Day 10 – Truly Madly Deeply (Savage Garden)

As Kurt and Blaine's one-year wedding anniversary approached, Sam mentioned to Blaine that he regretted not having been able to throw a bachelor party for him. Blaine laughed it off, but when he told Kurt about it later, he was surprised that Kurt agreed with Sam. Apparently, Rachel and Santana had said something similar to Kurt a few days earlier.

A few weeks and a bit of planning later, the couple found themselves heading out in different directions on the eve of their anniversary – Kurt with his girls and Blaine with the guys. Much to Blaine's delight, a number of the Warblers were able to join in, as well, making it a mini-reunion of sorts.

Late that evening, the girls dropped Kurt back at his and Blaine's apartment, riding away laughing and singing. Kurt hoped he'd tipped the Uber driver enough. As he turned the key in the lock, he heard a sound that did not bode well for what was on the other side of the door.

"I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasyyyyyyyy," a voice sang. Loudly. Very, very loudly.

"Oh, no," Kurt muttered to himself, swiftly opening the door. Sure enough, there was Blaine, singing with the radio into a soup ladle, clad in boxers and an unbuttoned dress shirt. He twirled across the living room, or perhaps he stumbled…it was hard to tell.

"Dammit, Sam," Kurt groused, crossing the room to where the blonde sat in an armchair, a hand over his mouth as he tried to hide his laughter.

"KURT!" Blaine yelled happily, running over to his husband and falling into his arms. "You're home! I had the best time!" he exclaimed, placing a messy kiss on Kurt's cheek before pulling back and continuing to sing passionately into the ladle. "I'll love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply doooooooo."

"Hello, Blaine," Kurt returned affectionately. It was hard to be mad at Blaine when he was being this cute. "That's lovely, but can you keep it down a little? I don't want to bother the neighbors, okay?"

Blaine nodded, putting the handle of the ladle to his lips and making a shushing sound. He proceeded to sing in a tone that could best be described as a whisper-shout. "I want to stand with you on a mountain…"

Kurt turned to Sam once more. "Sam, you had one job. One job! You know Blaine is a lightweight."

"I'm sorry, man, but it wasn't me. It was those Warblers. They're madmen, I tell ya." Sam stopped and chuckled again at his best friend, who was now lying sideways across another armchair, his head tipped back over the arm as he continued to sing.

"I want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on meeeeee…"

"Geez, he's going to want the sky to fall down on him in the morning, that's for sure," Sam observed.

Kurt strode over to the radio and clicked it off, ignoring the disapproving groan from Blaine. "Annoyingly enough, he never gets hung over. He won't remember much of this in the morning, but he won't be more than a little tired. How did he get this drunk, anyway?" Kurt continued moving around the apartment, picking up Blaine's discarded shoes, socks, pants, and tie.

"I told you, it was those prep school guys. Oh, they're nice enough, and they never overstepped or bothered anyone, but those dudes can party. I went to the bathroom and came back to find Blaine doing body shots off of one of them."

Kurt froze in his tracks, and slowly swiveled his head in Sam's direction. "Sebastian?"

Sam's eyes flew open wide. "No! No, of course not. It was some tall Asian guy."

"Wes?!" Kurt blurted out with a laugh. "But he's straight!"

Sam held up his hands. "Hey. I saw what I saw, and I can't unsee it."

"Truly madly deeply doooo…" Blaine interjected, apparently not needing the music to continue.

"What I can't understand is how he's still got perfect pitch when he's three sheets to the wind," Sam mused.

"I know right?" Kurt agreed, placing the pile of Blaine's clothes on the table. "Anyway, thanks for getting him home. I've got him now. You don't need to stay, but you can crash on the couch if you want," Kurt offered.

"Nah, man. I'm good. I was his DD tonight, so I'm fine to drive." Sam glanced over at his friend. "Night, Blaine. I'm glad you had fun, man."

Blaine waved from where he lay in the chair, his head still upside down. "Bye, Sammy! I love you!"

Sam laughed. "Love you too, bro. Drink some water and listen to Kurt, okay?" he said as if speaking to a child.

"Okay! I love Kurt!" Blaine shouted before returning to humming his song.

Kurt walked Sam to the door. "I don't understand why those guys needed to get drunk to have fun. I went out with my girls and we had a perfectly good time without getting wasted."

Sam simply shrugged and stepped out the door into the hallway. "Eh, to each their own. I'm glad you and the girls had a blast."

Kurt smiled, glancing down momentarily. "Yeah, we really did," he murmured.

Sam opened his mouth to say goodbye, but tilted his head and narrowed his eyes as something caught his attention. "Kurt? Is that…" he leaned in closer. "Is that glitter on your neck?"

"What? No, of course not. Thanks again for getting him home. Drive safely!" Kurt rushed out, hurrying to push Sam back out to the hallway and to close the door behind him. As the door shut, he heard Sam say amusedly, "It looks a lot like the body glitter I used to wear when I was a stripper." Sam's laughter faded as he walked down the hall.

Kurt let out a breath and dropped his head, slumping against the door. He'd tell Blaine about Santana's stripper ambush tomorrow, of course, but he didn't need to deal with Sam's teasing about it tonight.

"Dance with me?" Blaine's voice close to his ear startled Kurt, making him jump. Kurt spun around and saw Blaine standing behind him, arms outstretched. He was swaying slightly, either from the tune in his head or the alcohol, or both.

Kurt shook his head fondly, stepping forward into his husband's waiting arms. "I missed you tonight," Kurt whispered, leading Blaine in a slow circle.

"Missed you too," Blaine mumbled into his shoulder, holding on tightly. "Better with you." He started humming, and Kurt took up the lyrics this time.

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly madly deeply do.

A/N: Give me an angsty song and I turn it into something fluffy and romantic. Give me a lovely romantic song, and I turn it into, well…this.