"Oh for fucks fucking sake!" Kurt cries, then he sighs and starts scrolling again. Out in the tiny kitchen of the cabin, Blaine rolls his eyes and carries on arranging their cheese plate, sincerely hoping Kurt will have settled down by the time they're ready to eat.

Things had lightened up on the drive back, and Kurt seemed a little happier about everything, until they had walked in the door. He had obviously been seized by a sudden thought, because he had stopped dead, and Blaine had walked right into the back of him. He had then dumped the groceries on the counter, and taken up residence on the couch with his phone, where he had been looking at information ever since. Blaine had tried to catch a glimpse, but it just looked like a lot of writing, and Kurt had steadily been getting more and more angry.

"Are you ready for dinner?"

"Yeah."

Blaine brings everything into the living room, and hands Kurt a mug with champagne in it. "Sorry, no wine glasses."

"S'okay."

"Are you okay, though? You don't sound it."

"I was just looking for jobs."

"Here?"

"Yeah, but there doesn't seem to be any. Not at the university, anyhow. To be honest I'm not even sure I want to teach college anymore."

"Really? I thought that was all you ever wanted to do."

"It was, but it's been tainted for me. I don't know, I think about going back to it, and it makes me feel kinda meh. Then I think about how long it's been since I had that creative outlet, and it makes me sad, because I miss it. Ugh. I just don't know."

"You'll figure it out. In the meantime..." He holds his own mug up, and clinks it against Kurt's. "Here's to us."

"To us," Kurt agrees, and smiles as he takes a sip, then grimaces when his phone starts to ring. "For fucks fucking sake!"

"You keep saying that."

"I'm in a bad mood."

"You don't say."

Kurt doesn't recognize the number, and snatches it up with a barked "Yes?" at the poor caller on the other end. "Oh. Hi. Yeah, yeah. Hi."

He runs from the room and up the stairs, while Blaine sits tight and wonders who the hell is on the other end of the line. Kurt is gone for fifteen excruciating minutes, but when he returns he climbs straight into Blaine's lap, and kisses him firmly on the mouth. "I'm exonerated."

"Huh?"

"That was Barbara, the lady I used to work with at NYU. The official documentation is being issued on Monday, but all charges have been wiped from my record, and they'll give me a reference for future employment if needed."

"Kurt! Oh my god!" Blaine squeezes him around the waist, kissing him hard. "Oh. My. God. That's amazing!"

"I know, right? Blaine, I feel like I can breathe," Kurt says, laughing. "I didn't know it would mean this much to me. I didn't... I'm free from it all. I can move on. I just... This is so good. So good."

"I'm so happy for you," Blaine says, smiling up at him. "The world is your oyster now. Whatever you want to do, it's yours for the taking."

"I'm still not sure I want to teach theatre."

"And that's perfectly okay. You'll figure it out, I told you. Only now, you can think about all the options, and not be scared that your record will hold you back. This is so wonderful."

"It is!" He settles back into the crook of Blaine's arm as they eat, letting it all wash over him. "It's all over," he keeps saying, while Blaine kisses the top of his head. "That's it, Blaine. No record of it. None."

"I'm so glad. I hate that you had to live a year with a blatant lie on your record, but I'm glad it's gone now."

"You always believed me."

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

"But right from the start. That day, at the car wash. I didn't even tell you what had happened, just that I hadn't done it, and you believed me."

"Because I knew, even then, that you would never lie to me. Other than to say you've done the dishes when they're blatantly still sitting in the sink."

"I do not do that!" Kurt protests, then scrunches his nose. "Well, once or twice, I guess." They laugh together, and Kurt turns on the couch so he's looking at him. "Thank you," he says sincerely. "There aren't words to say how much I love you for all the faith you have in me, and the support you give... but maybe this will suffice." He picks up his mug and drains it, shaking his head as the alcohol hits, and then, taking a deep breath, he looks Blaine in the eye. "I want you to apply for that job."

"What?"

"I want you to apply," Kurt repeats. "First thing Monday. If you get it, I want you to accept, and then we'll see if that house is still available. The rest will fall into place."

"You're serious?" Blaine asks, gripping his hand tightly.

"Totally. You're right. Everything seems to be sliding into place, I just have to trust that something will come up that's perfect for me. That call was my deciding factor. Realizing the unwavering love and support I have from you, has given me courage to take the chance."

Blaine tries to nod solemnly, but he ends up grinning and then draining his own champagne. "Okay. I'll apply." He stands, and walks out to the kitchen, leaving Kurt to fall back on the couch and grin up at the ceiling.

"I know you're dancing out there!"

"Yes I am!"

He returns with their mugs refilled, and squeezes next to Kurt, so that they are both sitting the length of the couch. "I love you so much. I love my life, and all that it's become. I never thought it would be this good."

"It's only gonna get better."

"Hmm, that's true." They sit side by side, sipping their champagne, and thinking of all that is still to come. "A year ago I was so lonely," Blaine says quietly. "And I remember going through that awful stage where I thought being back with Tom would be preferable to being alone."

"Blaine? Just so you know? If fate ever puts that man in my path, I will not be responsible for my actions."

"If we ever see him, it'll be enough for me to know he's seen me truly happy, and that it's all because of you, Kurt... wait a minute. What's your middle name?"

"Elizabeth."

"Very funny."

"It is."

"It's not."

"It is!" Kurt protests with a laugh. He pushes upright a little, takes a mouthful of his champagne, and smiles. "It really is."

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. My parents wanted me named after them in some way, so Kurt is following on from Burt, obviously, and then they gave me my mom's name too."

"You're actually Kurt Elizabeth Hummel? I have to stand at the altar and say that out loud? You do realize we will have to prepare Cooper for this beforehand, right? I mean, if he's not warned he'll die laughing."

"Yes you have to say it, and in front of Mickey Mouse, too."

"Mickey Mouse will not be at our wedding."

"He will. Anyway, what's your middle name?"

"Devon."

"Ha! See, that's...that's... sorta normal and kinda boring."

"Yeah, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you're right. Totally dull." He reaches up, pulling Kurt down into a long kiss. "You're beautiful, Kurt. So beautiful. I love watching you laugh."

Kurt kisses him again, nudging the tips of their noses together. "I love you too. You're funny, and cute, and caring, and I could go on and on about how wonderful you are, but I'm gonna ask you to go get me some more champagne instead."

"You've finished that already?"

"Yes I have."

Their evening is filled with light hearted chat, interspersed with long lingering kisses, and plenty of laughter, as they tell each other stories from their past, and Kurt tells Blaine all about Danny as a baby.

"I love him. I wish I'd been around then." Blaine sighs, sitting on the couch with his legs tucked under him, and Kurt mirroring his pose.

"I know but it's like you said, everything has led us to this moment."

"I said that?"

"Yeah, when we were flying to Denver and you were all pissy in the airport. You said everything led us to be here, now."

Blaine frowns as he thinks back. "No, I'm pretty sure you said that, because I said I wished we'd always been together."

"I did?"

"You did."

"Oh." Kurt blinks, then smiles. "Then I am very wise. Time for more champagne."

He stands, takes two steps, wobbles, and falls down. "Crap. I'm really drunk."

"Haha! Kurt? Are you okay?"

"Fine. Just drunk. Fine."

"Oh my god," Blaine laughs, rolling onto the floor next to him. "I've never seen you drunk before. It's funny. How are you drunk?"

"Gee, I don't know, Blaine. Maybe it's because we've drunk nearly two whole bottles of champagne." He stops, and stares at the random display of plates on the wall, as they seem to undulate before him. "Heheheheh. It's fun though. I can't remember the last time I was drunk. Let's play a game!"

"Okay. Like what?"

"Spin the bottle. I'll get the bottle." He gets to his feet, the alcohol rushing to his head, and making him weave unsteadily to the kitchen, where he grabs the near empty bottle and returns, holding it up. "Here!"

"Why didn't you get the empty one? And how can we play, anyway? There's just two of us."

"I didn't think about that."

"You're hilarious." Blaine ruffles his hair as he gets to his feet. "Woah!"

"See? You don't notice it until you try to stand up."

"Shit. Yeah. Wow." Blaine wobbles toward the stairs, and then, considering there's no banisters in place, crawls up on his hands and knees. "Bathroom. Be right back."

He returns, sliding down feet first, on his tummy, while Kurt cackles from his position on the floor. "You look like Danny! That's how I taught him to come down stairs when he was a baby."

"They need to put railings here," Blaine says, gesturing to the open stairs. "It's dangerous."

"The pastor probably doesn't have to navigate stairs when he's drunk."

"This is true." Blaine lies down on top of Kurt, so that his chest presses into his back, but that's not what Kurt notices.

"I can feel your cock pressing into my crack."

"Oh my god!" Blaine cries, laughing. "All filters are off, I see."

"I love your cock."

"Definitely off."

"It makes me very happy."

"Good." Blaine kisses his neck, then tugs his earlobe between his teeth. "Making love with you is the best thing."

"I love fucking."

"Kurt!"

"I do!"

"I know you do, but try for a little romance, huh?"

"Hmm." He bites his lip as he thinks. "I love it when you come inside me. Feels good."

"Oh my god." Blaine bursts out laughing, and rolls off him, onto his side. "You're very lucky I love you so much, and you're lucky you're such an adorable drunk."

Kurt snorts, and giggles uncontrollably, while Blaine just grins. "I'm gonna get you drunk on a daily basis."

"Please don't," Kurt protests, still laughing. "It's gonna take me weeks to recover from this."

"C'mere and kiss me then."

Kurt shuffles forward on his elbows, pouting ridiculously. As soon as his lips touch Blaine's, the atmosphere changes, and his pout softens as he smiles, and then opens his mouth a little wider. He shifts his weight onto one elbow, to use his free hand to pull Blaine closer, but in his drunken haze, he can't balance, and falls sideways instead. "Aw shit," he mutters into the rug, and Blaine falls onto his back, laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

"Oh Kurt! That's it, I'm falling in love with you all over again. My god, you're adorable. Totally adorable." He hovers over Kurt, who rolls over and looks up, gently touching his cheek.

"I know I'm drunk, and a little silly, but I love you, Blaine. You've made me come alive again. It's like I'm no longer existing, I'm living, and I love you for that."

Blaine doesn't answer, just leans down and kisses him with total and utter love and devotion. As their kiss deepens, he gradually moves, until he's lying fully on top of Kurt, his hands tangled into his hair. Things become heated and he breaks away, kissing the underside of his jaw and down his neck, before moving back to his lips again, needing to feel the touch of his tongue against his own.

Kurt opens his legs, letting Blaine slot between, and then he pulls his shirt free from his pants, smoothing his hands along the waistband, dipping his fingers below, making his intentions clear.

"Your lips," Blaine murmurs against them. "So beautiful. Your eyes." He stops, kissing over Kurt's closed eyes, and then the tip of his nose. "Your nose, cheeks, chin, neck..."

He kisses each one in turn, lightly biting at the skin over Kurt's collarbone, before studying his top intently. "Damn. Buttons."

"Oh, those buttons are just for show."

"Oh. Good. Sit up."

Kurt does so, and Blaine tries to pull the turquoise top over Kurt's head, but it gets halfway up and then sticks. "What the hell?"

"There's a zipper!" comes the muffled cry. "At the back! A zipper, Blaine! Zipper!"

"Okay, calm down." Blaine tugs the zipper down, and the top comes off easily, though Kurt looks annoyed.

"Zipper."

"So you said. Who the hell has a zipper on the back of their clothes? How do you zip it up?"

"You zipped it up for me this morning, you fool! You gave me the same line then!"

"I did? Oh yeah." He grins sheepishly. "I did. My bad. Ah well, at least now you're shirtless."

"And you will be in a second, drunkard."

Blaine nuzzles into the warmth of Kurt's neck, kissing there and proving wholly distracting, while he tries to unbutton Blaine's shirt for him. "You're drunker than me."

"Don't think so." Kurt giggles, then pushes Blaine down onto the rug. "You're sexy."

This makes Blaine laugh again, and Kurt loves the way his stomach muscles move as he kisses over them, before opening his fly. "I'm gonna suck your cock."

"Oh my god."

"I like feeling you in my mouth."

"Good. Fine. No complaints." Blaine rests his arms behind his head, looking down as Kurt slides his pants and underwear off, then wobbles to his feet to remove his own. "Better. All naked. Naked and sexy and gonna have sex."

"C'mere, let me hold you a moment."

Kurt lies down by Blaine's side, happy to be taken into his arms, and kissed as if it was their first time all over again. He loves being with Blaine in this way, the alcohol has made them both giggly and extremely happy, and they keep having to break their kiss just to smile at each other, until slowly they start to grind against each other, and Blaine gives a moan. "You turn me on so much."

"I turn me on too," Kurt declares, then moves lower, and takes Blaine into his mouth.

"I think you meant... Ah, fuck it. Yes, Kurt. That feels so good." Blaine thrusts up with a loud moan, as Kurt seems to devour him. His hands are everywhere, roaming, seeking him out, nails scraping over flesh, fingers digging, kneading, making Blaine draw his knees up and tear desperately at his own hair. "Fuck me, Kurt! Jesus. Oh my... turn around. Turn around for me."

Kurt pulls off, grinning, pleased that he's making Blaine this desperate. "Okay." He turns so he's sitting over Blaine's knees, facing the fireplace. "Now what?"

"Not like that," he laughs. "Come here. Shuffle back."

"Back where?"

"Here!"

"On your face?"

"Yes." His eyes go dark while Kurt's go wide. "I wanna taste you with my tongue while you suck me off. Is that clear enough for ya?"

"Um... perfectly. Yes. And very erotic. Fuck." Kurt scoots backward, until he feels Blaine's strong hands guiding him into place, and then he groans. "Oh shit this is gonna be good."

He is not expecting Blaine to bite his ass cheek first, and he's certainly not expecting it to feel as amazing as it does, but he finds himself pushing back and loving the feel of Blaine sucking a mark there, as if he's branding him. When he feels Blaine's tongue running over his entrance, he remembers he's supposed to be doing something, and he bends low, taking him into his mouth once more.

The only sound in the room comes in the form of muffled moans and harsh breathing, while both take pleasure in tasting the other. Kurt finds himself perilously close to the edge of orgasm, as Blaine stretches him open with his tongue. He tastes, he licks, he explores deeper and deeper, until he slides a finger in alongside his tongue, and rubs it over Kurt's prostate.

"Holy shit!" Kurt cries loudly, forgetting all about sucking Blaine's cock. He sits almost upright, completely smothering Blaine as he starts to stroke himself. "Yes, Blaine. Keep it up. Come on. Gonna come. Gonna come so fucking hard. Oh shit... Shit..."

"Wait!" Blaine gasps, turning his head away and pushing Kurt off. "Fuck, Kurt. I gotta..." He comes up behind him, encouraging him onto all fours. "I need to be inside you. I need you." He grips his hips hard and drives in fast, immediately taking up an unrelenting pace. "You feel so good. So perfect. So mine." He reaches down, stroking Kurt's already wet cock in time with his thrusts.

"Yes!" Kurt cries, trying to remain upright and not end up flat on the rug. "Fuck me, Blaine, take me! Come on, please, please. Let me feel you come in me."

"Yeah."

"Yes?"

"Yes! Oh Kurt... Fuck..." Blaine comes with a loud cry of pleasure, burying himself deep inside of Kurt, who comes at exactly the same time, covering Blaine's hand and the rug.

His arms give out and he falls down, with Blaine still buried inside him, landing on his back. "I swear to god, and I'm not just saying this," he mumbles into the rug. "I'm not. Really. But you're the best at sex in the whole entire world and that is a fact."

Blaine laughs, pulling out, and then tugging Kurt around until he's in his arms. "Uh-uh. I think me and you? Together? We're the best. Cause me and you are the best at everything, especially loving each other."

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you carry me up to bed?"

"No."

"What? That's just mean! My bones ache."

"No railings," he tells Kurt solemnly. "I might drop you and then I'd cry. We can crawl up."

So they do. They crawl up the stairs, leaving the living room exactly as it is, and they fall wearily into bed, cuddling close. They are very nearly asleep, when Kurt suddenly sits upright and gives a laugh of disbelief. "I came all over the pastor's rug!"

They're still giggling about it the next morning, when Blaine cleans the rug, and Kurt tidies the rest of the place. Somehow, they've escaped hangovers, but seem to have huge appetites instead, so Blaine drives them to a Denny's, where he marvels at how much Kurt can devour in one sitting.

"Have we got time to take a walk?" Kurt asks when they return. "We've been here two days, but we haven't actually made the most of our surroundings at all."

"Speak for yourself. I got to rim you, so I'm good."

"That doesn't even count," Kurt says with a laugh. "Come on. Let's explore the forest a little before we drive back."

Hand in hand, they walk through the trees, talking about nothing in particular, just enjoying being together. "Things are gonna be crazy for these next few weeks," Kurt says, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I know, but you know what else? August first we become husbands. Then it's a couple of weeks in Disney with Danny and our wonderful families, before we settle down."

"It's gonna be exciting, isn't it?"

"It's gonna be the absolute best," Blaine agrees. "You, me, Danny."

"The Anderson-Hummel's."

"Well, fiancé? Shall we head back to our little boy?"

"I think I'd like that a lot," Kurt says, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, as they walk back to the car.

There is surely nothing sweeter than pulling up outside the Anderson's house, where Danny is kneeling next to Rosetta, helping her tend to her flowerbeds. He looks up, a grin spreading over his face, as he breaks into a run. He reaches Blaine first, who scoops him up, swinging him high in the air. "My baby!"

"Papa!" Danny squeals, as he's crushed against Blaine's chest. "And daddy!"

Kurt wraps his arms around both Danny and Blaine, kissing his darling boy on the lips, and closing his eyes in happiness. "My sweetie. Did you have a good weekend, little man?"

"The absolute bestest, but I'm happy to see you and papa, cause I missed you and your kisses."

"Really?" Blaine asks. "Hmm. Good thing we brought lots of them back with us, then."

"You did?" Danny asks, laughing. "How many?"

"Ooh hundreds," Blaine tells him. "Thousands."

On cue, he and Kurt shower him with kisses, making him scream in delight, and squirm in Blaine's embrace.

"Hello, my angels," Rosetta says, coming up behind them. "It's wonderful to have you back," she says, kissing Kurt and Blaine warmly. "But I'm afraid I can't let you take Danny home. He's too adorable. I need to keep him here forever."

"Yeah?" Kurt says, taking Danny into his arms. "Well, I'm sorry, Rosetta, but he's our baby. I can make it better though. How would you like to come to our wedding?"

"Well darling, I was rather hoping I'd be invited," she laughs.

"In Disney World."

"What?" her and Danny both shriek at the same time.

"You're getting married at Disney? For real?" Danny cries.

"Yes, for real," Blaine laughs. "And we want everyone there. Mama?"

"Oh I'm in. Your daddy will be too, Blaine. Cooper will need no excuse."

"Will Tabby and Lucy be there?" Danny asks.

"I'm hoping so," Blaine tells him. "We were kinda hoping to turn in into a big family vacation. What do you say, little man?"

"Yes! Can I tell pops? Can I?"

"Go for it," Kurt laughs, setting him on his feet, and he tears into the house calling loudly. "Well? he asks Rosetta. "Is that a fair exchange? We keep the boy, and you get to come on vacation with us?"

"It sounds marvellous, my Kurt," Rosetta agrees. "But the only way I'll let you keep the child is if you promise to call me mama."

After leaving the Anderson's, they drive to Burt, who sheds more than a few tears when Kurt tells him that the complaint has been dropped, and then cries again when he tells him of their wedding plans.

"I think it sounds perfect," he says, wiping at his eyes. "Perfect. Just family. I like that. All of us. It'll be fun. As for the rest of it, well, if you ask me, Toledo sounds like it's calling your name."

"It does to me too," Kurt admits, squeezing his hand. "I'm still scared though. I mean, that's dumb, right? I have Danny and Blaine, I have you, the Anderson's... so much love and support and yet I'm still scared."

"I think that's only natural, after all you've been through," Burt tells him. They look out of the kitchen window, to where Blaine throws a baseball to Danny, who is trying desperately to catch it in a mitt. "Yes, you have all of us, and in time you'll learn to relax completely, but it's okay to still be scared, to fear the unknown. Just think of how far you've come, Kurt. Think of that. You were broken, a year ago, and I worried that you'd never be able to pick yourself back up. Now here you are, about to get married to the love of your life. You're right, the rest will fall into place. Trust in Blaine, and in your instincts as a couple."

"Do you think Trent will ever return?"

"Who knows?" Burt gives a shrug, and looks out onto the yard again, where Blaine is now patiently standing behind Danny, showing him how to angle the mitt. "But if he does? I don't think there's any need to worry. The adoption will be through before Christmas, and Danny's a smart kid. He knows exactly who his parents are."

That night, after his bath, Kurt takes Danny into his and Blaine's bed to read him a story, while Blaine finishes planning his lessons for the week ahead. "Lonely fire truck?"

"I'm too big for that now, Daddy. I like Mr Stink though."

"Mr Stink?"

"Yeah." He runs to his room, and is back moments later, proudly handing the book over. "Grandpa buyed it for me. He said it reminded him of his uncle John when he was a little boy."

"Hmm." Kurt studies the front cover. "It does look a little like him. This is a real book," he remarks as he thumbs through it. "With chapters."

"I know. Grandpa said you'd like it. He said you would want to turn it into a play, like with most things you read."

"Well that's true," Kurt laughs. "Okay then. One chapter. Honestly," he mutters, pulling Danny close. "Books with chapters. You're growing up, little man."

Blaine finds them an hour later, fast asleep. Kurt is spooned around Danny, the book held loosely in his hand. He wakes him quietly, and wordlessly helps him into his pajamas, but when he makes to scoop Danny up, Kurt stops him.

"Can he stay here tonight? With us?"

"Of course he can," Blaine whispers, kissing Danny's forehead. "Any reason?"

"He's growing up," Kurt says, smoothing his baby's hair. "And soon he'll be too big for this. I just want to cherish these moments, that's all."

Blaine gives a nod, and quickly changes and uses the bathroom, before flipping out the light and getting into bed, so Danny is in the middle of them.

"It's early, you don't have to go to bed at nine," Kurt says softly, but Blaine reaches out until his arm is across them both, his hand resting in the small of Kurt's back.

"I do," he whispers, leaning over to kiss his lips. "Because you're right, I want to cherish these moments too, and make them last a lifetime. When he's sixteen, I doubt he'll let us curl up in bed with him at nine, and sleep contentedly all night long. I'm so grateful to have you both."

"Did you plan all your work?"

"I did, and I also emailed my application for the job."

"Do you think I'll find something too?"

"I know you will," Blaine tells him, rubbing firmly over his back. "Because all of this, every single second of us being together? It was all meant to be."