Kurt woke, his mind foggy with sleep. He wondered why his alarm hadn't woke him up, but couldn't bring himself to care. Snuggling into his pillow, he realized that though it was warm, his pillow was hard. Lifting his head, he opened one eye to see Blaine staring back at him with a smile, his golden eyes glowing.

"Good morning, husband," he said gently.

Kurt couldn't help the tremulous smile that pulled at his lips as his eyes opened fully. He was warm and sated, his body completely relaxed. There was an overwhelming feeling of safety and rightness to waking up in Blaine's strong arms, pillowed on his chest.

"Morning," he whispered.

Blaine's hand came up caress Kurt's cheek. "You are so beautiful. Even more so in the morning, free of any worries or strains that come in the course of a day. You inspire me to write music, Kurt."

Kurt's eyes lowered bashfully. "I know you've only been here a day, but you make me happy, Blaine," he said softly. "I thought I would be completely miserable being married to someone I don't know. But you've made it so easy."

"You've made it easy to be happy, Kurt."

Kurt stared at him for a moment before he leaned up and kissed him gently. "Come on, husband, I'll make you breakfast."

As Kurt got out of bed, Blaine grinned. It was the first time Kurt had initiated a kiss. Blaine knew it would be easier now. He agreed with Kurt. He'd thought the marriage would be miserable. Then he'd seen Kurt on their wedding day and knew he would make some sort of effort to get to know the angelic stranger. Now it seemed like the possibilities were endless between them.

While eating breakfast, Kurt asked Blaine what his plans were for the day.

"Well, I'm not expecting my stuff until tomorrow, so I'm pretty free. Why?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to see where I work," Kurt said hopefully.

"I'd love that," Blaine said. "Then maybe I can talk you into taking me to a place called Grays Papaya. I heard from some friends that I absolutely have to eat there. Ever been?"

"Ever been? It's practically a religion," Kurt said, grinning. "Their hot dogs are heavenly, excuse the pun. I'll absolutely take you there for lunch. Then you'll be a true New Yorker."

. . . . . .

Kurt opened the door to the converted warehouse and ushered Blaine inside. Blaine's eyes went wide at the hustle and bustle going on in Kurt Hummel Designs. He knew Kurt had to be doing well with as much money as he was making, but seeing it in action was another story.

They were barely inside when a woman rushed up to Kurt, a clipboard in her hands. "Mr. Hummel, I'm so glad you were able to come in today. Can you sign these inventory sheets before Caroline goes insane? She's rushing to finish up the accounting for the month and never got these signed."

Blaine stared because the woman had said all of that in one breath and at the speed of sound. Even more amazing, Kurt knew exactly what she'd said and calmly signed the papers before sending her away.

"She's a little…," Blaine began, but couldn't find the word.

"Intense? Hyper? Yeah, she's always like that. But it makes her very efficient," Kurt said, smiling.

He took Blaine on a tour, showing him the design process from Kurt's initial drawings and textile samples all the way through to the finished garment. Blaine shouldn't have been surprised, but he couldn't help dropping a jaw at some of the names he saw on Kurt's client list. His husband was actually famous. He said as much to Kurt.

Turning bright red, Kurt shook his head. "No I'm not. I'm known a little, but that's it."

"He's lying, he's famous," a woman said coming up to them. She was short with long black hair and Asian features. "Hi, I'm Tina. Friend and co-worker to the famous designer, Kurt Hummel."

"You're about to be the unemployed friend," Kurt warned with a comical scowl. "Tina, this is my husband, Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt, you really can't pull off a pissed expression," Blaine observed with a chuckle. "It's good to meet you, Tina."

"You, too, Blaine," Tina said, taking Kurt's announcement that he was married in stride. "I agree. He'll get angry with people and they'll walk away and laugh. He's too much of a sweetheart. But that's why he hired me, right sweetie? I do the ass kicking around here," Tina said, grinning.

"Both of you can just shut up, alright. I can be scary and intimidating if I need to be," Kurt insisted, glaring at them.

"Okay, now a bitch face, that I believe," Blaine said laughing harder.

"Oh yeah. He can be a real bitch if he wants to be," Tina agreed.

"Alright. I'm leaving. Blaine if you want lunch, you best get your ass moving," Kurt warned.

"Yes, dear," Blaine said, waving to Tina and laughing all the way out to the cab.

. . . . . .

"These hot dogs are to die for," Blaine moaned, shoving another bite in his mouth.

They were sitting on the outskirts of Central Park, eating. Blaine was on his second hot dog. Kurt had been fine with one and was sitting on the bench watching his husband in the throes of culinary ecstasy.

"I was thinking we could go get you some furniture for your office and music room. What do you think?" he asked.

"Sorry, Kurt, I don't have the money. I'll make do until I get my next royalty check," Blaine said, popping the last bite in his mouth. "I could live on these things," he declared.

"I was hoping to buy them for you," Kurt said.

"There's no need. You've done enough with the first class seats. Really, it's okay," he insisted.

"But we're married. What's mine is yours and I really want to help you decorate those rooms," Kurt said sincerely. "Besides, I can't trust you not to decorate in milk crates."

Blaine chuckled. He could see the hope in Kurt's eyes. He doubted the whole reason was based on decoration, though that was definitely a consideration. His husband truly wanted to help him and share his wealth.

"Alright, but only if we can have Grays Papaya again for dinner," Blaine said.

Kurt's eyes lit up like it was his birthday. "Sure! Come on, let's go. I have so many ideas," he began.

Blaine smiled and laced their hands together as they walked to catch a taxi.

They spent the rest of the day shopping and with Kurt's powers of persuasion, he was able to have everything delivered that day. Blaine was thrilled with the perfect pieces they'd found to make his work and creative spaces comfortable. Kurt definitely had an eye for decorating and he'd loved watching his husband get excited and explain to Blaine why each piece was perfect.

Their first full day living together as husbands ended with them wrapped around each other, sharing soft, sweet kisses.

Blaine was nuzzling his nose into Kurt's warm hair, familiarizing him with his husband's scent. He felt the peace of sleep falling on him when he was jerked awake.

"What did you say?" he asked in shock.

"I said, will you make love to me?" Kurt said softly.

. . . . . .

Next up, the story lives up to its M rating. Sorry for the short chapter, I've got a migraine but I still wanted to get something out.