On their second wedding anniversary, Blaine came home with flowers. He'd been out hunting early, and he waltzed in the door with a bouquet tucked behind his back.
"What are you hiding?" Kurt asked, turning around from where he'd been cooking in the giant kettle over the fire.
"Oh, nothing," Blaine said, scuffing his toe against the dirt floor, a smile on his face.
"Uh-huh," Kurt replied. "I don't believe you."
"Fine!" Blaine handed over the bouquet with a flourish. "Here you are, my Prince."
"Blaine, they're beautiful! Thank you!" Kurt sniffed the blossoms appreciatively before coming over to give him a peck on the lips.
"You know what today is, don't you?" Blaine asked. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt.
"Of course I do," Kurt replied, turning to find something to put the flowers in. "Happy anniversary, my love."
"Happy anniversary," Blaine replied, taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs at their table. "I was thinking about that first night in the woods while I was out hunting this morning. Do you remember it?"
"How could I forget?" Kurt finished arranging the flowers in a little cup of water before coming to sit down with Blaine and placing a hand on his knee. "I'm the one who came and pulled you out of your cottage in the middle of the night."
"You grabbed my hand and just drug me away!" Blaine chuckled, his eyes taking on a dreamy, far-off look. "That almost seems like forever ago, doesn't it?"
"It seems like yesterday," Kurt replied, rubbing his knee affectionately.
"Do you wish things were different? That we would have lived in the castle instead of here in the middle of the woods?"
"No. I'm very happy with the way everything turned out. Aren't you?"
Blaine sighed and shrugged. "I'm happy I got to marry you, but I always wanted to give you more. You don't deserve to live out here in the wilderness, away from all of the things you were used to, because of me."
"Hey, now," Kurt said, hooking a finger under his husband's chin and turning his head to make eye contact. "I'm not living out here because of you. I'm living here with you. Because I love you, and this is how we are keeping one another safe."
Blaine nodded. "I love you, you know that?"
"I know."
"Are you completely happy?" Blaine asked, moving a hand to Kurt's on his knee. "Is there anything you wish you had?"
Kurt thought for a moment. "I guess only one thing," he said slowly.
"What is it?"
Kurt sighed deeply, setting his chin before answering. "A baby."
"Like, of our own?" Blaine asked.
"Yes, Blaine," Kurt chuckled. "A baby of our own. I don't want to share it with the other forest creatures."
Blaine laughed. "No fawns or wolflings for you?"
"No. Human babies only, please. Thank you."
Blaine thought for a moment. "You know," he said finally, "I think we could make that work."
"Make what work?"
"A baby."
"Really. How are we going to get one? Neither one of us has the...right...parts...for that." Kurt gestured at their bodies.
"Not sure about that yet. We could steal one."
"Steal a baby? Blaine, that's crazy! Not to mention awful for the baby and its parents!"
"Fine. Fine. We won't steal one. Maybe we could just...find one?"
"Find one..." Kurt said, not sounding very convinced.
"I don't know!" Blaine said finally, exasperated. "But, I want one. I think you would be a good father!"
"I think you would be a good father," Kurt countered, leaning in closer. "I have dreams sometimes about it," he continued, lowering his volume to a whisper. "I imagine you outside, chasing our child around the cottage. The two of you play hide-n-seek or tag. The baby always has your smile, your laugh, and your beautiful eyes." He gave Blaine's nose a boop.
"Really?" Blaine asked, voice husky and full of lust as he gazed into his husband's eyes. "What else do you see?"
"I can just imagine you rocking them at night, putting them to sleep in our bed, or giving them a bath. I can see you telling them wild stories about the war or the animals you saw on your hunting trips. I can imagine you telling them about your brother and your mother and all the fun you used to have when you were a little Prince."
"And?" Blaine wondered, leaning in closer to Kurt so their lips were nearly touching.
"And," Kurt went on, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of Blaine's head, "I can see me kissing you just...like...this..." He planted a soft, slow kiss on Blaine's lips. "And like this," he whispered, giving him another one that was just slightly more firm. "And...like...this..." This time, there was no more talking as the boy's mouths met, tongues sliding together, fighting for dominance as the kiss deepened.
They didn't stay seated for long. Kurt rose, pulling Blaine up to stand with him, his hands pressing insistently at his hips as he pulled up the edges of his husband's shirt, fingers dancing over warm skin.
Blaine's hands moved from Kurt's waist to his back before sliding down into the back of his pants, fingers leaving little trails of fire everywhere they went, making Kurt breathless.
Not long after that, the two of them moved toward the bed they had fashioned in the corner. They collapsed on it, their mouths never parting. It was less crazed now, slowing to a sweeter, more passionate kiss as they caressed one anothers' skin.
"I know it won't work," Kurt whispered after a while, "but do you want to try to make a baby?"
"More than anything," Blaine replied before bringing his lips back to Kurt's. "Happy anniversary."
Many happy years later, after children and old age, Kurt and Blaine settled down to sleep, side by side. They held hands, their foreheads pressed against one another as they drifted off.
Suddenly, in Blaine's dream, he could see a wide, gray expanse. There was a glowing figure standing behind a podium, smiling. The figure held out a hand, beckoning Blaine toward him. So, cautiously, Blaine took a step forward.
He heard Kurt whisper from behind him, "I'm coming, my Prince," and Blaine glanced back at his soulmate. "I'll be there soon," Kurt whispered.
So, Blaine took another step toward the podium, never letting go of Kurt's hand. He felt like it took forever to get there, but when he did, Kurt was right beside him, still holding his hand. They were glowing now, too.
"Where would you like to go?" the figure asked them, pushing a book toward the two boys.
Kurt looked at Blaine and smiled, squeezing his hand. "Are you ready for another adventure?" he whispered.
"As long as I'm with you," Blaine murmured, and they turned their attention back to the book.