Chapter 23: We Are Eternal
I would like to apologise in advance for the formatting issues (the random massive gaps between some paragraphs) I have tried to fix them but every time I save it and go back to check if they're actually gone, they reappear :(
The bonding process between soulmates is more intimate than the act of sexual intercourse, for when soulmates bond, their souls connect on a different plane of existence. Once the bond begins, the souls travel to a place of purity, the Lands of Mira, and present themselves to each other in the most vulnerable of forms. The Lands of Mira has been said to be the most beautiful of worlds, its magic rippling through the wind as two souls become one. Depending on the souls entering its existence, the Mira will present itself, blessing the souls with a stronger, deeper bond. The Mira is neither a being nor an entity, but a source of energy. It only presents itself to those souls it deems worthy. Few and far between have been lucky enough to receive the Mira's blessing, but those who are, have a love for the ages. Those who receive the Mira's blessing are considered royalty. Their love is pure, intangible, and their bond is unbreakable.
After a long day of travel, Kurt and Blaine finally reached their destination. The private resort was surrounded by the Rocky Mountains, the layout giving off a mystical feel. There were six cabins in total on the secluded property. Five for guests and one for the employees that worked there. The cabins were far enough apart to give each guest complete privacy, but close enough to reach in case of an emergency. Other than the landline and the Wi-Fi provided by the company, they were completely cut off from the rest of the world.
Kurt had to admit, he wasn't expecting such a luxurious getaway. He knew that money was no object for Blaine and he expected to be blown away. He always was. But this? Their five bedroom cabin with its own Jacuzzi, steam room, fireplace, wrap around patio, modern décor, and castle like exterior was unlike anything he ever imagined.
"A nice hotel would've sufficed, Blaine," Kurt said awestruck as Blaine gave him a tour. "You didn't have to go all out."
Blaine chuckled, his arms wrapping around Kurt's torso from behind. They were standing at the back of the cabin by the door that led to the patio and taking in the beautiful sight of the snowy mountains. "Of course I did, love," he replied with a kiss on Kurt's cheek. "This is more than us bonding. This is two weeks straight of no interruptions and no responsibility to anyone but ourselves. Two weeks of us just being together," Blaine turned Kurt around in his arms and smiled. "Besides, it would've been far too easy to be found in a hotel, no matter how high the security. We don't have to worry about being seen out here." Kurt looked down a bit shyly, a slight flush on his cheeks. There was something about the way Blaine looked at him that always made him blush. Kurt was certain that when they were 80 years old, Blaine would still be able to make him blush without effort. "Come on, I have something else to show you."
Blaine led Kurt to the main bedroom and Kurt raised a brow. "You already showed me this room, Blaine."
Blaine looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "I didn't show you the best part though," he said as he walked them over to what Kurt assumed was a window. Blaine pulled open the large curtains and Kurt gasped. There was a door that led to a small patio but the patio was closed in by tall glass windows. "The sun rises on this side and the room is heated. I know you're mostly inspired in the mornings so I thought that you could sketch in here whenever you wake up."
Kurt smiled from ear to ear, already envisioning his mornings. "It's perfect. Thank you."
"Anything for you," Blaine sighed happily, leaning forward to kiss Kurt's nose. "Now, are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat or are you just tired?"
Kurt hummed, his arms wrapping around Blaine's neck. "Mostly tired but I could eat something light."
"Why don't you go take a shower, I'll make us something to eat, and then we can head to bed?" Blaine suggested. "It's still a bit early but it's been a long day."
"Sounds good to me," Kurt said through a small yawn. He gave Blaine a chaste kiss before letting go and walking to his luggage.
Blaine watched him grab a pair of boxers, the bag that held his night creams, and walk into the bathroom humming. He turned to look at the four post bed and ran his fingers over the comforter, a soft smile on his lips. In a matter of a few days, they would be making love on that bed. They would be bonding. The thought alone made his entire being thrum with an energy that made him shiver. They were in for an incredible two weeks.
Blaine woke up early the next morning to an empty bed. He glanced around the room and smiled when he saw Kurt sitting out on the patio. He closed his eyes and stretched before getting up. He silently watched Kurt from inside the room for a while, admiring the way the early morning sun seemed to make him glow. Blaine would never get over how stunning his soulmate truly was. Kurt was completely transfixed in his sketchbook, his head tilted slightly as his hand swiftly ran across the page. As he reached for a different colored pencil, Blaine quietly backed away and left the room.
Kurt was so involved in his sketch that he didn't hear the door open nor did he notice Blaine's presence. It wasn't until the smell of coffee reached his nose that he finally looked up. "Good morning," he greeted with a relaxed smile. He set his pencil down and grabbed the cup of coffee from Blaine. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," Blaine replied, looking over Kurt's shoulder to look at his sketch. "Is that you and Tana?"
Kurt hummed as he took a sip from his coffee. "Yeah, I'm designing our prom outfits. We have to look nothing but fabulous when we win Prom King and Queen."
Blaine smirked, pulling out the seat next to Kurt and sitting down. "You're that confident that you're going to win?"
"Of course we are," Kurt scoffed and set his sketchbook down on the table. "The students at McKinley are notorious for their write-in votes, and at last year's junior prom, I won king and queen."
Blaine's face dropped. "Kurt."
Kurt shook his head quickly though, a smirk on his lips. "It wasn't like that. Or well, it was, but not in the way you think. You see, Finn had overheard Dave and this dumbass Azimio talking in the locker room about how much of a faggy queen I am, then I overheard Finn telling Puckerman that Dave and Azimio needed to get their asses beat because they were calling me a queen. So that gave me this brilliant idea to win both king and queen. The girls and I came up with the plan and by the time junior prom came around, the whole school thought they were being clever by writing my name in for queen. I had already been crowned king when the principal called my name for queen. I walked back to the microphone like I was in shock, devastated even, and the jocks are all snickering to themselves and the New Directions are like, ready for me to blow up. But then I looked over at the girls and I give them this look," Kurt showed him the devilish grin and Blaine's temperature suddenly rose, "before turning to the crowd and saying, 'You suckers are so predictable. Thank you for voting me as your King and Queen. Being a top has never felt so good. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant being on top. Though it's kinda the same thing isn't it? Either way, all blow Kurt Hummel.'"
Blaine threw his head back and laughed. "You did not say that!"
"I sure did," Kurt said with a proud nod.
"With your teachers and your principal all there?"
"Mhm. You should've seen the look on everyone's face when they realized I planned the whole thing. It was glorious. I even wore this amazing blazer and kilt combo so I was dressed for both parts," Kurt smiled and Blaine shook his head with amusement. "That was the moment Sue decided to make me Cheerios Captain."
"You know, you're kinda evil," Blaine smirked as he leaned closer to Kurt, his eyes blazing. "But I like it," he said lowly.
"Good," Kurt whispered back before their lips met in a heated kiss.
Blaine pulled away quickly though, with a satisfied grin playing at his lips as Kurt's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Blaine with dark eyes and Blaine continued to smile. "I'm going to go make us breakfast," he said with a swift kiss to Kurt's forehead and walked back inside, leaving Kurt hard and breathless.
"Tease," Kurt muttered with a pout as he sat down at the kitchen table. Blaine winked over his shoulder and continued to hum as he cooked breakfast. Kurt watched him as he effortlessly flipped the omelet. He smiled to himself, unable to believe that this was really his life now. "So, is this what it'll be like when we live together?" he asked quietly. Blaine glanced at him with a questioning brow. "Me sketching in the early morning while you cook us breakfast? Or me cooking dinner and calling you down repeatedly because you're stuck on some new song lyric?" he smirked.
Blaine chuckled and nodded. "Yep." He placed the omelet on the second plate and turned off the stove. "Except that whoever is cooking has to be naked," he said with a cheeky grin. "House rule."
"Oh really?" Kurt questioned as Blaine set both plates on the table before turning to the refrigerator to get orange juice. "And how exactly is that rule going to work when we have kids?"
Blaine froze for a moment, warmth filling his heart. This was the first time Kurt had ever mentioned having children and the sudden emotion nearly brought a tear to his eye. He said nothing as he grabbed the carton of orange juice and turned back to Kurt. His face soft, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Well," Blaine started as he took a seat next to Kurt. "When we have kids, we'll obviously be unable to participate in that rule. But we still have some time before that happens."
"True," Kurt nodded as he poured himself some juice.
"Since we're on the topic, is that something you want?" Blaine asked him. "Kids I mean. You want us to be dads one day?"
Kurt looked at him with surprise. "Of course I want us to have kids. Why wouldn't I?"
Blaine half shrugged, his eyes downcast. "I don't know. We've never discussed it before."
Kurt watched him curiously for a moment. Their time together had been limited in the passing months and it wasn't until recently that he began noticing the more vulnerable side of Blaine. He was starting to realize that Blaine was more self-conscious than he led on. With a small sigh, he reached for Blaine's hand to hold. Blaine looked up through his lashes and he smiled softly. "I want us to have kids someday, Blaine," Kurt assured him. "I want kids and the white picket fence and the Dad wagon to drive them and their little friends all over town. I want all of it."
Blaine caressed Kurt's hand with his thumb, his lip caught in-between his teeth. "The Dad wagon too, huh? That sounds like a pretty boring life," he teased softly.
"As long as I'm with you, life will never be boring," Kurt smirked though he meant every word.
Blaine chuckled, leaning over for a kiss. "I love you," he whispered against Kurt's lips.
Kurt hummed in appreciation. "I love you too. So," he said slowly as he pulled his hand back, "since we're on the topic of kids and our future, I've been thinking about something and I wanted to talk to you about it."
"Shoot," Blaine replied as he poured himself a glass of juice.
"Well, I know I said I wanted to go to Parsons, but that was before I found you," Kurt said and Blaine stilled his movements. "I was thinking that maybe I could go to UCLA or Berkeley. They both have great design programs and that way you don't have to leave your life in California behind."
Blaine shook his head and sat back in his seat. "No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no," Blaine said with finality. "Kurt, I've lived my dream. I'm living it right now. I promised that I would do everything I could to make your dreams come true and Parsons is your dream. I'm not letting you give that up for me."
"But Blaine, your whole life is in LA," Kurt argued. "How could I ask you to uproot just so that I can go to Parsons? I can get just as good of an education at UCLA or Berkeley."
"You would get a mediocre education compared to Parsons," Blaine said as he crossed his arms. "They're great schools, but they can't give you what Parsons can. I can make music anywhere, but there's only one Parsons." Kurt huffed in disbelief. This wasn't at all how he expected the conversation to go. "And you're not asking me to uproot my whole life, Kurt. My life is wherever you are and if your dream is Parsons, which it is, then that's where you need to be. So we live in New York for a while. That's fine. As long as you're following your dreams, I'm happy."
"You're serious?" Kurt asked, not wanting to get his hopes up. He'd been thinking about the change for a while and although he did feel bad for making Blaine move to New York for him, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been heartbroken when he decided not to go to Parsons.
"Absolutely," Blaine said with an encouraging smile. "Once this tour is over, the guys and I are taking an extended break. David and Katherine will have the baby, Wes and Vanessa are going to start their own family, and Jeff and Nick have been looking to expand their studio. The timing is perfect really. We'll go to the beach house this summer, you can even bring Tana and Quinn along if you like, and then we'll move to New York so that you can go to school. I'll work on my music at home while you start to take over the fashion world."
"Are you sure? Cause I really don't mind moving to LA," Kurt told him but his resolve was breaking and Blaine knew it.
Blaine sat forward and grabbed hold of his hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss. "I'm positive."
Kurt's face broke out into a huge grin. "Ok then. Parsons it is."
Once they finished breakfast, they migrated to the living room and cuddled together on the couch in front of the fireplace. They continued to discuss their future plans, their goals and their dreams. Blaine admitted that he was a bit nervous about venturing away from The Warblers to start his solo music career. It had been talked about amongst the guys recently and while his friends were completely supportive and they all knew from the beginning that there would be an end of the road for them, Blaine was still worried.
"It's easy with the guys," Blaine explained. "We're a unit. My failure means their failure, my success means their success and vice versa. We're good together. We know exactly what needs to be done to succeed. We've been singing together for ten years. There's no trying to figure things out, there's no trial and error with us. But by myself? I have to figure out who I am as an artist, how I want to approach my career. I have to figure out what kind of music I want to write and what message I want to send. It's like starting all over again. It's a bit daunting."
"Blaine, honey," Kurt said, fighting back a grin. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're kind of being ridiculous."
"I am not," Blaine replied defensively. "These are legitimate concerns, Kurt. How can you say that I'm being ridiculous?"
"Have you told the guys your worries?" Kurt asked instead of answering. Blaine shook his head. "Why not?"
Blaine breathed out and looked away. "Because..."
"Because?"
"Because they would say I'm being ridiculous," Blaine snapped though a smirk played at his lips. "But I'm not, ok? What if I'm not what people want? What if I'm only famous because The Warblers as a whole is what made me appealing? Fame is very fickle, Kurt. What if I put myself out there and completely fail?"
Kurt pursed his lips and sighed. "Look, I get it. You're scared. But you're a performer, Blaine. You're meant to find the spotlight. You can't shy away from your greatness just because you're afraid that you aren't great enough. You have a gift and it wouldn't be right to let you hide that away."
"I know," Blaine said, looking down at their intertwined hands. "I just...I can't help but doubt myself. I have these moments where I think, 'Where would I be if the guys hadn't found me? How far would I have really gotten without them?' I know it sounds crazy but sometimes I really feel like I wouldn't be anything without the guys, like I was never good enough to be on my own so by the grace of God the guys came and saved me."
"Where's all this coming from?" Kurt asked gently. "I always thought that being a solo artist was your main goal, your biggest dream."
"It is," Blaine confirmed with a nod. "I don't know. I guess a part of me still hears my dad telling me how I'll never make it."
"Your dad? This has to do with your parents?"
Blaine was quiet for a moment, contemplative. Kurt watched him gather his thoughts, his thumb caressing Blaine's hand. Blaine finally nodded and looked up at Kurt with a sadness he'd never seen. "There's this part of me that really doesn't feel great enough. I feel like I'm in this constant state of fear that my career is going to suddenly crumble beneath me and on top of the rubble will be my father. I mean, why do you think I was so worried about telling you what happened with Sebastian? Or why I was so willing to go to the Montgomery's on my own?" Kurt shrugged and shook his head. "It's because I was terrified that you'd reject me; that it would change how you felt about me."
"Blaine," Kurt breathed out.
"Yeah, the guys and I have had a great career so far," Blaine continued. "But it's the guys and me, not just me. I put on this façade of being confident and in a lot of ways, I am. But I also have this very real fear of rejection. I hate to blame my parents, but that's where it all stems from. Even from Cooper. We're close now, but I grew up in his shadow. I've overcome a lot in my life but...this is something that I still struggle with."
Kurt's heart broke at Blaine's confession. How could someone as incredible as his Blaine have so much self-doubt? Even in that very moment, Kurt could see the vulnerability, the fear of rejection. He closed the space between them and kissed Blaine passionately. "I will never reject you, Blaine Devon Anderson. Not ever. I accept you for everything you are and for everything you're not. Always remember that." Blaine smiled at him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We're in this together. I can't stop you from failing, but I can promise to make it safe if you do."
Blaine rested his forehead on Kurt's and inhaled deeply, surrounding himself with Kurt's scent, his strength. "You're everything I could've ever asked for, everything I could ever need," he whispered.
"And I will be here," Kurt whispered back. "For always and forever."
Blaine woke up the next morning to an empty bed once again. He glanced outside, assuming Kurt was out there sketching, but the patio was empty. He listened for the sound of the shower but heard nothing. "Kurt?" he called as he sat up but received no response. "Baby?"
Blaine stretched and stood up, shivering at the coldness of the hardwood floor. He thought about slipping his shirt on but decided against it and went in search of his love in nothing but boxer briefs. It didn't take long for Blaine to find him and the sight before his eyes made him hungry for something other than the breakfast Kurt was cooking. Blaine slowly walked towards him, careful not to make any sounds. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's naked body and pressed himself against Kurt's ass. Kurt moaned out in surprise, arching his ass up to Blaine's cock. Blaine kissed a spot on the back of Kurt's neck, one hand traveling down tantalizing.
"Good morning," Blaine purred into Kurt's ear, his fingers wrapping around Kurt's long cock.
"Good morning," Kurt replied breathlessly, his head thrown back on Blaine's shoulder.
His eyes were closed, his breathing labored as Blaine slowly pumped. Kurt pressed his ass against Blaine's erection with a sudden need. They had stayed away from doing anything anal until they bonded, but that didn't stop Kurt from imagining what it would feel like to have Blaine deep inside him. The vibrator Santana gave him for his birthday had opened his mind to a new world. He would never tell her, but after the first few times he used it, he went online and bought a dildo that he felt best replicated Blaine's cock. He used it more often than he cared to admit and he was desperate for the real thing.
"Blaine," Kurt moaned, forcing himself to look back down at the stove. "You're going to make me burn breakfast."
"Wouldn't that be a shame?" Blaine replied with a chuckle. He pumped Kurt a few more times before releasing him and backing away. He smirked to himself at the whine that escaped Kurt's lips. "I see you've taken a liking to the, 'cooking in the nude' rule," he teased as he leaned on the counter.
Kurt cleared his throat. "Actually," he started, his voice an octave higher. He turned off the stove and moved the pan to another burner. He walked to Blaine with his eyes down. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and Kurt looked up through his lashes, resting his hands on Blaine's chest. It was then that Blaine noticed Kurt wasn't wearing his cuff. "I was thinking today could just be naked day."
Blaine's eyes softened though there was a fire in them. "Naked day, huh?" He asked, his hand trailing down Kurt's ass. Kurt bit his lip and nodded. Blaine slipped a single finger in-between Kurt's ass cheeks, Kurt arching his back to the touch. "And what would naked day consist of exactly?"
Kurt smirked, his face flushed. "Everything," he said just above a whisper. "Anything," he brought his hand up to Blaine's curls and tugged on them hard. "Make me yours."
Blaine crashed their lips together and squeezed Kurt's ass. Kurt kissed him back hungrily, wanting more, needing more. He bit Blaine's lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, moaning unashamedly as Blaine kneaded his ass. When they parted, their pupils were blown, their breathing heavy. Kurt hooked his fingers into Blaine's boxer briefs and lowered them as he got on his knees. He looked up at Blaine as he licked the underside of Blaine's cock, their breakfast completely forgotten.
Their day went by agonizingly slow. They teased and licked and sucked and bit different parts of their bodies but not once did either of them orgasm. As soon as one got close to the edge, the other would pull away and they'd kiss until the need for release subsided. They didn't talk much throughout the day either. They were too focused on not ravishing each other just yet to actually talk. Kurt felt like he had a permanent flush on his body the entire day. Blaine followed him around, his eyes hungrily consuming every inch of Kurt's body. Kurt would look over his shoulder, their eyes would meet, and his body would feel like it was set on fire. Blaine would then walk away with a smirk. Once Kurt gained his composure, he would search for Blaine and then lean on the wall when he found him. He would wait there, his lissome body on display, until Blaine could no longer handle not touching him. When Blaine approached him, Kurt smirked and challenged him with his eyes, daring him to make a move. Throughout the day, Blaine would give in and be the first to touch, to taste. But once nightfall came, Blaine held back his desire.
They had just finished eating dinner when Kurt leaned against the kitchen table. Blaine put the dishes in the sink to wash later and slowly walked around the table. Kurt felt Blaine's presence behind him and he waited with anticipation, desperate for Blaine to touch him again. Blaine walked around Kurt, placing his hands on each side of him and leaned over as if to kiss him. The moment Kurt closed his eyes though, Blaine smirked and swiftly backed away. Kurt exhaled shakily and watched Blaine walk away in disbelief. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't keep holding back. It was time.
Blaine sat on the couch with his eyes closed, his head resting back and his legs wide open. Being naked all day had been freeing, but also frustrating. He wasn't sure when they decided to tease each other mercilessly all day but he didn't think he could take anymore. If he didn't release soon he was going to go crazy. He had to admit though, he did enjoy watching Kurt squirm underneath him and then whine when they stopped short of coming. He wondered if other couples had as much fun teasing each other as they did. Kurt and he already had an incredibly satisfying sex life and he couldn't wait to see what it would be like once they bonded.
"Blaine?"
Blaine opened his eyes and noticed that all the lights had been turned off. Kurt's voice was quiet, shy even, and it made Blaine's heart hammer in his chest. "Yes, love?"
Kurt took a step back, the tiniest of smiles playing at his lips. "Will you take a bath with me?"
Blaine smiled and nodded, exhaling slowly. "I'd love to."
Kurt held out his hand and waited for Blaine to take it before walking to the bathroom. The tub was already filled with warm water and there were lit candles on the sink. Blaine got in first, leaving his arms and legs open for Kurt to sit in-between. Kurt made himself comfortable, his back resting on Blaine's chest, and breathed deeply. Blaine lifted their left hands and intertwined their fingers.
"I love seeing my name on your wrist," Blaine spoke softly, leaving a gentle kiss on Kurt's cheek.
"No more sleeping with cuffs after tonight," Kurt replied as Blaine peppered kisses on his neck. "You'll be able to creepily stare at my wrist while I sleep all you want," he teased.
Blaine poked him in the ribs, a smirk on his lips. "I do not creepily stare at you while you sleep."
"Yes you do," Kurt said with a nod. "It's ok though. I like it."
"Uh huh," Blaine chuckled. "Don't act like you don't watch me sleep either."
Kurt shrugged a little. "Never said I didn't." Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine continued to leave sweet kisses on his skin. He could feel Blaine's hard cock pressing against his back and he could feel his own erection throbbing with want, but he was in no rush. Laying there in Blaine's arms was perfect. "How are we going to announce me?"
Blaine hummed in contemplation. "Twitter would have the most immediate result. We could tweet a picture of us if you like."
"New Year's night?" Kurt suggested. "Right after we hit midnight? We could take a picture of us in that moment and then have you tweet, 'Happy New Year's from us to you'."
Blaine nodded. "That would work. It'll give us a couple more days of normalcy."
Kurt took a deep breath. "Oh god," he groaned though there was a smile on his lips. "My life is never going to be the same again."
"Nope," Blaine shook his head. "We can wait if you really want to."
Kurt turned his head to look at him. "No. It's time the world knows who I am."
"Are you absolutely sure?" Blaine asked seriously.
"I'm positive," Kurt said with a kiss on Blaine's lips. He settled his head back and grabbed hold of Blaine's arms, wrapping them around his waist.
Blaine kissed down his neck, nuzzling his nose before softly singing.
Before you met me I was alright but things
Were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my Valentine, Valentine
Kurt scoffed good-naturedly as Blaine sang into his ear. "You and your obsession with Katy Perry I swear." Blaine smirked and kept singing.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance, until we die
You and I, will be young forever
Blaine's voice was low and seductive, the melody of the song sensual. Blaine continued to sing directly into Kurt's ear, his hand traveling down until his fingers fully wrapped around Kurt's cock. Kurt began to writhe under Blaine's touch, his ass pressing back against Blaine. He was so close to the edge, an entire day of buildup making him hyper sensitive to the slightest touch. But he refused to cum. He refused to let go. He wanted to wait until they were bonded. He needed to wait until Blaine was deep inside him.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered and Blaine stopped pumping immediately.
"I think we're done with this bath," Blaine replied, his voice thick with arousal.
Kurt nodded vigorously. "Yeah. Definitely done." Kurt quickly got out of the tub and grabbed a towel to dry himself. "I'm going to get everything set up," he rattled as he exited the bathroom. Blaine watched him curiously before unplugging the bathtub.
Kurt set the bottle of lube on the bedside table and realized that nothing else needed to be set up. It would just be them, their promises, and their love. He shook his hair in the towel and walked over to the bay windows. He drew the curtains open, the full moon's light shining through. He glanced around the room, searching for something to do but found nothing. He took a shaky breath and looked outside. He wrung his hands and closed his eyes, taking deep slow breaths. Why was he suddenly so nervous? This was everything he wanted, everything he could ever dream of. Why was he so anxious? He felt Blaine's arms wrap around his waist and he instantly relaxed.
"You're shaking," Blaine whispered.
Kurt turned around in Blaine's embrace and tossed the towel aside. "Just nervous I guess."
Blaine raised his hand to Kurt's face and caressed his cheek. "Don't be. It's just you and me, love."
Kurt melted at the touch and nodded. Blaine grabbed hold of his hand and led them to the bed. They climbed on and knelt in the middle facing each other. They smiled at each other, allowing their souls to call out for the other. It was magnetic the way their left hands gravitated together. Their palms met in-between them and a single red string emerged from each of their middles fingers. A second string emerged, and then a third, and without conscious thought, they were sent to the Lands of Mira.
Blaine felt himself walking, but he didn't feel the ground beneath him. He felt himself moving towards something, but he couldn't feel his body. He looked around him and all he could see was brilliant luminance though he couldn't find its source.
"Blaine," Kurt's voice echoed through his entire being and Blaine turned to it, overjoyed to see his love walking his way.
Blaine reached out for him, though he couldn't feel his hand. "Kurt," he spoke, surprised by the strength in his voice when he meant it as a whisper. "You look so young."
"You too," Kurt smiled, entranced by how beautiful Blaine looked. "You look just like you did when we met in the park."
"I do?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. Even then you were the most beautiful boy I'd ever
seen."
Blaine's smile widened. "I was so lost that day. I don't know what I would've done without you."
"It's a good thing you'll never have to find out," Kurt said.
They looked into each other's eyes, into each other's souls, and prepared to say their promises. But their souls were suddenly lifted higher and were engulfed in an overwhelming energy. "My children," The Mira spoke, its voice a mix of genders. "I welcome thee to my Lands, for you are the purest of souls to grace my presence in several lifetimes. You love truly and without question. You trust with your soul and allow your hearts to guide you. You accept what is and what is not. You, my children, are the reason I thrive, the reason I exist," The Mira moved to Kurt and spoke in his ear, its words reaching only Kurt's soul. "Never doubt him for he will never tell you lies. Believe in the love you have. Believe in the bond you've created. Remember that he is yours and yours alone," The Mira moved to Blaine. "Never underestimate how he feels. Never forget that he is more fragile than he knows. He needs you to be strong, to be brave. Remember that he needs your protection even when he doesn't," The Mira backed away and wrapped itself around them. "My children, I bestow my blessing upon thee. Go forth and become one."
Kurt and Blaine turned to each other, The Mira's energy thrumming through them.
"I, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, bond myself to thee, Blaine Devon Anderson, for all of eternity."
"I, Blaine Devon Anderson, bond myself to thee, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, for all of eternity."
Their souls collided and spun together, the world around them vanishing.
Kurt inhaled sharply, his eyes shifting to their hands. Millions of red strings wrapped their hands and wrists entirely, tying a bow on top before vanishing. He looked up and his eyes met Blaine's. There was a sparkle in them that Kurt had never seen, a new sort of passion and he knew that his own eyes had the same. They lowered their hands, their eyes locked.
"Hi," Kurt breathed, his heartbeat racing faster than he could ever remember.
"Hi," Blaine said back. He took both of Kurt's hands, brought them to his lips, and kissed them. "Our hands were meant to hold each other, fearlessly and forever. It's never really felt like I've been getting to know you. It's always felt like I was remembering you from something. As if in every lifetime that you and I have ever lived, we have chosen to come back and fall in love again over and over for all eternity. And I just feel so lucky that I found you so soon in this lifetime. Because all I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you."
Kurt breathed out a laugh and looked away, shaking his head. "I'm never going to be able to top anything you say or do," he said and the smile on Blaine's face widened. "I mean, how do I respond to that, Blaine? How are you even real?"
Blaine cupped Kurt's face and kissed him lovingly. "I ask myself that same thing about you every day," he said breathlessly.
One simple kiss and Blaine felt like his every pore was erupting. He remembered this feeling; it was reminiscent of what he felt with his random hookups. It was an intoxicating sort of love and he truly understood now why he felt so empty after. Because now, the love was real, the bond was real, and the emotions surrounding them were unlike anything he could ever imagine. Kurt felt it too, the overwhelming drowning of emotions. He couldn't move. It was like he was paralyzed, unable to breathe, looking into Blaine's eyes as if they held the answer to the meaning of life. In many ways, they did. They held the answers to his life, their lives together, and nothing would ever compare.
Their lips crashed together with ferocity. All thoughts were gone. All they could do was feel. It was animalistic even, the way Blaine's teeth scraped Kurt's tongue, the way Kurt's fingers tugged on Blaine's curls, the way their bodies knew exactly what to do. Blaine pushed Kurt back on the bed and kissed down his neck, nipping and marking and sucking with unadulterated passion.
"Blaine," Kurt groaned. He needed so much more. His body was on fire, his being shivering from the inside out with such desire that it made Kurt's head spin. This wasn't the time for teasing. This wasn't the night for sweet, slow love making like they planned. They had an entire lifetime for that. This was the night for passion, for them to give into their desires completely, and Blaine was taking entirely too long to get there.
Blaine understood Kurt's need instantly. He had been trying to go slow, to savor the moment. But the desperation in his soul was driving him mad. The need in Kurt's voice was more than enough to let his desires take over. He reached for the lube and looked down at Kurt, his eyes dark, his breathing heavy. "How do you want this?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Like this," Kurt answered instantly. "I want to see you."
Blaine nodded and popped the top. He poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers, closed the lid, and set it aside for the time being. Kurt watched entranced as Blaine raised his leg and set it on top of Blaine's shoulder. Blaine kept his eyes locked with Kurt's as he inserted a single digit. Kurt hissed from the intrusion but then moaned with a growl. Blaine felt amazing inside him, so amazing in fact that he had to force himself not to cum yet. Kurt held unto the sheets and moved his hips with the rhythm of Blaine's finger. Blaine inserted a second, and then a third, and nearly salivated at the sight. Kurt was fucking himself on Blaine's fingers and Blaine was aching to be inside him. As if he read Blaine's mind, Kurt nodded frantically, throwing his head back with a moan.
Blaine grabbed the lube, poured some on his hand, and slathered it on his leaking cock. He lined himself with Kurt and inserted just the head, allowing both of them time to adjust to all the emotions coursing through them. Kurt howled in pleasure as Blaine's cock went deeper inside him. There weren't enough words in the human language to truly describe just how mind-blowing it felt. Once fully inside, Blaine dropped Kurt's leg and laid down on top of him. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist and time suddenly stood still. The desperation, the need, the fire inside still thrived, but it was no longer wild. It was controlled, embracing them entirely.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered as Blaine slowly pulled out and pushed back in. "I love you, always and forever."
"I love you," Blaine replied, his voice awestruck. "Always and forever."
There was no sense of time as they made slow, passionate love. There were no words, no thoughts. Their eyes never strayed from each other, their mouths just barely touching. Blaine kissed Kurt lightly, their noses brushing. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing else in the world would ever matter. They made love for hours, neither moving more than their hips or their lips. It was late into night when they came, their bodies connected so entirely that there was no beginning or end. Their souls were one, their bond unbreakable. They were complete.
