Well here we are. The end of the story. Kind of fitting to end it just before the show does.
I am just so grateful for all of you for giving this story a chance and for all the love you've given it. I truly love you all.
Of course none of this could have been possible without the best beta I could have asked for, GleekMom. Go give her all your love.
Finally thank you to Glee for existing, for inspiring me, for giving me Klaine. For all the show's faults, I am so happy to be part of this fandom and to have had this show in my life for the past six years. I am so sad to see it go, but man what a journey it has been.
The night drew to a close, the crowd dispersed. Everything had been cleaned, the help dismissed for the night, and Kurt declared that anything left undone could be accomplished tomorrow. He and Blaine had shared every dance together, had laughed and eaten and conversed. If Blaine had been amenable, Kurt was sure they could have convinced the high priest to wed them then and there. However, they had whispered that they both were looking forward to planning a wedding, to making it their day, not Kurt taking advantage of a situation. Plus they both felt they should get the kingdom in order before entering into a state of wedded bliss. Their people had suffered enough, they owed them their immediate attention. For now it was time to retire, and tomorrow they would rise to begin ruling their kingdom, undoing all the wrongs Hunter had plagued the land with during his reign.
Before they retired for the night, Blaine found Mercedes by the door and spoke with her quietly. "He has sent me a letter, asking about how things are going, but mostly he asked about you Mercedes. I think he may want to try again with you. Or perhaps not, but he did ask that you know he thinks of you. Just...consider hearing Sam out? I do not think Brittany every really possessed his heart, and she seems happy enough for now. At least write to him, once, for me." Mercedes nodded, giving Blaine a grateful look before she went off to see the kitchen was set for the evening.
Blaine sighed. He knew the history of Sam and Mercedes, knew that if they could just speak with one another, they could potentially make a match of it. Though Sam was gone for the foreseeable future to spend as much time with his family as he could, everyone knew in their hearts that he would not be gone forever. Blaine hoped that telling Mercedes to try was the right thing to do, but if it could help Sam, a man he considered one of his closest friends, then it would all be worth it. He took in the empty room, seeing only Kurt and Elliot huddled by the throne he now got to call his own. Though the responsibility of the kingdom weighed on him, Blaine was sure that with Kurt by his side the two of them could make their kingdom a wonderful place to live once more. He motioned to his love that he was heading up to bed, and Kurt gave him a signal that he would be right along.
Elliot smiled as Blaine blew a kiss to Kurt, who blushed but returned the gesture. "He's good for you. You two will make excellent leaders to our kingdom. Your parents would be proud."
Kurt smiled, sadly. "I just wish they could have been here to see this, to meet him. They would have loved him, and he them. But life just isn't fair that way I guess. I will just have to do right by their memory, be the best I can be, and love him through it all." He hugged Elliot, wishing him a good night and went up the stairs to the room he shared with Blaine, ready to just sleep until noon after the exhausting day. Yet when he walked in the door and found Blaine stretched out, naked and aroused on their bed, his plans took a turn for the more intimate aspect of their relationship.
"Kurt, come here." Blaine pleaded, moving his hand up and down his shaft. The muted light provided by the candle on their night stand showed it was slicked up by the oil they were now growing low on, given how often it had been used in the last two weeks. Kurt vowed to ask to get a much larger vial if it was to last them any length of time.
The door slammed closed behind him and Kurt stalked towards the bed, stripping away his various layers as he went, reaching the bed in nothing but the thin circlet in his hair. He moved to take it off as well until Blaine urged him to leave it on and join him on the bed.
"I want all of you, the man, the lord, my intended," Blaine whispered, urging Kurt to sit on his lap. He slicked up the fingers of the hand not currently stroking himself, his ring glinting in the light. Kurt lifted up on his knees, gently directing Blaine's fingers to exactly where he wanted...no needed them to be.
One fingertip stroked the skin around Kurt's hole, a brief touch, a small rub, a teasing, fleeting insert that quickly receded. Kurt whined as Blaine became determined to drive him mad. Finally, one finger found its home, pressing inside Kurt all the way in one swift movement. Kurt moaned loudly at the intense feeling it brought. Blaine began to slowly swivel his finger, going in circles, thrusting in and out before Kurt reached behind himself blindly, forcing another of Blaine's fingers against his entrance insistently. When Blaine looked up at him questioningly, Kurt merely glared. "You know I can take it. Despite my skin tone, I am no porcelain doll, I will not break. I want it, so obey your lord and do me right."
Blaine burst out a quick laugh, lifting the hand that had been keeping himself hard and gave a mock salute with a "Sir, yes sir." and thrust a second finger into Kurt, who had admitted he did not mind it a bit rough when he would be on the receiving end. Blaine quickly stretched his fingers, and gave a cursory glance before attempting a third, then yanked Kurt down for a firm kiss when he did so. A muffled yelp turned into an exclamation of Blaine's name when his fingers finally found that spot which never failed to make Kurt a desperate, wanting mess. Several rubs of his fingertips caused a few expletives while pressing against it resulted in Kurt biting Blaine's neck, leaving a ring of teeth marks behind. Blaine retaliated, nipping over Kurt's neck, a trail of bruises and red marks being left behind as he did so.
"Blaiiiiine" Kurt groaned out, his voice rising in pitch, "Fuck. Me. Now."
In a second Blaine yanked his fingers out, causing Kurt to mewl, then ensured the oil covering his cock was still slick, though he hastily poured a bit more to keep the sensation from being painful for the both of them. As soon as the vial was back on the nightstand, Blaine's hands were caught at the wrist by Kurt's, who shoved them up to the headboard, holding them tight with a smirk. His teeth flashed as he saw the ring adorning Blaine's finger, a constant reminder that not only did this man love him, but had agreed to be Kurt's, for now and evermore. He then maneuvered himself so that Blaine's cock was pressed right to his hole and began to lower himself ever so slowly, then lifting himself up and down as a tease for Blaine who looked up at him with an awed expression. Once Kurt had sunk as far as he could, he wiggled a little to get used to the sensation once more. He tentatively let go of Blaine's hands, but when Blaine tried to immediately go for Kurt's trim waist, Kurt pushed them back. "Hold the bars hun, you are in for one wild ride, and you are not allowed to touch until I say so."
Blaine gulped, but did as he was bid, clutching the iron bars for dear life as Kurt began to slowly lift himself up and inch his way back down. Both men loved to tease and torture the other in bed, loved to challenge their lover to break first. It was a delicious game that Kurt usually won, Blaine unable to hold his desire at bay, begging and pleading for mercy and release. Blaine didn't think this time would be any different, already feeling the sweat beading on his forehead, the feeling leaving his fingertips from how hard he was gripping the headboard as Kurt refused to speed up his lazy pace. The friction was nowhere near enough, despite the tightness, and Blaine longed for the frantic, animalistic lover that still dwelled within Kurt's heart. The curse may have been lifted, but some part of that beast still lived in Kurt, and Blaine loved to bring it out.
"Kurt...my Lord...oh gods, please have mercy on me," Blaine stuttered out as Kurt gave some new twist to his hips as he descended. Kurt smiled with triumph, knowing he had won, and planted his palms on Blaine's chest, digging his nails in just a bit before speeding up his movements. Blaine let out a sigh of satisfaction. Blaine's knees bent, his feet scrambling for purchase on the bed, until finally settling with his legs providing almost a seat for Kurt to lean back against, which also lifted Blaine's hips up, ever so slightly. Kurt lifted one hand up, a tiny touch along Blaine's chest and neck, and then found a home in Blaine's now sweat dampened curls. A hard tug had Blaine near screaming, as Kurt pulled and tugged.
The other hand went to circle Kurt's cock, but he could feel himself falling with nothing there to support him. "Blaine," he said "You can touch me, get those lovely hands on me now before I fall." Blaine's hands flew to grasp Kurt's waist. They worked in tandem, Kurt stroking and pulling his own cock while Blaine worked Kurt up and down his. Blaine's grip on Kurt's hips was near bruising, his pace brutal, but Kurt urged him on, gasping out instructions of "Harder...faster" and Blaine complied, all while having his hair playfully yanked. All too soon, they both knew the end was upon them.
Finally, Blaine could not take anymore. Kurt was clenching down on him, and he could feel the burn in all his muscles. With one last thrust, he gave in, letting go of the massijve orgasm he had been holding at bay. Kurt followed, his hand flying over himself as his release rushed through him, thick white cum painting Blaine's torso while both men screamed to the high heavens in their bliss. Blaine tried to keep thrusting through the aftershocks, but it was like every bit of him was ready to give out, and he collapsed. Kurt fell atop him, both panting for breath. They were covered in fluid, but uncaring for the state of their bodies or the linens under them, only for the person they loved in their arms. Blaine planted a kiss on Kurt's forehead, spying the askew circlet in his hair and laughing. He reached up and tugged it from Kurt's hair, laying it on the nightstand, and felt himself shrink enough to fall out of Kurt, his cum dribbling out, soaking them both.
Kurt snuggled further into Blaine's chest, heedless of the mess that coated them both, just content to stay wrapped in the arms of the man he loved. Their breathing slowed, their eyes fluttered closed, and they were lost to the world of sleep. Though they both knew they would regret falling asleep without cleaning up, neither could care when it meant falling into the utter contentment that came with sleeping with the one person they could not live without. Forever with each other was all that mattered, it would be waiting for them come morning. They both knew their happily ever after was just the beginning.
Five years later...
Kurt stood on a balcony overseeing his kingdom, smiling as the sun began to set. It had been hard work to get the kingdom restored to its former glory since his reign had begun. Some of the wealthier people resisted his programs to help the less fortunate. Some of the churches protested allowing magic back in the realm. He and Blaine had tried their hardest to placate them, but the more fervent cults had protested the realm being controlled by deviants. That had been the last straw for Kurt, and those men had been told their beliefs were not welcome in his lands, so they were welcome to leave them at once.
It had nearly started a small war when that particular decree had gone out, but when it became apparent that the neighbouring kingdoms backed Kurt's rule, the cults gave in and receded to far flung parts of the world to practise without recrimination. Kurt had hated to do it, but he had spent a lifetime not being himself, hated for who and what he was due to magic and unjust laws. He would not allow others to suffer as he had. And he couldn't risk the cults teaming up with rogue magic users or finding out about his previous state.
Blaine had been his rock throughout it all. Though they did not agree on every policy, Kurt never made his intended feel like he did not have a say in how things were to be run. They appointed several ministers to help them at impasses and see to smaller issues so they could concentrate on keeping the land running as it should be. Even if it meant that Cooper often pleaded to be appointed every other month, claiming his many travels left him best suited for a place, but Blaine would gently remind him of his place on the farm, and his budding romance with Rachel that would leave him no time for politics. Kurt had always had his doubts that the dalliance would last any longer than Cooper's previous romances, but Cooper and Rachel had been dancing around one another for years, so he would keep his peace until the inevitable 'I told you so' was needed.
For now though, he was content with how things were. Peace throughout the land, the populace was happier, his friends were making lives of their own. Only Elliot remained in his service, and even he was hinting at wanting a change of scenery. Kurt was wistful to lose his friend, but he wished him only the best if he desired to seek his own fortune for a while.
Strong arms folded around him, a kiss placed behind his ear and Kurt felt himself sag with relaxation and contentment. "Hello sweetness, are they all settled?"
"Mmm hmm," Blaine responded. "Sam is putting Aretha to bed while Mercedes is attempting to settle Hugh. Parenthood suits them, but I do not envy them the work that twins must be, especially with another on the way." Blaine's breath hit Kurt's neck in puffs that made Kurt shiver always.
"Are you saying we are not to add to our brood? I suspect that Eliza would adore a younger brother or sister. And I am sure the orphanage would gladly allow us another heir if we so wished it," Kurt teased, bringing his husband's hand up to place a kiss on the simple silver band he had placed there not four years previous.
Blaine smiled, snuggling deeper into Kurt's back. They had been granted Eliza just two years prior. Her parents had sadly perished in a fire and she'd had no other family. If she had not been left with a neighbour that fateful night, Kurt and Blaine would have also been denied their daughter. They adored the small girl from her mop of blonde curls to her bright green eyes to her ticklish feet. She was but three but had mastered the art of squealing at Papa to stop tickling her, Kurt falling prey to her eyes at a whim. Blaine was Daddy and not any stronger, a willing slave to the pout Eliza had surely learned from Kurt. They had been ecstatic to accept the girl when she was offered to them by Marley's mother who had been helping out at the orphanage for years.
"I would love a son Kurt, you know that. A whole brood may be a bit much for me, but there are so many children we could help. Perhaps it is a discussion we could table until Eliza has reached her next name day? That way she may be able to understand it and help us choose a suitable sibling for her," Blaine whispered into Kurt's skin, placing small kisses on his neck.
"Sounds perfect to me my love. As long as she doesn't try to name the baby. Otherwise we may have a child called Mr. Bumpikins!" Kurt chuckled. "Now come husband, since all the children are safely in bed, let us retire for the night."
"To sleep?" Blaine asked, his eyes shining with mirth.
"Oh no dearest. Definitely not," Kurt smirked.
With a smile, Blaine finally pulled his husband into a sultry kiss. "Perfect."
They entered the bedroom, the balcony doors closing behind them, all right in their world, just as it should be. It may not always be that way, but they both knew, as long as they had one another, the end would always be a happy one.