Blaine wakes a little after midnight, surprised to find Kurt is not in the bed with him. He stretches, loving the ache in the lower half of his body, and goes in search of his fiancé.

He finds him in the living room, still in his robe, curled up in the window seat, and looking out at the lights of Lima.

"You okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah. Just thinking."

"Oh?" Blaine settles down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You're not..."

"No second thoughts," Kurt says with a smile. "I was actually just thinking how different life is now, compared to a year ago, when I thought I'd lost it all. It's like... like this is all so perfect. I don't know how I got so lucky."

"You deserve nothing but happiness, and you know what?" Blaine asks, as Kurt straddles him, his hands caressing the back of his neck. "I'm going to spend my life giving it to you."

Kurt raises one eyebrow. "Giving what to me?"

"Happiness," Blaine says with a laugh. "Although..." He leans up, kissing Kurt softly, as his hands come up under the robe to smooth over Kurt's thighs. "I think this constitutes happiness, doesn't it?"

Kurt pulls both their robes open, pressing their chests together. "Most definitely." Sliding one hand to the back of Blaine's neck, they kiss languidly, as the slow stirrings of arousal begin again.

Blaine slides Kurt's robe from his shoulders, and then shucks out of his own, gathering him close, all the while never breaking their kiss.

His hands smooth lovingly over Kurt's back, as he undulates slowly on top of him and they both become hard. Blaine is just contemplating carrying him back to bed again, when the kiss breaks and Kurt leans down, grabs his robe and rummages in the pocket, then presses lube into Blaine's hand.

"I put it in there after the shower."

"The blinds are open."

Kurt levels his gaze right at Blaine, his eyes darkening. "I know."

"Oh you bad boy," Blaine says with a laugh, pulling him down into another kiss. "You bad, bad boy."

He keeps Kurt in his lap, but hooks one of his legs over his shoulder, before slicking his hand and rubbing his thumb over his entrance. His other hand holds tightly to Kurt's shoulder, smiling at the look of total pleasure and want that comes over him.

"Kurt, you're so beautiful," he says, his voice low with desire. "What the hell d'you wanna marry me for?"

"Because you're really good at sex," Kurt quips, moaning and biting his lip when Blaine's thumb slips inside. "I love you, dummy," he says, rocking down. "You're my soulmate."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah." He stops, gasping at the feel of Blaine quickly sliding two of his fingers in. "Of course you are."

"Well, shit. That's hot."

Kurt grins, reaching down to wrap his hand around Blaine's cock. "You're hot. I love you like this. You're wild for me and no one else gets to see it. Just me. Remember when I wondered what you'd look like when you came undone? It was better than I could have ever hoped."

They fall into a heated, passionate kiss, until Blaine replaces his fingers with his cock, driving up into Kurt with a loud moan of satisfaction.

If anyone happened to be walking past at midnight, and also happened to look up to a third storey window, they'd have gotten quite the show, but as it is, neither Blaine or Kurt actually find themselves caring, or getting a thrill from the thought that they're being more than a little risqué.

What gets them going is the thought of being soulmates, that this is it, they've found their destiny, and they will be united in their love forever.

Kurt rides Blaine hard, pressed as tight to him as he possibly can be, occasionally leaning down and running his tongue into his mouth. "Fuck me," he moans loudly. "Come on, Blaine, give it to me hard."

"Yeah, Kurt, talk to me like that," Blaine cries, panting hard with the exertion. "Tell me how this feels for you."

"Fucking sensational!" Kurt replies, and then he and Blaine both burst out laughing. "What? It does!"

"Good! Keep it going."

"You just feel good inside me." He leans back, his hands resting on Blaine's knees, his feet braced against the wood of the window seat. "I'm gonna feel this tomorrow and think of you."

Throwing his head back, he gives such a low, dirty moan that it's almost a growl, and then he opens his eyes to see Blaine watching him. Against the backdrop of the black night outside, Blaine's hair is wild, his jaw covered in dark shadow, and his whole body heaving with desire. He holds Kurt's eye contact, the moment becoming even more impossibly charged than it already is.

"Watch me," he commands softly. "Watch me as we come together. Don't close your eyes."

"But I..."

"Watch me."

He wraps a hand around Kurt's cock, pumping in time with their thrusts, looking him in the eye the whole time. "You close?"

"Mmhmm."

"I love being with you like this, Kurt. I love you. Come with me, go on."

"Jesus, fuck!" Kurt cries loudly, and comes, looking into Blaine's eyes as he feels them both pulsating together. "Oh fuck...fuck..."

"Oh my God," Blaine gasps, finally breaking the eye contact to press his sweaty forehead against Kurt's chest. "Ruined. You ruined me."

"I made you come undone," Kurt whispers in his ear, then kisses his cheek tenderly.

"Oh you did. And then some."

"Wait until this weekend... wait until our honeymoon."

"Holy hell. We'll never survive."

Kurt gives a soft laugh, cradling him in his arms. "Dammit. We should get to bed."

"Not yet," Blaine murmurs, cuddling in and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Just gimme five minutes."

They crawl into bed at nearly two in the morning, with Kurt spooning behind Blaine, and that is how they wake at six thirty, with Blaine raising Kurt's fingers to his lips, and kissing each one in turn. "You feel amazing, pressed against me like that."

"Hmm." A sleepy Kurt gently slides his erection in between Blaine's cheeks. "S'nice. Feels like I could just slip inside."

"Do it."

"Yeah?"

"I want you."

They make love slowly and quietly, but even so, they're left gasping for breath and completely exhausted when they finish, and a weary Kurt rests his forehead against Blaine's shoulder, and gives a laugh of disbelief.

"That's three times in twelve hours."

"Three times in ten hours, if you want to be specific," Blaine teases. "Still, I feel like we've adequately celebrated our engagement."

"Oh my God I'm gonna be dead on my feet today at work." Kurt stretches, then rises reluctantly from the bed. "And we'll both be late if we don't hurry."

"Just kiss me some more," Blaine begs, trailing him into the bathroom, and Kurt is more than happy to oblige.

Once they're outside, Blaine, despite running late, still finds time to pull Kurt close, kissing firstly behind his ear, then his cheek and finally his lips. "I love you so much," he murmurs, and Kurt laughs, lightly pushing him away.

"I love you too, but we both need to get to work."

"Drive me?"

"I can't! I'll be even later, plus then I'll see Danny, and I can't just give him a passing wave, can I? Don't pout at me," he adds, kissing Blaine's jutting lip. "I'll make it up to you tonight."

"Please don't. I can barely sit down."

"Haha, okay. I'll give you sweet cuddles instead."

"That's good."

"Give my boy kisses when you see him," Kurt remarks, then claps a hand over his mouth. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. That was..."

"It's okay," Blaine says lightly. "He's still your boy anyway, it's just that he's mine too."

"I should have said our boy."

"No you shouldn't, really, it's okay. I knew what you meant and I didn't take any offense, I promise. I'll give him heaps of kisses and tell him daddy loves him, okay?"

Kurt smiles, and kisses Blaine's lips. "Please."

"Okay, have a good day. We'll have dinner waiting when you get home."

Blaine bounces into work, despite the dull ache he can feel in the lower half of his body. He whistles as he walks down the corridor, past the office, and right on down to his classroom. "Mrs Monroe?" he bellows, and suddenly she appears, sticking her head out of the supplies closet.

"Good morning, Blaine! You seem very happy."

"Engaged!" he cries, proudly holding up his left hand. "Kurt asked me to marry him and I said yes!"

"Oh, Blaine!" She rushes to him, giving him a huge hug and kiss. "Blaine how wonderful! Oh, how exciting!"

"Even better, Danny asked me to be his other dad, so I'm gonna adopt him, and he's calling me papa and... wonderful!" he cries happily, twirling around with his arms outstretched. "It's all just so wonderful!"

"It is," Mrs Monroe agrees. "And where is young Danny?"

"Oh." Blaine stops and clears his throat, embarrassed. "He uh... he stayed with his grandpa last night. We uh..."

"Lovely," Mrs Monroe declares. She is certainly not about to embarrass the poor man further. "So, are you going to tell the class?"

"I don't see why not."

"Mr Anderson!"

Blaine almost groans when he hears Sandra Barnes behind him, and he hangs his head briefly, before looking up and turning around, fixing a smile in place. "Yes, Mrs Barnes?"

"I hear you're to be a married man."

"How did you...?"

"It's hard not to hear you booming it out like that," she says, offering a small smile. "Congratulations to you and Mr Hummel."

"Thank you."

"And to Danny. You'll make a wonderful father."

"Oh! Uh, thanks. Thank you very much."

"Welcome. Just keep it quiet, please. We don't want word getting out. It's still illegal here."

"No." Mrs Monroe steps forward, and Blaine is surprised to see her hands clenched into fists. "Why should he have to keep it quiet? Blaine has just gotten engaged. That's a wonderful thing. Why should he have to hide it from the very people he's spent the most time with this past year, apart from Kurt and Danny? He has no reason to be ashamed. If Miss Curtis had gotten engaged to her boyfriend, you wouldn't expect her not to say anything."

"Yes, but,"

"And it's not illegal," she carries on, while Blaine stares. "It's just not legal in this state. Which is stupid. Come along, Blaine, let's go get the kids in."

Having his mother and Emma in his life, Blaine knows better than to argue with a strong woman, so he meekly follows her outside into the playground, even though he usually takes these few moments to get his classroom in order before the small people arrive.

"Thank you for defending me," he says quietly.

"I'm defending what's right, and logical," Mrs Monroe says, then she stops and turns around with a smile. "Plus you have really lovely hair."

Blaine laughs, and kisses her cheek. "Thank you."

"Hold your head up, Blaine, be proud."

He nods, and pushes open the door, squinting into the bright sunlight. Danny's entire face lights

up to see Blaine arriving out on the playground, and he lets go of Burt's hand and charges across to him.

"My boy!" Blaine swings him up high, in full view of everyone, and squeezes him tight. "Hello little man. I missed you. Did you have fun with grandpa?"

"Yes! I sleeped in his bed! Did you have fun with daddy?"

"Uh, yes."

"Do you still have your ring, or did you lose it?"

"I didn't lose it!" Blaine laughs, rubbing their noses together. "It's very precious to me. The most precious thing I have, apart from you and daddy." He kisses into the warmth of Danny's neck, not caring that people are looking on and staring. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," Danny says, and then he pulls back, looking down and playing with Blaine's bowtie. "I have to call you Mr Anderson, don't I?"

"Hmm." Blaine scrunches his nose. "You kinda do when we're in class, yeah. But you can tell people, if you'd like to? That I'm your papa now?"

"I can?" Danny beams brightly, screeching when Blaine nods. He wriggles out of his arms and trips over his own feet, in his effort to get to Dylan. "Dylan, guess what? Mr Anderson is my papa now! My real one! And he's gonna marry my daddy! He has a ring and daddy asked him. 'Will you marry me?' Like that, and he said yes and so now he's my papa and I can call him that but not in school."

"What?" Dylan's eyes go wide, as gradually the other kids fall out of the line Mrs Monroe has assembled, and turn to listen to the conversation. "Wow! Mr Anderson is your papa? You are so lucky!"

"I know!"

"How come?" Monique asks. "Like you just asked him, or what?"

"Yes! I just telled daddy that I wanted Blaine to be my other daddy and we asked him. But I call him papa, because otherwise it would be all confusing. He's still my daddy though. That's what a papa is. A daddy."

"I know that," Kyle says knowledgeably. "Because that's what I call my daddy."

Blaine watches them talking, happy beyond belief, and then looks up and catches Burt's eye.

"Thanks for having him."

"Anytime. He's a joy." Burt walks closer, watching him. "You look tired."

"Um..."

"I see. Look, I know you're all loved up an' all, and that's great, but promise me that this weekend, at the cabin, you two will actually talk about where you're gonna live?"

"We will. I um... I kinda asked Kurt to move in," Blaine says, feeling awkward. "I'm sorry. I should've asked you."

"Not at all! I wasn't expecting you two to be married and him still living with me. I'm happy he's so happy," he says, putting an arm around his shoulders. "And not to sound too sickly sweet about the whole thing, but I've got another son now, haven't I?"

"You definitely have."

"Good."

"We set a date," Blaine adds quietly. "August first."

"This year?"

"Yeah."

"August first. Right. Okay. I can work with that. I'll call your dad later."

"Burt, you don't have to pay for..."

"Quiet, sunshine. I'm a proud man, and so is Frank. Don't go offending us by offering money, just work out what you want and we'll foot the bill between us."

"Okay." Blaine hangs his head, knowing he is beat yet again. "Thank you. Hey, you wanna come for dinner tonight?"

"Sure. About six?"

"Perfect."

"Have a great day," Burt says, then takes him off guard by hugging him. He has a feeling, from the frantic gossiping going on from the lingering parents, that he's going to need it. "Celebrate your happy news."

Blaine grins, and then makes his class laugh by skipping to the head of the line. "Well good morning, K one! I hope you're all ready for another fantastic week. We've only got three weeks left before you're all set free for the summer, so let's make the most of them. Now, I've got some really happy news that I'd like to share with you all." He pauses. He can feel the parents, who were starting to walk away now that class is beginning, stopping to turn around. "Yesterday, two really special things happened for me. The first, is that Danny asked me if I would be his other daddy, and I said yes, of course, and the second... well, Danny's daddy asked me to marry him, and again, I said yes. So this summer, while school's out, I'm going to be getting married."

"Danny just told us that!" Monique cries. "But I like hearing it again!"

"You're getting married?" Shelby shrieks, jumping up and down. "That's like... amazing! My cousin is getting married too! Next weekend. I love weddings!"

"Me too," Blaine laughs.

"Mr Anderson?" Adam asks, raising his hand. "Will you be my daddy too, if I ask?"

"You have a daddy," his mom says, smiling, then she looks across to Blaine and nods her head. "Congratulations to all of you."

"Thank you."

"Marriage is one man and one woman, Mr Anderson."

Blaine turns to see Maggie Stevens staring him down, her arms folded. "It says so in the bible. Same sex marriage is not legal in this state, and therefore I ask you not to mention your sin in front of my child, thank you."

"Marriage is between two people who love each other," Blaine corrects, his voice calm and unwavering. "Not two people and the gardener."

"What did you just say to me?"

"You heard. Marriage is two people promising to love and care for one another for the rest of their lives. It's two people coming together to declare their love in front of their family, friends and God.

"God! You will burn in hell for living with another man," she spits venomously. "God will judge."

"Yes, he will," Blaine agrees. "If he exists, and I don't think he needs you to do that for him. Come along, class, I think we should all play weddings for the rest of the morning, don't you?"

He leads nineteen happy little children into school, while Maggie Stevens grabs her son by the wrist, and storms towards the principal's office.

Kurt rushes up the stairs to Blaine's- and now his- apartment, too impatient to wait for the elevator. He bursts in the door, rushes into the living room, and right on through to the kitchen.

"Fiancé!" he cries, pointing at Blaine and throwing a bunch of flowers his way. "Son!" he cries, pointing with both hands at Danny. "Oh, and dad! Yay!"

He doesn't know who to kiss first, but he opts for Danny, scooping him up off the counter and into his arms, before kissing his dad's cheek, and then making his way over to Blaine, who stands by the stove, admiring his flowers. "Hello," he says, slightly calmer. He shifts Danny to his other hip, and nuzzles into Blaine's neck, kissing there. "I'm so excited to come home to you."

"We didn't notice," Burt remarks dryly. "Come on, Danny, let's leave them to it. I think we've got time for one episode of Sofia before dinner."

"Kiss kiss kiss!" Danny teases, and he takes Burt's hand and goes into the living room.

"He's gonna give us hell when he's a teenager," Kurt laughs.

"If we're still kissing by then."

"Oh, we will be." They both grin, and then they're kissing properly, Kurt backing Blaine up against the counter, and sliding his hands over his hips. "I love you."

"I love you too. Did you have a good day?"

"I had an excellent day," Kurt says happily. "Because I just thought of you all day long. How was yours?"

"Mixed. Danny and I shared our news. The kids are excited, and we played weddings. There's an evil sadistic part of me that's really hoping Logan goes home and tells his mom he married Kyle today."

"Blaine!"

"It was his choice! I put everyone's name in a bowl and picked one, that person became the bride or groom. He was picked first and he chose to marry Kyle. Then we had Shelby and Adam get married, then Dylan married Mrs Monroe."

"Interesting." Kurt laughs, shaking his head as he dips a finger into the sauce Blaine is making, and sucks it clean. "So it went well?"

"It did, but Maggie Stevens and I had a little um... discussion, in the playground. She reminded me that gay marriage is against God's wishes, and I reminded her marriage is for two people, and not for the gardener as well."

"Blaine Anderson, you did not! Oh my god, you're gonna get in so much trouble."

"With three weeks left to go? I don't think so. Anyway, the downside is she's taken Jacob out for the summer starting now."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Sucks. He's a cute kid, though he turned quite nasty when everyone found out about us. You know what though? She told Mrs Barnes it's because I shove it in people's faces all the time. It wasn't because I was rude to her, it's just because I love you."

"Ugh. People are so hateful. Blaine, what are we gonna do? I know we both want to try and stick it out in Ohio, but really, are we going to be able to? What about Danny?"

"I don't know," Blaine says honestly. "I just know that with the possibility of Cooper moving back as well, I'm kinda not wanting to move away from our families."

"Same."

"Your dad tells me we have to talk about it this weekend."

"Really?" Kurt pulls a face. "I had other plans."

"So did I," Blaine says with a grin. He pulls Kurt close, cupping his cheek and kissing him sweetly. "I love you. We'll find our way in all this, okay? I promise you."

"Of course we will." Kurt slides his arms over Blaine's shoulders, and rests their foreheads together. "We'll be husbands, and parents together. Nothing else is gonna matter. Just our family, forever."