Blaine had been over the moon when his teacher sent the entire class an e-mail, informing them of an emergency which made it impossible for him to teach today. Two hours of unexpected freedom were the perfect ending to a long Friday in an equally long week. Excited and so done with school for now, Blaine decided to hurry home unannounced, and surprise Kurt with cheesecake, and maybe even takeaway. They had wedding details to discuss this weekend, and had agreed to avoid any other social outings to get at least a few things on their long list done. Even if Kurt can be a nitpicker, obsessing over details and being very loud and opinionated, Blaine enjoys preparing their wedding. How can he not be excited about romance and the prospect of forever together? At least that's his standpoint now, before they've spent five hours discussing which font they'll use on their invitations.

Oh well, Blaine is excited now, and is literally bouncing up the stairs, with his book-heavy satchel over one shoulder and a paper bag with Japanese takeaway in one hand and a cardboard box with a thin rope and a bow securely in the other hand – and cheesecake inside the box, obviously.

Blaine somehow manages to juggle everything he's carrying, and still get his keys out from the bottom of his satchel (why do keys always end up in the bottom?) to unlock the door.

He hadn't imagined the vision greeting him – Kurt in the arms of some handsome man vaguely reminding Blaine of Zac Efron as he looked in Hairspray. The Copy-Zac has one arm secured tightly around Kurt's waist, and Kurt is showing off just exactly how flexible he is with the deep dip he's bent in. Their hands are intimately linked, and Kurt's other hand is flailing against Zac the Second's chest as if he needs to move some part of him to maintain balance.

"Oh, hi Blaine!" Kurt greets him with his head tilted backwards, speaking with his face upside-down. "You're home early," he says happily. The Zac-a-be helps Kurt back up, and soon after Kurt is kissing Blaine's cheek and relieving him of the food.

"Link and I were just wrapping it up," he says as he carries the food bags to their kitchen. From the corner of his eye, he can see Link dissemble a portable speaker from his iPod, efficiently killing the sound of classical music. "I know you have years of formal training behind you, but thanks to Link I think I'm soon up to the Anderson-standard for our wedding waltz."

"Anderson-Hummel," Blaine corrects him with a fond smile, and brushes the back of his hand across Kurt's cheek until he cups his face and lets himself drown in his fiancé's eyes.

"Kurt, I'm heading out, but I'll see you both next week?"

"Yes, but remember we can't start until 5, Blaine has classes."

"Sure thing," Link nods, and leaves him.

"Next week, I'll be waltzing with my future husband," Kurt sighs, and swoons, letting himself lean closer to Blaine, with his arms wrapped around his neck.

"Who says you have to wait for an entire week?"

"The more rehearsal, the better execution," Kurt murmurs, and kisses his jaw.

"Exactly. I spent a lot of time preparing that speech for when I proposed, and I know I'll spend every waking minute to get my speech during the dinner absolutely perfect," he says and tightens his hold around Kurt

"And we do take our sweet time comparing our alternatives, to guarantee the table decorations will be just like we want them to be," Kurt plays along, and nibbles at Blaine' earlobe. "And then there's that other thing we might need to prepare, with all the expectations and everything."

"That other thing?" Blaine swallows, and exhales deeply as Kurt walks him backwards without letting go of his touch, his embrace and his kisses keeping Blaine warm and electric.

"The wedding night," Kurt whispers cheekily.

"Oh, yes," Blaine exclaims, and almost stumbles – thank goodness for his fiancé's rapid reflexes and strong arms. "Absolutely, definitely, the wedding night, yup, can never be too prepared," he blurts out, and Kurt chuckles.

"Let's… practice," Kurt suggests, and pushes Blaine down on their shared bed. Thank goodness for early weekends!