when school's out."
"True. Next summer then."
"Yeah." Kurt yawns, and kisses the back of Blaine's neck. "Yeah. Cause this summer would be too soon."
"Totally. We've been together such a short time."
"People would think we're crazy."
"They would," Blaine agrees. "Plus we need to decide on a location, and then a venue and stuff."
They fall quiet, both nearly asleep, until Kurt's voice comes into the dark. "Blaine?"
"Hmm?"
"This August first?"
"Perfect."
