Author's Note:

So, uhm, if you need a warning for sexy stuff? Consider yourself warned. This is where the mature rating kicks in. Ahem. *Scuttles away to hide in a corner*

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Chapter 19: Perfect With You

Once the spell was broken and they were finally officially together, Kurt found out that the charm, affection and little attentions Blaine had shown him before were nothing to the love Blaine showered him with now.

The day of their first date was magical from the moment Kurt woke up, to delicious smells from the kitchen and Blaine's incandescent smile the moment he saw Kurt. Kurt may have curtailed the poodles' usual morning walk because the lure of a cooked breakfast was too strong to resist. When he got home, he practically inhaled the food Blaine set in front of him – so good!

Because it was raining, Blaine gave him an umbrella as a present, and Kurt beamed as he opened it and offered Blaine his arm. For a moment, he felt like they were in a 1950s musical. He imagined the both of them tap-dancing down the street and had to tamp down his laughter.

Blaine took them to a gigantic museum where there was an exhibit about sea animals. The hall it was in was gorgeous. Kurt couldn't stop staring everywhere – there was something so soothing about this ocean atmosphere.

They didn't have to go far for lunch, yet they still got drenched before they reached the restaurant. Kurt's hair was a wet, flat mess. He tried to get it back into shape using his emergency comb and the hair dryer in the restroom, but it stubbornly kept flopping down into his eyes. Ugh.

Kurt shrugged at his reflection and went back to the booth he shared with Blaine. Blaine had seen him in all sorts of sorry states – in clothes with grass and mud stains from his dog walks, in ratty sleep T-shirts, with a bedhead, sweaty in his workout gear – and he still hadn't run for the hills, had he? So Kurt didn't need to impress him at all, he could just be his floppy-banged self.

After another dog walk, Blaine bundled Kurt up in a blanket and they cuddled on the sofa, drinking tea and watching Casablanca. Once the tea cups were on the coffee table, Kurt tugged Blaine on top of him and threw the blanket over them both. They traded lazy kisses, and Kurt ran his hands over Blaine's back, slowly, grinning when that elicited a pleased hum and a flutter of Blaine's lashes.

Later that afternoon, they went to The Sweetest Thing bakery. Kurt guessed they both qualified as crazy for starting to plan their wedding while on their first date, but he really couldn't care less. After all, they'd been living together for over a year, hadn't they? They'd shared a bed and everything. They knew they suited each other well. So far, the only thing they hadn't done together was have sex. And wow, that thought made his stomach swoop.

Mrs Peters was friendly and accommodating. She wasn't fazed at all when Kurt started detailing exactly what he wanted on his wedding cake and started sketching it out on the napkins meant for the taste-testing. She nodded and smiled and made suggestions to enhance the design. When at long last, Kurt was happy with his final sketch, he looked up and saw that the table was a mess of discarded scribbled-on napkins, and he hurried to apologise.

Mrs Peters waved that off with a laugh. "It's good to see someone who's this passionate about their cake. Most of the time, if I want to know what design the couples want, I have to show them tons of pictures and they take ages to make up their mind. You know exactly what you're going for. I like that."

Then, they tried out the different kinds of cake the bakery had on offer, and Kurt started to fidget a little when he was on his fifth piece of cake and still hadn't tasted anything he liked. When the next cake hit his taste-buds, though, he beamed. Now THAT was more like it, and he was quick to say so.

Blaine had no objection, so that was their wedding cake sorted out. Kurt looked at the sweet Mrs Peters and wondered whether she'd be smiling like that if she knew they'd only been together for a day and weren't engaged at all.

I bet she wouldn't… I really should talk to Blaine about this situation. It's ridiculous. But then why does it feel so right?

Mrs Peters filled in the order form, and asked for the wedding date.

Oops, busted!

But Blaine just told the baker that they hadn't decided on the venue yet, and summed up the dates for the top three. Mrs Peters didn't so much as blink when Kurt and Blaine started discussing the venues, and just asked them to repeat the dates so she could write them down.

Huh. I guess we're not the first indecisive couple she's dealt with.

Before they left, Blaine paid half of the price of the wedding cake, and Kurt went pale when he heard the amount.

"The remainder will have to be paid three weeks before the wedding date," the sales assistant told Blaine, who nodded and smiled at her with a "We'll be back!"

Wow. I guess we're really doing this, then.

Part of Kurt was excited and thrilled. Another part just wanted to laugh hysterically.

Blaine didn't seem to think this was at all odd, though. As soon as they stepped out of the bakery, he was already on the phone calling their top two venues for an appointment, and five minutes later, they were whizzing to the New York Public Library in a cab.

Whatever qualms Kurt had all flew out of his head the moment he climbed the steps to the library and went in.

What a place! He loved EVERYTHING about it. The ceilings, the lighting, the staircases, the atmosphere. It was all phenomenal. More importantly, it felt right for them. Kurt could totally picture Blaine standing there at the front in a gorgeous black tux, and looking at Kurt like he'd hung the moon and the stars in the sky. He could picture his friends and family sitting here, and he even knew what decorations he wanted. Yes, if they really did get married, this was the place where it would happen.

Blaine smiled at Kurt when he voiced his thoughts, and without any more ado, he went to the front desk to book the venue for the fourteenth of July.

Kurt had the feeling that whatever he'd want for their wedding, he would only have to snap his fingers and Blaine would make it happen, like a genie from a lamp. Only, it had to be Blaine's dream wedding, too, so he told Blaine he'd be quite happy to check out the Bowery Ballroom too. Kurt had lost his heart to the Library, but if Blaine preferred Bowery, well, marriage was about compromise, wasn't it?

Blaine chuckled at the way Kurt stumbled over his sentences in his eagerness to prove to Blaine that this didn't have to be all Kurt's choice, and just shook his head. "I'll cancel the appointment at the Bowery Ballroom, beautiful. It's not a problem at all. I love the Library too."

Even though they'd eaten a lot of cake, the both of them were hungry again, and they decided on Thai takeout before the poodles' evening walk. This time, Kurt insisted on paying, telling Blaine he'd spent quite enough money for one day.

When they went to bed, Blaine apologised, apparently under the impression that their first date had been a disappointment for Kurt.

Kurt was quick to set him right, with words and with kisses. This time, he was on top of Blaine, and he took advantage of his position to nibble at Blaine's neck and suck a hickey on his collar bone. That made Blaine gasp and writhe and buck up as if he couldn't help himself, and Kurt moaned when that caused delicious friction.

The next thing Kurt knew, Blaine had grabbed his butt, and they were rutting together as people possessed.

It took him only minutes to come so hard he saw stars. He kept moving until Blaine froze, gripped Kurt's ass more tightly still and moaned high and long.

Then Kurt flopped off Blaine's chest and turned on his side facing Blaine.

Kurt smiled and gave Blaine a bunny kiss. "Hey."

Blaine's answering smile was a bit loopy. "Hey."

"That was not how I'd expected my first time to go," Kurt giggled, and wrinkled his nose. "Coming in my pants like I'm fifteen again. Gross."

Blaine's smile fell off his face in an instant, and Kurt could see a new apology coming.

"But it was perfect," Kurt stressed, before Blaine could speak. "It was perfect, because I got to share this with you."

He cupped Blaine's face and kissed him again.

"Next time, we'll just have to remember to lose the clothes before we have sex, okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Okay."

Kurt yawned. "Quick clean-up? I'll bring you another pair of boxers."

Kurt slipped out of bed to fetch a wash cloth, new pyjama pants for himself and boxers for Blaine.

"Hips up," he commanded when he came back, and he stripped Blaine quickly of the soiled boxers and cleaned him up. That made Blaine's dick twitch.

"Ready for another go?" Kurt laughed. "Maybe we've really become teenagers again!"

Kurt gave Blaine's dick a few experimental tugs, and smirked when that made it swell up.

"You too," Blaine commanded. "Pants off."

Kurt kicked off his pants and tried not to feel self-conscious as Blaine's eyes roved over him.

"Gorgeous," Blaine breathed. "You're so gorgeous."

Kurt felt his face heat up, and looked away, but Blaine hooked a finger under his chin and turned his head to face Blaine again. "Don't go shy on me, beautiful. You're gorgeous, every inch of you."

Blaine's eyes shifted down, and he asked, "Can I…?"

Now Kurt's cock twitched too, and they both laughed. Kurt quickly grabbed his lube from the nightstand and squirted some onto his own hand and then on Blaine's.

"Go ahead," he said. "Together?"

As soon as Kurt felt Blaine wrap his hand around him, he knew this wouldn't last long at all. It just felt too good. He tightened his hold on Blaine's dick, and heard him whimper and moan. He chanced a glance at Blaine's face, and felt a wave of affection go through him when he saw Blaine's blissed-out expression. His eyes were closed, his lashes nestled against his cheeks and fluttering the tiniest bit, and he was smiling slightly.

Kurt let his eyes wander. He'd seen Blaine naked before, of course, but back then, he'd made an effort to look away and not stare. Now, he did stare. He lingered on Blaine's strong shoulders and arms, his tiny waist, the little belly that was somehow more attractive than a six-pack would have been, his powerful thighs and pretty ankles. But most of all, he focused on the dick his hand was working over – rock hard under the velvety soft skin, with a glistening wet top that produced more and more precome the longer Kurt slid his fist up and down over it.

Meanwhile, Kurt was teetering on the brink himself with every move Blaine's hand made, and little moans escaped him every time the upper fingers passed the rim of his cock head and sent a sensation through him that was nothing short of electric. It made him increase his own pace, until his fist was a blur over Blaine's dick and Blaine's stomach tensed up. And then Blaine's hand made a twisting move, and Kurt was coming, coming, coming.

When the waves of pleasure ebbed, he realised he was gripping Blaine's dick way too hard. He loosened his hold a little, and felt warm wetness dribbling over his fist.

"That was amazing," Blaine sighed.

Kurt looked at him. "You… You came too?"

Blaine giggled. "Just after you did. You look so hot when you come. I just…"

"Next time, we're taking turns," Kurt declared. "I want to see you fall apart, too."

Blaine grinned at him. "Okay."

"But that will be for tomorrow. I'm so – YAWN – tiiiired!"

They went to the bathroom to wash their hands, and Kurt wet another washcloth to wipe their dicks and bellies clean.

Kurt yawned again, his jaw cracking, and Blaine steered him back to bed and took him in his arms. "Sleep, beautiful."

"Sweet dreams, honey."

K&B

Kurt slept like a rock after that, right through his alarm, and when he finally woke up, he found that Blaine had already taken the dogs on their morning walk and was now sitting at the foot of the bed, fully dressed.

Blaine smiled at Kurt and held out a mug of coffee.

Kurt sipped from it, and then drank more deeply, his brain becoming more alert the more caffeine hit his blood stream.

"Why didn't you just wake me up?" Kurt asked, blinking and squinting at the too bright sunlight.

"You were sleeping so peacefully. Like an angel, beautiful. I couldn't bear disturbing you."

Kurt scoffed, and then his eyes widened and he grabbed Blaine's arm. "Oh! You didn't forget about Snowball and Summer and Titus, did you?"

Blaine grinned and shook his head. "All taken care of."

Kurt sighed in relief. "Good. Good. Wow I… I haven't slept this late in years. Even in Ohio, I get up at seven thirty. Eight a.m., tops. We need to get into bed earlier."

Blaine grinned. "Sure, beautiful."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "To sleep, I mean!"

"Whatever you say, beautiful."

Now Blaine was full-out smirking, and not so subtly staring at Kurt's cock, which was, yes, hard again. Hello, morning wood.

Kurt drained his coffee mug and ran to the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth. When he came back, he hugged Blaine from behind, hooked a finger under Blaine's bow tie and tugged, whispering into Blaine's ear, "Somebody's wearing way too many clothes."

Blaine's breath hitched for a moment. Then, he turned around in Kurt's arms, his lashes low and his voice dark caramel. "Maybe this is your next gift, waiting for you to unwrap it. There's a bow and everything."

"Mmm, yes, there is," Kurt purred, and he deftly undid the knot. He made quite a production of undressing Blaine, running his hands all over his chest and back and making sure to rub over his nipples until they stood at attention. When Blaine was naked from the waist up, Kurt kneeled to pay just as much attention to Blaine's legs while opening his belt and unbuttoning his pants, teasing him by rubbing over his inner thighs with his thumbs until Blaine started breathing faster and then groaned, "Kuuuuuurt!"

"What is it, honey? I'm just being careful with the package."

Blaine snorted. "The package is about to explode, so you'd better hurry up and get me naked or I'm going to come in my pants again."

Kurt conceded the point and took Blaine's pants and boxers off without any more teasing.

"Lie down," he commanded, and Blaine obediently flopped down on the bed, grinning up at Kurt.

"Can I… Can I use my mouth on you?" Kurt asked, and watched Blaine's eyes widen and darken.

"Yes. Of course."

Blaine was nodding like a bobble-head now, and Kurt giggled as he took Blaine's dick in his hand and then bowed down to fit his mouth over it.

Blaine let out a strangled sound that made Kurt slide his mouth off his cock and look up again. "Yeah, I know I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to do. Just… Tell me what feels good and what doesn't, okay? Tell me."

"No, no… That… You… It was just… Guh… That felt so good!"

"Ah. Okay. So much the better. Still. Tell me. Here I go again."

And once more, Kurt sank his mouth over Blaine's dick.

Blaine started babbling, his voice higher than its usual pitch. "Oh, yes. Oh, God. Oh, wow. Beautiful, your mouth. So good. I don't…. This is… not gonna last. Like… not at all. Oh, do that again! Please? With your tongue? Ah! Yes! Ahh! That feels… Oh my God. Kurt. Kurt! Kuuuuuuurt!"

And with that, spurts of come filled Kurt's mouth. So much of it that he couldn't swallow it all and some dripped down his chin.

Before he could get self-conscious about that, though, Blaine had cupped his face in both hands and was licking it off and then kissing Kurt, wild, dirty kisses that made his pulse race and left him a little light-headed.

"Your turn now," Blaine announced, and pushed Kurt onto the bed. As his mouth slid over Kurt's cock, Kurt had only one thought. Best Sunday morning EVER.