The next week was filled with Blaine unpacking and settling into Kurt's home. It slowly began to feel like his home too, as he wandered the condo and saw his belongings merging with Kurt's. Deciding they needed new furniture, Kurt took Blaine to several stores until they could agree on a new couch and love seat set as well as a dining table. Blaine was glad Kurt was wealthy enough to hire people to remove the old couches and bring in the new ones. As it was, they could have made the Funniest Video show with their antics while trying to bring the dining set up. Kurt swore they could handle that at least. He was wrong. They wrestled with it and turned it around, twisting it this way and that. Finally, with Blaine balancing on a table leg, the elevator door finally closed and they went up to the condo. From there they just rolled the round table until they got it in place. After that, Kurt swore they'd never move another piece of furniture as long as they lived. That night, they shared a bottle of wine and went to bed early, wrapped around each other.
Kurt helped unpack Blaine's extensive record collection, sorting them as Blaine instructed. He had a glow about him from the many kisses Blaine dropped on him as he walked by or came near. They couldn't seem to keep their hands from one another and neither of them minded.
Finally, by the time the weekend arrived, they looked around the condo that was now theirs. It had touches of Blaine and Kurt everywhere. Blaine's music room was set up to his satisfaction. In fact he couldn't be happier. It felt more like a home than his loft or anywhere else he'd lived.
"When are you going to sing for me?" Kurt asked, standing in the music room doorway.
"I didn't think you'd want me to. I'm not that good," Blaine said, self-deprecatingly.
"Whatever, Blaine. Your voice is like hot fudge sliding over a vanilla cone," Kurt said, his cheeks bright red.
"Really?" Blaine grinned. "Hot fudge, huh?"
"Shut up. I shouldn't have said anything, now you're going to get a big head," Kurt muttered.
"Well, since I'm hot fudge, I shouldn't deny you, my little vanilla cone," he teased. Picking up his guitar, he began strumming.
"Before you met me, I was alright but things got kinda hairy
You brought me to life, now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine
Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love…"
As Blaine continued to sing, Kurt just stood there, awed by the beautiful music flowing from his husband's mouth. Not to mention, he was quite enjoying the lyrics.
"I'll let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight…"
Kurt couldn't help the bashful smile that broke out as he watched Blaine play. Blaine looked at him and winked, making him blush again.
That night, they lay in bed, their nude bodies wrapped around each other, gently touching. Kurt arched his back and moaned as Blaine licked down his neck, sucking a mark into his fine skin. They made love slowly and sweetly until both of them cried out in bliss. Kurt fell asleep, wondering if it was too soon to declare to Blaine that he was in love.
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I am SO sorry for the super short chapter. I had my surgery and it's been harder recuperating than I thought. I have an incision between my shoulder blades and it is really painful to move my arms, much less type. It will probably be another couple days before the next chapter comes along. Hopefully it will be full length. Thank you all for your good wishes, they mean a lot to me.