Any laws, crimes, judgments, are from my mind and are not indicative of anything real. This is an updated and revised version of this chapter. 1/19/2016
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Last time…
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.
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"Blaine, I just got you, I don't want to lose you already!" Kurt sobbed, burying his face in Blaine's shoulder.
"I don't want to lose you either. Come on, let's have a glass of wine to relax and try to talk some sense into this situation," Blaine said, rubbing his husband's back, trying to control the shaking in his hands. He hated seeing their happy mood gone, hated that they had just been celebrating their marriage and now were faced with the idea that their marriage could be over.
They walked into the kitchen and Kurt poured them each a glass of wine. Sitting at the table, they studied the papers they had been served, but were given no extra clues as to what had brought this about. Finally, they gave up, turned out the lights and went into the bedroom.
"Kurt," Blaine said as they lay there in the dark.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I need you. I need to feel you against me and in me. I need to know that I belong to you," Blaine said, a feeling of desperation guiding him. He'd been so calm, but now he felt like he was going to fall apart if he didn't have Kurt own his body.
Kurt leaned up over him. Something came over him as he stared down at the tan, soft skin of the man under him. Something caveman and needful bubbled up in him. Without responding, he reached down and grabbed Blaine's face, slanting their mouths together in a wet, heated kiss. Their tongues clashed and slid silkily against one another, moans of delight escaping Kurt.
"I don't wanna wait, Kurt, I want you in me now," Blaine groaned. "Please, Kurt."
"I've got you, baby," Kurt whispered in his ear. He slid down his husband's body, flicking his nipples with his hot tongue and licking and sucking at Blaine's olive skin. When he reached his hardened cock, he took it in his mouth and swallowed it down as far as he could. Blaine's gasp and cry of delight rang in his ears as he hollowed his cheeks and began moving up and down on his length.
Delving his hands into Kurt's silky hair, Blaine groaned when he sucked particularly hard. Kurt's fingers, wet with spit and Blaine's arousal, began circling and easing into his entrance. Bit by bit, Kurt opened him up, keeping his mouth around his cock the whole time. Kurt loved listening to the needy sounds his husband was making and it edged him on even further.
"Now, Kurt, please!" Blaine begged.
Kurt lined his cock up and slid into him, both of them crying out at the hot and raw sensation of their bodies coming together.
Blaine loved the feeling of being possessed by his husband. Having him buried so deep inside, they were practically one person. His hips bucked up, taking Kurt even deeper, a low moan ripping from his mouth.
"Harder, Kurt," Blaine cried.
Kurt began pumping in and out of his husband, soon slamming into him until both of them were crying out on the verge of orgasm. Sliding his arms under his husband, Kurt lifted until they were chest to chest.
"You. Are. Mine. Blaine," he grunted, thrusting powerfully with each word. "Mine!"
Blaine reared back and came between them, his body quivering and shaking. Kurt groaned at the feeling of Blaine pulsing around him and followed with a loud grunt, falling on top of his husband, suddenly exhausted.
Later, after they'd cleaned up and snuggled back together, they talked quietly about what could possibly have brought on this letter from the government.
Blaine sat up suddenly. "Kurt, do you think this could have anything to do with Adam?"
Kurt looked up at him. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, didn't Adam say that he could pull some strings or some such nonsense?" Blaine replied, starting to feel a fire burn in the pit of his stomach.
Kurt put his head in his hands. "Holy shit. That little bastard! This dramatic bullshit is exactly something he would pull. I can't believe this. I bet his daddy put a nice payment in the judge's back pocket to pull this off."
"Well, if we got this much figured out, couldn't we call a lawyer to help us out?" Blaine asked. He much preferred the cursing, pissed off Kurt than the desperate, sad version.
"Lawyer, hell, we're calling my dad. He's a freaking congressman. He'll know what strings to pull," Kurt said and picked up his phone.
"Babe, it's the middle of the night," Blaine said.
"I don't care and I guarantee you my dad won't mind once he hears what the hell is going on," Kurt smiled grimly. "I am not giving you up without a fight, Blaine Anderson. Adam will have a fight on his hands the size of which New York has never seen."
With that, Kurt began to dial.
"Kurt, do you know what time it is?" Burt Hummel mumbled into the phone.
"Yes, I do, Dad, and you know I wouldn't call unless it was an emergency," Kurt said evenly, hoping his tone would wake his dad up enough.
It worked. "Are you alright? Is Blaine ok?" Burt asked in a rush.
"Yes, we're both fine. Well, physically we are. Dad, agents from the Home and Family division came by here tonight and delivered a letter stating that my match with Blaine was an error and that we are due in court on the ninth to be reassigned," Kurt told him.
"What the hell? That doesn't happen," Burt said, his voice clearing and gaining volume. "The matches, once made, are solid, there is no questioning or going back. It's set in stone."
"That's what we thought. Here, I'm going to put this on speaker phone so Blaine can talk to you too," Kurt said and hit the button setting the phone between them on the bed.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said.
"How many times do I have to tell you, it's Burt, kid," the man said and they could tell he was smiling.
"Hello Burt," Blaine corrected with a grin.
"Hello Blaine. Now, what do you guys think is going on?"
Glad that he got right to the point, Blaine shared his thoughts about Adam. Burt cursed colorfully.
"Could someone have that much pull, Dad?" Kurt asked.
"I'm sure they could if they greased the right palms," Burt said, sounding pissed off. "They are not going to get away with this."
Kurt knew at that moment, that his marriage would be okay. His dad was on the case and he wouldn't stop until everything was right again. Though he was hundreds of miles away, it felt like he was a kid again and his dad was holding his hand and making everything right in the world.
"Give me all the information, the court case number, judge name, all of it. Actually, Kurt just scan it and email it to me tonight. I have some phone calls to make tomorrow."
Kurt grinned at Blaine. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go above these people and start blowing some whistles. By the time I'm done, somebody will be behind bars for bribery and fraud," Burt announced.
"I'm going right now to scan it. And thank you, Dad. This means more to me than you will ever know," Kurt said, gazing into Blaine's eyes. Blaine smiled at him softly, squeezing his hand.
"From the sounds of you two and the moon eyes I'm sure you're passing around, I think I have a pretty good idea," Burt said with a chuckle. "And you're welcome. Any chance to rattle the chains of the government elite is a good day in my book."
"You are an amazing man, Burt," Blaine said, truly impressed.
"Yeah well, I love my kids, what can I say," his father-in-law returned gruffly. "Now get that letter scanned and get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow as soon as I know something."
"I will. I love you, Dad," Kurt said softly.
"Love you, too, bud, and you Blaine," he said.
Blaine's eyes widened and Kurt grinned, nodding at him encouragingly.
"Love you too, Burt."
"'Night boys," Burt said and hung up.
"Told you he liked you," Kurt said loftily.
"I guess so." Blaine was a little blown away. He didn't have the best relationship with his father and though he'd only met Burt in person once, they'd talked on the phone with Kurt many times. Now, maybe he'd have more than a husband. He'd have a family. Clearing his throat from the emotion building up, he blinked quickly. "Let's get that letter scanned."
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The next day was spent in anxious moments between phone calls. Burt had gotten on the phone first thing that morning and was in touch with lawyers, judges, and other congressmen. He learned that Adam's father had paid his golf buddy, Judge Erickson, and several of his employees to fudge some records in order to have Kurt and Blaine re-matched. When questioned by Burt's lawyer, one of the clerk's in Erickson's office crumbled and told him everything. The lawyer then called another judge who was able to cancel the motion to re-match and bring charges against Erickson, his employees, and Adam's father.
"And now, Adam is on his way back to jolly old England to be matched. He will have no chance to find a husband of his own, he will be matched the very day he returns," Burt was telling them that afternoon. His voice was filled with excitement at the stir he'd caused. "They are also looking into Erickson's past cases to see if he has taken any bribes in the past. It could get very ugly. Add to that, some congress friends of mine will be dealing with the Department of Home and Family. They know that re-matches are simply not done and yet they delivered the papers to you guys with no question."
"Holy shit," Blaine said.
"Essentially," Burt agreed, and they all laughed. "Now, you boys will be getting another letter from H and F telling you that the court case was canceled, so don't freak out when the suit patrol show up again."
"Thank you for the warning, Dad. And, seriously, thank you for all of this. I know you quite enjoyed yourself, but I know you also stuck your neck out for us and we appreciate it very much," Kurt said.
"We do, Burt, thank you," Blaine chipped in.
"I did enjoy myself. It was exciting in a way that congress rarely is. As for sticking my neck out, who gives a damn? Bring it on. We were in the right and there is nothing anyone can do about it. If someone else wants to cause me trouble, well, I'll just handle it like I did today," Burt said simply.
"Okay, so we get to stay married," Kurt said, shaking his head in wonder. "It's amazing what can happen in twenty-four hours."
"It really is," Blaine nodded. "I'm just glad it's over. Hey, Burt, have a beer and next time we're in town we'll take you out for another."
Kurt started to argue. "But…" Then he thought about what his dad did for him, looked at the man he got to keep in his life. "Hell, why not. Go, for it, Dad. Have a steak while you're at it. Let Carole know I send my blessing."
"Well, now, I'll take that as a thank you any day," Burt said. "And with that, I'm getting off the phone. I swear, my ear started to melt after a while."
Kurt scoffed. "Well, that wouldn't happen if you started using a cell phone or a Bluetooth instead of a landline, Dad."
"Don't start, Kurt. I like my old clunky phone," Burt said with a chuckle. "Love you boys."
"Love you too," they chorused.
Once they'd hung up, they looked at each other before rushing forward and embracing fiercely.
"I get to keep you," Blaine said in wonder.
"And I get to keep you," Kurt said, relief coloring his words. "I think this makes me appreciate you a hundred times more than I did just yesterday."
"I agree," his husband said. "Let's get out of here and celebrate. What do you say?"
Kurt nodded. "I say hell yes!"
And so they did. They went out to eat and then went to their favorite dance club and danced until their feet gave out. Not once did they let go of each other, happy to stay connected this night and the rest of their nights.
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A week later, Kurt came up to Blaine in his music room and leaned against the piano where Blaine was busily scribbling in his notebook. He waited until his husband looked up and then dropped a thick envelope into his lap.
"What's this?" Blaine asked with a smile. Everything Kurt did seemed to make him smile and he didn't care how cheesy that made him.
"This is something we missed out on. Go ahead and open it," Kurt encouraged. They'd received their final letter from the government the day before and Kurt decided it was the perfect time for the idea he'd been playing with for weeks to be implemented.
"Plane tickets? Hotel reservations? Paris?! Kurt, oh my god!" Blaine jumped up and grabbed Kurt, planting a hard kiss on his plush lips.
"A honeymoon. What do you think? Our schedules are open, I checked. Blaine, do you want to go to France with me?" Kurt asked playfully.
"I do," his husband replied cheekily.
So they did.