WARNING: Very short chapter, guys, very short indeed, but it's only the honeymoon, so there's definitely more to come!
"Can I have this dance, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt shivered at the way Blaine spoke his new name. Kurt wanted to take Blaine's last name, he wanted to be Blaine's and only his, plus, it had a nice ring to it.
"I can't believe that's my name now." Kurt sighed, and turned to face his husband, his husband. He laid a hand on Blaine's shoulder, and took his other while Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, holding onto his hip. They had their first dance. And then it was time to cut the cake, and Kurt knew exactly what Blaine wanted to do. He raised an eyebrow, just daring him to do it…and he did. Blaine smirked, gave Kurt an apologetic look and smashed the cake right into Kurt's face. There were roars of laughter, and even Kurt couldn't be mad, instead, he just smeared his own piece onto Blaine and pulled him in for a very sweet, frosting filled kiss.
They cleaned their faces, and continued to dance. Kurt was pulled away from Blaine for most of the time, dancing with anyone who pulled him aside, which included all of the girls, and even Puck for a while.
Before they knew it, they were being driven to the airport, nearly running through the terminal and were on a plane on their way to Paris. Kurt breathed a sigh of contentment.
"Can you believe this?" he asked, looking over to where Blaine was seated next to him.
"Hardly," he chuckled "I never thought I'd end up marrying someone as wonderful as you," Kurt blushed. They were silent for the majority of the flight, just content with looking at each other.
The pair landed in Paris at 11:00 at night. They took a cab straight to their hotel, and carried their luggage up to their room. Kurt giggled as he ran around the suite and hopped up onto the bed, sighing. Blaine followed after him a bit more slowly. He sauntered up to the bed and laid down next to Kurt, who was already blushing furiously.
"Kurt…" Blaine breathed, it was amazing how quickly the mood could change as he saw his own desire reflected in Kurt's clear blue eyes. Blaine leaned over so he was hovering above the boy, undoing the button's on his shirt, while Kurt worked at Blaine's. Blaine kissed down Kurt's neck and onto his chest, Kurt's breath hitched and he moaned. Blaine smiled.
Kurt laid back against the pillow, and Blaine admired every inch of his ivory skin, and every bit of it was so damn beautiful. Blaine felt his chest contract as he crawled over and straddled Kurt, seeming to push him down further into the mattress. Kurt stared up at him as Blaine gripped his hips in a way that Kurt was sure would leave a bruise, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Kurt reveled in the feeling of Blaine's hands exploring Kurt's body everywhere and anywhere they could. Blaine was sweet, he was unbelievably loving. Kurt couldn't help but think that they had done the right thing by waiting, as he laid on his back, hands gripping at Blaine's shoulders, it had made everything much, much more special.
(AUTHORS NOTE: I'm just…I'm just gonna go die now. This is the CLOSEST THING TO SMUT I have ever written, I was blushing the entire time I was writing this and I didn't even mention penises. I just… I wanted to imply it, and make it clear without actually having to describe it in full detail…it's their wedding night, Blaine's a sweet lover, blah blah blah. Reviews make my world go 'round *heart*)