"Good morning..."
There was a voice. A deep voice, as clear as an ocean breeze.
"Kurt...wake up..."
Deep and mellow, thick and sweet.
"Time to wake up, Kurt."
A kiss was placed onto Kurt's forehead, and then one on his cheek. The tiny movements began to rouse him. There was darkness for a split second, and then there he was, floating above Kurt like a cat seeking attention. Kurt blinked once, twice, and then broke out into a huge smile.
Memories from the previous night fled into his mind, comforting him. He looked up at the person in front of him, with a dopey grin plastered to his face, a forest of black curls sticking up all over the place, the warm eyes bright and sunny. Kurt decided he'd never witnessed something as perfect as this. As him.
"Hi," Kurt squeaked, still a little drowsy.
"Hello," Blaine said, leaning down to give his husband a short kiss on the mouth. "How did you sleep?"
"Fantastically," Kurt sighed, reaching a hand to grab the back of Blaine's neck. He hoisted himself into a sitting position so that he could climb into the darker haired boy's lap. "How did you sleep?"
"The feeling was mutual," said Blaine, placing a hand on Kurt's back. "That was the best night ever."
"I agree," Kurt giggled. He looked down at his hand. He remembered how he never used to look at himself in the morning because of his messy, tousled hair and droopy eyes. But now, staring down at his pale fingers, he couldn't take his eyes off of the shiny, sparkly band wrapped around them.
"Look," he showed Blaine his hand. "Look at this."
Blaine examined his fingers, pretending he couldn't see the ring. "That's a very lovely palm you've got there, sweetie."
Kurt huffed and pushed Blaine in the chest, sending the both of them back down onto the sheets with Kurt on his husband's chest. "You know what I mean."
"I do," Blaine smiled. "And I see it, too."
"Good," Kurt said, pressing his cheek against Blaine's. "Because I see yours." Kurt looked down at the other ring on Blaine's fingers.
"I'm seriously so happy right now," Blaine told him, stroking back Kurt's hair. "I don't want to move from this spot."
"Neither do I," Kurt sighed happily.
"Kurt! Blaine!" There was a female voice that called from downstairs. The two boys' heads snapped up.
"Breakfast is ready!" The voice called again.
"Let's go," Blaine mumbled, "I don't want them coming up here finding us like this."
"Why?" Kurt smiled teasingly, "Are you embarrassed of your new life-partner?"
"Of course not!" Blaine said. "I just don't want your dad to shoot me. It's too early in our relationship for that."
Kurt laughed loudly and they went downstairs, finding Carole, Burt and Finn in the kitchen. They all started giving a light round of applause when the boys came down.
"Congrats to the newly wedded couple," Carole beamed. Kurt flushed.
"Thanks, everyone," Blaine smiled at his new family.
"How'd you boys sleep?" Burt asked.
"Greatly," Blaine said, stretching and yawning. "Thanks again for everything last night, everyone. Kurt and I really appreciated it." Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist as they moved to sit down at the table.
"No problem, Blaine," Burt raised his glass at him. "You're part of our family now."
Kurt smiled. "CHEERS!" Finn suddenly called out, and they all raised their mugs of coffee and juice, clinking the glass together while the sun settled warmly into the kitchen window.
Later on, Kurt and Blaine sat cross-legged on the sofa, facing each other, with little, certain gifts in their laps. The boys were going to open their wedding presents from friends and family, and to be quite honest, Kurt was a little nervous.
"I don't know what to expect from the New Directions," Kurt said. "It could be anything in there." He stared at the small, square box coated with red wrapping paper, a white envelope attached to it with tape. Blaine laughed, throwing his head back.
"Well, take cover if it's a rocket," Blaine said. His fingers began to tear off the paper, gently ripping it apart and holding the box in the palm of his hand. He held it in front of Kurt's face.
"Would you like to do the honors?" he asked. Kurt glared at him with narrow eyes, snatching the box from Blaine's hand and placing one palm on the lid.
"Fine," he replied. "But if I die from whatever's inside, I'm taking you down with me." Kurt opened the lid. Well, nothing exploded confetti all over the room or anything, however the boys were pleasantly surprised. Inside the box, resting on a nest of blue, wrinkled tissue paper were two tall glass cups. The typical wine glasses that were used at weddings would have "Bride" written on one and "Groom" written on the other. However, one of the glasses were porcelain white with gold cursive lettering carved into the surface that read "Husband # 1." The other glass was just as tall as the first one, and just as shiny and smooth. Except in was painted black, with the same gold font scratched into the material, spelling out "Husband # 2."
"Oh my god," Kurt chuckled, "These are so cute!"
"Here, let's read the card," Blaine said, opening the envelope and leaning into Kurt so they could both read it. The boys flipped open the card and began to read the black handwriting.
Kurt and Blaine,
Happy Wedding Day!
We hope you had a fantastic day. Rachel made these cups in her pottery class, and everyone in New Directions helped paint and decorate. We didn't really know what to write on them, though, so we hope this is good enough! By the way, Puck and Finn broke the first set of glasses, so we had to make another pair. Don't let them anywhere near them, because making another pair would take forever. We wish you both the best of luck, and we're so happy for you. We love you so much!
Love, The New Directions.
"Wow," Blaine said, "I can't believe they made us these. That's so thoughtful."
"Which cup do you want?" Kurt grinned, holding up the mugs in his hands, allowing Blaine to choose which one.
"I call dibs on the black one," Blaine said. He took the white cup from Kurt and held it close to his husband's cheek. "See? This one looks more like you. It's even the same color as your face."
"Oh, shut up," Kurt smacked away Blaine's hand, chuckling bitterly.
"Hey, wait a minute, there's still something inside the envelope," Blaine said, reaching down and sliding something out of the paper card container. What fell into Blaine's hand was one, single condom still wrapped inside it's packaged. There was a neon pink sticky note attached, reading,
This is for if you guys ever get bored with those cups, even though I love cups.
Love, Brittany
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a look of pure horror, but then burst out into the loudest laughter ever created on the face of the planet, so loud that Kurt's face turned bright red and tears started to pour down his face.
The boys continued to open their simple gifts. From Wes, David, Nick and Jeff, they received two different scarves, one black and one white just like the glasses, with gold stitching sewed onto the sides that said "Just Married." Kurt almost fainted with how much he loved it.
"Holy shit, guys," Blaine said to himself. "I was not expecting this from them."
"These. Are. Amazing! Did all of our friends get us custom-made things? It's like they're trying to get married to us!" Kurt said.
"I don't know," Blaine shook his head, smiling. "But this seems very prim and proper, especially from people like my friends."
"They're very soft," Kurt smiled, petting one of the scarves resting on Blaine's knee. "Like a kitten."
Blaine picked up the black scarf, tossed it around Kurt's neck, and pulled him in using the long fabric for a kiss. They broke away, breathless.
"Here," Blaine said, "You can keep the black one this time."
Kurt giggled. "I am convinced that everyone got together to plan what they were getting us."
"Maybe," Blaine shrugged. "Whatever brings them closer."
Playing with the scarf around his neck, Kurt stared down at his lap. "Do you ever think about the future?"
That was out of the blue. "Yeah, sometimes. Why?"
"What do you see yourself doing, ten years from now?" Kurt asked curiously.
Blaine's eyes flickered across the room, obviously caught in thought. His lips were pursed together, trying to think of himself as an older version. "This is going to sound really corny. I see you and me, Kurt. I see us moving away somewhere, wherever you want to go. I see us living together and maybe even starting a small family. Or it could just be us, I'd be fine with that, too. Maybe we'd be one of those annoying couples who make music and grow their own organic food in their backyards." Blaine chuckled. "Or maybe we'd go out every night to see shows. I really don't even know what I'd do in the future, except all I know is that it includes you."
"That sounds like fun," Kurt grinned widely, showing teeth. "I'd like that, too."
There was a sad look on Kurt's face as he smiled, almost like he didn't want to smile but forced himself anyway to show he was okay. Blaine knew better than that.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, grabbing his husband's hand.
"I'm not scared of death," Kurt got out, making Blaine flinch at the sudden darkness in his voice. "But I am scared of the future. I want to enjoy it, and who knows how much time I have left with you, Blaine?"
Blaine leaned over and hugged his husband, Kurt hugging back tightly, never wanting to let go. "Remember what you told me, Kurt? Remember what you told me about not being scared of whatever comes next?"
"Yeah..." Kurt sighed.
"You made me promise not to get scared," Blaine told him, pulling back to look into Kurt's eyes. "No matter how bad things get, I'm going to try my best to keep that promise. Can you promise me something?"
"Anything, Blaine," Kurt nodded eagerly. "I'll promise anything."
"Promise me that even if you get scared thinking about the future, understand that I will be there with you. I'll be scared with you. Promise me, okay? Promise me you understand what I'm saying."
"I promise," Kurt whispered.
"Say it again," a snigger tugged on Blaine's lips.
"I promise," Kurt said again, more clearly.
"One more time," Blaine had pounced on Kurt now, kissing the side of his neck and lightly tickling his sides.
"I promise!" Kurt was laughing now. "I promise, Blaine! I swear to god I promise!"
"Good," Blaine's face was like a five-year-old. He let Kurt sit up.
"You're so weird," Kurt made a face, knocking on Blaine's forehead like in those V8 commercials.
"So are you," Blaine stuck his tongue out.
"You're lucky you're cute," Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I know," Blaine replied. Kurt reached his hand back and tossed a pillow at Blaine, snickering mischievously at his reaction.
"You're going to pay," Blaine leapt back onto Kurt, attacking him, which really meant tickling him until his face turned purple.
It looked like a very good start to spend eternity together.