Day 8 – True Love (Elton John and Kiki Dee)
Honeymooners at last alone
Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel walked slowly down the hotel hallway towards their room, arms around one another's waists and Blaine's head on Kurt's shoulder. Ties and top buttons were undone, and shiny new rings sparkled on their fingers.
"Long day," Blaine sighed contentedly.
"Good day," Kurt countered, giving his new husband a peck on the cheek.
It was late in the evening, or, more precisely, early in the morning when they finally reached their room. Kurt slipped the keycard out of his pocket and swiped it at the door, huffing at the two tries it took to hear the telltale click.
"I'd carry you across the threshold, but I'm so exhausted, I'm seriously afraid I'll drop you," Blaine said, stifling a yawn.
Kurt nodded in sympathy. "Right back at'cha."
Closing the door behind them and flicking on the light, Kurt let out a small yawn of his own. "Contagious," he muttered sheepishly.
"Adorable," Blaine smiled and leaned forward to capture Kurt's lips in a brief but firm kiss. "Happy?" he whispered, staying close and brushing his nose against his husband's.
"Beyond happy," Kurt replied, kissing him again. Before it could grow too heated, however, Kurt pulled back, an odd expression on his face.
"What's the matter?" Blaine asked.
Kurt wrinkled his nose and looked Blaine up and down. "I say this with all the love in my heart that I have to give, but Blaine…you smell like barn."
Blaine's eyes flew open wide in horror. "I do?" He sniffed his jacket sleeve and shuddered. "Oh, lord. I do. What is that, exactly?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it's better if you just take a shower and don't think about it too much," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded and turned to move towards the bathroom, but paused and returned. He swiftly took a sniff near Kurt's collar. "Um, honey? I hate to say it, but I think you smell like it, too."
"I do not!" Kurt objected. Blaine arched an eyebrow and lifted Kurt's arm by the cuff of his jacket. "Smell," he instructed.
Kurt complied and let out a groan. "Ugh, that's disgusting. I mean, this is designer!" he complained.
Blaine chuckled fondly. "Go ahead, Farmer Kurt. You take the shower first." He guided Kurt by the shoulders towards the bathroom, giving him a quick kiss and then pulling the door closed.
Kurt made quick work of cleaning up, knowing Blaine was tired and waiting to do the same. They switched, and shortly thereafter, Blaine emerged, body wrapped in the hotel bathrobe and hair damp and curly. His breath caught at the sight of his beloved propped up on the bed, clad in a matching robe and slippers, holding the remote control and watching a re-run of Friends on the oversized hotel TV. There was something so domestic and perfect about the sight.
"Come join me, husband," Kurt said softly, patting the space on the bed next to him. Blaine did so, snuggling up close and taking Kurt's free hand in his own, toying with the ring on his third finger.
"I like your slippers," Blaine murmured, rubbing his own bare foot against the fuzzy foot next to it.
"Taking off those shoes was a religious experience," Kurt quipped.
They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, cuddling together and watching the wacky antics of a group of New York twenty-somethings. Kurt had the sound down low and only the bedside lamp on, creating a cozy atmosphere.
"Kurt?" Blaine quietly called, stirring Kurt, who hadn't realized his eyes had slipped closed.
"Hmm?" Kurt responded.
"I, um, I know it's our wedding night, but…" he trailed off.
Kurt shifted to look at Blaine, who was half lying down on his side facing him. He reached out a hand to brush a wayward curl from Blaine's forehead, allowing his fingers to linger gently. "But…?" he prompted.
Blaine hesitated, and then continued, "I know it's our wedding night, but would you be mad at me if we went to sleep right now? It's been such a long day – a wonderful, amazing, surprisingly perfect day - but I'm…" he faltered again.
Kurt smiled warmly and leaned in for a chaste, close-mouthed kiss. "Blaine, I'm so overjoyed to have married you today, and I can't wait for the first time we make love as husbands, but you wanting to go to sleep right now proves to me that I married my one and only true love."
Blaine laughed tiredly, reaching up for another kiss, a little more passionate than the last, but leading nowhere else. Wordlessly, they separated, took off their robes (and Kurt's slippers), and settled in each other's arms under the covers.
"Best. Husband. Ever." Blaine mumbled into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt snored lightly in response. Blaine hummed his approval and followed his true love into sleep.