It was late spring in Lima. The weather was turning warmer and the trees were in full bloom. Kurt sat in the backyard of his father's house, rocking on the swing as he caught up with Santana over the phone.

"When are you coming back, Kurt? I miss you."

"Soon," Kurt said with a smile. "I've decided to reapply at NYADA and Blaine is having his Berklee credits transferred to Julliard. All should be ready for the upcoming fall semester."

"I guess I better start looking for a permanent roommate," Santana murmured.

"Aww, I'm sorry honey. I just … I don't want to be apart from him – not ever."

"I know. And I don't want you to be apart from him either. I'll miss you but I know that wherever you live you'll give me a key so that I can check up on you two troublemakers any time I want."

Kurt grinned because he knew it was true. "Okay, but you know what a sock on the door means."

"You're gross, Hummel." They both laughed.

"But you love me anyway."

"More than words can say," she said.

Kurt had finished his conversation with Santana and was now making a celebratory dinner. What better time to try the new recipe he found for eggplant parmesan? He and Blaine had received the best news from the Boston Police Department. Tyler had pleaded guilty to domestic abuse and assault charges. As soon as he healed enough to leave the hospital he would be transported straight to jail. Eight years. Eight years of hell is what Tyler got and although Kurt was happy about that – he didn't think it was nearly enough for what he did to his boyfriend.

Burt and Carole would soon be home from work and Blaine was on his way from an errand he had to run. Kurt was carefully cutting the eggplant into large oval discs when he felt arms circle his torso from behind. He set the knife down and smiled, pressing back into the familiar warmth. "I missed you," Kurt whispered.

"Not more than I missed you," plump and warm lips were pressed to the back of Kurt's neck.

"What do you think you're doing to me, Mr. Anderson?"

"I …kiss… am …kiss… trying …kiss… to …kiss… gain …kiss… your …kiss… attention …kiss… Mr. …kiss… Hummel …kiss…"

"Oh, I think you've got it and then some," Kurt swooned.

"Good," Blaine turned him around by the hips and smiled into his eyes. "Because I have a surprise for you," he rocked up onto his toes barely able to contain himself.

"You know I love surprises," Kurt kissed his nose.

Blaine slipped his hands into Kurt's intertwining their fingers. "You and I have been through so much pain this past year and especially recently. And I know we are still both works in progress but we are healing – and healing together. Kurt, I am so grateful for you and I love you so much."

"I love you too," Kurt interrupted with watery eyes.

Blaine placed a chaste kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth. "I booked us a little weekend getaway so that we can re-connect … properly," he blushed softly and pressed his lips together. "I'm ready for our next step, if you are."

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt hugged him tight. "I'm ready too. I'm so ready."

A little more than half-way into the drive, Kurt was convinced that Blaine had planned a weekend in Columbus; but when Blaine kept driving through the city (after a stop for some food) Kurt's curiosity was peaked. "Where are you taking me, Blaine Warbler?"

"I told you, it's a surprise."

"There's nothing more interesting in Ohio than Columbus."

"Yes there is. You."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Kurt quipped.

"Remember that for later," Blaine said with a smirk and a chuckle.

Two and a half hours after they left Lima, Blaine pulled into Logan, Ohio. It was a small town and not much different than Lima but when they entered the Cedar Falls property Kurt's jaw hit the floor. "Blaine, this is absolutely gorgeous."

"Isn't it?"

"Look at all the trees and the cute cabins! Blaine!"

Blaine gave himself an internal pat on the back. He had known Kurt would like it here and he loved making him happy. "These cabins are the standard ones. I booked us a luxury one."

"Blaine, you didn't have to do all this you know."

"I know but I wanted to. You deserve it."

They parked and after Blaine checked them in at the main cottage, he led Kurt up a set of stairs to a beautiful tree-house log cabin overlooking greenery and a rose garden. Kurt stood on the porch taking in his surroundings. It was very secluded, peaceful and beautiful. When Blaine opened the door and led him in Kurt gasped at how adorable and romantic it was. It was small and quaint. The décor was a marriage of rustic and Victorian. Kurt fell in love with it, instantly. He moved around the living room in a gleeful state as Blaine followed. They checked out the small but modern kitchen, the cute but functional bathroom then the cozy but immaculate bedroom. "Blaine, there are rose petals on the duvet!" Kurt squealed.

"I know, honey. I requested them."

Kurt was so overwhelmed with that statement. Blaine did this. For him. For them. He lunged into Blaine's arms and hugged him tight. "You are the best. Thank you, this is exactly what we need."

"I'm so happy it's gotten the Hummel approval," Blaine grinned. "Now come on, let's check out the gardens then we can come back here and order room service."

"They have room service here?"

"Of course. You didn't think either one of us would actually be using the kitchen did you?"

"No. I suppose not. Not for cooking anyway," Kurt gave Blaine a sly grin, making him blush.

"Kurt!"

The gardens were spectacular. They had every natural colour of rose possible along with a variety of other flowers and shrubbery. It was well landscaped and gave off a fragrant aroma. Kurt's favourite part about it though was the small path that led to a large clearing where a fire pit was situated. It would be perfect for the evening where they could curl up with a blanket, roast marshmallows and drink hot chocolate. Blaine really had outdone himself.

They moved on, taking a walk around the grounds. There were a lot of people around but it didn't seem crowded because everything was so well spaced out. They wandered into the restaurant and decided to have dinner there instead of ordering in. It was nice to be out together again. Kurt had missed this and now that he had it back there was no way he was going to lose it again.

Blaine lifted his glass (filled with iced tea), "to new beginnings," he said quietly, giving Kurt a bashful gaze.

"To us," Kurt added as they clinked their glasses together.

Blaine ordered steak while Kurt decided to try the crab. They ate among soft conversation and comfortable silence. They took their time devouring their food and each other with soft longing gazes and shy smiles. There was no denying they were in love. More in love than they had ever been.

After they shared a generous piece of German chocolate cake for dessert, they decided to walk back to their cabin making a pit stop at the spa so they could book appointments for next day. Kurt wanted the relaxing satin scrub and mud wrap treatment while Blaine wanted to go for the more adventurous warm bamboo massage. They booked both as well as couples facials and pedicures to Kurt's insistence - although Blaine didn't give any resistance.

Once they were situated in their cabin and curled up on the couch, Kurt pulled Blaine into his embrace. "Hey you, thank you for doing all this. I'm having a wonderful time." He kissed into his curls.

"It's my pleasure, honey," Blaine sighed happily. "But the night is not over yet. Do you want to go roast some marshmallows?"

"I think I want to save that for tomorrow night. I'm quite comfortable staying right here with my arms wrapped around you."

Blaine shifted so that he could look into Kurt's eyes. He murmured softly, "it is kinda perfect, isn't it? Just being here with each other."

"Not perfect yet, Blaine."

Blaine lifted a brow, gently. "Oh? Did I forget something?"

"Yes. You forgot to kiss me. I haven't been kissed in so long," Kurt whined even-though he knew it had only been minutes.

A grin smeared along Blaine's lips. "Oh, my bad. How could I have forgotten such an important detail?" He inched closer and kissed Kurt's lips delicately. His tummy fluttered as heat spread from his heart all the way down into his groin. Their kiss intensified and within minutes, Blaine was completely on top of his boyfriend, devouring every square inch of his face and throat.

"Blaine, are you sure…"

"I'm sure."

Kurt closed his eyes. It had been far too long since he'd been intimate with Blaine. It had been more than a year since they had made love. Deep down in his heart he knew they were ready and he wanted it so much. It had been torture to have Blaine around him – so close to him – even sleeping in the same bed and not able to ravish him. But they had made a promise to each other to wait until the time was right for both of them. Judging by the deep ache in his gut and by Blaine's worshipping tongue, the time was right. It was so right.

"B-Blaine…" Kurt moaned.

"My love," Blaine's voice was muffled and hot against Kurt's neck.

"I love you so much. I want you so much."

Blaine lifted his head gently, "I'm right here, baby and all yours."

Kurt mewled, "mine, mine, mine," as he pecked at Blaine's lips.

"Come on," Blaine lifted off of him and held his hand out. "Accompany me to our bedroom," his hazels were lustrous, even more-so than usual.

They kissed their way clumsily into the bedroom. Their nerves were eveident as their shaky hands disrobed one another but they remembered how to do this. Their hearts were guiding them as fingertips caressed bare chests, arms, and hips. Rose petals still adorned the white duvet as Kurt lay Blaine down. His body nude before him except for snug fitting boxer briefs - and he could see that Blaine was already very well aroused. A whimper escaped Kurt's lips as the hunger grew in his gut. "You are so beautiful."

A silent blush. Blaine gazed upward at his boyfriend. His creamy chest was gorgeous in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

"And you are mine," Kurt continued. "Every square inch of you is mine, Blaine Anderson." Kurt hovered over Blaine but his mouth dipped down until it was touching flesh. He kissed every morsel while whispering "mine" in between each kiss. First, he kissed each curl, "mine." His eyelids and lashes, "mine." His forehead, "mine." His nose, "mine." His cheeks, "mine." His lips, "mine."

He worked lower along his jawbone and throat. He took his time pecking a trail along his clavicle and paused to suckle a soft bruise into the hollow between the bone and his shoulder. "Mine". He moved down and peppered his chest, along his defined pectoral muscles, pausing at each nipple to suck greedily. "Mine, mine."

Blaine was on fire. It had been so long since he had felt Kurt's mouth on his body. During the past couple months they did have some heated make out sessions and of course they kissed but they had never allowed themselves to go much below the neck. He whimpered as Kurt worked him over, purring out "Kurt…"

Kurt was lapping at his abdomen now, his lips almost hopping down each rib and placing kisses along them, "Mine." His tongue snaked out and trailed along his taut stomach, nuzzling along the dark trail of hair below his navel, "Mine." His fingertip tugged the waist of his boxers down just a little so that he could access each hip bone, placing loud kisses to each one, "Mine, mine."

Blaine was squirming now. His voice was husky and filled with lust. "Kurt… I want…" His fingertips reached down to tug very gently at Kurt's chestnut hair. "Please…"

Kurt slid Blaine's boxers down delicately and slowly, as if he was unwrapping a gift. And this was a gift. Blaine was his eternal gift. His tummy rumbled once he revealed Blaine's throbbing and thick erection. "So gorgeous, Blaine. You are perfect for me." He pressed his nose to the underside of Blaine's cock, which elicited a long and feral moan from Blaine's lips. "Ohhhh Goddddd…"

Then Blaine felt Kurt's lips press to the rigidness of his shaft. His hips thrust upward as Kurt teased him, pecking kisses all along the base, "mine, mine, mine." And lower, nuzzling his lips to his balls, "mine," and between Blaine's cheeks. He pressed in, his tongue lapping at the warm puckered entrance. Kurt's voice muffled, "mine." And that's when Blaine lost himself.

Kurt was startled at first when he heard and felt Blaine cry, but he soon realized that his boyfriend's sobs were not sorrowful or filled with pain. They emitted happiness, relief, and unabashed love. Kurt scampered up so that he could gaze into Blaine's wet eyes. "I love you." His hand caressed his cheek as his mouth closed on Blaine's to stifle all the sobbing. Blaine broke the kiss slowly, enjoying the soft pecking and suckling before he spoke, "I love you too and if you don't make love to me I think I might die."

"We can't have that," Kurt grinned. He moved to retrieve the small bottle of lube he had wisely placed in the bed side drawer. He kissed Blaine again then moved down to continue his work. His mouth instantly pressed to the inside of Blaine's knee, "mine", and thigh, kissing and suckling, "mine." Blaine widened and let his bent legs fall away from each other, giving Kurt all the access he needed, offering him everything. Then suddenly, he felt a cold fingertip against his entrance.

It had been a long while since Kurt heard Blaine's babbling. He had almost forgotten how arousing it was – how much he loved it. "You're beautiful," he murmured as his mouth continued to kiss along his legs and his lubed up finger pressed gently in.

"Holy shit, Kurt" Blaine's voice was urgent and his hands went immediately to Kurt's shoulders, squeezing. "Please, baby, I need more."

"In time, my love," Kurt said gently. He wanted to take Blaine right now. His bulge was thick and aching against the fabric of his briefs but he needed to take his time for Blaine's sake and he wanted to enjoy every second of this. His finger slipped deeper and began to pump and soon he was able to add a second finger, massaging Blaine from the inside out making him moan continuously.

"Kuuuuuuuurt, Kuuurt, Kurt."

"Mine," Kurt murmured as he watched his boyfriend come undone. Then without warning, his lips pressed a kiss to Blaine's leaking tip and slid down his shaft, engulfing him into his mouth.

"FUCK." Blaine was wrecked. He could only whimper as Kurt expertly blew him … and his fingers … God, yes! And Kurt was no better. He was slowly coming undone by Blaine's babbling and thrusting. He slipped in a third finger, stretching him, preparing him for the cock that was now aching painfully.

Kurt's tongue lapped broadly all the way up Blaine's cock, suckling at the engorged tip before murmuring again, "mine … all fucking mine, Blaine."

"Yesss. Everything's yours. All of me." Blaine panted.

With that, Kurt drew up onto his knees, pushed his briefs down desperately, squirted a generous amount of lube onto himself, his hand rubbing it in. He was grateful that both of them had had the foresight to get tested when Blaine was in the hospital – they were both clean which meant no condoms, which meant they would truly be united. With these thoughts in his mind, Kurt was unable to wait any longer, he pressed then sunk into Blaine's ass. His sweet, hot, tight ass. Kurt lost his mind - but then froze. The feeling was too much, not enough, yet perfect. The emotions were fresh and new yet familiar. It was like coming home. Tears sprung into Kurt's eyes as he lowered himself down – chest to chest, bringing one of Blaine's legs with him, exposing him, opening him up for a better angle. His face nuzzled into Blaine's throat, breathing him in … and he felt Blaine's hands all over him, caressing his back, gripping his biceps then sliding into his hair and tugging.

Kurt moved. He thrust then stopped because oh my God, he was already so close to coming. He had to will himself to calm down.

"Fuck me," Blaine pleaded. "Kurt, I need you to fuck me."

So he fucked him. Kurt's thighs and hips were relentless as they drove into his boyfriend. But even-though it was hot and feral, they were making love – because he loved this man and this man loved him. Kurt's head was spinning with emotions. His cheeks were wet with tears. His body shone with sweat as his rhythm picked up. The feel of Blaine's engorged and throbbing cock trapped between their stomachs made Kurt drive into Blaine harder and harder until neither of them could hold off any longer.

"Kurt, Kurt … I need … I'm going to … I love you…" An abundance of sticky hot cum coated Blaine's (and Kurt's) stomach as he cried out - his chest heaving in pure emotion and lack of oxygen. His trembling legs wrapped around Kurt's waist coaxing him deeper with each thrust until Kurt came too – filling his sensitive ass as he babbled against Blaine's throat, "Blaaaaainnne, fuck fuck fuck."

They stayed that way for a while, murmuring and rocking as they both came down from their highs. Their muscles trembling, their mouths softly panting, and their hearts united. Kurt remained half on Blaine unable to move despite their sticky bodies. They were silent but they said everything. Once the blood started to filter back into Blaine's brain he realized he was cold and reluctantly extracted himself from Kurt's body. He returned with a bottle of water and a warm washcloth, cleaning Kurt first then himself before settling back under the covers with his boyfriend wrapped up in his arms. Kurt kissed his chest softly as he laid his head against it. "I love you."

"Hmm. And I you," Blaine hummed as he drew hearts along Kurt's bicep with his fingertip. "I could stay here forever with you."

"Let's"

A smile smeared Blaine's face. "Okay."

A few more minutes passed by. Kurt's eyelids were heavy with sleep as he curled closer into Blaine. He thought he would fall asleep in this position and he was completely okay with that. His eyes fluttered closed but then opened again gently when he heard Blaine begin to softly sing, his voice husky and raw:

"Walk to the other side

May as well enjoy the view

So roll down the grassy hills

Find your long lost youth

Love the one that got away

Wonder what tomorrow says

But the future starts today

You're beautiful, beautiful

My dear

Oh, my dear

You're beautiful tonight

Laugh until we see the light

But the light was already here

I can see it now and it's

All so clear"

Blaine's voice broke about half way through but he kept singing, whispering the melody into the dimly-lit room, his palm rubbing gently along his lover's back. When he stopped he heard what he had already felt – Kurt's gentle sobbing.

"It's not finished but it's the beginning of a song I've been working on the past couple of weeks. I'll play it for you when we get home if you like."

"You … wrote that?"

"Of course. For you."

"It's beautiful, Blaine. Thank you." He placed a delicate kiss to Blaine's wet chest.

Blaine kissed into Kurt's hair, "beautiful, like you."

Kurt couldn't' believe that just a couple months ago he was passed out drunk and high in a stranger's apartment - lonely with pain in his heart. And now, here he was – sated and completely in love with the man of his dreams who had just written and sung a song for him. He could and would stay in this man's arms forever.

Blaine's heart was full and his soul was happy – a drastic change from how things were a few months ago. And he had Kurt to thank – this beautiful man who loved him unconditionally and with all his heart. His eyes fluttered closed, letting sleep start to take him as he held his man close to his chest.

"Blaine?"

"Mhmm?"

"Will you marry me?"

Blaine's eyes flew open. He nudged Kurt as he sat up. He needed his eyes. He needed to look into his eyes. And he did. Blue pools held his gaze as he tried to grasp what Kurt had just asked him.

"What?" He whispered.

"Blaine Anderson, will you marry me?" His voice was soft, angelic, and sure … and the regard of Kurt's eyes, the genuine smile on his lips told Blaine that he was serious. Beyond serious.

"Kurt? … Yes? Oh my God, YES!"

Kurt slid up and captured Blaine's mouth. He knew it was out of the blue. He was never planning on it but his heart was insisting. His heart needed this. He knew that Blaine would eventually be his husband one day – he just didn't want to wait. And after all they'd been through, they didn't need a grand gesture although Kurt was already planning a fabulous engagement party in his mind.

Blaine broke the kiss gently and pressed his forehead to Kurt's. Both of their cheeks were wet and warm. "On one condition," Blaine added.

Kurt lifted a brow and Blaine laughed at how adorable he looked. "The condition is that you allow me to take your last name."

"Well, yes. But the real question is whether it will be Anderson-Hummel or Hummel-Anderson." Kurt said.

"No," Blaine said seriously as he settled back down on the bed pulling Kurt beside him - this time, forehead to forehead. "I mean, just Hummel. I want to have your last name and only your last name. And I want our children to have it too."

Kurt closed his eyes and took in a slow breath. He needed a moment. The man he loved just agreed to marry him on the condition that he could take his last name – his father's last name. And he wanted to have babies with him. How on God's green earth did Kurt Hummel get so lucky? He opened his eyes and gazed into those beautiful golden hazels he loved so much. "Kurt and Blaine Hummel. It's perfect."

"Perfect," Blaine agreed and kissed his fiancé's lips once more before he finally let sleep take them.

That's how they slept – forehead to forehead, heart to heart, and with their hands clasped together - that night and every night thereafter.