Kurt was certain he was in heaven and Blaine was an angel sent to save him from everything bad in life. France was like a dream come true. They spent the days touring and shopping and eating. Blaine depended on him since he spoke fluent French. He'd been trying to teach him some basics, but for some reason his husband was having a hard time picking up the language. Kurt had challenged him to ask a shop owner how much a scarf was. Instead, he asked the woman how good the coward was. Thankfully, she had a sense of humor and she and Kurt had giggled. Kurt kissed his husband on his bright red cheek and bought him a polka dot bowtie. He had been able to talk Blaine into some wardrobe changes. Blaine gracefully accepted the slacks and polo shirts. He found he enjoyed accessorizing and Kurt helped him pick out different colored suspenders, shoes, and even a pair of bright pink sunglasses.
During the nights, however, they barely spoke. Something about France had ramped up their libido and they couldn't stop making love. They explored each other's bodies from head to toe and every delicious inch in between.
"God, Kurt, I can't stay away from your neck," Blaine murmured against his skin.
They'd been in France for two weeks and had just gotten back from the opera. The door had barely closed when Blaine had pinned him up against the wall and attacked the pale skin of his throat. Softly mouthing at him, Blaine lightly sucked and kissed Kurt until he was a whimpering mess.
"Blaine," he whined, his hands coming up to tangle in his curls. "I want you."
"Me too," Blaine whispered against him.
They broke apart, hurriedly undressing before coming back together, their lips smashing together in a hot kiss. Moaning, their tongues met and swirled together, as they made their way to the bed. Blaine pushed Kurt down onto it and began kissing down his neck and chest. Flicking his tongue at his flat nipples, Blaine moaned at the sight of the pebbled flesh.
"Blaine," Kurt gasped.
Blaine moved down to his stomach, licking his belly button and the V of his hips.
"Blaine," Kurt repeated. "I want…"
"What do you want, beautiful?" Blaine asked, sucking at the skin of his hip.
"I wanted to try something," Kurt whispered and murmured in his ear.
Blaine's head popped up, his eyes going dark with desire. "Oh god, yes," he replied.
Kurt backed up on the bed and lay on his side, his blue eyes hungrily watching his husband. Blaine joined him and moved into place. Their eyes met for a long moment before their hands came up. Kurt stroked Blaine's erection, humming at the silky feeling under his fingers. Blaine copied the movement, taking Kurt's cock in his hand, thumbing over the tip. Exchanging another glance, they leaned down at the same time. Muffled cries ripped through the air as they took each other in their mouths.
Unable to comprehend the pleasure that was coursing through him, Kurt hollowed his cheeks around Blaine's cock, loving the musky taste of him. Blaine copied the action and they moaned together, the sound vibrating against their erections causing more noise to escape them. Their eyes met, dark and needy. Without a word, they both began bobbing their heads, wet sounds filling the room. Kurt whimpered, feeling his stomach coil and tighten. He tried to hold back, squeezing his eyes tight as he took Blaine as deep as he could, his tongue swirling around his length. Blaine bucked against him and Kurt let go, coming deep in his husband's mouth.
Blaine moaned and swallowed around him, loving the taste of his husband. Kurt cried out around him and grabbed his ass as he licked and sucked at him. Moaning Kurt's name, Blaine came hard. Kurt took it all, massaging Blaine's hips and ass as he swallowed.
Falling away from each other, they turned on their backs, breathing hard.
"That was," Kurt gasped, but was unable to find a good enough word.
"It was," Blaine agreed, reaching out to stroke Kurt's hip.
Later, as they were snuggling in the jacuzzi tub, they talked about heading back home the next day.
"I wish we could stay here forever," Kurt said dreamily, his head resting on Blaine's shoulder.
"I do too. But the fashion world would collapse without your genius," Blaine chuckled, kissing his hair.
"Yeah, right. But I do need to start putting more work into my fall line. And you need to get working on your album, Mr. Musician," Kurt replied.
"Hey, I, uh, wanted to ask you something," Blaine hedged.
Kurt sat up and looked at him. "Anything," he said.
"What would you think about stopping off in Philadelphia before we go home?" Blaine asked.
Kurt tilted his head, his blue green eyes curious. "Sure. Any specific reason?"
"Yeah, I'd like to introduce you to my parents," he replied hesitantly.
"Oh, honey, of course! I'd love to meet your parents. You've barely told me anything about them," Kurt replied.
"Well, I didn't have the best experience growing up and we've never really gotten along," he said.
"Then why go see them if you don't get along," Kurt asked gently.
"Because I'm proud to be married to you and I want to show you off," Blaine said, his golden eyes glowing.
Kurt's heart jumped in his chest. "Blaine," he said quietly.
"That's just how I feel," Blaine said, smiling.
"Well, I feel like I'm in love with you," Kurt said softly.
Blaine sat up, staring at him. Kurt's stomach dropped. Had he said it too soon? Did Blaine not feel the same or close to the same?
"I," Kurt began but was cut off as Blaine leaned in quickly, taking his head between his hands and kissed him. Taking it deep quickly, Blaine thrust his tongue in Kurt's warm mouth. Kurt felt cherished and taken care of.
Keeping his hands on Kurt's face, Blaine leaned back to look him deep in the eyes. "I love you, too," he said, his eyes shining.
"Really?" Kurt asked.
"Really," Blaine said.
This time they kissed slowly, softly, their lips moving sweetly over one another. Parting, they shared a long, meaningful glance. Not blinking, they moved in again, exploring each other, kissing as husbands in love instead of two people who are married.
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"Blaine, honey, calm down, it's going to be fine," Kurt said, squeezing his hand.
"I don't know if this was such a great idea," Blaine fretted as the taxi drove toward his parents house.
"We've taken on a lot harder things than this. And if it goes south, we can always leave. It's up to you," Kurt assured him.
Blaine looked at him and smiled, the first genuine smile Kurt had seen since the airport. "I love you."
Kurt grinned back at him. "I love you, too."
The cab pulled up to the house and Kurt gave a low whistle. "That's a big house. Is it just the two of them?"
"Yeah. They believe in status. The bigger the house, the more successful you are. The more worthy of their time and attention. So, of course, they have to have the biggest house of all," Blaine said, bitterness in his tone. After asking the driver to wait for them,they climbed out of the car and took hands as they walked up to the porch.
"Well, we have the biggest condo in our building, so maybe we'll stand up to snuff," Kurt said with a wink. "You ready?"
"As long as I have your hand in mine, I will be," Blaine said. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
A woman in a black dress and white apron opened the door. "Yes?"
"Hi, um, I'm here to see my parents, could you tell them Blaine is here please?" he asked.
"Certainly, sir, please come in," she said in a neutral tone. Turning, she walked into the house.
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and followed the maid.
They were shown into what the maid called the sitting room. She told them Blaine's parents would be right with them. She must have exaggerated because it was ten minutes before they were joined by a medium height couple. They both had dark hair, like Blaine. His mother had gray streaks in her hair. Her eyebrow looked like it was permanently stuck in the up position, giving her an air of arrogance. His father looked bored. They were both dressed elegantly, like they were about to go out on the town.
Blaine and Kurt stood. "Mother, Father," Blaine said evenly. He couldn't believe they had been so rude, making them wait so long.
"Blaine," his mother acknowledged. "Who do we have here?" she said looking at Kurt. Though she was obviously shorter, she still appeared to be looking down on them both.
"Mother, Father, this is my husband, Kurt Hummel. Kurt these are my parents, Eleanor and Simon Anderson," Blaine said.
Kurt stepped forward, holding his hand out to Blaine's father. "A pleasure to meet you both, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson."
The temperature dropped in the room as they both just stared at Kurt, Blaine's father just staring at his hand. Finally, Kurt took his hand back and linked fingers with Blaine, who squeezed tightly.
"Why are you here, Blaine?" His mother asked.
"Obviously I wanted you to meet my husband. Why else do you think?" Blaine snapped.
"If we had wanted to make his acquaintance, we would have contacted you," she responded. "We told you we wanted nothing more to do with you after you refused to marry Constance Stanhope."
"I'm gay, Mother, why would I marry Constance?"
Kurt could tell Blaine was reaching his limit for patience. His own temper was flaring, but he wouldn't say anything yet.
"You should have married her so you could produce an heir for your father," she said haughtily. "We could have had a grandchild that looked exactly like him, but no, you decided you preferred to be with men," she said, spitting out the last word like it tasted bad. "Now I bet you'll be going even further and having yourself a little Scrap."
Kurt had intended to keep quiet, but he couldn't any longer. "Mrs. Anderson, with all due respect, Blaine was born gay, he didn't choose it. Don't you think he would have married someone he knew instead of having to marry a stranger if he had a choice? As for children, yes, we will be adopting. We will adopt a child who was born to arrogant snobs like you who wanted someone who didn't have flaws. We, on the other hand, love flaws, just as we will love the child we are lucky enough to adopt. The child will have grandparents who love him or her as well as your son. And don't worry, I know that it won't be you two. Blaine, do you have anything to add?" Kurt finished angrily, looking at his husband.
Blaine looked back at him, bemused. He shook his head, unable to think of anything to say.
"Good. Let's go. Oh and by the way, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, I love your son and he loves me. We were lucky to be matched. I'm sad to know that he didn't fare as well in the parent department," Kurt said. He turned and walked away, Blaine traveling behind him.
His parents simply stood there, Eleanor's mouth slightly hanging open. His father never once lost his bored expression. How those two produced someone as beautiful, kind and creative as Blaine, Kurt would never know.
When they got outside, Kurt turned to Blaine. "I'm so sorry, Blaine. I know I had no right to go off like that. I just couldn't take the way they were talking to you," he said. He honestly wasn't sorry, but he didn't want Blaine to be mad at him.
"Kurt, you are my hero," Blaine responded with a smile. "You didn't say anything I wouldn't have said if I had half the guts you do." He was in awe of his husband and so very proud to call him his own.
"Let's go home," Kurt suggested.
"Let's," Blaine agreed, leaning over and kissing him before turning toward the cab.
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