"Just hold still!"
"Hold still? You're pinning me! Not the pants, me! What is it? Why did they split? Have I put on weight?"
"Hardly." Emma kneels behind Kurt, pins between her teeth, as she tries to repair the small split in the seam of his pants. "It's a fault with the stitching."
"That's ridiculous! This suit cost nearly two thousand dollars!"
"And you wonder why you're broke."
"We're broke because the builders are working overtime getting the house finished for us." He stops when he hears Emma sniggering. "What's funny?"
"Just realized I'm sewing up my brother's butt on his wedding day."
"You're sewing my pants, woman, and trust me, it's only as a last resort. Anyway, did Cooper hear about that promotion yet?"
"I didn't get it," he suddenly booms, stepping into the suite. He looks elegant and refined in his black tux, and Kurt knows that just down the hall, Blaine will be dressed identically.
"Oh Cooper. I'm so sorry." It's a moment of real sadness on his wedding day. Kurt had been so excited to have Cooper and Emma nearby, not to mention the girls. Now he feels deflated and close to tears.
"All good, my darling brother. I got offered a job in Columbus. Starting in October."
"What? You took it, right? Please tell me you took it?"
"I took it," he laughs, catching Kurt as he hugs him hard.
"Hold still or Blaine's won't be the only prick you'll be getting in your ass."
"My wife is vulgar," Cooper says proudly. "I love it."
"Is he okay?"
"Blaine? He's fine. He's sitting with mama reminiscing about when he was young. Our fathers, however, are run ragged. Your dad said if he had to chase after one more princess as they walked by, he would just kidnap her and hold her hostage so the kids could gaze at her all day."
"That might be frowned upon."
"All done." Emma straightens up, drapes her arms over Kurt from behind, and kisses his cheek. "Thank you for making Blaine so happy. For being so wonderful. I'll see you in an hour."
Kurt gives a nod and pats her hand, overwhelmed, and she heads off to her own room to get ready.
"This is it then," he says, looking at his reflection in the mirror. "I'm about to become a married man."
"Uh….you're about to become my brother. Priorities, Kurt."
Kurt laughs, then turns sideways, smoothing down his jacket. "Do you ever just stop and wonder what the hell your life has become?"
"Yes. Often."
He is surprised to hear such a serious response from Cooper, and he turns around to listen. "I was always the joker," he explains with a shrug. "At school I did well, but I could have done so much better if I'd concentrated. I could pick up girls easily because I was funny and outgoing, but all I wanted was to fall in love. Properly, completely in love. And suddenly, there she was. Man, I often look at her and wonder how the hell I got so lucky. Who or what put Emma in my path and subsequently gifted us with two beautiful kids. We've been blessed as a couple too. Emma loves Blaine completely, our parents all get along, and then there's you and Danny. I think I count you two as the biggest blessing of all, really. All we wanted was for Blaine to be happy. Whether that was with someone or alone, didn't matter, we just wanted him happy. You and Danny blew the roof off all we had ever dreamed for him, and we love you. Both of you. And your dad is amazing. I want him for my own."
"Your dad is wonderful!" Kurt protests.
"I know that, but I want another."
Kurt gives a laugh, but then his tears begin, and he sinks into a chair to wipe at his eyes. "Is it really cheesy if I tell you that by meeting Blaine I also made two new friends?"
"Completely," Cooper says, kneeling next to him. "But I know what you mean, and it means a lot to hear you say it."
The door opens and Burt comes in with Danny, who stops and stares accusingly at Cooper. "Why is my daddy crying?"
"Because we're getting all sentimental about how much we love each other," Cooper laughs. "Okay this is my cue to go to Blaine. Danny? Do you wanna come see papa for a moment?"
"Can I, daddy?"
"Of course you can," Kurt says as brightly as he can, and he kisses his son goodbye before sinking back into the chair. "I love him, dad," he tells Burt, before his tears start again. "I love Blaine so much."
Down the hall, Blaine catches his son in his arms and lifts him high, nuzzling his tummy, before bringing him back down to eye level to kiss all over his face. "How's my boy?"
"Good! Grandpa and pops took us down to the foyer and Pluto was there! I told him my dads are getting married, and he gave me a high five! Then he let Lucy kiss his nose."
"You like it here, huh?"
"Yes! And we've only had one day! We still have...how many?"
"Eleven."
"Eleven more to go! And you and daddy get your special night tonight."
"We do," Blaine agrees, while Cooper hides his smirk. While they had booked a series of rooms at the Animal Kingdom, for tonight he had booked the honeymoon suite at the Grand Floridian, to ensure their privacy and a night of total luxury for him and his new husband.
"Daddy is crying," Danny adds matter-of-factly. "Uncle Cooper made him upset."
"I did not! We were just talking about how great it is to have you in the family, actually," he says, ruffling Danny's hair. "And how amazing life can be sometimes. I told him about our move," he adds, grinning at Blaine. "He was as excited as you were."
"Of course. You can come and help fix the kitchen."
Cooper laughs, grabs a bottle of water, and settles down next to his mama on the couch. "Did you know the house was in that state when you bought it?"
"We looked around, yeah. I mean it was stupidly cheap, we knew before went in that it wouldn't be great, but it turns out it needs new everything. Bathrooms, heating, kitchen...roof."
"Roof? You'll be paying for this forever."
"It'll be worth it. We'll have a five bed, four bath family home with a yard..."
"A pool!"
Blaine looks at Danny and laughs. "Still up for debate, little man. But anyway, we're gonna have a proper family home and no need to move. It's perfect."
"It's so perfect, my darling boy," Rosetta agrees. "And Cooper moving back too."
"Papa? Am I Danny Anderson-Hummel yet?"
"Not yet, bud. A few more months. Daddy filled out all the forms, but they take a while to process. You can still use that name at school though, they said you could."
"Ooh yay. And can I go now? See Tabby and Lucy?"
"You've been with them all morning," Blaine laughs. "You can go, but only down the hall to daddy. You need to get dressed and then I'll see you at the altar."
"And Mickey Mouse."
"Cooper, for the millionth time, Mickey Mouse is not coming to our wedding."
"He so is."
"Ugh. Mama? Can you take Danny down to Kurt? I'm waiting to get married."
Danny's eyes go wide as he takes Rosetta's hand and heads to the door. "Married," he breathes, then breaks away and runs back to Blaine one more time, squeezing him tight. "I love you."
"I love you too. Tell daddy I'll see him soon."
It seems as if time has been moving backward all day, but suddenly there's only a half hour to go, then ten minutes, and then Blaine and Cooper make their way down to the small rose garden in the bright Florida sunshine, where Kurt waits with his dad and Danny.
"I never thought you'd only have eight guests at your wedding," Burt says, as he rocks on his heels.
"Family," Kurt says with a smile. "That's all that matters. I'll bet you didn't think I'd spend all morning crying either."
"Oh I knew you would. I know you, remember?"
"How could I ever forget?" He smiles and rests his head on Burt's shoulder, looking down the small walkway to where Tabitha and Lucy wait, the picture of perfection in their yellow and white dresses, and holding their little posies. Kurt had told them they were groomsmaids, not bridesmaids, and this had thrilled them both. Danny was his best man, Cooper was Blaine's, and Burt...well Burt was just everything.
"Dad?"
"Hmm?"
"Before this happens..."
"Kurt don't," Burt whispers, and Kurt notices that his eyes are shimmering. "Please. I'm barely keeping it together as it is."
"I'll keep it brief, I promise. I just wanted to let you know that you're everything to me. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. You've had constant faith and belief in me and you've loved me devotedly. If I can ever be half the man you are, I think I'll have done okay."
Burt stares down at the floor, and Kurt notices two tears splash onto his newly shined shoes. He clears his throat and looks up. Bringing Kurt close, he closes his eyes as he gently kisses his forehead. "I love you," he whispers. "And you're my everything too. I couldn't wish for a better son."
"Daddy, I see papa!"
"Okay." Kurt blows his nose quickly, and Burt kisses his son one more time, before taking his seat, while Danny bounces up and down excitedly.
"Let's do this, daddy! Let's get you married!"
"As your brother, and best man, I feel it's my duty to say something before we walk down that aisle together."
"Something entirely inappropriate no doubt," Blaine jokes, as he straightens his bow tie. "I know all about wedding night expectations thanks, we've been practicing for months."
"Actually, I was going to say that I know we're really fortunate to have Emma and Kurt in our lives, but you'll always be my best friend, Blaine. I feel incredibly lucky to have such an amazing brother, and I'm really proud of you today."
"Oh God, Cooper!" Blaine looks up at the bright blue sky and blinks hard, but the tears fall regardless. "Why'd you choose this moment for sentimentality? Jeez!" He laughs, as does Copper, and the pair fall into a deep hug. "Same," he whispers. "Best friends forever."
"Ready?"
The soft music starts to play, and Blaine looks over to where Tabitha and Lucy stand, waving. The other side of them he can see Danny's blond hair, and he smiles, before frowning, when he sees someone else. "Yeah. Hang on. Is that Mickey Mouse?"
"Told ya."
The wedding ceremony seems to be over as quick as a flash. Looking back, they both remember different things. Blaine remembers being stunned that Kurt could pull off a silver tux, before remembering that Kurt always looks sensational.
Kurt remembers that Blaine had seemed to glow with happiness as he walked slowly toward him, and that Lucy had called out "my Blainey so pretty," making everyone laugh.
Blaine knows that everyone cried, even Mickey Mouse, and he also knows that as soon as the officiant had pronounced them as husbands, Kurt had kissed him tenderly, as if he never wanted it to end. It was Danny who pulled them apart, and they lifted him up between them, kissing his cheeks and making him squeal.
Kurt knows that Danny, Tabitha and Lucy got fed up with photos in the end. At the time he wondered why, but when over six hundred proofs were emailed to him, he realized.
Both will always remember that evening, spent with family, watching the sun set and the animals roam in the park, as they all sipped champagne and laughed together, and both will always remember the moment they closed the door to their honeymoon suite, and immediately fell into a deep and passionate kiss.
"My husband," Kurt murmurs against Blaine's lips. He closes his eyes, sighing happily at the feel of Blaine trailing kisses along his jaw. "My love."
"Mr Anderson-Hummel."
"Mr Anderson-Hummel."
"Was it all you had hoped for? The wedding?"
"Better," Kurt says, sliding his hands under Blaine's jacket. "A totally perfect day."
"I agree."
"I'm oddly nervous about this part though."
"You are? Oh thank God, I thought it was just me." Blaine lets out a massive sigh of relief, and seems to sag in Kurt's arms. "Why am I nervous? It's not like we haven't done this before."
"I know." Kurt gives a laugh, and slides Blaine's jacket from his shoulders, and then his own. "It's absurd. It kept me awake last night. I was wondering who's gonna top... what position... what if something goes wrong?"
"Something always goes wrong when we make love," Blaine points out. "But we laugh about it."
"We do," Kurt agrees. He sits on the bed and watches as Blaine uncorks the bottle of champagne. "But I feel like this is our wedding night, you know? Like it should be all deep and sincere."
"I get that. I feel the same pressure. But I also know that I've never been this way with anyone except you. Any weird noises, we just laugh. Any position doesn't work, we just joke about it and try something new. It's always entirely perfect because it's not perfect. Does that make sense?"
"It does. So what do we do? Get wrecked and have drunk sex again?"
"Hmm." Blaine hands him a glass and gently knocks them together. "As much as that was a whole heap of fun, not for our wedding night, huh?"
"See? We both want this to be perfect. I won't even be able to get it up at this rate. It'll go into hiding and never come out again."
Blaine laughs loudly and sits on the bed sideways, facing Kurt, and wraps his legs around his waist. "Why don't we just forget about it for now? We can fool around a little maybe, take a bath? I don't know. But we can relax, drink this, and then see where the evening takes us."
"Okay. But just so you know? If certain parts of me won't work, we'll have to get divorced so that I can relax again."
"Noted. Want me to fill the tub?"
"Sure."
The tub is big, and sunken. Blaine goes to town, lighting candles and getting soft music to play over the speaker system. He pours more champagne, and sets it on the edge of the tub, then tugs his groom into the bathroom where he kisses him lovingly. "Just relax."
"Easy for you to say."
"Actually, it's not."
Kurt starts to undress, but Blaine stops him, doing it himself instead. As each button on his shirt is opened, Blaine follows it with his lips, until he's at the top of his belt buckle, kneeling on the floor and looking up. "I love you," he says with a smile, and he gently runs his hand over the front of Kurt's pants, enjoying the way he swells in his hand.
"You always have this effect," Kurt whispers, reaching down to run a hand through Blaine's hair. "Here. Let me..." He reaches for his belt, pulling it through the loop, only as he does so, Blaine moves, and the end of the leather belt, with its silver tip, hits Blaine right in the eye.
"Fuck!"
"Oh Jesus, Blaine! Shit!" Kurt falls to his knees, clutching Blaine's hands which are firmly clamped over his eye. "Oh crap. Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
"Your damn clothing!" Blaine groans. "And you! You're a klutz."
"I know I am. Sorry. So, so sorry. Here, let me look."
"Don't touch it," Blaine warns. He pulls his hands away and blinks hard. "You moron. Good thing I love you so much." He catches Kurt's eye and they dissolve into laughter, until Kurt takes his face gently in his hands and kisses over his bad eye.
"Oh god. I'm so sorry, Blaine. Really. Tell me how I can make it up to you."
"Gimme a blowjob in the tub."
"Very funny."
"That wasn't a joke."
"Oh. How will I breathe?"
"You can come up for air, Kurt, I'm not that sadistic!" He laughs again and undresses himself. "Get your own clothes off. I fear for my life when I try to seduce you."
"You're so romantic." He strips quickly, and his insides do a funny little lurch of pleasure when Blaine holds his hand out to help him down into the tub. It really is the little things, he realizes. The small gestures that make him love him just that little bit more.
Blaine settles back, and holds his arms out for Kurt to lean back against his chest, but he hesitates, biting his lip. "The blowjob. Did you want that now?"
Blaine gives a low laugh, and shakes his head. "No, I just want you in my arms. Come here."
He pulls Kurt back against his chest, kissing into his neck, and slides the fingers of their left hands together, for them both to look down at their matching platinum wedding rings. "Pretty perfect."
"Totally."
"Married men."
"It's insane, isn't it? A year ago I was just returning to Lima. We hadn't even met."
"In the space of a year, I've acquired a son, a husband, a new job, a bigger mortgage and a ramshackle old house."
"Hey! That house will be completely perfect when it's done."
"It will. I'm sorry we have to start married life living with my parents. I didn't think the apartment would sell so quickly."
"It's not a problem, I keep telling you. It'll be a month at the most."
"We can still have sex," Blaine announces. "I'll just ask dad to put a lock on the door."
"Oh my god, you can't! I'd be super embarrassed. We'll just have to be sneaky. Wait until everyone's in bed. I'm not going without for a whole month."
"No way. I'd miss this too much," Blaine says, sliding his hand under the water to gently squeeze Kurt's cock.
Kurt leans his head back on Blaine's shoulder, closing his eyes and resting his hand over him, encouraging him to squeeze again. "S'good."
"Yeah." Blaine drops a gentle kiss to Kurt's shoulder, and squeezes again, running his hand along the length. "Keep your hand there. Do it with me."
"But I..."
"Touch yourself," Blaine breathes, and the arousal in his voice makes Kurt give a soft whine. "It's so hot."
So he does. Kurt has never been all that big on masturbation. Sure, he's indulged, but it's always been a bit rushed and frantic, and afterwards he's been left feeling a little hollow and empty.
This is new. This is him, slowly stroking his now hard cock under the water, while one of Blaine's hands massages his balls, and the other teases over his chest, rolling his right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Blaine."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," he moans, his words catching as he twists his hand slightly and the pleasure increases. "Take me."
"No. I want you to make yourself come for me, Kurt. Right here."
"But..."
"Oh we're gonna be making love for the entire night," he says directly into Kurt's ear, making him shudder. "But I really want to see you doing this. It's turning me on so much, Kurt."
As if to emphasise, he pulls Kurt back, making sure his erection slots between his ass cheeks. "That's what you're doing to me."
"Oh god." His speed increases, while Blaine's hands roam over his body. "Oh fuck."
"Kneel up for me, Kurt, so I can watch you come."
He scrambles to his knees and spins around to face his husband. Suddenly he's desperate for this to happen, for Blaine to watch him as he pleasures himself. "Oh shit this is good."
"Oh yes," Blaine says smugly. "Your hand has special powers, I'm telling you."
"Shut up," Kurt says, giving a breathy laugh. "I just meant... Oh god, I'm gonna come."
"Yeah go on, Kurt. Come on me, go on."
He does, crying out and clutching the side of the bath for support, as he spills over Blaine's chest and down into the water. Blaine thinks he's possibly never seen a more beautiful sight than Kurt bringing himself to orgasm, his head thrown back and mouth parted in pleasure. He shudders, then falls forward, kissing Blaine's lips.
"I love you," Blaine murmurs before licking into his mouth.
"I love you too." Kurt pulls back, smiles softly and then falls under the water.
"What are you... Oh. Oh." He gasps when Kurt takes him into his mouth. He's already helplessly turned on, and the indescribable pleasure of feeling Kurt's tongue exploring him makes him buck upwards, crying out. "Shit! Your mouth, Kurt. Oh my god, your mouth."
Kurt surfaces briefly, taking a deep breath before going back under for more. Blaine doesn't know what to do with his hands. He rakes them through his hair, catches the sides of the bath and rubs distractedly at Kurt's shoulders, before giving into his desires, gripping Kurt's hair tightly and thrusting up into his mouth.
Kurt relaxes his throat, taking him deeper and letting Blaine direct it all. He drives as hard and as deep as he can, and Kurt comes up for air once more before diving back under, running his tongue into his slit, and then Blaine is coming, shooting into the warm heat of Kurt's mouth, until he is shaking and spent, falling back weakly and releasing his grip on Kurt's hair.
"Holy shit," he groans, when a soaking wet Kurt lands on his chest. "This was not how I thought our wedding night would go down."
Kurt laughs, kissing his chest before looking up at him. "You said we'd be doing this for the entire night."
"Oh we will be, just gimme some time to recover from that. Man. You...you are so incredibly hot. I mean, I love you beyond measure. You're an amazing and beautiful person with a kind heart but honestly? You're hot as hell, too. Like, I look at you and I think "yeah, Anderson, you did good there.""
Kurt laughs loudly, completely thrilled at Blaine's words, and his cheeks turn pink with pleasure. "Anderson-Hummel."
"That too. We're married, Kurt. You and me. Married. Husband's."
Kurt sits, handing him a glass of champagne and they toast one another. "Husband's."
They leave the bath, with Kurt insisting on drying Blaine off; which actually means wrapping them both in the same towel and softly kissing him over and over.
"You'll get me going again," Blaine murmurs happily, as Kurt kisses his neck.
"And that would be a bad thing because?"
"Because I'm not quite ready."
"Oh I think you are, Blaine." He backs them slowly out of the bathroom, until they reach the bed, where he encourages Blaine to lie down before he crawls over him. "I think you can go again and again and again."
"That's a lot."
"I know, but you love it."
"I do."
Resigned happily to his fate, Blaine turns onto his side for Kurt to spoon behind him. They make love quietly, still sated and sleepy from their time in the bath. Even so, both are hard and wanting, and they reach a quiet climax together, before Kurt curls protectively around his husband and they both fall asleep.
"Blaine!"
"Go away."
"No. Blaine!"
"Go away or I'm divorcing you."
"We've only been married twelve hours!"
"I don't care, it's four in the freaking morning."
"I got the job."
Blaine sits quickly, rubbing at his eyes and peering at Kurt who is illuminated by his phone. "What?"
"I got up to use the bathroom and thought I'd check my phone. The college emailed me sometime this afternoon. They can offer me three days teaching adult theatre classes, and get this, two afternoons running a children's community theatre. I can put Danny on the stage!"
Blaine frowns. "Does Danny want to be on the stage?"
"Oh who cares what he wants? I can be a pushy showbiz parent!"
Blaine laughs, and pulls Kurt into his arms. "Well done. I'm proud. Slightly concerned for Danny's fate, but extremely proud of you. See? It feels right, doesn't it?"
"So right! This is the greatest day ever! Oh, well, it was pretty good when Danny was born, and when we got engaged. Oh, and also? I really liked it when..."
"Stop talking," Blaine laughs, smiling lovingly at his happy husband. "Let me kiss you instead."
He draws Kurt down, loving the scratch of his stubble as he nuzzles in to kiss under his jaw. "I adore you," he murmurs softly. "You're funny, beautiful, cute, caring... Kurt, I just love you so completely. I will forever."
Kurt says nothing, but suddenly Blaine's cheek is wet, and he gently rolls them over until they lie side by side. "Hey, don't cry. Everything's so good."
"I know! That's why I'm crying! I love you too, with all of my heart. When you were standing at that altar... Blaine, I've never felt more assured and certain of anything. We were made for one another. We were made to have this life together and I am so happy we found one another."
Blaine pulls him close, kissing him softly in the darkness. Gradually their hands start to wander once more, until Blaine sits up and holds Kurt in his lap. "I think this is my favourite," he murmurs, as he enters him. "Making love like this. I love the closeness, the eye contact and... You."
"I love you too," Kurt whispers, before kissing him tenderly once more.
They lose track of time, falling asleep after, and then waking when it's light to make love again. Both are unable to get enough of the closeness it brings, the deepening of their love for one another, and of course, the pleasure.
"Being married is fucking fantastic," a weary and worn out Kurt declares. "I mean, I might not be able to move for a week, but wow, I feel like we've really made the most of our wedding night."
"Somehow, I doubt we'll always get time to do this, but yeah, it's been good."
"It's gonna be fun though, right? Everything that's coming our way? The move, our jobs, a new school for Danny..."
"It's going to be completely incredible." Blaine grins, and leans in to kiss his husband again. "You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because we're married."