"Are you ready for this?" Kurt asked, squeezing Blaine's hand.
"Just don't let go of me, I may get lost in this crowd," Blaine said with a grin. "You look stunning, by the way. Have I mentioned that?"
"Hmm, maybe once or twice. I had to make sure I could keep your eyes on me and not all the hot movie stars out there," Kurt said, smiling.
"Sweetie, my eyes couldn't stray from you if they tried. Especially in those extra tight skinny jeans I got to watch you pour yourself into earlier," Blaine said sliding his hand up Kurt's thigh.
"Okay, you can't start that now, we have to go walk the red carpet and I don't want to have pictures of me plastered online with the way you affect me," Kurt said, his cheeks pink.
"You mean you don't want to walk into the theater with a hard-on, my sweet husband?" Kurt shook his head, giggling. Blaine shrugged. "Well, maybe you'll let me feel you up while we're watching the premiere."
"If you're lucky," Kurt said coyly. "Okay, we're not talking to any of the press but we will pause for pictures, so just follow my lead."
Their driver opened the car door and Kurt stepped out, elegant and graceful as always. He held his hand out and helped Blaine from the car, keeping their hands entwined as they began the slow walk. Bright flashes of light went off in their faces.
"Mr. Hummel! Over here please!"
"Kurt!"
"Mr. Hummel, is this the new husband we've heard about?" one reporter shouted at them.
Kurt paused and put his arm around Blaine's trim waist. "Yes, this is my husband. We're celebrating one month tonight."
"Congratulations!" several reporters called out.
"How about a kiss from the newlyweds?"
Kurt looked at Blaine who shrugged with a grin. They leaned in and kissed softly for a moment. They got so lost in the kiss they didn't see the maelstrom of flash bulbs going off around them. When they separated, both of their cheeks were pink. Kurt smiled bashfully while Blaine grinned at the good natured ribbing they got from the reporters on how adorable they were.
When they finally got into the theater, Blaine pulled Kurt closer. "I thought we weren't going to talk to the press."
"I couldn't help myself. I had to make sure they knew you are mine," Kurt said, his blue eyes sparkling.
"I thought you were mine," Blaine countered, teasing.
"It all depends on your vantage point," Kurt said loftily.
"Uh huh. Well, lead on, husband, because my vantage point gets better the more I can watch your ass swing in front of me," Blaine said, slotting their hands together again as they walked in to the movie premiere Kurt had been invited to.
. . . . . .
After the premiere and several interviews that Kurt agreed to, he took Blaine to one of his favorite five star restaurants. The layout was round with a dance floor in the middle. It was dark in the restaurant except for deep blue lighting that came from the wall sconces and lit up underneath the dance floor. Though there was a line, Kurt was let in immediately and shown to a private table.
Blaine showed the right amount of awe and really was impressed seeing how a true celebrity was treated. The best part was that Kurt wasn't a celebrity when it was just them. He wasn't a diva and didn't expect differential treatment. He was genuine and kind, humble to those who admired him.
They ate a delicious meal, sharing their dishes and exclaiming over the cheesecake they were served for dessert.
Kurt cleared his throat and looked nervous as they were finishing their coffee.
"Are you ok?" Blaine asked. His husband rarely showed nerves, especially in public.
"I'm, um, a little nervous. I'm not good at this kind of thing, but it really means a lot to me. And I hope it will mean a lot to you," Kurt said and rose from their table. Coming around to Blaine's side, he knelt down, pulling a small black jeweler's box from his pocket.
"What is this, Kurt?" Blaine asked, already smiling.
"Well, we turned out luckier than most matched couples, wouldn't you say? We care about each other, the sex is amazing," Kurt whispered, color rising in his cheeks.
"I would definitely say we are lucky," Blaine agreed, cocking his head to the side.
Kurt opened the box to reveal two platinum bands. In the low light, Blaine could see that each was encrusted with colored jewels, but it was hard to tell in the blue lighting of the restaurant.
"I know most matched couples don't wear rings, but Blaine I would be honored if you would wear my ring and agree to let me wear a ring as well. I want everyone to know that we are married, that we are happy together. I want to celebrate us through these simple bands. So, Blaine Anderson, will you wear my ring?" Kurt asked, his voice tremulous.
Blaine took a shuddering breath, a delighted smile covering his face. "Kurt, oh my god, yes! I would be honored to wear your ring and know that you wear one as well. Thank you so much, baby!"
He held out his hand to Kurt who grinned and slid the ring onto Blaine's third finger.
"Um, I know this was all my idea, but would you do the honors?" Kurt asked, holding the box out to his husband.
"I would love to," Blaine said. He took the ring and gently eased it onto Kurt's finger before kissing the top of his hand and then the ring. Standing, he held his hand out to Kurt. "Would you dance with me, Kurt?"
"I would love to," Kurt repeated, smiling brilliantly. He took Blaine's hand and stood, following him to the dance floor.
Blaine took him in his arms and they slowly made their way across the shimmering blue floor as the strains of Celine Dion's angelic voice filled the air.
Everything you are
Everything you'll be
Touches the current of love
So deep in me
Every sigh in the night
Every tear that you cry
Seduces me
All that I am
All that I'll be
Means nothing at all
If you can't be with me
Your most innocent kiss
Or your sweetest caress
Seduces me
"This song is for us," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. "Everything you do, the way you are, the way you talk and hold yourself. It seduces me. In every way."
Kurt stared at him, his eyes tight with tears. "I feel the same way," he said, leaning his head against Blaine's shoulder.
I don't care about tomorrow
I've given up on yesterday
Here and now is all that matters
Right here with you is where I'll stay
And if I should die tomorrow
I'd go down with a smile on my face
I thank God I've ever known you
I fall down on my knees
For all the love we've made
Every sigh in the night
Every tear that you cry
All that you do, seduces me
The sweet strains of the music died down. Kurt laid a soft kiss under Blaine's ear. "Thank you for the dance. Will you take me home now?"
"Absolutely," Blaine replied tightly. The soft strains of the song, the feel of Kurt so close to him, it was enough. He wanted to go home now too.
. . . . . .
Laying across each other's nude bodies, breathing hard, Blaine held his hand up and looked at his ring. The jewels set in the band were the most beautiful shade of blue and green he'd ever seen.
"Kurt, these jewels, they remind me of your eyes," he murmured, admiring how it looked to have a ring on the finger that would let the world know that he was married.
"That was what I was going for," Kurt said. Holding up his own ring with the topaz jewels, he showed Blaine. "See, these remind me of your eyes. I thought instead of matching, we should have something that reminded us of the other. Do you like it?"
"Didn't I just prove that to you?" Blaine chuckled. "I think it was a well thought out idea and I'm only sorry I didn't come up with it myself."
"Oh stop. I'm just glad you will wear it," Kurt murmured, snuggling his head into Blaine's chest.
"It's the only thing I'm willing to wear right now," Blaine said, reaching for Kurt's face to bring up to his own.
. . . . . .
The next morning, they were enjoying a quiet breakfast when the doorbell rang. They looked at each other curiously as they hadn't been expecting anyone this early Monday morning.
Together, they walked to the door and opened. Kurt gasped and Blaine grabbed his hand. Both of them were feeling déja vu.
Two men stood there in dark suits. "Mr. Anderson? Mr. Hummel? We are from the United States Home and Family Division. You are expected to be at the Manhattan Municipal Court on the ninth at nine o'clock. Here is your paperwork. Do you have any questions?" The man on the left said stiffly, handing Kurt a manila envelope.
"Um, yes, what is this in regards to?" Blaine demanded.
"The paperwork will tell you all you need to know," the man on the right said.
"Then why did you ask if we had questions?" Kurt asked, bewildered.
"Formality, sir. Have a nice day," the man said abruptly. The two turned around and walked back toward the elevator.
Blaine closed the door and met Kurt's worried eyes. "What could it be?"
"I don't know, sweetie," Kurt said. "Let's sit down and open it together."
They walked to the couch and sat knee to knee. Hands shaking, Kurt opened the envelope and removed the paper inside.
Staring at the words printed on the innocuous piece of paper, both of their jaws dropped in shock.
The United States Home and Family Division has found an error in the match that was made between Kurt E. Hummel and Blaine D. Anderson. This will be addressed in court and the individuals will be re-matched with more suitable spouses.
"No, no, no, no," Kurt was murmuring, tears streaming down his face. "Blaine," he got out, his voice rough with emotion.
"I know, baby, I know. We'll figure this out, I promise," Blaine said reassuringly. But the cold hand gripping his heart made him not so certain of his words.
. . . . . . .
And with this lovely chapter, I am back in the land of the living! Woot! Feeling good, ready to get back into the full swing of writing. Thank you to everyone who has wished me well during my recovery. You guys are the best! The song was Celine Dion, Seduces Me. (great song!)