So here is the final part on the wedding saga. Please note that this is not the last chapter of the story! The song that inspired this chapter is called "Roslyn" by Bon Iver & St. Vincent. There is some tasteful smut in here again, but no kinky sexy stuff going on. I'm very happy with how these wedding chapters turned out, and I hope you all think so too, faithful readers (:

Nobody saw them sneak off.

Everyone was too busy dancing to an upbeat duet that Rachel and Santana were singing, twirling in their dresses and getting the crowd pumped up. The boys escaped the commotion by going out through the backdoor in the yard and walking out to the front door of the house. They were a little nervous about getting caught, but who cares? They were married now. They could do whatever the hell they wanted.

Kurt and Blaine raced up the stairs and into Kurt's bedroom. The lights were turned off, but Kurt had left his lamp on, a tiny one that emitted an orange-yellow glow. It projected citrus colored shadows all over the room. It gave Kurt's room a homey, welcoming feeling. It was the perfect place to fall asleep in, with the comfy bed and the dim lights. It was also the perfect place to make love in.

The second Blaine had shut and bolted the door locked, he turned around and found Kurt in his arms, leaning in to fiercely kiss his lips. In one swift movement, Blaine turned the both of them around and gently pressed Kurt up against the bedroom door, running his hands all over his sides. He listened to the irregular, delicate gasps and sighs that were coming from his husband. Kurt ran his nimble fingers through the raven curls (that were graciously set free from the gel after all that dancing).

Kurt broke away, not just to catch his breath but to speak as well. "Come," he whispered against Blaine's mouth. "Bed."

Blaine lifted his weight from off of his husband against the door and allowed himself to be dragged over to the bed. They stood in front of the foot of the bed. Blaine wrapped one arm around Kurt's back, and the other caressed his cheek. He took Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it, leaving Kurt's head spinning and dizzy. His breathing hitched and got unbelievably fast, too fast, and Blaine was getting worried.

"Shhh," he hushed to Kurt, still holding his face. "Shhh. It's alright, it's just me."

Kurt closed his eyes, nodding, and ever so gently, Blaine lay Kurt's back onto the sheets. He looked into the sparkling blue eyes of his love, mixed with flecks of green and silver. His innocent face looking up at him, daring him to do something. His tousled hair and flushed pink cheeks aroused him incredibly, almost like he was hypnotized by this captivating young man. And his lips... so plump and fleshy, smiling up at him, the same lovely shade as cotton candy...he wanted so much just to lean down and kiss them.

And that he did. Blaine collapsed gently on top of Kurt's body and kissed him passionately. They lay there, lips moving together feverishly, Kurt's head now resting on a pillow, the only sounds being made were their breathing and quiet whimpers. Kurt found it hot, way too hot. He decided he needed to do something about that.

Kurt grabbed his husband's hand and placed it on his stomach, staring up into the rich hazel-green eyes. Blaine could feel the heartbeat beneath him, could feel the rise and fall of his stomach as he took a breath and released it. This turned him on immensely, and he shrugged out of his black blazer, letting it fall to the ground. Kurt's hands traveled up Blaine's hovering body like a snake, feeling every inch of him, making Blaine shudder. He slowly began to undo the buttons on his white dress shirt, yanking him gently down by the tie when he wanted another kiss.

When Blaine was finally free from his shirt and tie, Kurt marveled at the perfectly built figure above him. He reached up to stroke Blaine's cheek, his other hand gripping one of the arms on either side of his sides, pinning him down. Blaine smiled and returned his lips to is husband's.

The boy underneath didn't even feel his shirt come off, but when it did, he felt an immediate rush of blood all over his body when Blaine lowered his torso onto his own. Kurt moaned quietly when he felt Blaine's plush lips scatter kisses all over his shoulders, his neck, his clavicle. Blaine's mouth moved to the hollow base of Kurt's throat, which made him moan more clearly in desperation.

"Hmmmm," Blaine hummed into the crook of Kurt's neck while his lips traveled farther and farther down his love's chest. Kurt blindly reached down and fumbled with the button on Blaine's dress pants, hearing the tiny pop that indicated the clothing was ajar and easily removable at any time. Blaine continued to suck tiny kisses onto Kurt's neck and jaw, and Kurt assisted him by tilting his head to one side, giving him better access.

"Kiss me, Blaine," Kurt gasped in the most delicious voice Blaine had ever heard. "Please, kiss me."

He happily and willingly obliged as he returned his wet lips to his husband's. Blaine let out a moan when he realized Kurt was inching his pants down. Since the button was already open, it was easier for him to squirm out of the fabric and drop them to the floor next to his and Kurt's already shed clothing. It wasn't long until Kurt did the same, leaving one last article of clothing on each of them.

Frenzied, Kurt arched his back up towards Blaine, allowing no space between their heated bodies. Their chests, stomachs and legs pressed flushed up against each other...it was almost too much to handle. The deep kisses just grew more and more passionate, Kurt running his hands and nails all over Blaine's bare back. "Kurt," he rasped out, "Oh...Kurt..."

Kurt gently smashed his lips back onto Blaine's, breathing heavily with his heartbeat going what felt like a million times per second. Kurt tasted the chocolate-flavored tongue tangle with his own, meshing together and probing one another's mouthes. Kurt swore Blaine could be his own personal heater or something. His husband's body felt so

lukewarm...like the perfect cup of coffee. Not too cold, not too hot, and delectable.

The pale boy growled when he felt Blaine's tongue trace over his bottom lip, leaving it wet and prepared for another kiss, which followed right after. They didn't even feel the thin boxers come off until they were moulded together perfectly.

Stopping for a brief second, Blaine took a moment to acknowledge just how gorgeous Kurt Hummel really was. Completely stripped and laying beneath him, looking up at him like a shy child, his round eyes scanned the perfection. The orange-yellow gleam from the lamp on the bed side table reflected against Kurt's pale pink flesh, creating a variety of colors. It looked like someone dipped him in a pool of sunlight and he was left there to dry. His bright ocean eyes, his long eyelashes brushing Blaine's cheek, his little breaths warm and comforting against his lips...

"Beautiful," he whispered in Kurt's ear, pressing on him a bit more, "As always."

A smile spread across Kurt's face. "Look who's talking."

For a second, the world was frozen, and they simply lay on top of each other, kissing one another's cheeks, foreheads, necks and lips. Blaine ran his hand down the length of Kurt's left leg, feeling his warm thigh and cradling his calf against his hip. A long, broken moan found it's way out of kurt's mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head and his eyelids squeezing shut when he felt Blaine press inside of him.

Carefully at first, Blaine began to move up and down, an unexpected hotness spreading through Kurt's veins from his cheeks to his toes. Blaine thrusted in and out of Kurt gently, his breath becoming faster every time he pushed himself deeper inside his love's body. They were joined as one person, Kurt's legs spread wide, allowing Blaine to become a part of him. He held Kurt's hips between his hands, having something to hold onto while he worked himself over the boy beneath him.

Kurt reached up to cup his hands around the back of Blaine's neck, kissing his lips so boldly and full of love that Blaine thought he might disintegrate. Kurt was everywhere. He felt incredible.

"I love you," Blaine chocked out, "Oh god, I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt whispered back before moving his lips to the super sensitive spot behind Blaine's ear. Soon, a low moan spread across the room.

They moved as one together rhythmically, almost like they were dancing. It was passionate. Romantic. Spontaneous. Sexy. Erotic. Just like their first time. Maybe Kurt and Blaine didn't spend all day and night having sex, but they knew one thing that was for sure: when they did come together like this, it gave a feeling like none other.

Tears of happiness started to stroll down Kurt's cheeks, looking like his ocean eyes were leaking. When Blaine tasted the salty moisture on his lips during a deep kiss, he broke away, smoothing back Kurt's bangs and touching his love's face tenderly.

"Are you alright?" he whispered with a tone of concern in his voice.

But Kurt nodded, smiling even through the tears. "I'm more than alright, Blaine. This is everything I could've ever dreamed of."

Blaine's lips returned to his husband's lips, then jaw line.

Kurt hooked his legs around Blaine's waist and dug his fingernails into his shoulder blades. Blaine gripped his hips before crashing his lips down on Kurt's one more time before climaxing and letting go, the wonderful build up finally concluding.

The both of them gasped and tried to catch their breath, their lips still against each other but not exactly kissing. Kurt let both of his legs fall on either side of Blaine's body, allowing him to be free. But he didn't move. Neither of them did. Heartbeats became one quick pulse. The comforter below them was now rumpled up and crooked. Blaine took his head off of Kurt's chest, more calmed down now than he was a few seconds ago and smiled.

Kurt returned the smile, soon breaking out into a fit of adorable giggles. He reached up one hand and pushed his bangs up out of his face, still laughing.

"Oh," Kurt sighed, "That was amazing."

Blaine let out a chuckle now, too. "Indeed it was."

"I can't believe we did that on our wedding night when it isn't even over yet."

Blaine stroked Kurt's red cheek, both flushed from having finished sex and from laughing.

"Believe it, sweetie. I'm glad it happened."

"So am I," Kurt beamed up at him, overcoming the laughter that took over his body.

Blaine rolled over off of Kurt and onto his side, bringing his husband closer by the waist. "Do we have to go back outside? I'd rather we just stay here forever."

"I'm afraid so, my dear," Kurt said. "It'd be rude to ditch everyone permanently for the rest of the night. Besides, it is our wedding night."

"I guess you're right," Blaine sighed. "But I'm not getting changed back into that suit."

"You can borrow one of my more formal outfits," Kurt told him. "If anyone asks where we were, we can just tell them we were changing. See? Everything all fits perfectly together."

Blaine smirked. "That's an awful long time it takes for someone to get dressed."

"Shut up."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead before sitting up and following Kurt to his closet. Kurt changed into a blue button down with a leather belt and a pair of dark, tight jeans, still wearing the shiny dress shoes. He gave Blaine something similar to wear, except his dress shirt was maroon instead of blue.

Rachel and Wes were chatting away while Mike and Tina performed a duet on stage. They spotted the boys coming in through the back door, and Rachel perked up.

"There you two are?" she said. "Where have you been?"

"We went to go get changed," Blaine explained. "It was getting too hot to dance in those suits anyway."

"I should have thought of that," Wes whined, tugging at his white tie, trying to loosen it so he could air out his shirt.

"Maybe you should all wear dresses from now on," Rachel smirked, stirring her skewered cherry into her sparkling cider. "You appreciate the nice breeze you get."

The boys scowled at her.

When it was time for everyone to leave, Kurt said goodbye to the New Directions and thanked them for everything. They wished him good luck and oped to see the newly wedded couple bright and early on monday morning. Blaine kissed his mother and thanked her for all her support, and even got a hug out of his dad. It was a great finale to a perfect day.

Burt allowed Blaine to stay over for the night, as long as there was "no funny business going on upstairs." Kurt vowed that nothing inappropriate would happen, and Blaine did his best to bite back giggles, considering the "funny business" had already took place.

Things were quiet in the Hummel-Hudson house. It was about 2:54 am, and Finn had passed out on the living room floor, Carole had went to bed right after they cleaned up, and Kurt and Blaine lay tangled together underneath the thin sheets and cozy blankets. Their foreheads were pressed together, snuggled in tightly and bundled up in a warm embrace.

"You're cute," Kurt whispered to Blaine, kissing his chin.

"You're cuter," Blaine's voice was sweet and a little sleepy from the heavenly memory foam mattress beneath them.

"I think..." Kurt began, unable to form his words.

"What is it?" Blaine asked curiously and gently.

"I think you were sent to me," Kurt told him, "Because I'm sick. I don't believe in God or fate or anything like that. I mean, who knows, maybe we weren't destined to meet each other, but...I think because of my sickness, I was brought something wonderful out of it all, despite how terrible it all is." Kurt paused. "And that wonderful thing was you. Does that make sense?"

"It makes perfect sense," Blaine cooed, giving his husband an eskimo kiss. "I'll be here forever, Kurt. You know that."

"I do," Kurt smiled from underneath the pillows, and Blaine's heart melted.

Soon, the sleepy haze started to take over their bodies. All the running around and dancing made them so drowsy. The last thing Kurt felt before his eyes shut for good was

a pair of tender, soft lips that covered his own.

"Goodnight love," Blaine whispered.

"Night," he whispered back, "See you in the morning."

When Burt Hummel came upstairs to go to bed, a blazer hitched over his shoulder, he peeked behind his son's door, seeing how the young couple lay together like how he and his first wife used to do before she died. Kurt would always be his baby boy, but there'd always be some moment where he'd let Kurt fly away.

He grinned, gently closing the door and letting the boys have their dreams.