To celebrate Blaine's homecoming, Kurt ordered in Chinese from the best restaurant he knew. While Blaine was in the bathroom, Kurt pulled out a cardboard box and set it in front of the couch in the den. He set out their dinner on the box and even found a taper candle to light and put in the middle of the box. Putting in a DVD to watch, he heard Blaine call his name.
"In here," he called, unable to hide a smile.
Blaine entered the room and his eyes found the cardboard box with the Chinese food laid out on it. He got the joke and burst into peals of laughter. Kurt laughed with him, a warm glow spreading through him, knowing he had been able to make his new husband happy.
"Oh Kurt," Blaine gasped, wiping his eyes. "You really got me with this one. Brilliant. Really."
"I'm glad you like it. I figured it was better than TV trays," Kurt responded.
They sat on the floor on either side of the box and dug into the meal with gusto. As the movie started, Blaine's attention went to the TV. Suddenly he snorted, then started coughing as he choked on his mouthful of food. Kurt reached over and whacked him solidly on the back. Blaine calmed and then chuckled.
"You ass," he said, grinning at Kurt, while the opening song of 'The Little Mermaid' began.
Kurt giggled. "I couldn't help myself. I have to see if there are any gruesome deaths at the end. I'm sure Prince Eric won't find Arielle as attractive if she's flopping around, gasping for air."
"Too true," Blaine said.
Settling in, they watched the movie, singing along to the songs. Kurt didn't say anything, but hearing Blaine sing gave him chills. His beautiful tenor voice filled Kurt's ears and he knew that he would be able to listen to the man sing for the rest of his life. Hell, he'd probably be able to sing the alphabet song and make Kurt break out in goose bumps.
As they were cleaning up afterward, they discussed their mutual love of old Disney films. They were considered classics now and some were even out of rotation permanently, which was a shame.
"Thank you for this, Kurt. I was nervous about my first night here and you really made it special. I really feel like this could be home," Blaine said as they stood in the kitchen.
Kurt blushed. "I'm so glad you liked everything. I was hoping you would. I felt like this was a way I could say thank you."
Blaine tilted his head, which Kurt found adorable. "Why would you need to say thank you?"
"You took the initiative over the last couple weeks to open discussions and get us on the path of becoming acquainted. I was too nervous to and I truly appreciated what you did. I feel like we're more than the strangers we were on our wedding day," Kurt said, sincerity shining in his blue green eyes.
"Well, you're welcome. I'll be honest, it wasn't my first instinct. I was so angry about the whole situation and frustrated that I had to pack up my life and move across the country. But I got to thinking about it and figured that we are both victims of the system, so to speak. It wasn't your fault or mine, so why not try to make the best of it. We are in this for life. Kurt, someday I want to look into your beautiful eyes and say 'I love you'," he said abruptly.
Kurt's eyes went wide and he swore his heart stopped. Had he heard right?
Blaine smiled sweetly. "Yes, you heard right. Why not? Why should we just be acquaintances or friends? Why can't we learn all we can about each other and fall in love? It may not be now or in a year, but I see no reason why we should sentence ourselves to a life of discomfort and misery. I've seen so many couples hating their assigned spouses or taking lovers because they are so unhappy. I don't want to live like that. I want to love my husband and take a chance at being happy. What do you think about that?"
Kurt swallowed thickly, feeling like his stomach was in his throat. Blaine had just spoken what was in Kurt's heart. He'd always wanted to be in love. When Adam left, Kurt had been devastated and thought he was doomed to live a lonely, loveless life.
Realizing he hadn't said anything yet, he cleared his throat. "I, uh, think it's a good idea," he whispered, unable to put any volume in his voice.
Blaine beamed at him, looking very pleased. "Excellent. Now, future love of my life, shall we turn in? It's been a long day and I'm beat."
"Uh, yeah. That's another good idea," Kurt got out.
"Where would I find a towel? I'd love to take a shower first," Blaine asked.
"There's always towels in the bathroom. If you'd like, there is a towel warmer in there. Just hit the switch on the side and soft, warm fluffiness will be ready by the time you are done in the shower," Kurt said more firmly. Hospitality was one of his strong suits, something he was comfortable with. It was much easier to discuss towels than feelings.
"That sounds wonderful. I'll just get my things," Blaine said and walked out of the room.
Kurt finished cleaning up and then tidied the den. This was his nightly ritual. It always felt nice to wake up and not have chores to do. That and it made it easier to have guests over if the cleaning was already done. He went into the bedroom and stared at the bed. Unable to bring himself to get into bed yet, he decided a shower would do him good as well. He went into the other master suite and took a quick shower. His mind wandered and he realized he and Blaine were both naked and wet right now. Quickly, he changed his train of thought as his body responded. He couldn't deal with that right now. Ending his shower abruptly, he got into his pajama pants and t-shirt. Most people assumed he slept in silks and satins because he was a designer, but he couldn't sleep in those. He much preferred good, old fashioned cotton.
Returning to his bedroom, he realized Blaine was still in the shower. His husband was singing an old Katy Perry tune. Kurt found himself walking closer to the door, listening to the lyrics.
You can put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be my teenage dream tonight…
Blushing, Kurt walked away, trying not to picture Blaine in skin tight dreams. Eager for something to do, he spotted Blaine's suitcases sitting by the closet door. The master suite had two walk-in closets which Kurt had been making use of until he thought that Blaine might share his room. He'd used the opportunity and sifted through both closets, filling a box with clothes for the needy. After two days, he'd congratulated himself on narrowing his wardrobe down to one large walk-in closet.
Walking over, he contemplated the suitcases before shrugging and opening one. He began taking the clothes out and hanging them up. He folded Blaine's pajamas and placed them neatly on the shelves. His shoes he bent back into normal position and put on the shoe racks at the bottom of the closet. At one point, he found himself smelling a sweater, taking in his husband's warm scent.
"Whatcha doing?" he heard from behind him.
His face burning, Kurt thought quickly. "I'm checking to see if your things are clean as I hang them up."
Blaine smiled. "They should be. I spent a load of coins at the laundry mat before I packed."
Kurt turned, the sweater still in his hands. Blaine was in similar pajama pants to him but matched it with a tank top. Kurt's jaw dropped a bit, taking in his husband's leanly muscled physique. Blaine had a slim waist and wide shoulders. His arms were built, giving truth to the fact that he was a boxer. Kurt loved arms. His body began responding and he turned back abruptly, hanging the sweater up.
"Hey, I can do that tomorrow. Come on, let's turn in," Blaine said.
"Um, okay," Kurt said and turned off the light in the closet before closing the door. He made his way to the bed and saw Blaine standing there, staring at the bed.
"Which side do you sleep on?" he asked.
"The right side," Kurt replied, going to that side and pulling back the comforter.
"Oh, thank god, I sleep on the left side. See? We're perfect for each other," Blaine grinned.
"I'll hold off that decision until I see if you snore," Kurt said, matching his smile.
"Hey, right back at you, husband," Blaine said and crawled into the bed.
Kurt slipped under the covers and turned his lamp off. Blaine turned his off and the room went black.
"It's so odd," Blaine said. "I'm used to being near street level and seeing headlights. There are no headlights up this far. There are no lights up this far."
"It took me some time to adjust, too. My first apartment was a basement apartment. Now that was a change," Kurt agreed.
"It's almost surreal feeling," Blaine mused. "Can I kiss you goodnight?"
"You really like just bursting out with this stuff, don't you? No warm up, no warning, just bam, falling in love and kissing," Kurt said with a laugh. The dark made him feel braver, like he could be more straight forward than in the light when Blaine was staring at him with those intense eyes.
"Well, there really is no way to lead up to these kinds of things, is there?" Blaine sounded amused.
"I don't know. Maybe not."
"So?"
"So what?" Kurt asked.
"Can I kiss you goodnight?" Blaine asked, chuckling at their exchange.
"I guess that would be okay," Kurt said nervously.
Blaine shifted across the king size bed, coming closer. They both laughed as they slapped at each other, trying to locate where the other was.
"Gotcha," Blaine said warmly as he leaned over Kurt, his minty breath brushing over Kurt's face.
"What are you gonna do with me now that you have me?" Kurt flirted, surprised at himself.
"I'm going to enjoy those succulent lips of yours," Blaine whispered.
Kurt felt Blaine's lips against his and he sighed at the blissful sensation. Feeling Blaine's tongue against his bottom lip, he sighed and opened his mouth.
Blaine licked across Kurt's lips, tasting and nipping gently. He slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth and moaned lightly. His husband had the perfect mouth for kissing. Sliding his body closer, he tentatively slid one leg over Kurt's.
Kurt could feel Blaine's arousal pressing against his hip. It had been so long since he'd been with anyone, he couldn't help the loud groan that escaped him.
"Are you okay?" Blaine whispered against his mouth.
"Yeah, get back here," Kurt responded, pulling Blaine's head back down. He slid his tongue into Blaine's mouth and began to massage and suck on Blaine's tongue. The other man shivered against him and moved more closely to Kurt. He encouraged Blaine by pulling him completely on top of him.
"That okay?" he gasped.
"Oh dear god yes," Blaine breathed. He showed how okay he was with it by tilting his hips into Kurt's, feeling his husband's erection against his.
"Blaine… I need," Kurt whimpered. "It's been so long." He knew this was probably going too far for their first night together, but his husband had lit a fire in him. His strong body fit so perfectly against his own and his tongue… Blaine's tongue was magical.
"For me, too," Blaine agreed, kissing his way across Kurt's jaw and down his neck. "You are perfect. Your skin is like silk. How about through the clothes," he suggested, rotating his hips against Kurt's to show him what he meant.
"Oh yes, please yes," Kurt moaned, pushing his erection up against Blaine's. He could tell his husband was long and thick. His mouth watered at the thought of licking and tasting his hot length. Feeling almost desperate, he lifted and undulated against Blaine.
Blaine thought he would die if he didn't get to come soon. Kurt's hardness was long, probably longer than anyone he'd ever been with. His ass clenched as he pictured taking him deep inside his body. Giving a guttural groan, he ground down against Kurt as he plunged his tongue in his mouth.
It didn't take long before both men were crying out, grinding against each other.
"Kurt, I'm gonna come," Blaine warned.
"Uh huh, uh huh, me too," Kurt panted, his hands clutching Blaine's ass in desperation. "Harder, Blaine, please."
Blaine grunted in reply and increased the pressure of his hips, the feel of his husband's hands on his ass driving him crazy.
Suddenly, Kurt shrieked as he came, his hips pumping through his orgasm.
Feeling the pulses of Kurt coming pushed Blaine over the edge and he yelled Kurt's name as the orgasm ripped through him. He was shocked by the violence of it, but lost his ability to think as he came down.
They stayed clutched in each other's arms for several minutes. Blaine kissed Kurt softly, realizing both their mouths were swollen. Kurt hummed happily against him, kissing him back.
Finally, Blaine slid off him and both of them made noises of discomfort.
"I feel gross," Kurt whined.
"Me, too," Blaine relied distastefully.
Turning a lamp on, they both went to a separate bathroom to clean up and change. Getting back into bed, Blaine turned off the lamp once more. Without a word, he maneuvered over to Kurt and spooned against his husband's back. Kurt responded by sighing contentedly. He figured maybe this falling in love idea might not be so crazy after all.
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Ok, I have a rant. Last year when LOS came out, I traveled 16 hours to get my books signed by the lovely Chris Colfer. See I live in Washington and most authors don't come here for some reason. Well today on Tumblr, I saw that the lovely Mr. Colfer not only came to my state, but went to 2 cities only 30 minutes away from me. When? YESTERDAY! And I missed it! ARGH! Ok. Rant over. Maybe this means he'll come back again?