"Adam? Oh my god, what are you doing?" Kurt blurted. Shock had frozen his brain and his tongue. He didn't know what to do. "Get up off the floor for crying out loud."
"Kurt, I'm proposing to you. Aren't you going to give me an answer?" Adam asked, a hint of desperation in his green eyes.
"I'll give you his answer," came an angry voice from behind Kurt. "His answer is hell no."
Kurt felt an arm encircle his waist possessively.
"You missed out, buddy boy. Kurt is my husband," Blaine growled.
Adam stood, his eyes wide. "You already got married?"
"Adam, my birthday was two weeks ago," Kurt said quietly. "You knew that. You knew that I was under a time crunch when I proposed. You chose to run instead. Now you show up with a ring? Did you really think I wouldn't be married?"
"I, I didn't know. I couldn't remember your birthday, I'm so sorry. Isn't there something you can do? I want to be with you, Kurt. Can we talk to a lawyer? We belong together, I can't just give up. Kurt, I'm asking you, begging, for you to fight for this with me. My father could probably pull some strings," Adam said, tears shining in his eyes.
"Did you not hear me, asswipe? I am Kurt's husband and that is not going to change," Blaine said, stepping forward toward Adam, placing himself between Kurt and Adam.
Adam stared him down. "Oh, it can definitely change. You were assigned to Kurt. Kurt chose me. Kurt loves me. What can you offer him?"
"Stop you guys, please," Kurt said, but neither guy seemed to hear him.
"You want to know what I can offer him? I can offer him a love that won't run away. Period. Not to mention, you are out of luck because I said my vows and so did Kurt. You need to leave now. Right Kurt?" Blaine asked, finally turning to Kurt.
"Kurt, just talk to me for a minute. Give me five minutes… alone, please," Adam insisted, glaring at Blaine.
"I can't think!" Kurt cried, tears of frustration sliding down his cheeks.
Blaine felt awful. He shouldn't have pushed Kurt to this point. He pulled Kurt into his arms, his mouth next to his husband's ear. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I made things worse and I apologize."
Kurt buried his face in Blaine's sweet smelling neck. He let out the tears for a minute before taking in a deep, shuddering breath. Blaine was whispering encouraging words in his ear, calming him and helping to clear his head. Pulling away, he gazed into Blaine's concerned golden eyes.
"Kurt do you want to take a minute with him? I know you guys were together for a while," Blaine murmured.
For a long moment, Kurt just stared into his husband's eyes. The decision was easy.
"Adam, you need to leave," Kurt said. "I am- however surprising- happily married to Blaine. I know that you made the right choice when you left because it led me to Blaine." The last bit he said looking into Blaine's eyes with a smile.
"Don't call me when the honeymoon phase ends, Kurt. I could've made you happy. We fell in love, you were assigned to this guy. That's all I'll say. Goodbye," Adam said and turned back to the elevator.
Blaine ushered Kurt further into the condo and closed the door, locking it behind them. He wouldn't risk Adam coming back to harass Kurt.
"Come on, Kurt, I think this calls for a hot bath and a glass of wine," Blaine said, leading Kurt to their room and into the bathroom.
"Yeah," Kurt said quietly. He stood to the side and watched as Blaine ran the water in the tub, finding Kurt's bath oil and pouring some in the hot water.
Within minutes it was ready and Blaine stepped out so Kurt could get undressed and into the tub. He walked to the kitchen and discovered a wine fridge. He picked a white wine and brought the bottle and a glass back to the bathroom.
"Can I come in, Kurt?" he asked through the door.
"Yeah," Kurt called out.
Blaine walked in and froze. Kurt was draped in the tub, his long lean body stretched out, his head tilted back. It was a picture of sensuality and beauty that gripped Blaine by the chest.
"You are so beautiful," he breathed.
Kurt looked up at him, his cheeks pink. "I'd, um, love a glass of wine."
"Of course," Blaine said, shaking his head and poured the glass. He handed it to Kurt, unable to drag his eyes away from him.
"Thank you," Kurt said.
Blaine turned to leave when Kurt called him back.
"Will you join me?" Kurt asked.
Blaine looked at him, seeing a vulnerable expression in his eyes. He had a feeling Kurt needed to be close right now. "I'd love to." He undressed and approached the tub, intending to sit opposite of Kurt.
Kurt scooted forward in the tub. "Can you sit behind me?"
"Sure," Blaine said and stepped in behind Kurt. He sat down and immediately Kurt moved back against him, their bodies connecting. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders and snuggled into him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Blaine asked after they sat there for a few minutes.
"I met Adam during college when I joined the community show choir. He showed me the ropes and introduced me to a lot of people when I didn't have a whole lot of friends. With his help and encouragement, I finally felt like I belonged. The entire group just took me in. We didn't date then, we were just friends, which was all I wanted. He graduated a semester ahead of me and moved on. We reconnected at one of my fashion shows after keeping in touch through email through the years. He'd heard about the show on TV and came to see me. It seemed so romantic. I asked him to dinner and we started dating. I think I was a sucker for his accent," Kurt said with a chuckle. "We started discussing the fact that the marriage deadline was coming up and how we disagreed with the laws. He told me he loved me and I loved him. I felt we had a true connection based on the friendship we'd started in college. I bought a ring and set up a romantic dinner and a band to serenade us," he said. Sighing, he linked his hand with Blaine's. "There was so many people there that night. The band started playing our song and I got down on one knee and gave this romantic speech. Then I asked him to marry me. He didn't say anything for a minute. The people around us had stopped what they were doing and were paying attention. They started chanting 'say yes, say yes'. When he stood up, I thought he was going to hug me or something. Instead he walked out of the restaurant. I was still kneeling, trying to take in what had happened. I had to get up, put the ring back in my pocket and face all those people who were overly sympathetic. Then someone recognized me and a bunch of folks asked for my autograph. I try to never say no when it comes to autographs because it only takes a second of my time to do it. So there I was, completely humiliated and trying to keep a smile on my face. Finally I got out of there. I went to Adam's apartment and his roommate said he'd left. I asked where he went and the guy said he went home. It took me a second to realize that 'home' meant England. He sent me an email and told me he just wasn't ready for marriage and didn't want to have to marry simply because of the marriage deadline. An email. We'd been together for nine months, he walked out during my proposal, and he sent me an email to tell me no. And that, dear husband, is the tale of Adam. I'm such a loser, I literally chased a man out of the country."
Blaine tensed behind him. "Kurt, you do realize that Adam was the loser in this situation right?"
Kurt chuckled humorlessly. "Obviously not. I was the one left standing there with a ring and no fiancé."
Hugging himself closer to his husband, Blaine kissed him on the back of his neck. "Sweetie, Adam left the sweetest, most caring person he would ever meet. He claimed to not be ready to marry and not wanting to marry because of the laws, but look at him now. He is going to have to be assigned. Coming back here to you was a pathetic move. But his loss is my gain." They were quiet for a moment. "Kurt, did you mean it when you said you were happy?" he asked quietly.
Kurt snuggled closer until his head was leaning back against Blaine's chest. "I really did. I know it hasn't been long and we still need to get to know each other, but yeah, I'm happy. We get along really well and we're both creative people. You make me smile. I kinda can't wait to fall in love with you."
Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt's temple. "Well, I kinda can't wait to fall in love with you, too. I consider myself lucky to have been assigned to you. Maybe the government got something right for once."
Kurt snorted. "Let's not give them too much credit."
Blaine chuckled and ran his hands across Kurt's chest, rubbing and massaging his skin. Kurt went quiet and his breath caught when Blaine's fingers ran across his nipple. Blaine did it again, hearing the small gasp. Circling the small nub, Blaine found his other nipple and stimulated them both until Kurt was panting. He ran his hands down Kurt's chest to his flat stomach and further down until both of his hands encircled his growing erection. Kurt bucked up a bit and moaned deep in his throat. The hot, fragrant water acted as a natural lubricant as Blaine began stroking and teasing his cock. He twisted his hands in different directions, enjoying each whimper and groan that escaped the beautiful man against him. Finding a rhythm, Blaine reached down and massaged his balls, gently tugging and manipulating the tight skin.
"Blaine, Blaine, I'm gonna," Kurt breathed, bucking his hips up.
"Come for me, Kurt," Blaine whispered hotly in his ear, licking and nipping at his earlobe. "I want to see you come."
Kurt whimpered at his words and Blaine felt the subtle pulsing in his cock. With a loud cry, Kurt reared up and came in thick white streaks against his chest and stomach. Blaine pumped him through his orgasm, lightening his touch before stopping as Kurt became over sensitive. Wiping his finger through Kurt's come, Blaine put it in his mouth, moaning at the unique flavor of his husband.
"You taste delicious," he whispered.
Kurt hummed happily and nuzzled back against Blaine. After a few minutes, Kurt reached forward with his foot and released the plug in the tub. "I'm going to shower, do you want to join me?"
"Well, since I'm already here, I may as well. You know, conservation and all that," Blaine teased.
"Yeah, uh huh," Kurt laughed.
They stood and Kurt turned the shower on, rinsing the come from his body. He grabbed his shampoo and turned to Blaine. "Can I wash your hair?"
Smiling, Blaine nodded. "I'd like that."
Kurt switched places with him and ran his fingers through Blaine's curls to wet them under the water. Pouring shampoo in his hands, he began massaging Blaine's scalp, taking his time, loving the soft moans coming from his husband's throat. Rinsing his curls carefully, he then added the conditioner, treating him to the same massage until Blaine was loose limbed and content. Once more, he rinsed his hair. Kurt noticed Blaine had his eyes closed and was just standing there, a smile on his face. Kneeling, Kurt surprised him by taking him into his mouth and quickly deep-throating his length. Blaine cried out in shock, the cry quickly turning to a moan of ecstasy as Kurt began sucking on him, bobbing on his now-hard cock. Reaching around him to grab his ass, Kurt pushed Blaine against him, then released. Blaine got the idea and began rocking his hips into Kurt's mouth. Kurt moaned against him, encouraging Blaine to continue. Unable to help himself, Blaine began pistoning his hips against Kurt, driving his cock deeper and deeper down the other man's throat. His husband took him without complaint, continuing to massage his ass. Blaine felt the orgasm coil low in his belly and explode out his cock, giving a shout of bliss. Kurt drank him down, swallowing everything Blaine gave him. When Blaine quieted, Kurt stood and kissed him, letting Blaine taste himself on Kurt's tongue.
When they were done with the shower and crawled into bed, Blaine drew Kurt against him, nuzzling into him. "I'm happy, too," he whispered in Kurt's ear as they drifted to sleep.
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Reviews are a girl's best friend! I'm hoping to get another chapter out tomorrow. Monday I'm having surgery – I'm going to become the bionic woman, having a spinal cord stimulator put in. So, there won't be a chapter for a couple days next week. I'm actually excited for surgery, it's going to ease the pain I've been dealing with for the last 18 years – exactly half my life! (Oops, just revealed my age…)
Synfulslasher: Happy Birthday! Glad you are enjoying the story.
ViolettButerfly: No, divorce is not allowed in this society.