Chapter 52
The married couple lay in bed that evening, sharing unspoken feelings with touches and kisses. It had been an extraordinary day in Blaine's life as he and Kurt experienced a new family bond.
Lunch had been delightful as the four adults exchanged stories ranging from childhood mishaps to holiday memories. Most significant was the detail of stories that Laurel Anderson told of her son. Even though they hadn't been home much, it was obvious that the time they spent with Blaine was priceless and memorable.
At one point, Kurt detected a hint of regret in Laurel's tone as she related a story from Blaine's fifth birthday when Blaine had begged and begged for a baby brother. Presented with a new puppy at his birthday party, a young Blaine squealed as the fluffy puppy licked his face.
"This is way better than a brother," he giggled. "Puppies don't cry and they don't want to play with my toys," he declared, burying his nose in the soft golden fur.
Laurel told the story as a reminder of Blaine's long-time pet, Star, and how Blaine would sneak the dog extra treats when he didn't think his parents were watching or how they found Star curled up around Blaine at night when the dog wasn't supposed to sleep in his bed.
"You knew all of that?!" Blaine asked, shaking his head at his naivety, but touched deeply that his parents, whom he thought were so strict, actually chose to let him get away with the special treatment of his dog.
"Yes, Blaine, you will learn that parents know a lot about what their children are doing." She smiled a mother's smile as she closed her eyes. "And we make choices because we love our precious children. We knew we would be away from you, but believed it was best for you to be in a stable environment as you grew up. We didn't want to uproot you from hotel room to hotel room, school to new school. Star was our way of keeping you anchored and safe."
She breathed out slowly and finished. "Plus, there was no way we could have any more children. There were complications when you were born."
"I never knew, Mother." Blaine reached across the table to cover her hand. "It must have been so hard to have me asking for something you couldn't give," his voice breaking with sympathy.
"It's alright, dear. Besides," she said as she grasped his hand tightly, "at five years old, you didn't care about the difference between babies and puppies and Star was really the perfect answer for you."
"Yes, she was," Blaine confirmed and Kurt could hear the love for the long-gone pet.
Two hours flew by as they caught up with each other's lives. Kurt reminded them that they should adjourn to their home because he still had the baking to do, adding that they could continue their conversation there while he and Laurel worked in the kitchen, tempting Blaine and Eric with taste-testing.
A light late-night dinner capped their evening and each couple had retired to their respective bedroom for the night, knowing they had an early morning.
That's where Blaine and Kurt found themselves now, curled up in bed, facing each other.
Kurt reached to brush the soft dark curls from where they had fallen into Blaine's sleepy eyes. Fingertips remaining on his husband's temple, Kurt inched forward to place a gentle kiss on those cherry red lips that invited kisses and more kisses. Kurt thought back to when he found out that Blaine had never been kissed until they shared that intimate moment in the car when Blaine first brought him to this house.
"I love being the first," he sighed, drowning in the gold-flecked hazel eyes.
"What?" Blaine gently questioned, not knowing what Kurt was referring to.
"Your first kiss. Remember? The first time you brought me here?" Kurt waited for Blaine to acknowledge the memory.
"Yes," Blaine whispered. "I remember. That kiss was everything and more than I ever dreamed." He leaned forward to kiss Kurt again, knowing just the amount of pressure to apply to cause Kurt to involuntarily respond. He knew his husband so well.
"It was so worth the wait." He kissed the words onto Kurt's lips. "I can't get enough of you, beautiful." He took a breath, then added, "I love kissing you."
"I had never really experienced what a kiss could truly be until I kissed you," Kurt breathlessly explained, placing a quick kiss to one corner of Blaine's parted mouth, then sliding his tongue along the length of his husband's plump lower lip to where he brought his lips together slowly to place a kiss at the other corner. "I could kiss you forever."
"You better because I'm never letting you go," Blaine punctuated his meaning with a kiss that left Kurt boneless.
They continued trading kisses; their breathing becoming more rapid and uneven as the kisses alternated between soft and sweet and hard and demanding, slowly building a fiery passion.
Blaine broke away from their kissing as he explained with a hot puff of air, "I need you." He gently rolled Kurt from facing him to facing away from him, then pulled him in close, pressing bare skin to bare skin. With one arm threaded underneath and one over the top, Blaine held his husband, surrounding him. Touching from their feet tangled together, knees pressed into bent knees, back to chest, and arms wrapped around his lover, Blaine held Kurt as if he might disappear if Blaine let go. He dotted kisses over the broad expanse of Kurt's shoulders. He nibbled at the sensitive spot just below the designer's ear, drawing the most sensual noise from his husband that went straight to his groin. His hands roamed his husband's tight stomach area, feeling the muscles ripple in response. Fingertips circled nipples, pinching and pulling so they were hard and responsive. Dragging a fingernail across the tip caused Kurt's body to clench as a sinful feeling reached his core and sent him into overdrive. Scratching both nipples at the same time had Kurt convulsing with heated desire. Feeling the hard length against his thigh, Kurt pushed back against the doctor's need, providing friction for his lover. Blaine bucked against him, his cock seeking the warm folds of Kurt's ass. Sliding a hand under a pillow, he located the small bottle of lube. One-handed, he dribbled some of the viscous fluid where Kurt's body creased, then added some to his hand so he could stroke his shaft to coat it. Allowing it to slide between the cheeks of Kurt's firm bottom, he thrust upward, not entering but working to orgasm in this way, tight between the clench of ass cheeks. Kurt responded, understanding what his husband was seeking and grateful for his husband's thoughtfulness, knowing Kurt would have to be on his feet a lot the next day and limping around his family was not an option. This knowing gesture was just one more reason he loved Blaine Hummel-Anderson.
Relishing the feel at his backside, Kurt soon felt Blaine's hand wrap around his own pulsing girth. Blaine timed the strokes to his own thrusting movements. Both men became more frantic as each one reached their climax, huffing and blowing, trying to keep quiet. Kurt reached back to Blaine's ass to pull Blaine even closer, encouraging swifter movements with the push-and-pull of his hand. "Mine," Kurt choked out as his orgasm took over and he arched back while squeezing his husband's round flesh, leaving half moon indentions from his fingernails digging into the soft skin.
Panting into Kurt's ear, Blaine chanted, "I am yours. Yours. Only yours." The whispered assurances were repeated until both men calmed.
Still clinging to each other, neither wanted to move. Blaine grew soft upon the powerful release yet stayed where he was pleasantly lodged. Kurt's nails were embedded in his skin, not letting go of his sweet, sweet lover. Sweaty and sticky, they held tight until they fell asleep murmuring of love.
An hour before dawn, Blaine awakened to a fluff of hair tickling his nose. Grinning, he nuzzled into the chestnut hair and inhaled the new vanilla and lavender shampoo smells. He groaned his approval of the heady scent, then groaned his disapproval at the realization of the dried lube and cum still sticky between them.
"Baby?" his word uttered quietly into the stillness of the dark early morning.
"Hmmmmmm," Kurt lazily responded, knowing it was too early for him to be awake. He curled into himself, pulling his husband with him, holding his own arms over those of his husband's.
"Baby," Blaine tried again. "My arm's asleep and I need to clean us up." He was gently trying to extricate his numb appendage, but Kurt was holding more tightly.
"Nooooooo," Kurt whined sleepily. "Don't go."
"I promise you'll love me for it if you just let me get up and get a warm cloth," Blaine whispered while placing two strategic kisses to Kurt's neck. Kurt had to let go of Blaine's arm to swat at the ticklish motion, and Blaine made use of the opportunity to pull his arm out.
He chuckled at his pouting husband. "Be right back," he promised with one more kiss.
He stood and stretched. Raising his arms over his head, he twisted to each side to work out the kinks from last night's activities. Knowing Kurt as well as he did, he glanced over to see that Kurt had his eyes half open, watching him.
"You're beautiful," Kurt murmured, reaching for his husband. "So beautiful," he breathed out slowly, longing etched in his vocal tones. Curling his fingers, he beckoned for his husband to rejoin him. Blaine placed his right hand in Kurt's and let the designer pull him back toward their bed. Kurt shifted so he could extend both arms to embrace the bronzed nude figure and Blaine bent over to kiss a fluttering eyelid.
"Sleep a little longer, my love," he spoke. "I'll be right back to take care of you."
"Huuurrrry," Kurt slurred as sleep overtook him.
Mouth upturned at the sight of his endearing spouse, Blaine watched Kurt shrug his pillow as he settled into peaceful slumber. Three fingers delicately tracing from Kurt's ear down along his jawline, he hummed, "Mine. All mine."
The next time the couple awakened, it was two hours later and daylight was piercing the curtained window. Just enough light peeked through to confirm the day's dawn. The smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling bacon roused the sleeping men.
"I love your mother," Kurt muttered into his pillow, his eyes refusing to open. "She can stay here anytime if I can wake up to this."
Kurt felt Blaine chuckle against his back. "That's probably my father." Blaine responded. "I remember he liked to cook breakfast when I was little." He paused.
Kurt turned his head slightly to show Blaine he was listening. He waited while Blaine tightened his hold around Kurt's waist. Blaine resumed, speaking into Kurt's ear.
"He made bacon and lemon blueberry pancakes and sometimes, he even made skinny-man toast." Blaine's voice trailed off as he envisioned lost childhood memories.
"Skinny-man toast?" Kurt wondered.
"It's really cinnamon toast. You know, cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on top of buttered toast.. Then he would cut the slice of bread in four rectangles. Like skinny pieces of bread. Skinny-man, cinnamon toast."
"Blaine, that's so cute. Your dad did that for you?"
"Ummm, yeah," Blaine answered, his reaction sounding a bit in awe at the recollection. "Yes, he did."
Kurt turned to lay on his back so he could look into the dark eyes of his handsome husband. "That's wonderful, Blaine," he mused. "But right now, I need my 'good morning' kiss, then I think we should go join your parents."
"I will happily kiss you because every morning with you is a good morning, my love," he said while hovering over his sleep-flushed husband. Leaning in for one kiss filled with love and longing, he finished his thought. "And I never want to spend a morning without you."
"For the rest of our lives," Kurt concurred.
"For ever and always," Blaine pronounced.
XXX
"Good morning, son!" Blaine's father greeted his son who made a beeline for the coffee pot.
"Morning, Father," Blaine mumbled. "I'm just going to get Kurt some coffee, then I'll be right back."
"Oh, that's fine. Tell him I have bacon and scrambled eggs out here when he's ready."
"Oooooh, he'll be here soon enough. We already smelled the bacon. It smells delicious, Father." Blaine grabbed a piece of crisp bacon and crunched a bite. "Is Mother up?" he asked.
"Yes, she'll be in here soon. I took her some coffee, so I would expect that she is catching up on the news on her iPad while lounging in bed." Eric's eyes twinkled as he spoke of his wife. "It's good to be a little lazy over the holidays," he added. "And she deserves it. Much like Kurt, I assume."
"Uh-huh," Blaine agreed. "I would wait on Kurt every day if I could and if he would let me, but Kurt is an independent man with a strong will." He smiled as he thought of the times when his husband stubbornly refused to be catered to, yet he also knew that Kurt secretly loved being pampered and spoiled. "He likes to do things for himself, if only to prove his equality, but flowers and Tiffany's get him every time."
"That sounds just like your mother," Eric offered. "Her favorite color is Tiffany blue."
"Don't I know that shade of blue!" Blaine exclaimed, agreeing with his father that there was nothing they wouldn't do for their spouses.
The father and son spent the next few minutes sharing stories and some laughs over the common themes of their marriages, and they ultimately acknowledging the deep love and commitment to their partners.
Kurt entered the kitchen area, looking at his coffee cup in Blaine's hand. Blaine, seeing that it was still empty, turned to pour a fresh cup for his mate. Accepting the steamy brew and taking a sip, Kurt peered over the edge of the cup to survey the breakfast spread that Eric had arranged on the counter. With a slight pout, he wondered aloud, "Where's the skinny-man toast?"
"What, Kurt?" Eric asked, not sure he heard correctly.
Blaine grinned. "Skinny-man toast, Father. I told him about it this morning."
Kurt explained. "I was looking forward to it. Blaine told me all about your making it for him when he was little. No wonder he loves cinnamon in his coffee and smells of cinnamon and sandalwood," Kurt finished.
"You remember that?" Eric looked at Blaine with watery eyes.
"Of course, Father," Blaine smiled and watched his father.
Laurel was the next to join the group and looked between her son and her husband. She noticed the glistening blue eyes and was concerned.
"What's going on here? Why are your eyes watering, Eric? Something in them?" she inquired.
"Your son's husband just asked me for skinny-man toast!" he declared as he hugged his wife. He waited for recognition to dawn on her.
"Blaine remembered?" She asked and answered her own question. "Blaine remembered!"
"So, when do I get my toast," Kurt whined in fun and they all laughed, loving the moment they were sharing together as a family.
Kurt was happily munching on the toast that Eric had just placed in front of him. With his mouth still full, he declared, "I can't wait to tell Finn about this. He'll eat a whole army of these skinny men!"
"Oh, Kurt," Laurel laughed. "I can't wait to meet this gentle giant."
"Then let's get ready to go!" Blaine suggested.
Kurt heard the faint strains of "Over the river and through the woods," as his husband dashed off to the shower. "To grandmother's house we go…."
Eric and Laurel doubled over in laughter as Kurt raced to follow Blaine, yelling "Don't you dare insinuate that Carole is a grandmother. She'll get you for that! Besides, it's supposed to be a surprise!"
And Eric and Laurel stopped laughing to look at each other, then in the direction of their retreating son and son-in-law. A look of wonder crossed their faces simultaneously as they understood the meaning of Kurt's comment.
Eric hugged his wife and whispered into her thick black hair, "I think we're going to be grandparents soon, Laurel."
