-6 Months Later-
"You guys ready?" Sam, the band's new manager asked. "This is the biggest of the three sneak peek shows. The whole place is packed, and they over-sold out the venue." He smiled wide at them. "I'm pretty great at my job, aren't I?"
All the boys gave each other knowing looks. Sam liked to brag, and he was the first manager the band had had that actually had the right to brag. He was good at his job. He booked shows for the guys, negotiated good pay, and kept everyone's preferences in mind. He aimed to please, and he was fiercely protective of his band. Cooper had done a good job in hiring him.
"Yeah. Yeah," Blaine said, clapping him on the shoulder in the traditional "bro" move. "You're pretty good." He and Sam had taken an instant liking to one another and were pretty good friends. Nothing that made Kurt jealous, of course. He and Blaine had so much more than friendship, and it was nice to see Blaine having a good time with someone who loved him like a brother.
As Blaine and Sam shared quips with one another, Kurt felt a quick tap on his shoulder. When he turned, Nick and Jeff were both standing there, gigantic smiles on their faces. "Are you ready?" they asked excitedly.
Kurt nodded. "As ready as I can be." He reached into his pocket for just a second, checking.
"And you got Coop and Bella, right?"
"Yeah. They'll both be here, soulmates in tow."
Jeff clapped excitedly. "Oh, he's simply going to die. You know that, right, Kurt?"
With a grin, Kurt replied, "Yeah. I do. The question is whether he'll die from excitement or embarrassment."
About halfway through their set, Nick, Jeff, Sebastian, and Elliot left the stage to give Kurt and Blaine time for a slightly more intimate set. That was something they'd started doing during the second leg of their tour. The fans absolutely ate it up, and neither of the other couples minded giving up the spotlight for a bit. They didn't love to sing as much as Kurt and Blaine, they'd assured them. And they loved listening, too, if they were honest. There was just something about the way Kurt and Blaine's voices mixed together as they sang that was magical and perfect, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
Once the stage was cleared of the band and the lights had been turned down, the boys took seats on stools in front of their microphones. They looked at each other for a moment. The ambiance of this always gave them both feelings, strong feelings, the kind that made them kiss on stage and have to find a private room backstage for a quick and dirty moment together. It gave them the kinds of feelings that made Kurt sure that what he was about to do was the most perfect thing he could ever do, something that would change the course of his life forever. He rubbed at his wrist gently.
Blaine gave Kurt his signature smile before turning to the crowd. "How are you doing, Columbus?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.
The crowd cheered wildly.
"I don't think we caught that," Kurt replied. "How are you doing, Columbus?"
This time the crowd cheered louder, and their sound was in direct contrast to the lighting and atmosphere of the place, the roar deep and thunderous, reverberating through each of the boys' chests. Kurt and Blaine had created a setting in which to get intimate and romantic, and they knew the only way the crowd would let them do that was to rile them up first. They'd done this enough times by now.
"Much better," Blaine drawled. "What do you say we start things off slow with a new, acoustic version of Teenage Dream?"
There was more loud applause, some whistles, and one loud, "I love you," thrown out.
Kurt turned a glare toward the crowd, reaching for Blaine's hand and squeezing it tightly as he growled, "Mine," into the microphone. Based on the crowd's giggles and whistles of appreciation, they clearly thought Kurt was kidding. He wasn't. There was a deep need raging inside him that wanted to protect Blaine from those whistlers and jeerers. Blaine was his soulmate. They'd had many long talks about Kurt's need to let everyone know who Blaine's heart and soul belonged to, and it had led to some very delicious sex in which Blaine's body also belonged to Kurt, a man who was quickly growing more and more skilled at blowing his soulmate's mind and leaving him sated and breathless.
That was beside the point, however. They'd agreed that as long as Kurt could keep the crowd from getting pissed off at him, he could claim Blaine 10 ways to Sunday on that stage. And Kurt had decided to do just that.
The acoustic version of Teenage Dream was popular with the crowd, and both Kurt and Blaine enjoyed it. They still preferred Blaine's piano ballad method, but the acoustic version would do in a pinch when they wanted to sit next to one another during the song.
Then, they launched into their duet version of All of Me. According to Sam, it was that song that sold the record. They'd put All of Me out as a single first, complete with a music video that was raw and emotional: Kurt and Blaine dancing and singing to each other in an empty, lowlit dance studio. Fans had eaten it up, especially after the release of the article about Kurt and who he and Blaine were to one another. There had been no negative backlash at all, but there was one rather surprising result that came out of the article. Fans had started polls on social media asking other's opinions on their idea, and the vote was almost unanimous: "We want to see a triple Warbler Attack wedding." No one was sure they wanted to be that vulnerable on stage, but they hadn't completely thrown out the idea. According to Sam, there were many ways to go about giving the fans what they wanted without compromising the intimacy of a wedding.
After All of Me, Blaine did a solo version of Rise while Kurt sat to the side, watching him intently. He still got the same feelings he'd had at Legends Festival and each time he watched Blaine sing on YouTube. It was magical, alluring, and so, so perfect. He still felt the longing in his soul to get to know the other man better; now, that longing was just deeper, more personal. He wanted to know him in all the ways an audience never could. He wanted to know every inch of his body and the places that made him squirm and moan and beg for release. He wanted to memorize what he smelled like in the throes of passion, how he smiled in his sleep after an intimate evening, how his curls looked when he awoke. He wanted to be the keeper of all of Blaine's secrets, his fears, and his desires, and he wanted to be the person who helped make all Blaine's dreams come true. His man deserved the world.
If Kurt was being honest, he knew most of that stuff about Blaine already, but when he listened to the other man sing, he felt as though there were so many layers yet to unpack, places of Blaine's body, his mind, and his soul left to be explored and understood. He didn't have words for his feelings or the things he knew strongly he still had to uncover. They were there nonetheless. I wonder if that feeling has something to do with being infinite soulmates, he wondered to himself as he listened to Blaine sing the final notes of Rise.
Once the song was over, Blaine turned and beckoned for Kurt to come back. The plan had been for them to sing another duet, a teaser of an unreleased song from All of Me, but Sam had given Kurt permission to do something else instead. "For this next song," Blaine began, looking at Kurt again, "we're going to play a ne—"
"Actually, Blaine. There's been a quick change of plans," Kurt interrupted, grinning like a fool even as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. "I'm going to sing a new song I wrote, and I want you to sit there and listen because this song is…" He trailed off, taking a huge deep breath. His pocket felt like it was on fire. "It means a lot to me, the words especially. So, just listen, please."
The crowd, unsure of what was going on exactly, whistled and cheered softly as Kurt waited for the music he and the rest of the band had prerecorded.
"I call this song 'Til Forever Falls Apart."
"Out on our own
Dreaming in a world that we both know
Is out of our control
But if shit hits the fan we're not alone
'Cause you've got me and you know
That I've got you and I know
If the tide takes California
I'm so glad I got to hold ya
And if the sky falls from heaven above
Oh, I know I had the best time falling in love
We've been living on a fault line
And for a while, you were all mine
I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart
I swear that I'll be yours forever
'Til forever falls apart
'Til forever falls apart
[...]
If the tide takes California
I'm so glad I got to hold ya
And if the sky falls from heaven above
Oh, I know I had the best time falling in love
We've been living on a fault line
And for a while, you were all mine
I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart
I swear that I'll be yours forever
'Til forever falls apart"
As the song faded away, Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled something out, grabbing the microphone from its stand before falling to his knee in front of Blaine's stool and taking his hand. "Blaine Anderson, it wasn't that long ago that I was just a random college kid, daydreaming about a famous singer from the comfort of my dorm room. That night at Marie's, you made my heart stop just by looking at me, and from there, the rest is history."
The crowd chuckled at his rhyme, but Kurt ignored them, continuing to talk.
"We've found out a lot about ourselves since that night at Marie's, most importantly that we were handpicked by Fate to be in love. All that time, our hands were meant to hold each other, fearlessly and forever. I've never really felt like you were a stranger to me, Blaine. I always felt like I've been getting to know you, remembering you from something. And the funny thing is, I don't think forever will ever fall apart, Blaine. I think we will find one another in every lifetime, falling in love all over again, over and over for all eternity."
There was a collective "Awww" from the crowd.
"I'm so lucky to have found you in this lifetime, and all I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you. So, Blaine Anderson, my soulmate, lover, and best friend, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
At that, the gathered crowd began to cheer and whistle loudly, so loudly that Kurt couldn't hear anything coming out of Blaine's mouth.
He turned toward the audience and put a finger to his lips. "Shhh," he said into the mic. "Let him talk."
Everyone hushed up again, watching intently.
When Kurt turned back to his man, there were tears in Blaine's eyes, a few of them spilling softly down his cheeks. "Kurt," Blaine whispered into his mic, "I barely know what to say. I—" He stopped, swiping the back of his hand along his cheeks. "Of course, I'll marry you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life." He cleared his throat, turning into the microphone so his voice rang out loud and clear for everyone to hear. "Yes. My answer is yes."
There was no comparing the thunder of the crowd to anything now. It was so loud Kurt wanted to cover his ears. There were whistles coming at them from all directions, and before he could even manage to get the ring out of the box and onto Blaine's finger, they were surrounded by the rest of the bandmates, wrapping them up in one of the tightest hugs.
"I'm so happy for you guys!" Nick shouted to them, smiling wide. "This is the best news ever!"
"I've already convinced Elliot to stay away from the hotel tonight," Seb said. "Nobody wants to hear fiancés having sex!" He made a face of disgust; all the boys knew he was secretly delighted for them, though.
Jeff gave them each a quick smooch on the cheek, and Elliot had no words, just a few tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes.
"We better finish up," Blaine hollered after a minute, fighting to be heard over the crowd. "You guys ready for the next song?"
There were nods all around the group.
"Places then."
As the other four boys stepped away, Kurt made his move, slipping the ring from the box onto Blaine's finger, leaning forward to whisper into his ear, "We'll look at it together later. I want to show you something on it. For now, though, I want everyone in this room to know you're mine." As he stepped back to his microphone, he reached into his pocket again, slipping something onto his own finger. He had a lot to show Blaine later.
Once the show was totally over, after an encore where the crowd tried to demand a kiss from the newly engaged couple, all six of them met backstage, the excitement palpable as they all embraced once again.
Sam came up this time, slapping both Kurt and Blaine on the back. "He got you, didn't he?" Sam asked, winking at Kurt and giving Blaine his biggest smile.
"You knew about this?" Blaine asked. "You—How many of you knew?"
Everyone in the circle raised their hands.
"Everyone?" Turning to Kurt, Blaine asked incredulously, "How did you get everyone to keep a secret? Anytime I ask for something to be kept hush-hush, the whole band knows within two hours!"
"I think they all just love you," Kurt replied, looking around the group. "No one wanted you to know ahead of time because they knew how important this moment was for us." Reaching over, he grabbed Blaine's hand, lining up their wrists with their soulmarks side by side. "I mean, it was pretty special." He didn't say anything about their status as infinites, but the thought stirred in the back of his mind. What part of their connection would that infinite title affect, and how would they know?
As Kurt was pondering this, Nick and Jeff followed by Elliot and Sebastian put their wrists out, too, lining up their soulmarks, making a small triangle between the three couples. Looking down, Kurt gasped. It was beautiful.
Nick and Jeff's soulmarks were California, an outline of the Golden Gate Bridge etched into their skin, small dark hearts beside each one. Kurt had asked how that was possible considering they all went to the same college in the middle of Ohio, and they'd explained that they'd actually met on a Future Business Leaders of America trip in California shortly before they started college in Ohio. They were local Ohio boys, but their paths had miraculously never crossed until California, almost like Kurt and Blaine's.
Elliot and Sebastian's marks were Ohio, Westerville to be exact, the shadow of the Westerville town hall on their wrists with yet another matching set of dark hearts pressed beside them. Elliot and Sebastian had known one another since preschool, Blaine nearly as long, and had kissed in the small Westerville strip mall two days after Elliot's sixteenth birthday. The rest had been history. Unbeknownst to the rest of the band, the two of them had been engaged for a few months, Sebastian having popped the question during their album break. They were waiting for a quiet moment to tell everyone, and they were content to wait until the excitement over Kurt and Blaine's engagement had peaked.
Sam happened to glance down moments before everyone pulled their wrists back and his eyes grew wide, his mouth hanging open. He looked around the group then back at the wrists before shutting his mouth and clearing his throat. "You guys need to write an album of love songs. And that," he gestured to their wrists, "needs to be the cover photo. It's gorgeous."
There were murmurs of agreement around the circle before it broke up, all of them heading their own directions to clean up their stuff and head off on their separate ways for the night.
As Kurt made to walk away, Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt's wrist, pulling him toward him so he could growl low in his ear, "I'm going to absolutely ravish you later…"
In response, Kurt shivered.
Kurt and Blaine were snuggled up together on the couch in Blaine's LA home a few months later when their phones started to vibrate with incoming video chat requests.
Kurt looked up at Blaine with confusion. "Jeff's calling."
Blaine answered, wriggling his phone in Kurt's direction. "Nick."
With a shrug, they both swiped to answer, saying in unison, "Hello?"
"Why are you both calling us at the same time?" Kurt questioned, already suspicious. Elliot and Seb had let on about a month ago that the two of them were engaged, so it was logical that Niff wouldn't be too far behind.
"We have some news," Jeff babbled, looking excitedly off-screen in what Kurt assumed was likely Nick's direction. "And since we wanted both of you to know, we figured we could just tell you at the same time!"
"We… Are…" Nick said slowly, really trying to hype up the drama.
"We got engaged!" Jeff shouted, unable to hold back. "Look!"
At the same time, he and Nick wriggled their ring fingers at the camera, showing off their sparkling, shiny new rings. They were identical and so perfectly screamed Niff to the two boys watching them.
"Man, that's great!" Blaine smiled, thrilled for his friends. This had been a long time coming for them, and he wasn't sure why they'd waited so long. Still, he was over the moon for them.
"Congrats," Kurt told them. "I'm so excited for the two of you! Do you have a date picked out?"
Both of them shook their heads. "No. Not yet. We have some time."
The four of them chatted for a few minutes, complaining about how difficult it was to plan a wedding around album writing sessions, tours, and other appearances. Then, Blaine asked, "You tell anyone else yet?"
"Yeah. We called Sam first after our families," Jeff answered. "We figured he'd have to handle all the press and such."
"Good plan," Kurt agreed.
"So, I guess we should call Seb and Elliot now. We'll let you guys go," Nick said, flashing them a smile. "Can't wait to hear Seb's snark about us being copycats."
"Oh, ignore him. He just likes to pretend he's an ass," Kurt replied. "He will actually be thrilled for you."
"We know. Thanks."
They all said their goodbyes and hung up, smiles on everyone's faces.
"Who would have thought that all six of us would be engaged at once?" Blaine asked, settling back into the crook of Kurt's arm where he'd been before the video chats.
Kurt didn't even get a chance to reply because Blaine's phone began to sound again, this time with a video chat request from Sam.
"Hey, Sam," Blaine greeted after he swiped to answer the call. "What do yo—"
"You have to say yes. You two have to agree. If you don't, it won't work. The other guys will never do it if you two aren't on board. You have to. This would be so good for the band. Like, so good. Say yes. Please. Say yes."
"Sam, slow down! We can't understand you," Kurt tried. It didn't matter; Sam was undeterred with his hurried, garbled speech.
"I can see it so clearly in my head. The six of you. Sold out shows. Guaranteed. The album is perfect for it. Say yes. You have to agree. Gotta get you guys on board so that I can call—"
"Sam!" Blaine yelled finally, irritated with their manager. "Take a damn breath, man, and explain what the hell you want before I hang up. You're interrupting my Saturday."
"A three-way."
Blaine looked confused for a moment, then completely unamused. "Excuse me? I'm hanging up."
"No. Wait! I mean, like, a three-way wedding. You guys, Sebelliot, and Niff. It's perfect."
Kurt was about to ask something when Blaine cut in with, "Are you saying all six of us should get married? What would that make us? A throuple squared?"
"Blaine," Kurt said gently, "I think he means we'd all get married on the same day at the same place. You and I would just marry each other, not the other four guys."
Sam pointed excitedly off-screen to the direction he thought Kurt was sitting. "That. That!"
"Um, a joint wedding doesn't really sound like…" Blaine started, turning to look at his fiancé. "I mean, Kurt and I are…"
"I know. I know. But the band needs this! It could be huge. It could be our breakthrough to that next level of popularity that I know all of you want to see. You know, we finally settled with that bastard, Eli. And the last thing he said, after he agreed to that lump sum settlement, was, 'Don't worry about me. Or maybe you should. I'm starting my own group, and we're going to be bigger and better than Warbler Attack will ever be.' We can't let that guy win!"
"Did he really say that?" Blaine asked. "I can't freaking stand that ba—"
"Blaine. Blaine, hey. Don't. It's not worth getting so angry," Kurt said gently, rubbing his fiancé's arm soothingly. "Um, Sam?" Kurt popped his head into the camera view. "Can you give us some time to talk about this? It's kind of a huge decision."
"Uh, sure. But only, like, 10 minutes. Like, exactly. I need to call the other guys and convince them."
"Yeah. Whatever. Ten minutes," Blaine said, swiping to end the call without saying goodbye. "You're not actually considering this, are you?" he asked Kurt, turning to face him.
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. My gut reaction is telling me no, but my rational side is telling me there might be something to consider here."
"Kurt… So much of our lives is already broadcast. I don't want to lose those private, intimate moments with you. It's our wedding…"
"I don't want that either. Our wedding is something for just us, an expression of our love. I agree. I'm still trying to figure out what that means, how we work around it. And what about the date you and I have already picked, all the planning we've done? I don't want that to go to waste, either."
"I think we have to tell him 'no,'" Blaine said, turning hopeful eyes to Kurt. "I just want to have a private day with our moms and my brother. Nick and Jeff and Seb and Elliot. Maybe Sam. No one else. I don't want the world to see me crying when you walk down the aisle because you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
Kurt grinned. "What makes you think I'm the one walking down the aisle? What if I want you to do it so that I can tear up at how handsome you are in your suit. My handsome, bushy-haired, almost-husband."
Blaine blushed. "I will be wearing hair gel. Thank you."
"As long as it's not a helmet," Kurt conceded. It was silent for a few minutes, then Kurt sat up straight, his eyes going wide. "I figured it out…" he said softly.
"Figured it out? Figured what out?"
"How we can do it without compromising everything we've done and our privacy."
"And?" Blaine reached for his fiancé's hand, holding onto it tightly.
"We fake it," Kurt said. "We fake our on-stage weddings. We can be already married, and just do something for the fans. It can kick off our new album. Maybe somewhere like… Oh! Like Vegas! We can get married by an Elvis impersonator, and we'll already be husbands, so it won't be official. It would just be for fun!"
Blaine didn't answer right away, thinking it over. "I mean, could it work? Could we trick them into thinking it was real? Do you think Sam would go for it? I really can't agree to giving up our privacy on this, Kurt. It's too important to me. You're too important to me, and I can't stomach the thought of sharing you with the whole world on the day we officially become each other's."
Kurt shook his head, holding out his wrist and tugging Blaine's to line up beside it. "We officially became each other's the day those hearts showed up on our wrists. If I remember correctly, we were on a tour bus, and there was an angry ass glaring daggers at us. That didn't stop us from having one of the most epic, heart-tingling kisses ever, and Sam's crazy idea for an on-stage wedding isn't going to stop us from sharing one of the best days of our lives privately."
"I love you," Blaine whispered, leaning up to press his lips against Kurt's. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Kurt whispered, bringing both of his hands up to cup Blaine's face, drawing their kiss out even longer. At first, everything was soft and gentle, their lips moving lightly against each other. The longer they kissed, though, the more heated it became: lips parting, breath growing heated, and tongues beginning to explore.
It was then that Blaine's phone began to sound again, indicating that Sam was calling them back.
The boys broke off their kiss with a groan. "If he doesn't agree to your plan, it's a no, right?" Blaine asked, double-checking before he swiped to answer.
Kurt nodded firmly. "Right. It's either a fake ceremony or no ceremony."
With that, Blaine answered it, and Sam immediately began talking. "Did you guys make a decision? I really think it would be the best thing for us if you agree. We can sell so many tickets. Like so many. And that album you're working on is a live album. It would be totally worth it. You have to say yes. Please say yes. I'm begging you. I—"
"Sam! Please shut the hell up," Kurt shouted, finally getting their manager's attention. "We'll do it. Under one condition."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "What's that?"
"The on-stage ceremony has to be fake. We want a private ceremony with friends and family only."
"Won't they know? Won't it be obvious?"
"They'll believe what we want them to believe," Kurt reassured him confidently.
"What if they don't?"
"Take it or leave it, Sam. That's the only way you're going to get Kurt and me to agree."
"Fine. Fine. I'll hire a wedding planner to really help us knock it out of the park then," Sam said. The boys could already see the gears in his head turning. "Well, I gotta go convince the others. Which should be a lot easier with you two on board. Thank you." He beamed at them.
"Uh-huh. Bye, Sam," Blaine said dryly, ending the call, only to be called right back. He swiped it to answer again. "What?!"
"I gotta apologize," Sam said. "I realize that I probably sound like I just want to make money, and I can't lie and say that I don't think this is going to be great for marketing. However… You guys are real people. I like to think of you as my friends, you know. You have a right to your privacy, and I just have to double-check that you're not saying yes because you feel like I'm pressuring you. If you want a private wedding only, that's what you should get."
Blaine looked at Kurt before answering. "We do want our privacy; that was part of the reason for demanding that our on-stage ceremony be fake. We talked it out, though, and we're okay with this. As long as it's done right and respectfully."
Sam beamed. "Great. I'll leave you guys alone now. Thanks." Then, he hung up.
Sighing, Blaine flopped back on the couch, looking at Kurt with tired eyes. "That guy is a great manager, and usually, we get along swimmingly. For some reason, right now, he's annoying the shit out of me."
"It's the speed-talking. Gets me every time, too."
"You're probably right," Blaine agreed, flopping back against the couch. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"
Kurt shrugged. "I'm not sure. But I know where we could be."
"Where?"
"I don't know about you," Kurt answered, leaning in close and whispering with hot breath into Blaine's ear, "but all this talk about weddings is reminding me that I'm engaged to the Blaine Anderson."
"Mmm… You are. What would you like to do about that?"
Kurt just grinned before hopping off the couch and racing down the hallway. He called back over his shoulder, "Last one to the bedroom has to watch the other strip without touching!"
"Damnit! No fair!" Blaine called back, jumping up and racing after him. Look at how much my fiancé has grown, initiating sex. I love it.
On October 10th, just two weeks before the big public wedding day, Kurt and Blaine gathered in the Anderson's backyard with their closest family and friends to get married.
Of the three couples, they were the last to tie the knot, which they found fitting. They hadn't intended to be last; it had just worked out that way.
Kurt was all smiles as he stood in the dining room, looking out the window at Blaine, taking his place under the little arch they'd erected beneath a few shade trees. It had been risky to plan the ceremony outdoors, Kurt wanted it that way, though. He wanted the fall leaves in the backdrop of their photos.
"You nervous?" Elizabeth asked, placing a gentle hand on her son's shoulder.
"No. I feel more secure in this than any decision I've ever made in my life, Mom," he said quietly, turning to face her. "We're soulmates. Even if I didn't have this mark on my wrist to prove it, I can feel it in my soul. We're meant to be, and there's nothing I'd rather do to represent my commitment and my love for him than marry him. Everything today feels perfect." He glanced back out the window, an instant smile forming on his face when he saw Blaine.
Elizabeth sniffled. "Your dad would be so proud of you, sweetie," she whispered, pulling him into a hug. "I wish he could be here today."
"I think he is," Kurt answered, squeezing her tightly. "Something tells me he wouldn't miss this for the world."
"Ready?" Elliot asked, sticking his head in the back door. "We're all set to play the music."
Kurt nodded. "Ready." He glanced at his mother once more as Elliot went back out the door. "How do I look?" he asked softly.
Elizabeth let out a watery laugh at that, reaching to needlessly straighten his bow tie. "As handsome as ever, and exactly like your father."
A wide smile on his face, Kurt offered his arm to his mother before turning to push open the patio door. He knew, technically, his mother should escort him, but he felt more confident in her ability to not faint from happiness if she had him to lean on.
They walked down the aisle to an instrumental version of Can't Help Falling in Love. Almost as soon as he began putting one foot in front of the other, his gaze stuck on Blaine, tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't stop smiling either, so happy and overwhelmed at the same time that this was his life.
Elizabeth and Kurt stopped a few feet from Blaine and their officiant, Noah Puckerman from Marie's Crisis. Over the years, Kurt and Blaine had become close with him, and Kurt always teased him about being their matchmaker. When it came time to plan that part of their wedding, it had felt right to ask Noah, and he'd agreed wholeheartedly.
Noah nodded at Blaine, and he stepped forward and took Elizabeth's hand, guiding her to sit beside his own mother and Kai, who were already seated. He pressed a kiss to Elizabeth's cheek before smiling at Kai, his mother, and her soulmate. Then, he returned to Kurt's side, taking his hand, and the two of them stepped a bit closer to Noah.
"Welcome," Noah greeted everyone. "On behalf of Kurt and Blaine, I want to thank you for coming to share this special and most important day with them. They've asked me to keep it "short, yet beautiful"—Kurt's words—and I intend to do just that."
The small crowd of people chuckled.
"So, we're going to jump right in." He cleared his throat. "Today is a special day because today is full of promises. Kurt and Blaine are going to vow to one another their love and loyalty, confessing their soulmate connection before all of you gathered today. They've both prepared some vows they'd like to read to one another." He nodded at Blaine once more, indicating that he should start.
Blaine pulled a small notebook from his pocket, and Kurt immediately recognized it as one he'd purchased for him a few years before for an anniversary gift. It was meant for lyric writing, but the cover had been blank. So, Kurt had added stickers so that it read, "For important words only."
With trembling fingers, Blaine opened the notebook to the correct page and glanced at what he'd written there for only a moment. Then, he looked up, taking one of Kurt's hands in his as he gazed into his eyes.
"Kurt Hummel, for all my life, I've yearned to write the perfect song. I've struggled to find the perfect balance between music and lyrics, between bass and guitar. And nothing seemed to hit that standard of perfection until the day you walked into my life. It was at that moment in that bathroom mirror in Marie's Crisis that my heart wrote a song that was and still is perfect. All it took was seeing you. And I know that, sometimes, our instruments will get out of tune. Sometimes, we will struggle to play in perfect harmony. At the end of the day, though, we will still be singing our perfect melody. You are a permanent song in my heart, Kurt, and today, I commit my heart and soul, my love, and all that I am and will be to you. I love you."
Tears streamed down Kurt's face as Blaine closed his notebook once again and tucked it back into his suit jacket pocket. Then, Kurt took both of Blaine's hands in his, squeezing them firmly for just a moment before reaching into his pocket for his own vows sheet.
"Blaine Anderson…" He sniffled, taking a moment. "I have never loved another. You were my first and only everything, and I want you to be my last everything as well. All this time that I've spent with you has been magical, and I can't imagine what the next hundred years of our lives will look like together, all the things we will accomplish together. Each and every time that we step onto that stage, I am so proud to be with you. You make my heart sing and my soul feel like it's dancing. We fit together like the best puzzle pieces and…" He paused, chuckling to himself, "we sing a perfect harmony that is only for our ears. I love you more than anything or anyone else in my life. Today, I pledge to you all my love and devotion, my protection and care. I love you more than anything. I am yours and you are mine."
As Kurt folded his paper again, Noah began to speak. "The couple, having exchanged vows, would now like to recite the ancient vow of soulmates." He took a step back, gesturing to the grooms.
Slowly, Kurt and Blaine turned toward the small gathering of people, lining up their soulmarks before raising them into the air. "Today, we come before you to unite as one," they recited together. "The marks on our wrists symbolize the love we share and the love to come. Set on our skin by the works of Fate, these hearts provide proof that he's my soulmate. From now 'til the moment our hearts cease to beat, our circle of love is eternally complete." Pressing their soulmarks together, they kissed quickly on the lips before turning back to face Noah.
"Just one thing left," Blaine breathed, squeezing Kurt's hand in his.
Kurt nodded, letting out a shaky breath.
"Now, at the groom's request, I'd like to read part of a letter that holds a lot of meaning for them," Noah said. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a familiar piece of paper. "This is to serve as a reminder to them as they move forward as husband and husband," Noah went on before clearing his throat and beginning to read.
"Blaine... When you grow older, whether or not I'm there to see it, when you find Kurt, hold on to him tightly. Love him as he is meant to be loved. The two of you are something special, something incredibly special, and your love will continue to spin on and on in a wonderful, inspiring circle of holding one another close. So, my dear boy, never fear. Kurt is the one for you. He's always been the one for you, created from the beginning of time. Hold him close. Love him always."
Swiping tears from their cheeks, the two boys looked at each other. They were ready for this wedding to be over and their future to start.
"So, by the power vested in me by the internet, I now pronounce the two of you husband and husband," Noah declared. "You may kiss one another."
The small group of people, gathered to watch, clapped as Kurt and Blaine's lips met in a soul-searing kiss, full of love and passion. Then, they turned and walked, hand in hand, back down the little aisle and into the house where they were having cake and punch. It was a small reception, and they didn't mind one bit. Only the people they loved most would be there.
Elizabeth and Kai were the first ones in the door. They each pulled the boys into a tight hug, and Elizabeth smooched both their cheeks. "We're so happy for you," they said. "Congratulations."
"Thank you."
Next came Bella, a woman on her arm. Blaine gave her a curious look, elated for her to make the introduction. They'd heard that she'd found her soulmate during her trip to Pennsylvania, but they'd had yet to meet them.
"Blaine. Kurt," Bella said, unable to contain the tears that were falling down her cheeks. "I'm so happy for you. You two are an inspiration to me. I never thought I'd find love, but… I did. Here she is…" She stepped to the side, pulling the woman she had with her up beside her. "Boys, I'd like you to meet my soulmate, Lanie."
"Hi," Blaine said, the first to get out words. He was shocked that his mother's soulmate was a woman, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it sort of made sense. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Blaine, my mom's youngest. This is my soulmate and husband, Kurt."
"So nice to meet you both," Lanie said. "I've heard a lot about you." She was a sweet-looking woman with a kind, round face and blonde hair. She had dark brown eyes, more the color of chocolate than honey like Blaine's, and her face had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, too," Kurt said, holding out a hand. "We look forward to getting to know you better. We—"
They were interrupted by a loud, "Squirt!" from Cooper, who came barreling in, pulling Blaine into a tight hug. "So proud of you, Squirt," he said into Blaine's ear, squeezing him so tightly he could barely breathe. "Congrats."
"Thanks," Blaine squeaked. "Can you let go?"
Cooper turned to Kurt next, releasing his brother from his tight squeeze. "I've got to come up with a good nickname for you," he told Kurt as he hugged him just as tightly. "Since you're part of the family now, it's only tradition."
"You really don't have to do that," Kurt said, looking like a nickname was the last thing he wanted.
"I know. I want to. Maybe I'll call you Beanpole or something. Or…"
He didn't have time to think of another possibility because a tall, pretty girl stepped up next to him, tapping him roughly on the shoulder. "Forgetting something?" she asked, one hand on her hip.
Cooper gulped. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, babe. Guys, this is my soulmate, Julia. Julia, this is my kid brother, Squirt, and his husband, Stilts. No. Don't like that one either."
Julia held out her hand, smiling at each of the boys. "Don't mind him. I am trying so hard to keep him in line, but after 35 years of thinking he's the most hilarious thing on Earth, it's a lot of hard work. We're a work in progress." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, congratulations. It's so wonderful to see two soulmates getting married, especially two that are so clearly head over heels for each other. I look forward to getting to know you better at all these free concerts Coop has promised me." She looked over at him with a smile, watching him blush.
"We, uh, we'd better go," Cooper said, grabbing Julia's hand and tugging her away.
Blaine leaned over to Kurt while they had a moment alone. "I like her. She's good for him."
Kurt nodded.
"And my mom with a woman? Not what I expected, but they're perfect together."
"Agreed."
"My unicorn!" Brittany exclaimed, tackling Kurt and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I missed you so much!"
"Britt!" Kurt said, hugging her tightly, not even upset about how she was wrinkling his suit. "You're here! I wasn't sure if you and Santana could make it!"
"I had to make sure we were here," Santana explained. "I can't say no to my lady love, and she was begging and begging to be able to come. So, I told my job that I was taking the time off, and here we are. No questions asked."
"I'm so glad you could make it," Kurt responded, pulling Santana into a hug as Brittany attacked Blaine. "Thanks for getting her here. I appreciate it," he whispered into her ear.
"Yeah. No problem. Anything for her. Really. And we do love the two of you. We bought tickets to your big Vegas show."
"Did you really?" the boys asked simultaneously.
"Yeah! We're gonna see you get married on stage!" Britt exclaimed, then cocked her head to the side. "Except, I'm confused. I thought you got married here."
"We did."
"But you're getting married on stage?"
"Yep."
"Is that because you're magical unicorns who are going to have cute little rainbow dolphin babies together now?"
"Uhhh…" Blaine looked at Kurt, confused.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed, smiling. He'd really missed Britt and her crazy antics. "Yeah. That's exactly why."
The boys greeted a few more of their guests, accepting congratulations and hugs and kisses from everyone, including their bandmates. Then, they all had cake and punch, sitting around chatting until it was nearing suppertime.
The boys took off then, in their car, headed off to a Westerville hotel for the night before their flight back to LA in the morning.
Two weeks later, all six of the boys stood backstage, their arms wrapped around their husbands, as they listened to the wild cheering of the crowd. There were still five minutes before they were set to go on stage for their triple wedding, and the crowd had been roaring for several minutes already, completely pumped to see their band members get hitched on stage.
"You were so smart to talk Sam into letting us get married before this," Jeff told Kurt, gesturing toward the curtain. "I can't imagine how much I would look back on my wedding day with hate if this was it. It's just not what I imagined at all."
"Us either," Kurt replied. "This would have driven me mad. I'm glad we all got to have our intimate moments with just the people we love before all this stuff."
"You guys ready?" Sam asked, jogging over to them. Behind him came the Elvis impersonator that they had hired for the night, glammed out in a silver and blue bowling shirt, his matching pegged pants, and his penny loafers. The guy's dark hair was swept up into a well-kempt pompadour. "This is Jackson, your Elvis for the night. He's ready if you guys are."
"Early?" they all asked. It wasn't a surprise, but it wasn't exactly what they wanted to hear. This was going to be so much different than their normal shows, and they were all a bit nervous.
"Yep! Let's go!"
Without another word, Elvis took his place right in front of the curtain opening, waiting until the sounds of All Shook Up began to play over the speakers. Then, he bounced out onto the stage, singing the words. When the music cut off, he asked the crowd, "Are you guys feeling 'Shook Up' tonight?"
The crowd roared.
"So, you're ready to see Warbler Attack get married then?"
Another roar.
"Alright. Let's bring out the happy couples. On this side," he said, waving his right arm, "we have Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling!"
The other four boys gave them both a quick hug before Nick and Jeff came out on stage, holding hands, smiling as the crowd clapped and cheered. Sam had insisted that everyone wear expensive black tuxes for the night, and they were all hoping they didn't die from overheating under the too-bright lights of the stage. Both Nick and Jeff took their places on their little tape mark on the stage, facing one another and holding hands between them, squeezing tightly.
"On this side," he said, waving to the left this time, "we have Elliot Gilbert and Sebastian Smythe!"
Kurt and Blaine hugged the two of them before they went out on the stage, too, to the thunderous applause of the crowd. They found their place on the tape mark, turning to face one another and holding hands, just like Jeff and Nick were. There were tight smiles on their faces, and they gazed into each other's eyes to keep themselves sane.
"And… Right in front of me tonight… We have… BLAINE ANDERSON and KURT HUMMEL!" Elvis shouted.
The crowd really picked up at that announcement, the sound in the giant stadium echoing in louder and louder waves off the walls.
Kurt and Blaine leaned in for a quick peck before making their way out on stage, finding their place in the middle and positioning themselves just like the other two couples.
Mic stands were brought out then and set up in front of each couple. Then, the lights were turned down and little twinkling lights like starlight began to glow from the ceiling above them.
"Tonight," Elvis said, "we're gathered to unite the members of Warbler Attack with their soulmates in holy matrimony."
All the boys had specifically requested that the "If there be any suspicious minds" part of the traditional Elvis ceremony be left out. They all knew that there were fans crazy enough to try to keep them apart, and this special show was supposed to be about their love for each other and the new album that was dedicated to their relationships, not about fans who needed the validation of a celebrity to make themselves happy.
"Nick and Jeff will go first," Elvis proclaimed. "Nick Duval, repeat after me. It only took one night to get stuck on you, and now my wish came true, you big hunka hunka burnin' love! I thought you were nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time, but now I know you're my teddy bear, 'cause tigers play too rough and lions ain't the kind you love enough. So kiss me quick and love me tender for I can't help falling in love with you."
The crowd giggled and cheered as Nick said his vows.
Kurt gave Blaine a look, one eyebrow raised. "I'm double glad we had our own wedding now. These vows are awful!"
"Well, they're not meant to be serious," Blaine whispered back. "They're for drunk people on the Vegas strip!"
"Jeff Sterling, repeat after me," Elvis called out when the noise and applause had died down a little. "It took a hard-headed man to make me king of the whole wide world. I thought you were the devil in disguise, but you turned out to be my puppet on a string. I used to live in the hotel down the end of lonely street, but now it's viva Las Vegas because I need your love tonight."
The crowd cheered again, excited for Elliot and Seb to say their vows next. They were absolutely eating up the Elvis thing.
Everyone got just as excited for Elliot and Seb as they had for Nick and Jeff, but nothing could compare to the sound that rippled through the stadium when Elvis said, "Blaine Anderson, repeat after me." In fact, it took several extra seconds for them to quiet enough that Elvis was sure he could be heard through his mic as he began to recite the vows for Blaine to repeat.
Blaine, by this time, was a master at reading his soulmate. He knew the vows were starting to get on Kurt's nerves, so he did his best to make silly faces and do little things to Kurt as they held hands, just to try to get him to smile. When he was finished with his, he whispered, "Almost done," giving Kurt a reassuring smile.
Then, it was Kurt's turn. He repeated the "vows" as quickly as he could, eager to get that part over with.
Finally, Elvis said, "Please take this moment to exchange your gifts of love."
All six of the guys pulled silver rings out of their pockets to slide on the other's finger. They'd all ordered cheap bands so as not to have to go without their real wedding bands for a single moment that night. None of them were willing to part with the true symbols of their love for even a moment. They slid the cheap bands on, grinning at each other as they all whispered various versions of "I love you." That may not have been their real wedding, but there was something about sliding a ring onto their soulmate's finger that made them feel just a little sentimental.
Then, Elvis shouted, "By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands and wedded soulmates, and remember, there is no return to sender! You may kiss each other."
Each couple shared a quick kiss, but it was enough to make the crowd crazy again. The sound was deafening.
"Please join me in welcoming all the new mister and misters!" Elvis said. "Folks, this has got me all shook up, so please love me tender!" Then, he disappeared off the stage, finally leaving Warbler Attack to do their thing.
Blaine grabbed the mic from the stand in front of himself and Kurt, never letting go of his husband's hand. "How's everyone doing tonight?" he asked as the crowd cheered and hooted.
Stagehands came out, moving the other two microphones back to the back of the stage and pushing out the drum set. The other four boys retreated behind the curtain to get their instruments, one of the stagehands bringing out Kurt's guitar and passing it off to him.
"We are, too," Blaine said when the noise finally died down. "We are, too. We feel so blessed to have shared our wedding with all of you. This…" He turned to look at Kurt, bringing his hand up to his face to kiss his palm, "has been one of the best days of my life. I married my soulmate, my forever love, and I got to share it with my bandmates and all of you. So…" He paused and turned around, checking that everyone was ready. When he got the thumbs up, he turned back to the crowd. "So, we'd like to open our set with a song that my handsome groom wrote. It's called I'm Gonna Lose You. Here we go."
Everyone expected Blaine to sing first as the music started. After a few beats, though, it was Kurt's beautiful, clear voice that rang through the stadium instead.
"I found myself dreaming
In silver and gold
Like a scene from a movie
That every broken heart knows
We were walking on moonlight
And you pulled me close
Split second and you disappeared
And then I was all alone
I woke up in tears
With you by my side
A breath of relief
And I realized
No, we're not promised tomorrow
So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you
I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye
Wherever we're standing
I won't take you for granted
'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time
So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you
I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you"
Kurt's eyes were glassy with unshed tears as he sang. The words meant more to him than anyone in that stadium—besides his soulmate—could know. Along with that, the enormity of what was happening was sitting heavily on his chest. He was there; he'd made it. He was a celebrity in an incredibly popular band, married to his soulmate and love of his life, and he was singing a song that he had written on stage in front of thousands of people.
Blaine took over after the first chorus.
"In the blink of an eye
Just a whisper of smoke
You could lose everything
The truth is you never know
So I'll kiss you longer, baby (hey)
Any chance that I get
I'll make the most of the minutes
And love with no regrets
Let's take our time to say what we want (say what we want)
Use what we got before it's all gone (all gone)
'Cause no (no), we're not promised tomorrow"
He smiled as he stepped backward, away from the edge of the stage where he'd ended up as he'd gotten into the song. He took Kurt's hand in his once again, smiling at him as he joined in for the next chorus along with the other four boys who'd been singing backup for him during his verse.
"So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you (lose you)
I'm gonna hold you (hey) like I'm saying goodbye
Wherever we're standing (yeah)
I won't take you for granted
'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time
So I'm gonna love (I'm gonna love you) you like I'm gonna lose you (like I'm gonna lose you)
I'm gonna love you (love you) like I'm gonna lose you"
As the interlude began to play, all six of the boys stepped away from the audience, grabbed their partner, and began to dance with them around the room. They knew they would probably hear it from the critics the next day for not playing all their music live, but they didn't care. They wanted this to be a perfect moment that showed the love that was being shared on the stage that night, even if they knew in their hearts that the real love and magic had happened for each of them weeks earlier.
Toward the end of the interlude, all six of them found themselves in the center of the stage, crowded around two microphones, and they sang the final chorus together.
"I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you (oh, like I'm gonna lose you)
I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye
Wherever we're standing
I won't take you for granted
'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time
So I'm gonna love (I'm gonna love you) you like I'm gonna lose you (like I'm gonna lose you)
I'm gonna love you (love you) like I'm gonna lose you"
As the song wound to a close, the rest of the band members dispersed, and Kurt and Blaine stayed behind at the microphones. There were tears on both their cheeks, and they gingerly reached out and wiped them away before Blaine spoke again.
"I know that may seem like a strange song to sing for a wedding, but it has more meaning than you could know."
"You see," Kurt went on, "there is a very special someone who couldn't be with me today and who will never meet my soulmate: my father. I love him dearly, and he's a constant reminder that I have no idea how long I'll be on this earth. All I know is that I have today, and I'm not going to waste any time not loving the man the Fates have given to me."
There was a quiet murmuring through the crowd, and Blaine took that opportunity to move things along. "With that in mind, we're going to head into our main set for the evening, starting with a crowd favorite: All of Me."
That night, right inside their hotel room door, Kurt and Blaine ripped off one another's clothes, panting hard against each other's skin as they kissed and sucked and nipped at every available patch of skin they could find. Neither could understand it, but they had an insatiable need for each other that couldn't be ignored.
They didn't even make it away from the door before Kurt dropped to his knees, bringing Blaine into his mouth and sucking hard as he swallowed his entire cock down. Then, he sucked vigorously as he moved up and down quickly, pulling Blaine's first release from him in a matter of minutes. The sounds Blaine made, the panting, moaning and groaning had Kurt's own balls tightening and the tight coil within him releasing moments later, spilling his first release all over the floor as he swallowed down every drop of Blaine's.
Without missing a beat, Kurt rose up from the floor and claimed Blaine's mouth with his, his tongue immediately seeking entrance into Blaine's mouth, sighing when Blaine tasted himself on Kurt's tongue, moaning against his lips.
Still connected, Blaine's mouth on Kurt's shoulder while Kurt concentrated on sucking a mark behind Blaine's left ear, they found their way to the bed, falling onto it, their hands roving, unable to leave each other's bodies. Nails dug into skin, leaving tantalizing red marks behind.
Finally, Blaine pulled off of Kurt's shoulder with a loud pop, panting, "I feel like there are magnets under my skin, pulling me to you. I can't let go… It's…"
"I feel it, too," Kurt answered, a bit of Blaine's skin still between his teeth. He bit down just a bit harder before reattaching his lips and sucking hard again, loving the way Blaine's head immediately went to the side, opening himself up more to Kurt.
"Need— Lube— Inside!" Blaine managed, fumbling wildly for the nightside stand and missing.
Deciding he'd probably done his job in leaving a mark, Kurt popped off of Blaine's neck and reached the lube on the nightstand, handing it over to his soulmate. Then, he moved himself lower down Blaine's body, beginning to play with his nipples, lick down his ribcage and across his abs while his soulmate unhooked the cap from the lube bottle and reached a finger back to start prepping himself.
When Kurt saw this, he stopped everything for just a moment, looking up at Blaine with wide eyes. "You-you want that?" he asked breathlessly. "A-are you sure?"
"We-we don't have to," Blaine started. "If you aren't com—"
"No. I am. It's all I can think about."
Blaine blinked for a moment, surprised to hear his soulmate vocalizing how he felt as well. "It is?"
Kurt nodded. "I know we haven't done that yet, haven't gone all the way, but it feels right. It feels like whatever roadblock was standing in the way on our wedding night, whatever didn't feel right… That's gone. I-I want it if you do."
"I so do. I love you, Kurt. And you're right. Whatever was keeping me from feeling ready is gone now. I love you and trust you with my whole heart. I want us to be connected in this way."
With a smile, Kurt crawled back up his soulmate's body, attaching his lips to Blaine's. The insatiable heat of the few moments before had vanished—for now—leaving behind it a sweet emotion that demanded slow, soft kisses laced with every emotion they were feeling, all the love they possessed for the other. Kurt's hand came up to cradle Blaine's face as they kissed, and Blaine's arms wrapped around his soulmate's waist, resting on his lower back, just above Kurt's ass.
As the kiss deepened, tongues beginning to tangle again and presses of the lips becoming more desperate, Blaine began to dip his lubed finger into Kurt's crack, going further and further until he found his husband's entrance. Then, he pressed lightly before releasing, waiting for Kurt's reaction.
At first, Kurt gasped, his head coming up to make eye contact with Blaine. When he did it a second time, though, he relaxed, letting out a quiet moan.
"You like that?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded.
"Want me to keep going?"
Another nod, and Kurt went back to kissing Blaine, first on the mouth, then moving to kiss along his jaw, back to his mark behind his ear, and to his lips again while Blaine continued to press, working his finger deeper and deeper until Kurt was taking all of his fingers on every stroke.
"More?"
"More! God, yes! Please, more."
So, Blaine inserted another finger, slowly stretching his soulmate until he had all four of his fingers pumping in and out of Kurt.
Kurt could no longer keep kissing. All his senses were overrun by the feeling of Blaine's fingers inside his body, sometimes brushing against the little bundle of nerves that sent his body tingling and sparking in all the best ways. He pushed back against Blaine's hand on his next thrust, groaning loudly at the sensation.
"Are you ready for me?" Blaine asked into his ear.
"So ready."
"On your back then."
Kurt moved into position, watching as Blaine lubed himself up before lining up at Kurt's entrance.
"I'll go slowly," he promised, hoping to keep any fear that had been hidden behind hormones and need from clouding his soulmate's desire for him. "Tell me if you don't like it or something hurts. It's going to burn a little." Then, he lightly pressed his head against Kurt's hole, waiting until he relaxed before gently pushing in past the first ring of muscle.
Kurt squirmed and whined a little, the sound turning into a low, pleasured groan as Blaine quit moving. He told himself to breathe and relax, and a few moments later, when he felt himself begin to melt into the bed, Blaine moved forward again.
"Doing okay?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt's face. He wasn't showing any signs of pain, but he needed to be sure.
"I am," Kurt answered. "Just give me a few seconds to breathe, and you can go again."
They went on this way, Blaine working himself in slowly until he was fully seated inside Kurt, his husband's ass tight against his body. When he was sure he was ready, Blaine moved just a little, a tiny in and out movement, drawing a "Blaaaaiiine" from Kurt's lips.
"Feels...so...good…" Kurt panted. "More!"
So, Blaine did it again, a slightly bigger movement. He got the same reaction.
"More! Need more!"
Ever so steadily, Blaine began to set a slow rhythm, using the sounds of Kurt's mouth as his guide. Once Kurt was relaxed enough that nearly every movement he made was earning him a moan or a chant of his name, Blaine let out a satisfied groan of his own. Kurt felt so good. His body was tight and warm around him, and he could feel Kurt's muscles clenching and releasing him ever so slightly, sending sensations straight to his balls. He wasn't going to last long, and that was fine with him. Any time spent with Kurt was beautiful and perfect.
Reaching forward, Blaine took Kurt's cock into his hand, beginning to pump it while he thrust. The beads of pre-cum at the tip of Kurt's cock appeared faster and faster, running down his shaft and creating more lube.
A moment or two later, Blaine heard, "Close! So close! Gonna-gonna… God, Blaine! I'm gonna— Close!"
"Me, too!" Blaine panted. "Cum with me, Kurt. Please. I—" Then, he felt Kurt's muscles clench harder than they had all night, drawing his release from him moments before Kurt exploded, covering Blaine's hand in cum.
They rode out the waves of their orgasms together, each moaning the other's name as they saw multi-colored flakes of confetti behind their eyes.
Finally, when Blaine could no longer hold himself up, he pulled out of Kurt and collapsed on the bed beside him, removing his hand from Kurt's softening cock. "That was amazing, Kurt. Felt so good," he told him.
"Felt so, so good. So perfect," Kurt agreed, turning to look at him with a smile.
They lay side by side for a little while, holding hands, needing that connection to each other. Eventually, though, they both began to feel a little gross, and they headed into their bathroom to clean up.
Then, they went back to the bed, cuddling up together, arms and legs tangled up and wrapped around each other, holding each other close.
"I'm so glad I have you," Blaine whispered into the dark night. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Kurt. You're so perfect for me."
"And you're perfect for me," Kurt whispered back, pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "I'm glad we both trusted Fate and were able to find each other."
"Do you really think that, after this life, we get the chance at another one, just like the letter from Grandma Jan said?"
"I do. We were meant to find that out, Blaine. I believe that with all my heart."
"I love you, you know."
"I love you, too."
A few minutes later, the sound of Blaine's gentle snores filled the room, and Kurt couldn't keep the smile off his face. He bent, placing three tiny kisses along Blaine's hairline before finding one of his curls to play with.
As he lay in the dark, cuddled up with his soulmate, his body relaxing and preparing for sleep, the opening lines to a Beyoncé song popped into his head:
"Baby I can hear the wind whip past my face
As we dance the night away
And boy your look it tastes like a night of champagne
As I kiss you again and again and again and again"