Kurt and Blaine tried not to look too ecstatic as they walked back up the steps and into the Hudson-Hummel house. Kurt turned, slowly locking the door behind them before pressing his back up against it and giving Blaine a grin. "So, what do you say? Shower sex and movie night?"
"Oh, my god, you know me so well," Blaine replied, grabbing Kurt by the wrist and dragging him up the stairs.
They'd barely made it into the bathroom before they were stripping their clothes off, shirts and pants flying in all directions. Then, their lips met as Kurt fumbled to turn on the shower, all the while keeping one hand on his boyfriend's hot, smooth skin as Blaine nipped and licked and sucked on his lips, his neck, and his collarbone.
"God. So glad I'm gonna get you for a whole week. Alone. Good practice for later," Kurt panted as he stuck his hand back under the water to check the temperature.
"Need you," Blaine replied, his voice muffled against Kurt's skin. "Too many weeks without my fiancé."
"Come on. Come on. Get in," Kurt urged, not wanting to wait another moment. "The sooner we're wet, the sooner you can have me."
Somehow, they got into the shower without tripping over the lip of the tub, and the second the curtain was closed, Blaine pressed Kurt up against the shower wall, his tongue searching every crevice of his mouth with moans and panting. Soon after, he moved to one of Kurt's nipples, beginning to lick and nibble at it while his hands traveled from Kurt's hips to his cock, setting a slow rhythm while the other fondled his balls just a little, pinching and rubbing at the skin.
"Oh! Oh, Blaine! Oh, my god! Blaine! I-I need—"
"Yeah. I know," Blaine answered, switching to Kurt's other nipple as he continued to tease his cock, changing hands and speeding up his rhythm, his thumb just lightly catching the head every few passes.
Curling one hand into Blaine's hair that was becoming looser and looser as the shower pounded against it, washing out the hair gel, Kurt braced himself against the shower wall with his other hand, preparing for what Blaine did next: falling to his knees and taking Kurt into his mouth, swallowing him down immediately as one hand trailed back to play lightly at his hole.
"Nnngh! Blaine! I-I'm not gonna la-last long if you-you kee—"
"Mmm," Blaine hummed, not moving his mouth from Kurt's cock, loving the way the vibrations got him all excited, his breath stuttering and his hand searching for purchase against the smooth shower wall. "Hope so." Then, he returned to sucking, using his tongue to trace the vein along the underside of his cock and cup the head, tasting the beads of precum that dribbled from the tip into the hot wetness of Blaine's mouth.
Speeding up again, Blaine began to pull back far enough to where his mouth nearly left Kurt's cock altogether before sinking down again. He did this a few times then did a few short drags, sucking harder than he had been. He repeated this pattern a few times, gratified when Kurt's hand began to tighten in his hair. He knew what that meant.
"So-s-so clo…"
Blaine redoubled his efforts, moving to mostly short pulls, sucking hard and swirling his tongue round and round, his fingers working over Kurt's hole, sometimes rubbing, sometimes penetrating slightly.
Not long after, Kurt shouted, "Oh, my—Blaine!" and shot his release into Blaine's mouth, his orgasm dragging out as Blaine swallowed around him. His body sagged a bit in relief at his release, yet he still let out a sad little whine when Blaine's fingers moved from his hole and his mouth left his cock—which hadn't softened much—at the same time. Blaine moved to planting tiny little pecks to Kurt's waistline, over his abs, across his chest, up his neck, and to his lips. He moaned, though, when Blaine's tongue requested entrance into his mouth, and he could taste himself on his breath. "You're fucking amazing," he whispered against his lips when he could breathe again.
"I love you," Blaine whispered back, "and I'm so happy you're home again for a while. I haven't seen you in person since Christmas, and I felt like I was dying without you."
"I love you, too. It's been hard, yet we're okay. We have a whole week together while Burt and Carole are on vacation with Finn and Rachel. We get to practice what it will be like when we get married this fall…" He pressed a sweet kiss to Blaine's lips, letting a hand find its way to Blaine's cock, still hard and needing between them. "Want me to help with this?" he asked softly, his mouth no longer touching Blaine's, a mere hairsbreadth away.
"God," Blaine moaned. "Please. Jus-just use your hand, though. I-I nearly came when you did. You're so fucking hot, and I'm still-still close."
Instead of answering, Kurt reached for the nearby body wash, squirting a bit in his hand. Then, he reached for his fiancé's cock again, his hand gliding easily from root to tip and drawing a moan from Blaine.
"Mmm… Kurrrrrt…"
For the first few strokes, Kurt took it slow, letting the bodywash get everywhere. Then, he sped up, using his thumb to swipe over the tip, sending Blaine's hips stuttering forward.
With one hand around Blaine's waist, Kurt turned them so that Blaine could press himself up against the wall of the shower for support. Then, he began to move his hand quickly, flying up and down Blaine's cock rapidly as his fiancé threw his head back and moaned long and loud into the echoey, steamy bathroom.
"Oh! Oh, my god, Kurt! I-I'm gonna—"
Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's parted lips before whispering, "Cum," into his mouth. The next thing he knew, Blaine was shooting hot wet ribbons over Kurt's hand and arm and onto the floor of the shower where the water swirled it away.
Using Blaine's cum as lube, Kurt reached for his own cock. He only had to slide his hand over it a few times before he was cumming again, holding tightly to Blaine's hip to keep himself upright. When he raised his head, having ridden out the waves of his release, he met Blaine's eyes, biting his lip. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "You're so hot, and I just… I needed it again."
"Never apologize for that," Blaine answered. "It was sexy." Then, he claimed Kurt's mouth again, the two of them kissing for several long minutes, exploring and tasting each other again.
Finally, Kurt said, "We should probably shower if we're going to clean up at all. The hot water is going to run out soon."
Blaine nodded, grabbing Kurt's shampoo. "Can I wash your hair?"
"Oh, please. Yes. Thank you," Kurt breathed.
After their shower, the boys headed for the kitchen, each of them in a pair of pajama pants and a solid black t-shirt. They prepped popcorn, got cups of soda, and stole a few kisses before cuddling up on the couch.
Without even asking, Kurt knew exactly what movie to turn on: The Notebook. Then, he pulled Blaine's body tightly against him and settled in, content with Blaine's head on his shoulder, his hand on his upper thigh.
They fell asleep before the movie was over and spent the night on the couch together.
The next morning, Sunday, Kurt woke up first, sneaking first to the bathroom to brush his teeth before heading into the kitchen to make coffee and French toast. It was one of his favorite things to make for Blaine, mostly because Blaine was always a little drippy with his syrup and butter mixture—whether on purpose or not, Kurt never knew—and he was able to kiss it off his chin before kissing his lips, buttery sweet.
He was just setting the table when Blaine woke up, making a beeline for the bathroom then taking a seat at the kitchen table, a hand on his neck.
"Something wrong?" Kurt asked, looking at him with concern as he slid into a chair next to him and passed Blaine the syrup.
"Uh, I dunno. I think I just slept on my neck funny last night. It hurts a little bit."
"Wanna take something for it?" Kurt asked. "Maybe you can catch it before it causes a headache."
Blaine waved away his concern. "This smells amazing," he said instead, sniffing the air appreciatively. "Thanks for making breakfast. You're amazing!" He leaned over to kiss Kurt, grimacing as he turned his head to the side.
"You're welcome," Kurt replied, meeting him a little more than halfway with the kiss. "Are you sure you don't want something for that?"
"I'm fine," Blaine replied, squeezing on some syrup, cutting pats of butter, and digging in. He ate a few bites, moaning at the flavor and earning a bright smile from his fiancé. "You know," he finally said, taking a sip from his coffee cup, "this is the longest we've ever been together without separating."
"You're right," Kurt answered. "Best 18 hours of my life."
"Mine, too." Blaine picked up his coffee cup, extending it toward Kurt. "Cheers?" he asked.
In response, Kurt clinked his cup against Blaine's. "Cheers." Then, he smiled. "I love getting to share these little domestic moments with you."
"Me, too."
After breakfast, the boys took a short walk around the block to stretch their tired muscles and get a bit of fresh air. It was a beautiful morning, and they chatted about what they wanted to do with their uninterrupted week. Sex was on the table for sure. A lot of sex. They also wanted to catch up on some of the TV shows they liked to watch together, and Blaine admitted he had an essay he had to write to turn in the following Monday. They decided that they should cook together and work on their wedding registry as well as plan their honeymoon. They were all smiles and kissy faces as they rounded the corner of the block and headed back into Burt and Carole's.
"What should we do first?" Kurt asked.
"Project Runway?" Blaine suggested. "I still feel kinda tired."
They wound up watching three episodes of the show, and midway through the third one, Blaine did fall asleep. Kurt thought he was the most adorable thing on the face of the planet, and when the show was over, he pressed a few kisses to his forehead before heading to the kitchen for a drink. Then, he sat down with his laptop, deciding to pull up a few travel sites. Maybe planning their honeymoon would be a good project until they were both ready for some lunch.
When Kurt heard Blaine stirring a while later, he called out, "I'm at the kitchen table, Blaine. I thought we could do some honeymoon planning."
"No."
Kurt blinked in confusion. "What? I jus—"
"I don't want to do anything right now." Blaine's voice was firm, his words clipped.
Getting up from the table, Kurt went out to the living room to find Blaine lying on the couch on his back, a hand holding the back of his neck. "You okay?" he asked. "Your neck hurting again?"
"What do you think?"
Kurt didn't even know what to say to that. "Um…" he stuttered, stalling for time. "Want me to bring you some ibuprofen or Tylenol?"
"No. Just leave me alone. My head is killing me."
"Are you sure? Taking something would probably help."
"Kurt! Seriously! Do you have to ask so many questions? I just told you I want to be left alone!"
"Blaine Devon Anderson, don't talk to me like that. I know your neck hurts. You don—"
"I definitely don't want to be lectured right now."
"Fine. I'm going up to my room then." Kurt stormed off, caught somewhere between tears and anger. I know he's hurting; he doesn't get to talk to me like that, though, especially when I was just trying to help, he told himself. I didn't do anything wrong. He hurried into his room, tempted to slam the door. Instead, he shut it quietly behind him and laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling to think. I know he's going to come around; he always does. I really do think we have to talk about this, though. We both need to find a way to communicate with the other when we're feeling bad, because we can't get into dumb fights like this. I don't want to get into dumb fights like this.
Just as he'd suspected, about 10 minutes later, there was a light rapping on his door. "Kurt?"
"Come in." He kept his voice even and quiet.
The door swung open, and Blaine took a few steps in. His cheeks were already pink, and he still had a hand on the back of his neck. He kept his eyes averted to the floor, not looking at Kurt.
There were a few beats of silence.
"Kurt, I'm—" "Listen, Blai—" They spoke over each other.
"You first," Kurt said quietly, gesturing toward his fiancé.
"Kurt, I'm sorry," Blaine tried again. "I shouldn't have gotten upset with you. I know you were just trying to help, and I was all out of sorts because I woke up with a headache. Honestly, I was kicking myself for not listening to you earlier, and I didn't want to admit it. That's not an excuse, though, and I'm sorry. I hate when we fight, especially over dumb stuff like this." He looked up then, meeting Kurt's gaze, sheepish.
Patting the bed next to him, Kurt waited for Blaine to come over and sit before he spoke. "I accept your apology," he said gently, taking one of Blaine's hands in his. "You're right; you shouldn't have gotten upset with me. I was just trying to help. I, though, should have asked you fewer questions and given you a little bit of space. Still, I think we should make a pact right now that, even when we're feeling crappy, we have to be kind to each other. I know we won't be perfect at it, yet I want us both to agree to try."
Blaine nodded, wincing a bit at the ache in his neck. "I want to try. I don't want to fight with you. I don't know if I'll be very good at it, and you might have to remind me a few times."
"I can do that," Kurt said.
"I'm sorry," Blaine repeated.
"What are we to each other?"
"Fiancés."
"And what will we be to each other?"
With a cheeky smile, Blaine answered, "You tell me."
"We're going to be husbands, married and committed to each other for life. I know we can't expect to avoid all future fights. If we can talk about them, though, I know we'll make it through. I love you, Blaine Anderson."
"I love you, too." Blaine dropped his hand from the back of his neck and leaned forward, framing Kurt's face as he pulled him in for a kiss. "You're the best fiancé a guy could ever ask for."
"I think you're pretty great, too," Kurt answered.
"You know, when you called me Blaine Devon, I-I kinda liked that. It was kinda… hot." Blaine's cheeks colored a gorgeous shade of pink.
"Mmm… Well, I would love to explore that, however, not until your neck is feeling better. So, what do you say that we go down and get you some medicine, decide on a few places we might like to honeymoon, and then, after lunch, we can explore all those sexy feelings you have about me calling you Blaine Devon right. Here." He patted the mattress beside him. "On this bed."
Blaine shivered again. "I'd love that," he replied, letting Kurt grab him by the hand and lead him out of the bedroom and down the stairs.