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And now, onward with the Klaine! But first...

*Warning* again for possible triggers, that of which pertain to the many things that could go wrong with brain tumors.

Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.

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~C.J.

(Chapter 6)

Two years.

Nearly two years have gone by and the longing he feels for his soldier is just as strong as the first day. He lives at home with his dad and Carole now. Kurt doesn't see the appeal of living in an apartment alone, much less a house. Though he does make enough money to live comfortably on his own if he wanted to. He doesn't even mind the hour and a half drive to and from the college. Kurt only has classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays anyway. Plus, the drive gives him time to himself, to think mostly. More often than not, he thinks about Blaine.

Kurt finds it easier living with his dad and Carole, with Finn even. Being with his family helps him through the day. Since they've gotten over whatever aversion they had towards Blaine, they're really supportive of him now. His dad was his shoulder to cry on when Blaine's two birthdays came and went, even helping him build up Blaine's birthday care package. Carole was there to volunteer with him at their local Salvation Army during the holidays, because—as silly as it sounds—being there helps him feel more connected to Blaine. Finn and him became closer than ever during their time back under the same roof. Anytime he felt lonely, Finn was there to take him to a movie or veg out on the couch with him while they reminisced and just enjoyed being brothers with one another. Nothing could ever compare to Blaine's warm smile, his loving words, or the way his hazel eyes lit up whenever they landed on Kurt. But with his family finally in his corner rooting for them, it makes the journey a little easier.

Thankfully, Kurt won't have to wait for very much longer to gather up his soldier boy in his arms again. Just a few more days—a FEW MORE DAYS!—and he'll be able to go back to New York to welcome his love as he arrives home at the JFK airport. It's almost surreal after all this time. With that realization, Kurt sighs forlornly as he leans back against a desk. Kind of hard to concentrate when the love of his life is due home from his two-year deployment any day now! He shakes his head to try and regain focus, observing the couple dozen students he has in his Fashion Forecasting course. In all honestly, he has no idea why they assigned him to meet in a lecture hall today. It's not like he had hundreds of students taking his class. The Ohio University wasn't exactly flooded with Fashion and Retail Studies majors. But, well, one girl sees a mouse scurrying across the floor and suddenly his class is flooded with exterminators. Oh well. "Seeing as all my visuals are in my regular classroom, maybe we'll just go over your semester projects today. Unique, which fashion designer are you researching?"

The college student stood up and dusted off imaginary lint from her burgundy dress. "Just one Miss Sarah Blakely."

"Ahh, I see. And why do you think she was successful in forecasting fashion?"

Unique sassily snapped her fingers. "The woman invented Spandex. She's helped us ladies keep our luscious figures in check and has prevented many sex-riots because of it. Honey, if that ain't fashion forecasting success, I don't know what is." A couple of his students stood up and clapped, whooping and hollering in agreement. Unique curtsied and bowed at their praise.

Kurt chuckled fondly, "Can't ague with you there, I look forward to your presentation on it. And it's—"

"Professor Hummel, not Honey. I know, I know. My bad, teach."

Kurt rolled his eyes, gesturing for Unique to sit down while he looked for another student to call on. Just as he was about to call on one of the boys, music started to play softly throughout the lecture hall. He huffed, "Don't I always tell you all to turn off your cellphones before entering my class?" The music steadily got louder, and Kurt raised an eyebrow at them. "Well? Whose phone is it?"

Mmmm…

The students looked around themselves, every one of them shrugging in confusion as to where the music was coming from. Kurt was just about to open his mouth and tell them to knock off their foolishness, when—

I'm booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I'm gonna be alright

Without you baby is a waste of time

Kurt's entire body froze, glasz eyes widening when he realized the music was actually coming from the speakers in the room and not some electronic device from a student.

Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed

It got washed away in a summer rain

You can't undo a fall like this

'Cause love don't know what distance is

Yeah, I know it's crazy

As the oh so familiar velvet smooth voice caressed his ears, Kurt looked around the lecture hall frantically. Wondering if he's finally cracked, or—or if the one thing he's been hoping for the past two years has FINALLY happened.

That's when the double doors to the lecture hall burst open.

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"

I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else

Who cares if you're all I think about,

I've searched the world and I know now,

It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind

Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy

Are you with me baby? Let's be crazy

Everyone in the room turned towards the back to see a man in an army uniform. He was singing into a microphone that was obviously hooked up to the sound system in the classroom. No one needed an introduction to who this man was. His picture was the only one that decorated the desk in Professor Hummel's office.

Yeah

This was Blaine Anderson.

A sergeant in the U.S Army.

And true love to none other than Professor Kurt Hummel.

I wanna be scared, don't wanna know why

Wanna feel good, don't have to be right

The world makes all kinds of rules for love

I say, you gotta let it do what it does

Blaine smiled as he sang into the microphone, hazel eyes locked with Kurt's as he made his way down the stairs toward his boyfriend.

I don't want just another hug and a kiss goodnight

Catchin' up calls and a date sometimes

I love that we're rebels, and we still believe

We're the kind of crazy people wish that they could be, yeah

Kurt felt tears welling up in his eyes, the longing in his heart transitioning into something else entirely.

Oh, and I know we're crazy, yeah

The closer Blaine got to him, the more Kurt's frame started to shake.

His soldier was home.

His soldier was HOME.

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"

I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else

Who cares if you're all I think about,

I've searched the world and I know now,

It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind

Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy

You with me baby? Let's be crazy

Blaine stepped in front of Kurt, belting out the lyrics with all his heart and singing to his boyfriend as if they were the only ones in the room.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

He winked at Kurt, two-stepping an impromptu line dance during the short instrumental. Kurt chuckled wetly, happy tears dripping down his cheeks as his wonderful soldier made a complete goof of himself.

No, I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"

I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"

Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else

Who cares if you're all I think about,

I've searched the world and I know now,

It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind

Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy

Kurt squeaked when Blaine suddenly pulled their bodies together, encouraging Kurt to dance with him.

Yeah, look at us baby, tonight the midnight rules are breaking

There's no such thing as wild enough,

And maybe we just think too much

Who needs to play it safe in love?

Let's be crazy!

The professor couldn't hold in his surprised laughter when Sergeant Anderson easily picked him up, twirling them around the room without a care in the world.

They were together again. That's the only thing that mattered.

Na na na na oh na na na na oh

Blaine plopped Kurt onto the desk he had been initially leaning against, bending down on one knee to finish serenading the perfect man in front of him.

Kurt looked down at him adoringly, nothing but love shining through his baby blues.

Who cares if we're crazy? We gotta be crazy

I know that we're crazy, so let's be crazy

Yeah…

Ignoring the applause and the eyes on them, Kurt pulled Blaine up to stand in the space between his thighs and pressed the most tender of kisses to the other's lips. He poured every emotion he felt in the past two years into that kiss, moving their mouths against one another and wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck. His legs came up to wrap around Blaine's waist and pull him as close as possible, Kurt waving a distracted hand at the students behind them in a feeble attempt at dismissing his class. The faint sound of footsteps shuffling and bags being shouldered alerted Kurt to the fact that they got the message.

Kurt only pulled their lips apart when breathing became absolutely necessary, letting Blaine press their foreheads together as they let their breaths mingle in between them. The paler male huffed out a small whimper, tracing his nose across Blaine's tanned cheek, down the side of his neck, and finally settling on nuzzling his nose into the juncture between Blaine's neck and shoulder. Every one of his limbs tightened their hold on Blaine as Kurt inhaled his soldier's clean musky scent. Blaine rubbed his boyfriend's back comfortingly, burying his nose into Kurt's chestnut brown locks. Kurt shuddered in Blaine's arms, moisture gathering in his eyes at just being able to FEEL Blaine against him, warm, solid, and so goddamn REAL. His soft lips brushed against Blaine's skin, the soft barely there whisper of "Marry me," catching them both off guard.

The microphone dropped to the floor with a resonating bang.

"What?" Blaine asked softly, pulling back slightly, his eyes wide as saucers.

Swallowing nervously, Kurt felt his brain come up with numerous reasons why they shouldn't. It's too soon, we're not ready, he just got back, do I know him well enough, how will this work, he lives in another state, he's always overseas, and—and…and I love him. Kurt felt himself give Blaine a watery smile, his heart beginning to hammer against his chest. Instead of backpedaling, Kurt looked at Blaine with determination, the next words coming out of his mouth solid and unwavering. "I said…marry me."

Blaine let out a laugh, curt and still emanating disbelief. "Kurt, what—"

"Oh God, you're right, this is wrong. I can't TELL you to marry me. I have to ask you. This is all WRONG." Kurt disentangled himself from Blaine and proceeded to slide off the table to get down on one knee. "Wait…wait." He took one of Blaine's hands, taking a deep breath and looking up at his soldier. "Okay…okay."

"Kurt, stop." Blaine pleaded, hazel eyes becoming misty. "You sure you know what you're doing? This isn't because of how much you missed me, o-or the song just now, like everything just in the heat of the moment?" He rambled, wariness and panic seeping into his bones. "You don't have to do this. You really don't. I w-won't be mad, or disappointed. I pr-promise." His voice began to tremble, emotion threatening to spill over.

Kurt just smiled at him sweetly, gripping the hand in his reassuringly. "It is because of how much I missed you. It's also because of the song, and it's because of everything else." Before Blaine could shakily interrupt, Kurt continued. "Sergeant Blaine Anderson, I love you. I seriously love you. I have missed you more than you will ever possibly know."

Blaine let out a chuckle, a tear making it's way down his cheek. "I've missed you too."

"Maybe this is in the 'heat of the moment' as you said, but I don't care. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be there when you finally make Sergeant Major. I want to be the one who stays up with you on the nights when you have night terrors. I want to fight over what type of wallpaper to put in our living room. I want to get a tiny pocket puppy with you and call it something ridiculous like, Monster." He sniffed, tearing up once more.

Blaine wiped at his cheeks with is free hand, uneasiness replaced with hope. "Sounds eventful."

"Oh, it will be." Kurt teased, rubbing soothing circles into the back of his soldier's hand. "I want us to grow old together, to live our lives together. I love you like I can't ever hope to love any other person in this world." Kurt hiccupped, tears spilling out of his blue eyes at a faster rate. "When you were gone, I couldn't breathe. I was so worried. I just—I couldn't stand the thought of losing you!" He broke off, trying to reign in the sobs that threatened to break out.

Blaine got down on his knees too, "Baby, please, it's ok."

"No, no! I-I can do this." Kurt said, determined. "I'm not done." He rubbed at his eyes fiercely, finding it surprisingly easier to talk when Blaine was at eye-level. "Blaine, I can't stand the thought of allowing one more second to go by without you being my husband. I want to put a ring on this gorgeous guitar-strumming finger." Blaine laughed, shaking his head at Kurt's words. "But most of all, I want you to know that you are loved. That no matter where you are, or how far you go, you will always have me. So, with that blubbering chaos said, Blaine Devon Anderson, my brave Sergeant, my selfless hero, my one true love, will you do me the honor of becoming my amazing, AMAZING husband?"

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you insane, beautiful, ridiculous man. Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you!" Blaine agreed happily, launching himself forward to kiss Kurt passionately. Kurt fell backwards and the both of them rolled onto the floor. "I love you. I love you so much. My fiancé. My gorgeous, loving fiancé."

The taller man giggled, rolling Blaine over so he was hovering on top of him, "No, not fiancé. It's not enough. I want to be your husband already."

Blaine's smiled against his husband's lips, "I know, I know. I want that too, but Kurt, we need to plan a wedding first."

Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine's harder, "Nu uh, can't wait. Let's get married. Today, right now. Let's elope!"

Blaine's eyebrows rose at that, "Kurt, we can't! That's crazy! Wh-What about our friends? Your parents!"

"What happened to let's be crazy?" Kurt teased, pressing his forehead against Blaine's when he huffed. "Let's go somewhere and get married. We sign the papers, get everything official, and hopefully be married by this time tomorrow. This can be just for us. We can have an all out wedding later, after Brittney and Santana's or something. But today, right now, I just want us to go get married. We can do it at a place we've never been before…like Canada. Oh! Oh! Blaine let's go get marred in Canada! We can honeymoon in Niagara Falls! Please, please?"

Blaine smiled fondly at the man before him, overwhelmed with the feeling of being loved and wanted. "You really want to do this? You really want me?"

Kurt nodded happily, kissing Blaine's lips sweetly. "Forever and ever."

Blaine reached up to lace one of their hands together, mumbling against his lover's lips. "Yeah, yeah, forever sounds perfect."

Kurt blearily blinked his eyes open, trying to come back into awareness. It was hard. His mouth felt like he had just swallowed sand, his head hurt like a wicked hang over, and his body just ACHED. He felt awful. Whining a little, Kurt rubbed at his eyes gingerly, trying to survey his surroundings. It must be nighttime, taking in the dark room and the mess of rollout beds, pillows, and blankets.

He frowned slightly, the sight before him was really unexpected. His dad and Carole were curled up on one of the big reclining guest chairs, trying to sleep awkwardly and his dad hugging Carole in his sleep so she didn't slip off the seat. Blaine's parents occupied the rollout bed close to the sliding glass doors. He vaguely remembers their attempt to patch things up with him, but it was fuzzy. Just a lot of emotions swirled in his mind, anger, anxiety, and most of all, desperation. Kurt shivered, not really wanting to go back to whatever happened.

The wet nose that nuzzled his hand made him jump a little, only to giggle when he saw a furry head worm closer to his face to lick him in a happy greeting. "Hey Queen, hi buddy." Kurt cooed hoarsely, scratching behind the Akita's ears and causing the dog's tail to thump wildly. When the dog started to snuffle and pant a little too loudly at his human giving him totally awesome head scratches, Kurt settled him down. Letting Queen lick and nom on his fingers instead, poor thing just wanted to play with his favorite person.

Someone groaned at the foot of Kurt's bed, causing him to peer over his hospital bed too. Kurt's eyes widened. There was Finn, propped up against the wall, cheap blanket thrown over his massive form. But the surprising part, was Cooper basically right next to him, propped up as well with a pillow behind his head. When in the world did Cooper get here?

Then, an arm came out of nowhere and threw itself over Kurt's chest. Kurt gasped, momentarily thrown by the fact that there was another person in bed with him. But wait, there's only one person he'd allow in bed with him. A slow smile broke out across Kurt's face. "Blaine?" He choked. Kurt rolled over slightly, shaking the person next to him excitedly. "Blaine…Blaine! BLAINE!" He's here. Blaine's here! Kurt knew he would be! He just knew it!

The person next to him sat up suddenly, their long locks of hair flowing past their shoulders…wait, long locks? "Huh…Kurt? Kurt, you're awake! Everyone! Everyone, wake up! Kurt's awake!"

Rachel got of the bed and started shaking people awake, exclaiming about his coherency to a few people before running out of the room in her bare feet to fetch Quinn. Kurt was left in his bed, mouth slack, and hopes crushed. He couldn't even register the swirls of "Hey Buddy, you're awake."

"Dude, you scarred us so bad."

"Nice to know my brother-in-law is still with us."

"Oh Kurt, we were so worried."

The door slid open again, Quinn and Rachel emerging from the hallway. Just as Quinn's delicate hands came to cradle his face, tiny flashlight poised as his eyes, he smacked her hands away. Shock replaced with anger. "Don't touch me! Don't anyone touch me!" He raspy voice broke and screeched throughout the room, his visitors flinching at the harsh tone. Kurt looked over to glare at Rachel, tears of betrayal in his eyes. He couldn't believe he could EVER mistake her for Blaine. "The hell are you doing here?"

Rachel shrank back at the glare she was given, looking heartbroken and guilty for once in her life. "I-I heard about h-how you were sick. I thought I could…th-that we could just…"

"WHAT?! Be friends again?!" Kurt shouted. "You shut that door a long time ago, Rachel Berry! With your snotty attitude, and your obsessive need to be a self-absorbed BITCH!" Rachel pursed her lips together, willing herself not to cry. Before Kurt could say anything more, she turned on her heels and ran from the room, tears no doubt streaming down her face. Kurt shouted after her, "Just because I'm contained in a hospital bed doesn't mean I'm feeble enough to let you take advantage of me—" Kurt broke off with some raspy coughs, hacking at the strain his loud voice put on his dry throat. He was vaguely aware of Quinn putting a cup of water to his lips.

Finn stared after her, shaking his head at how mean his brother had just been. "Kurt, that was—that was SO not cool." He dropped the blanket he had been holding and proceeded to run after her.

Kurt finished his water and cleared his throat, glaring at where his brother had just left. "Fine, leave then. And don't come back!"

Queen whined at the angriness, jumping off the bed and hiding under it. Burt shook his head, "Buddy, that is enough. We can't go on like this." He turned to look at Quinn. "Dr. Fabray, I think it's time we went ahead with this thing."

Kurt felt his body grow cold, "Go ahead with what?"

Quinn nodded tiredly, "I think you're right."

"Don't ignore me! Go ahead with what?!"

Burt sat down on the bed next to his son, patting his leg. "Kurt, we're not waiting anymore. You're obviously not in you're right mind to be making rational decisions about your health. So…I'm making the decision now."

Kurt shook his head, scooting away from where his father sat. "No…No, NO you can't! I won't let you! Blaine won't let you!"

"Well, Blaine's not here!" Burt shouted back, internally wincing when he saw his son shrink back. The pale young man whimpered at the declaration and curled in on himself.

The sick man shook his head, "You have no faith. You don't know him like I do."

"Kurt," Carole whispered. "We just want you to get better. All this anger, these outbursts. The tumor is messing with you so much, honey. If you have another seizure like the last one…"

"What seizure?" Kurt inquired. Quinn and Carole not surprised that Kurt didn't remember it.

Quinn placed a hand on his shoulder, "While the Andersons were visiting with you, you had a pretty scary seizure. We managed to stabilize you, but there's no telling when the next one could happen. That's why your dad is right. When the neurosurgeon comes in tomorrow, you're having that surgery."

"You're lying. You're lying and telling me I had a stupid seizure just so I could have the surgery sooner. Well, I'm not falling for it!" Kurt yelled, chest heaving and body shaking with the effort.

Cooper sighed, "Goddammit, Kurt! Can't you see Quinn is just trying to do what's best for you?"

"You shut up. You're no better than your parents." Kurt sneered. "In all the time I've known you, Blaine and I have only seen you a handful of times. Including this one. So don't come in here all high and mighty with me. If you don't believe Blaine will be here, then you leave too." He said coldly, taking satisfaction in the slumping of Cooper's shoulders.

Cooper shifted from foot to foot, hating the truth in Kurt's words. "Fine." He grabbed his jacket off the nearby chair and stormed out of the room.

"Cooper!" Sharon called after him, looking between Kurt and where Cooper had just left before following after her son.

Wilson sighed, looking sadly over at Kurt. "Sorry." Then he left room as well, presumably to find his wife and son.

"Are you happy now, Kurt? Do you really want to run off everybody who's trying to be here for you?" Burt asked incredulously.

Kurt huffed, "None of you have faith in me, or Blaine. He promised to always be there for me, to always come back to me. If neither one of you can believe in that, then you can just go too."

Burt opened and closed his mouth a few times, shocked that his own son was throwing him out. Then he straightened out the cap on his head. "Fine, you want to be alone right now? I get it. But we'll be right outside, and in the next few hours, you'll be taken to have the surgery you so desperately need whether you like it or not."

"Oh, no I won't."

"This isn't a game, Kurt! Quinn is going to put your name on that white board and you're going to be tumor free by this time tomorrow! Do you understand me?" Burt stressed.

Kurt glared at his dad, tears welling up in his eyes at being treated like a child. Well, if they were going to treat him like one. In lieu of a response, Kurt blew a raspberry at his dad. Cackling when he harrumphed and stormed out of the room. He ignored the disappointed look Carole gave him, crossing his arms over his chest petulantly as she coaxed Queen out from under the bed and silently walked out of the room. Quinn let out a loud breath, letting the air blow stray strands of blonde hair away from her face. "All right. Well, I guess I'll let you have your space." She knew better than anybody what toll Kurt's body was taking. Anything he dished out at her, Quinn most likely would be the one not to take it to heart. "You'll be all right, you know? Your surgeon is very good."

"I don't suppose outright forbidding you from doing the surgery will make much difference, will it?" Kurt asked, sniffing indignantly.

Quinn shook her head, "No, not this time."

Kurt turned on his side and squeezed his eyes shut, the hot tears burning his eyes as he curled in on himself once more. "Then can you PLEASE just leave me alone?"

The small pumps Quinn wore click clacked away from him, the sound of the sliding door opening and closing alerting him to her departure. Only when she was gone did Kurt really allow himself to break. His shoulders shook, moisture spilled over from his eyes to dampen his cheeks, and his fist started hitting the pillow behind him. Kurt may have meant the things he said a minute ago, but not anymore. In a different state of mind, he might have been happy to see Rachel once again, and Cooper. One he hasn't seen at all and the other not enough. And his dad, how could he act that way towards his dad? He was just trying to do what was best for Kurt. He really was. "When did I turn into such a horrible person?"

"Probably six months ago. Give or take a few days."

Kurt's eyes snapped open wide at the cheeky statement, his heart lurching in chest at the familiar voice. His voice shaking, "Blaine?"

The camera flickered to life in the hands of its beholder, the living area of a hotel room being the first thing anybody sees. Suddenly, the camera turned around to show Blaine's face, curls a mess and face beaming with afterglow. "Well, hello there everybody! Welcome to Niagara Falls Tower Hotel! I am making this video to…um…I don't know really. I guess just to make a memory, you know? Maybe we might show this to the Hudmels, or our stupid army frien—ack!"

The camera tumbled to the floor, a perfect shot of Blaine falling on the carpet unceremoniously, probably tripping over that coffee table he missed. The soldier cursed up a storm, obscenities falling from his mouth that would make anyone blush. His shirtless, boxer brief wearing form picked himself back up before grabbing the camera. "Whoever's laughing can shut the hell up." He mumbled to the camera, already picturing an audience laughing hysterically at his expense. Blaine showed the hallway he was walking down, before turning into the bedroom. "Let's go see if my GORGEOUS husband is awake yet. Hehe husband. Never get tired of that."

The next thing shown was a king sized bed with white comforters and purple pillows. "This is our honeymoon suite. Excuse the purple. It was the last room they had on such short notice." Blaine gave a panoramic view of the entire room, opening up the blinds that were concealing the glorious view outside their window at the foot of their bed. "My God…look at that." A perfect picturesque view of a sunny day in Niagara Falls could be seen. The gushing waterfalls, the blue skies, the shining lake, the lush greenery…it truly looked amazing. "Imagine making love with that looking back at ya…" He mumbled to himself bemusedly. "Which reminds me, it's only the second best view in this room." Blaine gasped, "What's the first, you ask? Like you didn't already know." He replied playfully, jumping up on the bed and framing the camera down at a tangled up sleeping Kurt.

The newly wed groaned at the sudden weight settling on top of him. "Blaine, no sex right now. I'm still too tired and sore from how hard we went at each other last night." Kurt huffed dazedly, eyes still closed, and burrowed further under the covers. "I demand food for refueling purposes. Then I'll give you a blowjob or something."

"But Kuuuuurt," Blaine whined, "it's such a beautiful day already. You can't sleep it away. Come on, we can go eat brunch at the Pinnacle Restaurant downstairs."

Kurt threw back the covers, presumably to counter Blaine's offer, when he was met with a camera in his face. "BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON-HUMMEL!" He shrieked.

Blaine giggled and jumped off his husband, dodging his pillow attack. It narrowly missed the camera. "Watch the camera!"

Kurt blushed as he sat up, trying to glare at the camera as he tried to wrap the sheets around himself. "I'm naked under here!"

"Really? Show me."

"I will not—eek!" Kurt squeaked in surprise when Blaine yanked at the covers playfully, cuddling them back towards body and making sure all his man bits were covered. "Are you angling for a divorce already?" He teased, smiling around his words. Every fiber of his being was just so happy and carefree, which made it impossible to be annoyed or irritated by Blaine's antics. Kurt covered his face adorably with the sheets, peeking out only to blush and smile at the man behind the camera. "What are you even doing?"

"Just trying to capture the view."

"Niagara Falls is the other way, genius."

"Who said that's the view I'm talking about?" Blaine replied, smiling devilishly.

Kurt blushed even more, throwing another pillow at Blaine. "That was cheesy and awful. Get out." He giggled, smacking away at Blaine's hand when he tried to pull the covers away from Kurt's body again.

Blaine placed the camera on the side table, angling it towards the bed and giving a side profile of the two newly weds. The soldier pounced on his husband and pinned his arms above his head. "Never. You're stuck with me for good, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson."

Kurt stopped his squirming from under Blaine, peeking up at him shyly. "Promise?"

Blaine smiled, leaning down to kiss Kurt lovingly on the lips, his tanned hands letting go of Kurt's wrists and trailing down the undersides of his porcelain arms. "I promise. No matter what happens, or where life takes us, we're in this together." He trailed kisses down Kurt's jaw and down his neck, whispering sweet loving words as he went. "Through desert storms or hurricanes, I'd cross oceans and continents just to be by your side." Kurt shivered, reaching up to thread his fingers into Blaine's loosened curls. "I'm sorry things have been so hard, and I can't promise they'll get any easier, but I never want you to worry. Because I'm here, I'm always here for you."

Kurt stopped Blaine's decent downwards, bringing him up to seal their lips together. Blaine kissed back eagerly, shuddering when Kurt trailed his delicate fingers down his tanned muscular forearms. Their hands laced themselves together as they kissed, wedding bands knocking against each pleasantly and welcomingly. "I'll get you a real ring once we get home. One that doesn't turn your finger green."

Blaine pulled away and laughed, "No way, I like my ring. And my green finger."

Chuckling, Kurt shook his head. "We are putting these atrocious things in our wedding album. I'm getting you a real ring made out of real gold, yellow or white is your choice, and that's final my ridiculously sentimental soldier boy."

He let out a sharp laugh, settling down next to Kurt and snuggling his forever love. "Fiiiiine, but only if I get to buy you one too."

"You are, maybe one with a—oh! Blaine, what are we going to do about where we live? Are we even going to be able to live together? Oh my God, I don't even have a house—mmph!"

Blaine cut his husband off with a kiss. "Don't you worry about a thing. Before this whirlwind of a wedding happened, I was going to tell you that I got stationed to be a Senior Drill Sergeant here in Ohio."

"Are you serious?!"

The soldier chuckled, "Yeah, I'm going to help train new recruits. We can start looking for a place to live once we go home. The house can be wherever, whatever you want."

"Say it again." Kurt said breathlessly.

"What? Wherever and whatever you want? Figures you'd take the reigns on that."

"No, you goof. The part where you talked about us going home."

Blaine looked at his husband fondly, nuzzling his nose against the other's adorably. "We're going to go home, and home is where we'll stay, for as long as I can manage it."

"Even then, you'll always come back to me, right?"

"There is not a thing on this earth that could ever, EVER, keep me away from you."

A/N: Song was "I Want Crazy," by Hunter Hayes. So, are you lovelies enjoying all these flashbacks? Or do you want me to just kick it into gear and get the present time moving along a bit more? Let me know in a review. I'd really like to hear from you. (HAH! rhyming) Anyway, until next time!