The Hummel-Anderson family retreated from society for the two months of mourning, which they only involved themselves in out of respect for Hunter. He knew their motives in covering their windows, and only appearing in public to shop for groceries, or send Archer off to school, and while he was in mourning for a different reason, he still appreciated their efforts. He forced himself to understand that they didn't feel the same way that he had about his dad. During the first days after Karofsky's death, the police questioned him about what had gone down on the night of the tragedy. To avoid sending Hunter to prison for killing a man, they told the police that Karofsky was a crazy man who set his home on fire, risking all of their necks, and then shot himself in the throat. The police, sensing how exhausted the whole family was, accepted that as the truth, after reviewing Karofsky's past records. Hunter was given three days to clear out his belongings from the property, so he took his paintings and journals with him, before the property was condemned, and the remains of the home was demolished.

He moved in with Archer's family, and to make the transition legal, since he was still underage, Keegan sent in an application to adopt him. Blaine had wanted to be the one to step up and do it, but knowing that he and Kurt already had a child, and Keegan would never have anyone, they'd spoken to both Hunter and Keegan. At first, Hunter worried that Keegan would resent him for being the son of the man who killed his lover, but Keegan seemed to show no connection between him and Karofsky, and had even smiled when it was brought up to him. Although Hunter wasn't very close to Keegan, and they both understood that this was only happening for legal purposes, Hunter realized, when Keegan wrapped him in his long arms, that he could grow to love him as a dad. The application was processed over the next few weeks, and the family celebrated when it came back, approved. He wasn't the son that Keegan had ever expected, and nor was Keegan the dad that Hunter had one day imagined having, but they were both pleased nonetheless.

The first day that they came out of mourning was Archer's graduation, when the family woke up and sighed with relief, as if they no longer felt weighed down by the world. When the clock struck nine, Kurt opened the door to their bedroom, fixing the lacy front of his bodice, which spilled into a simple, white skirt. "Hunter! Archer!" He called, knocking his knuckles against the railing of the stairs. "It's time to get up. We don't want to be late." Beside of Hunter, Archer groaned deeply, flipping onto his stomach and yanking a pillow over his frizzy head. Hunter chuckled, lifting himself up from the comfortable, warm blankets. Kurt clicked his tongue, "Now, Archer, if you don't attend your graduation ceremony, you won't have the party that your grandma prepared for you. She even baked you a cake."

Archer waved Kurt off, "I'm up, Pére. I'm up. Just… two more minutes." Slumping deeper into the mattress, Archer let out an unattractive snore, which made Hunter laugh behind his hand.

Hunter smiled at his future in-law, "Go upstairs, Kurt. I'll get him up—"

"If you drag me off this bed, I'll kick you in your testicles."

Kurt blushed at his son's vulgar threat, retreating back upstairs to the safety of his husband's gentle voice. Chortling at his fiancé, Hunter bent to kiss the back of his head, which was the only thing his lips could touch. "Come on. I know how you hate being the center of attention, but I can make a damned good diversion. Besides, how will your pére ever get along if he doesn't get to witness his only son walking across the stage and accepting his diploma?"

"The same way he does every day… by breathing and eating."

Hunter considered that, "Fair enough. Get up, Archer. Humor your parents for one day. It would mean everything to them." He pressed his nose against Archer's cheek when he started to appear from under the pillow, "Hey there, kitten."

"Hi." Archer accepted his fiancé's soft kiss, a wry smile appearing on his lips. "I suppose I don't really have a choice, do I? You're going to keep talking and talking, and I won't be able to get back to sleep." Hunter shook his head, making Archer's grin spread even wider as he kicked at Hunter's stomach. "Unless I got rid of you." With one rough hit to Hunter's thighs, he knocked him over to the edge of the bed, nearly making him roll off, and he laughed when Hunter struggled back onto the mattress. Screeching when Hunter pried him up, Archer dug his nails in, but was no match against Hunter's brute strength.

"I'll have no humiliation about carrying you onto the stage, Archer. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Deciding that the battle was over now that the threats had gotten serious, Archer settled for the easy way, and he went through the rest of the day with a permanent flush and scowl on his face. As he marched across the stage in his ridiculous get-up, he tried to avoid the gazes of his cheering family members, who were making such a spectacle of themselves that other parents started to turn around and glare. After he accepted his diploma and forced a smile, just for one picture so that his pére was appeased, he hurried off of the stage and met Hunter at the bottom of the stairs. The smug look on his face made Archer want to slug him. "Happy?" He grumbled, taking Hunter's hand and dragging him back to his squealing family members.

"Not quite." Hunter smirked, and suddenly spun him around and kissed him, making his eyes fly open, as he was startled out of the grumpy mood that he'd been in all day. He wanted to kick Hunter, but instead melted against his chest like a sappy, lovesick child. Grinning against Hunter's mouth, he felt his tongue slide into his mouth, and then withdraw as he whispered, "Love you."

"Love you, too, you big goof." Archer wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck as he turned to his family, who took turns to hug him warmly and tell him how proud each of them were. While Archer tried to keep a frown on his lips to express how displeased he was with the amount of attention he was receiving, he found it difficult, inside of his fiancé's protective arms, because it was so easy to be completely happy now.

Standing in the middle of his grandparents' living room with an awkward smile on his lips, Archer looked around at all of the guests, many of them friends of his grandma's. After her retirement, she joined many clubs with women around her age, and had brought all of them and their husbands to his graduation party. Archer found himself thanking many people he had never seen before. Across the room, his daddy spoke with his Uncle Finn, both of them drinking from glasses of wine and chuckling about happenings at their work.

Suddenly, an arm slipped around his waist, and Archer turned to smirk at his pére, who was sipping a glass of sparkling cider. He looked flushed from the exertion of conversing with so many people. His pére, ever the social butterfly, somehow saw it as his duty to personally thank every person for coming out, even though Archer was sure it was no skin off their noses to enjoy the finger foods and gossip like hens with each other. "Grin and bear it, my love. I haven't met any of them, either. But they are certainly delightful creatures!" His pére nodded at a plump woman with a tight up-do. She stuck bits of crackers and cheese between her full lips. "Sandy told me that she has a grandson who's graduating from another school next week."

Archer didn't know what to say to that, so he simply kissed his pink cheek and laughed, "I'm glad you're having fun, Pére." This must have been the joy of his entire day, being among so many women who prided themselves on how much gossip they laid out on the table. It was like a gambling game, and the one who had the biggest news was the one who took home all of the gasps and looks of awe.

His pére shuffled away from his side, "Now, where is that brooding husband of mine? He hasn't even tried the pastries yet."

Archer looked in the direction of the men, who were hiding away to avoid being drawn into a conversation about how Nana was doing, three months into pregnancy, or how adorable Louise's granddaughter looked in her new bib. "He's over there, next to my tall, sinister fiancé." Archer smirked at Hunter, who had withdrawn into the corner of the room as soon as some woman had approached him and pinched his cheeks, exclaiming about what a handsome, young man he was, and how proud he should be to have an intelligent boy like Archer on his arm. Archer had spent the next ten minutes pestering him about how true her claims were, and was only silenced when Hunter kissed his mouth to shut him up. As if Hunter had sensed that they were speaking about him, his eyes locked onto Archer's form, and a crooked grin curved his wide mouth. Following his pére over to the men, Archer noticed his daddy dislodge himself from the conversation with Finn and sweep his eyes over the two of them, even though they lingered on his pére. He kissed both of them, and then accepted his husband's tiny body against his chest.

Going over to Hunter, Archer wrapped his arms around his neck, "And what were you saying about getting out of bed this morning?"

Hunter sheepishly lowered his head, "I didn't know there would be so many… women here."

"You make that sound as if it's a bad thing. I wasn't sure about your sexuality, but maybe you are completely gay." They both laughed at that, and Hunter kissed his fiancé once more. "Not all women are as… noisy as these ones. Just my grandma's friends."

"How unfortunate for us." Hunter said dryly, "When I proposed to you, I thought that I wouldn't change a thing about your family. Maybe I would like it if they were quieter."

"I stopped dreaming a long time ago." Archer closed his eyes when Hunter leaned his forehead against his, and he puckered his mouth against Hunter's. They both drew apart when his daddy tapped Hunter's shoulder. His pére, who was tucked against his husband's chest, gave them a rosy smile. Keegan had been talking to Archer's Uncle Noah, but suddenly pulled away and came to their sides, seeing that Archer's pére and daddy had turned their attention to the two of them.

When his pére poked his daddy in his side, he gave him a gentle grin, and then turned back to a befuddled Archer and Hunter, "Hunter… we have something important to tell you. We weren't sure where to do it, so we figured that this place would be best, where it can be news that's commended by all of our family." His daddy looked back down at his husband, who nodded eagerly, as if he couldn't contain the information for another two seconds. "I spoke to an optometrist who might be able to help you with your vision. Depending on your level of blindness, there might be some amount of correction that can be done. You have an appointment this evening. If it all goes well, we'll schedule you for a surgery. No matter what happens, you'll never have all of your vision back, but you might be able to—"

Hunter briskly shook his head, "Blaine, I can't…" He snapped his head down to Archer as if to check if he had known about this, but Archer expressed just as much confusion as he did. "That's too much money to put into a surgery that won't work—"

"Leave that up to the professionals." Blaine said sternly, placing his hands on Hunter's shoulders. "Hunter, listen to me. I've already set aside the money. And you will go to this appointment, whether you want to or not, because it cost money just to schedule it. This is one of the best optometrists in the country. If you think that I would send you to someone who didn't know what he was doing and would just leave you disappointed, you don't know anything about me. I love you, Hunter. You have a right to the same abilities that anyone else has. Just forget about the money for once. Let me take care of that. And tell me if you ever want to see what your fiancé looks like… what your children will look like… what you look like."

Hesitating, Hunter opened his mouth, and then clamped it shut. "I never wanted to cause you trouble." He finally said. "We could use the money for the wedding. I want Archer to have the wedding he's always dreamed about."

"And have you asked what Archer would want to do with that money?" Blaine challenged.

Realizing that the conversation had turned toward him, Archer gulped, "I… I don't mind having a small wedding, Hunter. I want you to be able to see. That would make me happier than anything I would put into our wedding."

Blaine pulled him to his chest, "There will always be more money, Hunter. I'm not going to get fired from my job any time soon. This is my gift to you. I haven't been able to give you gifts for a long time. This is to make up for the past few years."

Hunter wiped the glossy tears from his eyes, smudging them across his face, "A-Are you sure, Blaine? I can get my vision back?"

"I'll see what I can do." Blaine assured him, squeezing his shoulders. "But we have to get going soon if we want to make it in time. The office is in Westerville."

Later that evening, Hunter found himself standing inside of a square room, so small that, with Archer right by his side, they nearly took up a quarter of the space. When he stepped back, his foot bumped into something that rolled to the side, so Archer quickly drew him forward. "Careful, darling. And don't stand so straight. Your head is about to bump the ceiling."

Hunter licked his lips, uncertainly turning his head from side to side. He couldn't remember a time that he'd ever seen a doctor to be checked up on. In fact, the only time he'd been examined by a professional was when he went to the hospital after the car accident, and he'd been so out of his head that he couldn't recall much of what he'd been through. Perhaps Kurt and Blaine had taken him when he was nothing more than a babe, but he couldn't come up with any of those memories. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable as he waited to be looked over, Hunter lowered his head at the hopelessness of the situation. Over the years, he convinced himself that he would never be able to see again. How could one man change his entire future around?

He glanced at his fiancé when he lowered into a chair against the wall, Blaine quietly taking up the other one that was against the window. He read over some of the manuals of what procedures they offered, and a few of the charts that the patients went over to determine their level of vision. Kurt and Keegan waited out in the lobby, since the room was so small, and neither of them would have the right questions to ask the doctor. Hunter felt Archer tug on his sleeve, "Sit down here, my love. Don't be so tense. No one is here to harm you. The doctor merely wants to find out what he can do for your eyes."

Hunter pushed himself against the cushioned table, hearing the paper crinkle as he sat down with a hard thud. It was such an embarrassing noise that, as soon as he was settled, he held perfectly still. It was then that he decided that he would only go back to a doctor's office if it were an emergency. To his relief, Archer's hand slid under his, and he patted his thigh. "It's okay, Hunter. Goodness, I've never seen you nervous about anything."

Squeezing Archer's hand when the handle of the door joggled up and down, Hunter tried to see the form of the doctor slide into the room. He held his breath at the sound of him clearing his throat and rustling through papers. "Mr. Hummel-Anderson?" He asked Blaine, who briefly stood to shake his hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm going to be checking on… Hunter Aoibhe-Beauchene?" Without conferring with Blaine, he turned to the man resting on the table. Hunter recoiled when he felt the doctor's cold, nylon glove on his cheek. "When we spoke on the phone, I was told that you have some degree of blindness. How much can you see, Hunter?"

Hunter didn't know what the man was doing in front of him, but he heard him scrape a chair over the floor. His knees brushed Hunter's shins when he sank into it. "Very little." Hunter shut his eyes when the doctor's fingertip brushed over one of his eyelids.

"You show no response to movement near your eyes." The doctor informed him, "I'm going to hold a flashlight up. Hold your eyes open. You don't need to do anything else." Doing as he was told, Hunter waited for a few seconds in silence, and then he heard a pen click as the doctor scribbled something down. "Your eyes have a delayed reaction to constricting or dilating, but at least they do show some signs of reacting to the light. They also follow sudden movements."

"I can see your silhouette." Hunter let him know, unsure if he needed that information.

The doctor acted as if he hadn't heard Hunter, "How did you lose your vision? There's some damage to your corneas. They're swollen and crusty."

"It was a fire." That was all Hunter was willing to give, and although the doctor seemed to comprehend that there was more to the story, he left it alone.

"I see." He commented, and then stood up. Hunter flicked his eyes upward, watching his outline shuffle across the room. "There's no clouding across your pupil, which is good. That means that the outer layer of the eyeballs weren't damaged." He started speaking to Blaine, while Archer rubbed his hand over Hunter's leg. "There's no guarantee that he'll ever be able to see again. With any lack of vision, there's a very low chance of gaining anything back. The technology is so new, and it's hardly perfected. Because there's been very little straining, however, I can say that, for him, he could get any amount of his vision back with the proper surgery. In fact, one of his eyes seems to be healing. The cornea has receded, and it's less brittle than the other. I could recommend an ophthalmologist to you, but the surgery that would be necessary is in a higher price range—"

"Price isn't a consideration." Blaine said flatly.

Hunter's eyes widened, "Blaine—"

Blaine continued, "Whatever needs to be done, we'll do, and at the earliest date possible. When would it be possible to schedule an appointment?"

The doctor seemed to be put off by that, and he set his clipboard down, "Mr. Hummel-Anderson, I feel that I should remind you that the chances of this surgery succeeding are slim. We could try to give him eye drops that might take some of the swelling down, and it would reduce the cost by hundreds of dollars."

"I don't want the eye drops." Blaine's voice became severe, "I want Hunter to have the surgery. When is the soonest available time for him to be scheduled?"

The doctor considered the younger man in the chair, and then glanced over at Hunter, who had turned toward his fiancé and was accepting the strokes of his hand through his hair. "I'll… have to make a phone call, if you could excuse me." The doctor promptly exited the room, giving Hunter a few seconds to finally release the breath that he'd been holding in his lungs.

He thought that Blaine might try to talk to him, but he remained in silence as Archer whispered soothing words into his ear. When the doctor returned, he handed a pile of paperwork over to Blaine. "I spoke to the ophthalmologist, and the soonest he can get Hunter in is two weeks from now. We have a pill that Hunter must take for the next two weeks… one each morning, preferably with a meal. They'll make his corneas wet, and take away that hard film that's over them now. It'll make the surgery go smoother. The day before the surgery, he shouldn't eat anything. He'll feel nauseous when he wakes up. Have him drink at least two bottles of water." The doctor gave the rattling bottle of pills to Blaine, "After the surgery, we're going to cover his eyes. When a week goes by, you can remove the bandages. Don't let him strain his eyes. Keep him in a dark room until he feels up to being exposed to bright lights. If he does get his vision back, you'll want to have him visit an optician and get fitted for glasses."

The doctor left Blaine's side and returned to Hunter, grasping his hand firmly, "Good luck, Hunter. I want nothing but the best for you."

"Thank you." Hunter said quietly, exhaling deeply as the doctor left once more. He immediately looked in the direction that Blaine was sitting, "Blaine, you don't have to do this. I wasn't expecting this when I told you about my blindness. I don't want to put pressure on you or your family."

Blaine stopped him from continuing, "Hunter, stop doing that. You're not causing this family any distress by trying to restore your vision. Is this going to be a large sum of money that I'm putting into this? Yes… but I have a good paying job. This is what I would do for Archer. You're as much a family member as anyone else is."

The next two weeks passed very slowly for Hunter, who couldn't keep his mind off of the imminent surgery for very long. His family did his best to act as if nothing of importance was happening, and Archer distracted him for hours and hours of the night, but every time Hunter swallowed a pill, he was reminded that his hopes could be flattened in a couple of days. He almost wished that he wasn't even trying. Because of the excess fluid that the pills caused to spill from his eyes, Hunter often found himself wiping them as they watered. It was annoying, and a little degrading, when he had to stand from the dinner table to retreat to the bathroom to clean his eyes, or when he had to lift himself up from Archer's flushed, half-naked body that was scratched up from his stubble. Whatever happened, Hunter just wanted it to be over already, so he could go back to his normal life.

But when he sat down in a car with his family members, and Blaine drove the two-hour distance to Columbus, where the largest corporation for ophthalmologists was held, Hunter gripped the sides of his seat and suddenly wished he had another two weeks before his surgery. Archer held his hand for the entire trip, feeling his hard swallows and his thundering heart as he rested against him. His growling stomach suddenly felt full of nerves, and Hunter couldn't think about keeping down any food that was offered to him, no matter how hungry he was. "Drink some more water." Archer advised every so often, giving him something to do to pass the time.

The car slowed down over a speed bump that was at the entrance of the large parking lot, and Blaine stopped in a parking space near the entrance. He climbed out of his seat and went around to help his husband out, while Archer pulled Hunter's stiff body from the seat. Keegan trailed behind them, hands in his pockets. None of them said anything as they walked through the sliding doors and took the elevator up to the second floor. Within it was a lobby that smelled like nylon. Off to the side, children played at a tiny table, which had been colored with crayons and even chewed on. Squirming babies clung to their parents' necks as they waited for their first exams. Blaine led his family over to the desk, where he entered Hunter's name and was handed more paperwork. "The doctor will be with you soon." The secretary said gently, and then turned to the next family that was in line, greeting them just as impersonally.

Hunter sat down next to his fiancé, who tenderly stroked his nape, "It's okay, Hunter. Don't bite your lip. They're just going to put a mask on you. You'll fall asleep. You won't even know what they're doing. You'll wake up in a few hours, and when you do, I'll be right there."

Hunter hated how uptight and dependent he was being. When he spoke, his voice faltered, "Can't you come back with me?"

Archer laughed lightly, "No, silly man. I won't be allowed back there. I promise you that nothing bad will happen. There are good people back there. And I'll be waiting here the whole time. I won't go anywhere. After your surgery, you can finally eat something. You must be hungry." When the door that led back to the sterile rooms opened, Hunter jolted backward, but Archer hushed him when the nurse called for a little boy with a bruised eye. After a few minutes, the door reopened, and a small woman appeared. She announced Hunter's name from the paper that she was holding. Archer patted his back, "Go with her, dear. It's okay."

Hunter slowly stood up, glimpsing back at his family members one last time before he went in the direction of the woman's voice. He had to remind himself that they would still be there when he woke up. When he reached the woman, she tried to involve him in idle discussion, which he gave very short answers to. He walked down a long hallway, hearing beeping and footsteps on either side of his head.

The woman showed him to another elevator, which a man was waiting in front of. His muffled voice made Hunter guess that he was probably smothered in a mask. The man didn't say much on their ride up to the eighth floor, where the doors slid open and Hunter was pushed over to a chair. He slowly sat down, feeling the back of it sink as they pushed a button on a machine. Hunter shut his eyes as they clamped a mask over his face. He took a few deep breaths of a scented gas, and felt their hands touch his eyelids, and then it all became fuzzy.

The surgery lasted for nearly an hour, time that Archer spent twiddling his thumbs and eyeballing the door. He tried to read a magazine, like his parents were doing, but the words all blurred together as Archer's concern for his fiancé got the best of him. The door opened and closed as nurses took new patients back, and Archer alertly waited for someone to come retrieve him with news about Hunter. At last, the waiting room cleared out of all other people, and Archer flitted his eyes up when a young man pushed the door open, asking for the Hummel-Anderson family. Archer rapidly stood, staring at the man with huge eyes. His daddy folded his magazine and set it aside, following Archer over to the man. "There were no hindrances with the surgery." The man said as he guided the two of them down a white hallway with small rooms branching off of it. "We won't know if it was a success until the bandages are removed from his eyes."

"How is he?" Archer pleaded, stepping onto the elevator and feeling it jiggle under his added weight. He placed his hands on his daddy's elbow as they started to ascend several floors. "Is he uncomfortable? Is he tired?"

"The patient is sleeping." The man told him in a neutral voice. "We've taken him off of the sleeping gas. He should be waking up soon. I'll have one of the nurses retrieve a wheelchair." When the elevator stopped, the doctor told them to wait outside of the surgery room.

Rocking from his heels to his toes, Archer waited patiently as the door swung open once more, and the doctor rolled a flat bed out. On top of it laid Hunter, who had curled onto his side and had his arms wrapped around a thin, dented pillow. A line of drool spilled from his parted lips. Dark, circular bandages were taped over his eyes. Letting out a weepy noise, Archer approached his fiancé and squeezed both of his hands. "Hunter." He nuzzled his nose against Hunter's cheek, hearing him mutter quietly. "No matter what happens, I'll love you all the same. I'm so proud of you for going through with this." He kissed the corner of Hunter's mouth, and tucked his hair behind his ear when it tickled his tanned neck. Leaning back into his daddy, whose arms enveloped him from behind, he whispered, "Daddy, I hope this works. How sad a life it must be to be so handsome and not be able to see himself."

"If this works, I think the only thing he'll want to look at is you, beautiful boy." His daddy kissed the lobe of his ear, reaching down to smooth Hunter's sweaty hair off of his forehead. "Help him off of the bed, sweetheart, and sit him down in the wheelchair. Let's take him home."

The next week saw Hunter resting in his bed, snores rumbling from his mouth for many hours of the day. In the time that he wasn't sleeping, he ate foods that slid easily down his throat. His family might have been a little overly cautious in handling him after his surgery, but Archer wouldn't let any risks be taken when it came to how contented his fiancé was. On the day that the bandages could finally be peeled off, the family gathered in the basement, his pére lowering to the edge of the bed as Blaine approached Hunter. Keegan remained at the end of it, with Archer inches behind him, unable to come any closer to Hunter, for fear of what he might find when he first opened his eyes.

Hunter lolled his head back, feeling Blaine's fingers pinch the edges of the bandages. "Are you okay?" He muttered, and Hunter instantly responded with a nod. He was more than ready for the bandages to come off, even though, like Archer, he was fearful of what he would see when he wasn't covered in darkness. "They're coming off now. Blink your eyes slowly. Don't jerk your head around. You'll be alright."

Kurt reached out for Hunter's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Hunter squinted his eyes shut as the bandages peeled up, leaving sticky residue on his eyebrows. Rubbing a finger over Hunter's eyelids to remove some of the white film that had gathered there, Blaine whispered close to his ear, "Open them, Hunter. Tell us how you feel."

Batting his lashes, Hunter raised them up very carefully. He snapped his head back when colors and shapes swarmed his vision, everything blurry and swimming around at first, and then settling as he kept his head from bobbing. Digging his nails into the blankets, Hunter focused on one area of the room, trying to figure out what color the walls were. When someone made a quiet sound, Hunter turned his head, focusing on a tiny boy, who looked more like a doll than he did a human being. The boy was draped in a pale dress that was tied off with a ribbon at his waist. His perfectly coiffed hair made his round face appear thinner, his chin pointed, and his cheeks rosy. A pair of crystal blue eyes glimmered at Hunter's face. His pinks lips smiled as Hunter kept gazing at him. Hunter instantly knew that he must have been Kurt.

Twisting around, Hunter stopped on another face, much darker and wider than Kurt's. Blaine was a gruff looking man, but with tender, golden eyes, and coffee brown hair. The man behind Blaine was much longer and skinnier, a head of blond curls tumbling over his pale face. His turquoise eyes gawped curiously at Hunter. Even though his hair was the same length as Archer's, he knew that he wasn't his fiancé. "Keegan?" He asked, and the pale haired man nodded. Suddenly, the large, blond man moved aside, letting Hunter see the curly haired boy behind him. Hunter's heart jumped up to his throat, because he knew that this was his fiancé.

Archer hesitantly lifted his blue eyes to Hunter's face, and Hunter released a broken whine as he realized that his fiancé was more beautiful than he'd been able to imagine. Archer's thick, dark hair fell from a widow's peak, covering his small ears and the sides of his face. A pale blush appeared on his white cheeks as Hunter gazed at him. His thin, red lips trembled. In the middle of his face was a small, upturned nose, just below two large, blue eyes, so dark that they nearly appeared purple. Thick lashes hovered over them, beating against his cheeks. Hunter mapped out the constellations of freckles, which darkened near his cheeks, and then became nearly translucent as they crawled down his neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt. Biting his bottom lip, Archer abruptly turned his head to the side, his hair swinging over his face like a curtain.

Hunter reluctantly turned back to Blaine when he cleared his throat, "Well? Can you see anything?"

A small smile curved Hunter's lips, "Very well. Blaine, I can see everything. It's so beautiful. I want to learn what these colors are. I want to know what everything is."

Blaine laughed deeply, bending to kiss Hunter's forehead. Hunter counted the speckles of stubble that were engrained in his jaw, "Soon. You have to rest your eyes. I know that sounds hard, since that's all you've been doing for all of these years. But, one day, you'll know everything about the world."

Kurt tugged on his husband's sleeve, "Let's leave him be. He needs to get all he rest he can."

Hunter tried to resist as they stood and made to leave, wanting them to stay so he could keep staring, but then his eyes returned to his fiancé, who had maneuvered across the room and was rearranging the items on the dresser. As soon as the door shut behind the others, Hunter spoke up, "Turn around."

Archer pushed his hair back, his movements very jerky, "I think it'd be best if I didn't."

Settling higher against the pillows, Hunter cocked his head to one side, "Why?" Archer only shook his head, slumping his shoulders and inhaling deeply. Hunter blinked at the back of his head, "Archer, turn around. This is my first time seeing you."

Archer slowly did as he'd been told, holding his hands out and then slapping them against his thighs. "Like what you got? This is it. This is all I have to offer you."

Hunter frowned, watching Archer toy with the ends of his hair again as he sank onto the bed. Archer had a very full body, with thick thighs and wide shoulders. His head was nearly a perfect circle, his cheeks plump and his forehead a half-moon. "Yes… I do." He said quietly, gazing steadily at his fiancé, who flicked his eyes back up to him. "I think you're beautiful. Your eyes are the color of the ocean, and your lips like an apple. I love your freckles… I want to know where all of them are. Come here."

Archer furrowed his dark brows, "But…"

"Hush… and come here." Hunter slowly sat up, grabbing the front of Archer's shirt and dragging him closer. Easily tearing the fabric in half, he shoved it down his shoulders. His chest rumbled at the sight of his hairless, speckled chest. He lowered his head and traced Archer's pointed nipples with the tip of his tongue. Archer's head fell back as he moaned softly.

"There are boys more beautiful than me." Archer tried to tell him, his voice shaking. Hunter rotated them so that he was on top, and he slowly unzipped Archer's pants. He nodded, pretending to be invested in what Archer was telling him. "I'm rather plain. My pére is much prettier."

"Your pére is breathtaking. Your dad is a lucky man." Hunter agreed, pinching Archer's chin in his fingers. "But there is no one more stunning than you are. Your eyes could be the death of me, Archer. I had no idea what I was missing out on for all of those months." Drawing a half-naked Archer down to his side, Hunter gazed past him, trying to get a look at the full-length mirror across the room. The intricate, gold paint around the edges of it drew out the bronze of Hunter's tan. Hunter stared at his long, muscular body, his hands reaching up to his angled face. His lips were very full, while his nose was a thin line. His almond shaped eyes were the color of chocolate. Brown hair stuck up from the top of his head. "Look at us, Archer. We're a handsome couple… even though you're the better half of me. Damn… no one warned me how absolutely sexy you are. Your ass is so… round and firm." Hunter's hands roamed freely over Archer's butt.

Archer laughed deeply, "You're such a man. You've had your vision for ten minutes, and you're already checking my ass out."

"I want to see what it looks like without pants covering it."

Pressing his butt into the mattress, Archer escaped his fiancé's exploring hands, "No! Hunter, you can't just stare at it. I'm too self-conscious."

"But it's so plump. It's an ass that's begging to be stared at. I wonder if it's covered in freckles." Ignoring Archer's protests, Hunter yanked his jeans down, and he suddenly became still as he was faced with Archer's thin, pale penis, dribbling liquid at the tip. It sprang up, much to Archer's mortification. Hunter's mouth watered. "Damn." He said again, taking a shaky breath. "I'm going to make love to you, Archer. I want to take you from behind. Roll over."

Blushing, Archer flipped onto his stomach, stretching up like a cat. His cheeks spread from the way he raised his butt, and Hunter found himself staring at two white cheeks that were covered in splatters of freckles. Hunter pulled the jeans the rest of the way off of Archer, but didn't bother with removing all of his clothes. He unbuttoned his jeans and fished out his cock, lining it up with Archer's hole. In a swift thrust of his hips, Hunter slid inside of Archer's puckered hole. Archer keened lowly, clawing at the pillows.

Hunter watched his dark penis vanish between Archer's pale globes. He bent his head and licked a stripe of saliva down the line of Archer's spine. He flicked his tongue over the flimsy skin that his cock slid against. When he pounded his tip against the bundle of nerves inside of Archer, Archer wailed into his hands, so that his family didn't hear. Rotating his hips, Hunter flung his head back, consumed by pleasure when Archer suddenly squealed and clamped down on him. He released his seed inside of him, his cock softening and slipping out. He bowed over Archer's slick back, kissing the dots that had been painted across him. "Flip over." Hunter demanded, wanting to see the look of pleasure on Archer's pink face.

Archer exhaustedly flopped onto his back, keeping his legs spread as warm come dribbled out of his anus. Hunter rubbed one of his fingers through the leaking liquid, pushing it back into Archer. Lying down in the cradle of Archer's thighs, Hunter buried his head between them. He snuffled as he was surrounded by Archer's scent and taste, his tongue lapping up the white cream. He sucked on Archer's round sacs, then dragged his tongue up and down the underside of his penis. Archer gurgled throatily, digging his heels into Hunter's ass cheeks. Already hard again, Hunter pushed up one of Archer's legs, and he crawled upward, entering the slickened opening. He leaned down over Archer's head, finding his mouth already opened. Hunter spat the come that he'd been holding on his tongue into Archer's mouth, and then he lowered his mouth over his, using his tongue to prod at Archer's. Archer swallowed thickly, panting when Hunter raised his head again.

Hunter pulled out of Archer, penis bobbing up and down as he rotated them, laying down flat on the bed. He tugged on Archer's hips. "Come here, Archer. It's okay." Raising Archer off of the bed, he dragged him on top of his chest, and then higher, until his butt hovered over his face. He sat Archer down over his mouth, moaning deeply against his hole. Archer quivered at the odd sensation. Sticking his tongue out, Hunter jabbed it into him, filling him completely. As he swirled it around the inside of him, Archer suckled languidly on the tip of his penis, bringing Hunter to a swift orgasm. Archer came seconds after him, and then collapsed over his lap, until Hunter moved him around and draped him over his chest. Kicking his pants off, Hunter used them to dab up the layer of come that was starting to dry on their skin.

He was about to ask Archer if he knew now that Hunter thought he was beautiful, when he heard a deep snore from his fiancé. Looking down at the top of his dark head, Hunter pushed his veil of hair away from his freckled face. He chuckled at Archer, who had drained himself with taking care of Hunter. "Beautiful." He repeated, rubbing his fingers over his swollen, wet lips. "So damned beautiful."