"And I say to Kurt, Kurt! You bring your boy in so I can see him an say to his face he silly romantic!" Franco exclaims happily as he sets Blaine's coffee down in front of him. "But Kurt, he silly romantic too- look!" he points to Blaine's cup, complete with a post it saying 'Love from Kurt xxx'
Blaine nudges Kurt with his shoulder and smiles shyly as Kurt raises his own 'Love from Blaine' mocha with a grin. "Two can play at that game, Anderson."
"So happy!" Franco claps his hands delightedly as he heads back to the kitchen. "Franco is so happy!"
"Kurt, he's crazy," Blaine hisses once Franco is out of sight. "How the hell did Jonathan ever find him?"
"He's not crazy, he's just a little...over exuberant," Kurt smiles. "You doing okay there?"
"Yeah, just a little overwhelmed with it all. Tired, too."
"We can go back and take a nap if you want?"
"No, no. I'll be better to push on through I think. Besides, I haven't even seen Joe yet."
"He'll be along soon. Class gets out in ten minutes, and it's only down the road."
"Class? Kurt, you didn't say you have class?"
"I have class all day every day," Kurt shrugs. "I'm allowed to miss one day to pick my fiancé up from the airport. Besides, it's Friday. We don't do much on a Friday."
"I'm not happy."
"No, I know. But I'm a big boy now. Oh! Talking of which..."
"No."
"Yes! It's your birthday tomorrow, so I thought tonight we could go out for dinner tonight- just us, and then tomorrow we could go out with Joe, Jonathan, Teresa and Alice."
"I thought they lived outside the city?"
"They do, but they have an apartment here for Jonathan in the week, so Teresa said she would just bring Alice here this weekend instead."
"That sounds fun."
"And during the day we can go sightseeing."
"Not shopping?"
"You're here for five days, there's plenty of time for you to take me shopping, if you absolutely insist," Kurt teases.
"So, the letters," Blaine begins later that night.
Their fancy birthday dinner has been ditched in favor of room service- fish and chips- which they eat sitting on the bed in their underwear sipping on champagne.
"The letters," Kurt says with a nod, reaching over to set his glass on the nightstand.
"You like the letters?"
"I love the letters," Kurt corrects. "You like the post its?"
"I love them, and I love that I'll probably still be finding them in ten years time. How many did you hide?"
"I can't even remember," Kurt laughs. "More than fifty, I know that."
"I'm in awe."
"And I'm in awe of the letters. Seriously Blaine, the time and effort all that must have taken...and there's still more to come. You gave me fifty letters, I'm only here for forty four days- and you're with me for five of those."
"I know, but I wanted every eventuality covered," he says with a smile.
"Well there's one I'd like to open with you, if that's okay? I have it in my bag."
"Sure."
Kurt climbs from the bed, clearing their plates back onto the table and runs to fetch the letter from his bag. Pouring them more champagne, Blaine then pulls back the covers and beckons for Kurt to join him.
"I gotta say, this is a pretty awesome birthday dinner."
"I like the dress code," Kurt agrees. "Black briefs as opposed to black tie? Works for me. So. This is the letter."
'Feel like reminiscing?' the envelope says, 'open this one!'
"Really? That's what you want to do?" Blaine asks as Kurt snuggles under his arm.
"Is that okay? I've been looking at it the last few days and thinking that I'd really like to share it with you, rather than reading it without you here and ending up crying."
"Okay. Do you want to read this silently, or out loud, or what?"
"I want you to read it."
Blaine takes the letter and opens it, leans down to kiss Kurt's forehead briefly and then starts to read.
"Memories...like the corners of my mind... Well that's enough singing for now. You want to reminisce? Here are five memories I have of us over the last few years. They're not in any order, and they're not necessarily my favourite, or my funniest, or anything, particularly, they're just memories I have of us together, some special, some mundane, some romantic, some happy...just things that have stood out for me, that I've polished up and kept in that enormous treasure box of Kurt and Blaine's time together.
Do you remember our first date? That's dumb. Of course you do. But...it was perfect. I had waited so long, Kurt. So long! But now, I'm glad I did. We both did a lot of growing up from our first meeting until our first date and honestly, I'm not sure we would have worked if we had dated eight months prior. We still would have found our way to one another eventually I guess, I'd like to think so, anyway.
I remember standing by my car, waiting for you to come out of school. When you appeared, you tried to play it cool but I knew you were internally screaming, as was I. When I drove away from you I cheered. Loudly. Like, really loudly.
And then all evening I couldn't stop looking at you. Funny, I can barely remember what we talked about yet I can still feel my thumb tracing over the back of your hand, I could describe exactly what you were wearing. And the jacket you took from the coat stand in your hallway... Was that Marc Jacobs? I never asked for fear of embarrassing myself.
Of course, I wanted to kiss you that night. But Finn was trying his overprotective big brother act, and again, nerves got the better of me. I'm glad though, because when our first kiss did happen, it was all kinds of wonderful.
Hawaii. The whole trip to be honest, but especially the hibiscus. Do you know my insides do a funny little jump whenever I catch sight of one- even a drawing? The whole trip was perfect from beginning to end but that night, for me, was one of those moments we seem to have every now and then where our relationship seems to step up a gear. And I did...that...for the first time. Which you know is my favorite and my best. (I can't write the word rimming without dying of embarrassment. Oh, I just did.)
The time I very nearly crashed my car on the way to Chicago. I bring that to mind every now and then, and I still laugh about it. I remember your exact words "I was just thinking how pretty you would look if I sucked you off while you had a dildo inside you, that's all."
I nearly died. We nearly died, seeing as I narrowly avoided that truck, but it's thankfully a memory with a very happy ending. (And did I look pretty, Kurt? Did I?)
Your graduation. Bitter sweet, I guess, for both of us, given what happened that night then led to over a month of untold misery. But that day, I was so proud of you. And I'm so happy that when we're really, really old (yes, I am already) I can tell our grand kids that I watched you graduate high school and college. I cannot wait. You are amazing. You overcame so much to get where you are now, and everyday I find myself in awe of this incredible young man who has achieved so much.
And my final memory Kurt, and one which should really, really be repeated at some point... S'mores chocolate cheesecake."
Finishing reading, Blaine folds the letter and sets it on the nightstand before taking Kurt's face in his hands to give the softest of kisses to his lips.
"I could go on and on about the memories we've made together," he smiles as Kurt closes his eyes in blissful contentment. "You make my life worth living."
"Hmm, same," Kurt whispers. "I never want this moment to end, that's for sure, but I really have to use the bathroom."
"Go," Blaine laughs, sliding down under the covers as Kurt scurries across the room. "I will be expecting the full birthday blow job treatment to be lavished upon me when you return."
A few minutes later and a laughing Kurt emerges. "Well it's not strictly your birthday yet, since it's only eleven thirty but I guess... Oh Blaine," he sighs as he takes in the sight of Blaine, curled on his side and snoring lightly. "You absolute darling." Sliding under the covers he flips the lamp off before snuggling behind his fiancés back. "I love you."
A groggy and disoriented Blaine wakes the next morning to find Kurt, already dressed and pacing around impatiently and an elaborate looking breakfast all laid out.
"What? What time is it? This is England?"
"Ha! Yes, this is England, it's ten in the morning and," he gestures to all the food, "Happy Birthday!"
"Oh god." Blaine falls back onto the pillows with a groan. "Thirty five. Mid-thirties. Kill me now." Turning his head, he narrows his eyes at where Kurt stands, hands on hips looking down at him. "How can someone like you love someone so old as me?"
"Because someone like you...correction...you...are perfect for me." Bending down he kisses him quickly before scrunching up his nose, "but you do need to brush your teeth."
"I'm on it." Blaine climbs from the bed on wobbly legs and uses the bathroom before settling in one of the armchairs and holding his arms out to Kurt.
"In a moment. We have tea, toast, eggs, bacon.." He busies himself setting breakfast out for the pair of them- a waste of time really since he just sits in Blaine's lap and shares his plate anyway. "I have a gift for you."
"This is gift enough, though you really should be naked."
"I'm not getting naked now because we're going sightseeing before meeting everyone later."
"Boo. Okay, I'll have my gift now instead."
"I'm um...I'm actually really nervous about this," Kurt says, twisting his hands this way and that as his cheeks flush pink. "I don't know if you'll like it."
"Of course I will," Blaine smiles, surreptitiously brushing toast crumbs from Kurt's pants before he notices and tells him off. "Your gifts are always amazing."
"You might think this one incredibly immature."
"Why?"
Kurt doesn't answer but takes himself from Blaine's lap to fetch a box from the corner of the room which he hands to him nervously, blushing furiously as Blaine lifts the lid and smiles.
"It's a teddy bear."
"I made him," Kurt says quietly, eyes searching Blaine's for any trace of disappointment.
"You made him? Just for me?" Blaine takes the bear from the box carefully and looks at him. He stands at around a foot tall, arms and legs all jointed and moveable. His fur is a light brown and Blaine smiles as he notices the hazel eyes. "He's pretty darn gorgeous," he grins, unable to resist kissing the tip of the bears nose. "Does he have a name?"
"Blaine," Kurt says in a voice still wobbly with emotion. "Because I made a Kurt as well." He drops another box into Blaine's lap who lifts the lid, grinning broadly at a bear identical in size but with golden fur and blue eyes.
"Kurt... I love them. I can't believe you made them, they are amazing. I've never had a teddy before. Well, I had a stuffed turtle when I was a baby, but I attached myself to one of Coopers tshirts and I used to drag that everywhere with me when I was little. These are wonderful. Why did you worry I wouldn't like them? They can sit on our bed at home."
"That's what I was hoping, but... Yeah. I didn't want you to think I was weird, giving you a teddy bear for your thirty fifth birthday."
"Please don't remind me of my age. But no, I don't think you weird, I think you rather lovely." Pulling Kurt tight to his chest he kisses him firmly. "Thank you."
"I um... I made them little outfits," he says, blushing a furious red as Blaine stares. "Cause... Well... Cause I just did." He climbs from Blaine's lap once more and fetches a gift bag, and Blaine wades through the mountain of tissue paper until he unwraps two small suits- exact replicas of their New Years outfits.
"Oh my god!" Blaine cries with a disbelieving laugh. "You made engagement outfits! Oh my god I love you even more than I ever thought possible. Oh my god!" Blaine's grin is broad and Kurt finally relaxes as Blaine eagerly dresses both bears, smacking Kurt's hands out the way when he tries to help. "Perfect!"
"Completely dishevelled," Kurt tuts as he takes the bears, tucking tiny shirts into small pants and righting cravats and bow ties. "Now perfect."
"We can give them to our kids one day," Blaine grins as he snags another piece of toast from the tray.
"No, Blaine, I can make them their own. They're not having ours. Now get dressed so we can go out."
"I have to shower first."
"I'm not stopping you," Kurt says, standing and gesturing to the bathroom.
Blaine opens his mouth to say something but seems to think better of it after noticing the steely determination in Kurt's eyes, and he heads to the bathroom instead. When they emerge onto the streets of London the day is bright and sunny, and Blaine links his arm through Kurt's as they walk along. "Where first?"
"It's your birthday, you choose," Kurt says happily.
"If I'd have known that I'd have kept you in bed the entire day," Blaine grins.
"So surprising," Kurt quips dryly. "Come on, let's go see if the Queen is at home."
By mid afternoon both men are exhausted, having taken in Buckingham Palace, St Pauls Cathedral, Trafalgar Square and Westminster Abbey. They drag their weary feet back to the hotel, but there's only time for a quick change before they're back out the door.
"Where are we going?" Blaine asks as they walk along the street.
"To meet everyone."
"I know that, but where?"
"Okay." Kurt turns, stopping them on the sidewalk and ignoring the irritated glances from passers by. "You are...you are different to most men, Blaine."
"I'm gay."
"It's not just that. You're so dapper, so elegant and put together- most of the time anyway. It's almost like you've come from another era. And in my eyes, you're a real gentleman. So since we're in England, home of the gent, I figured it'd be kinda cool to do something quaint so..." he trails off, gesturing to the building over the road. "Afternoon tea at the Ritz, my darling old man."
"Woah! You're kidding me, right? That's like...something I've always wanted to do!"
Kurt smiles at the way Blaine's face lights up, making him look almost childlike as he takes Kurt's hand and allows himself to be taken across the road. He's still in awe when he greets Joe again, who has presented himself in a proper tie and blazer much to Kurt's delight.
"Well well, if it isn't Blaine Anderson," a voice calls from behind and Blaine turns to find a beaming Teresa holding her arms open wide. Jonathan follows, with Alice peeking out shyly from around his waist.
"Hey Alice," Blaine says as he stoops down to her level. "You were just five the last time we met. What are you now? Hmm. Let me see. I'm guessing...six?"
"Seven, silly!" she laughs, all shyness forgotten. "I'm going to be eight soon though. I know you because there's a huge picture of you and Kurt in our dining room, and loads in Daddy's studio."
"Really? Well I was younger back then, and probably a lot more handsome."
"You're not doing too badly," Teresa laughs with a wink. "And Kurt keeps you young."
"He does."
They all go happily into the hotel, and spend the afternoon cooing over delicate sandwiches and sighing over delectable pastries. Alice sits happily between Blaine and Joe, completely enraptured with the latter when he tells her he's going to be a movie star. Blaine turns to Kurt next to him, sliding an arm around his waist and nuzzling as close to his neck as he feels is socially acceptable.
"I love you," he whispers, enjoying the way Kurt shivers. "Today has been perfect."
"I'm glad," Kurt murmurs, "though it's not over yet. We could go get a drink?"
"That sounds fun," Blaine agrees with a smile. "Kurt and I are going for a drink, if anyone would like to join us?"
"I'm in," Joe says, eagerly raising his hand.
"Not me," Teresa says with an apologetic smile, "nor Alice. But I'm sure Jonathan would jump at the chance of a boys night out."
"I really would," he says, leaning over to kiss his wife's cheek.
"Not a night out, per se," Blaine laughs. "Just a drink."
"I've heard that before," Teresa says knowingly. "Jonathan, I'll expect you home by three."
"Three? Three in the morning?" Blaine cries in alarm.
"Live a little, Blaine," Jonathan says as he tugs him to his feet, "we're not getting any younger."
"Don't remind me."
And that is how Kurt and Blaine find themselves knocking back several drinks in a row, rammed together in some London nightclub that Blaine thinks might have been called Mahiki but he can't really remember. He can't really remember much, to be honest- except that he's engaged to Kurt and he's feeling exceptionally horny.
"I'm horny!" he yells over the music.
"Wrong person!" Joe yells back, spinning him around so he's facing Kurt.
"Oh. I'm horny!"
"You're drunk as a skunk!" Kurt yells back before dissolving into a fit of giggles. "Skunky got drinky. Wait...that's not right."
"Dance with me!"
"Dance with you or push my cock against your ass?"
"You two are exceptionally loud!" Jonathan booms, laughing as he hands them both a shot of something bright green. "Cheers!"
"Cheers," they all chorus together before knocking the shots back. The four head to the dance floor, not really caring what music is playing as they sway around drunkenly, laughing loudly.
"I'm nearly forty!" Jonathan yells to Blaine, "I can't keep up with all this!"
"Was you who was buying the drinks!"
"True, true." This becomes the funniest thing ever as the two men clutch at each other and Joe rolls his eyes at them, extending his hand to Kurt.
"Well, my prince?"
"I'm really, really pissed," Kurt laughs as he and Joe stagger into a waltz to the loud dance track.
"Why? Who said what?"
"Nah, that's what the British say, isn't it? Remember? When they're drunk they say they got pissed. And when they fuck they shag."
"Shag!" Joe explodes with laughter.
"I think you should go ask that girl over there if she wants to shag you," Kurt laughs.
"I'm gonna."
Joe disappears but is back moments later, tail between his legs. "I hate being friends with you. You attract women, but then they all decide I'm gay too, and together we repel them."
"You love being friends with me."
"Yeah I do. Kurt?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't ever stop being my friend, 'Kay? Whatever happens, however many miles and roads and...things...like...buildings come between us...always be my friend."
"Always."
They start to hug, but Joe ends up falling into the guy behind when the music changes and Kurt suddenly darts toward Blaine, who is alert and looking everywhere.
"Baby!" he yells drunkenly as he pulls Kurt into an embrace. "Grenade. Oh my god."
"Our song," Kurt murmurs against his sweaty neck. "The first song we danced to."
"Shoulda known you were trouble," Blaine sings as he rests their foreheads together. "Oh my god Kurt, I'm just gonna come in my pants."
"What?"
Blaine doesn't answer at first, merely slots one leg between Kurt's so he can feel his hardness digging into his hip. Kurt's eyes go wide, then a sly smile takes over his face as he grinds back against him.
"That first time...I couldn't touch you. I wanted to kiss you so bad. I wanna kiss you so bad right now, too."
"Do it then," Kurt urges in his ear. "Kiss me like nobody's watching."
"Woah!" Jonathan cries, staring slack jawed alongside Joe as Blaine devours Kurt's mouth. His hands grip his hair tightly, tilting his face this way and that as his tongue dives into Kurt's mouth again and again, who has let his hands wander around to Blaine's ass where he grips roughly.
"That's what their friends were talking about I guess," Joe slurs knowledgeably. "They said they're really filthy."
"That's...that's...that's dirty kissing, right there. That's kissing that leads to sex."
"Yes. Sex," Joe agrees. "It's been so long since I had sex. Over a week."
"Try being married, kid," Jonathan laughs. "Fucking hell! Is Kurt biting him?"
"I believe so," Joe says as he cocks his head to one side to get a proper look. "And oh! Blaine has wandering hands."
Kurt bites at the soft flesh of Blaine's neck, tasting, pulling, aggravating with his tongue over and over while Blaine's hands start to roam. One slides under Kurt's shirt, bringing him closer where Blaine can rub against him wantonly, the other goes straight down the back of his pants, past the waistband of his underwear to cup his ass, squeezing hard as Kurt scrapes with his teeth.
"Fuck..." Blaine throws his head back with a moan, completely oblivious to the stares of fellow clubbers. "I gotta pee."
"Nice. Classy," Kurt says as he falls back against the wall, panting hard and digging the heel off his hand into his groin. "Go pee. Go," he waves Blaine away, smiling as he watches him wobbling unsteadily towards the bathroom.
"You okay there?" Jonathan asks as he hands him a bottle of water. "Things were getting pretty...um..."
"Hot," Joe finishes for him. "Like super hot. Who knew two guys getting it on could be so hot? It's...Kurt?" he asks in alarm as Kurt pushes off from the wall and veers toward the bathroom. "Kurt? Where are you going?" The two men jog to catch up with a now very determined Kurt.
"I," he begins, holding one finger up as he sways unsteadily, "am going to hunt him down and fuck him hard. Yes." Nodding decisively, he sets off on his course once more as Jonathan worries behind him.
"Kurt, you really can't do that here. This isn't a gay club, and it's pretty exclusive. Prince Harry comes here..."
"Where?" Kurt stops dead and whirls around. "I like him."
"No, he's not here, he just comes here sometimes, that's all. But Kurt you really...where'd he go?"
"He gone to fuck ole Blainers," Joe smiles happily. "In there," he adds, gesturing toward the bathroom.
"Oh shit."
Jonathan bursts into the bathroom looking left and right. "In there," a very bored sounding man says to him, pointing to a cubical. Giggling comes from behind the closed door, and Blaine's voice comes very loudly.
"I really hafta pee!"
"Pee in a moment, suck me first," Kurt tells him.
"Okay, okay. Open up!" Jonathan knocks on the door, dragging Kurt out the second it opens, pants wide open and hair sticking every which way. "Do those up. Blaine, pee then meet us outside. I'm going to find you two a taxi." He hauls Kurt outside, having beckoned for Joe to join them.
"Am I a disgrace?" Kurt asks, beaming with pride at the very thought.
"Completely," Jonathan says as he hails a cab, but turns back to Kurt with a grin. "You're both bloody hilarious. It was a good night, but now it's time for you two to be alone."
"Birthday blowjobs!" Blaine booms as he staggers onto the street. "C'mon baby. Let's go."
They fall into a cab together, a momentary pause when they are asked where they're going.
"Uh...my hotel," is all Blaine can offer.
"He's staying at the Mayfair," Joe shouts to the driver, and they're on their way.
"Blaaaaaaine?" Kurt asks as he slumps against him.
"Hmm?"
"Will you look after me tomorrow? Cause I don't think I'm gonna feel too good."
"Of course!" Blaine says valiantly. "I'll always look after you. Always. Forever. Till...forever. Always."
They trip and stumble thought the hotel, trying desperately to stifle their laughter until Kurt suddenly pins Blaine against the wall and kisses him hard. "I need...you. I need you. That's all I need. Just you."
"Then you shall have me!" Blaine laughs as he tugs him down the corridor. "In any way you choose."
After fumbling with the key they finally get into their room where Kurt pins Blaine to the wall once more, pulling roughly at his shirt as Blaine fumbles with Kurt's belt.
"Oh yes, yes," Kurt moans as Blaine falls to his knees. "Suck me."
Blaine happily obliges, reaching inside Kurt's underwear to release his hard, aching cock from its confines. He studies it, licking his lips subconsciously as Kurt lets his head fall back against the wall with a thump. Ordinarily he would be embarrassed with the close attention Blaine is paying to his body, but he couldn't care less as he finally nuzzles his face into the crease in his thigh and breathes him in.
"You're amazing," Blaine murmurs, nipping lightly at the skin there before softly kissing a line down his leg and across to his balls, sucking each one into his mouth before kissing the very tip of Kurt's cock. "I could do this to you forever."
Looking down, Kurt can see that the moment has sobered him somewhat, his eyes dark with wanting as he slowly licks the length of Kurt's dick before sinking down around him. Kurt's hands immediately tangle into his hair, breaking apart the stiff gel as his hips stutter and Blaine takes him deeper. "Fuck! Oh Blaine that's so good. I've missed your mouth on me baby. Oh shit, yes!" Blaine's hands come up to pull his pants and underwear to his ankles, gripping his ass hard as he urges Kurt to take the control. He does so willingly, snapping his hips back and forth as Blaine relaxes his throat to take nearly all of Kurt's length in his mouth.
"Touch yourself for me," Kurt urges in a desperate whisper, "lemme see you holding your gorgeous cock."
Blaine braces one hand on the wall as he fumbles to undo his pants, moaning around Kurt's cock when he finally runs his hand over himself, jerking in time with Kurt's thrusts. The pace picks up, Kurt pushing hard into Blaine's mouth, who takes and takes, humming appreciatively whenever Kurt tugs particularly hard on his hair. "Shit..." Kurt groans as he feels his climax approaching. "Blaine..." He spills hard, Blaine swallowing around him before pulling off and managing to find Kurt's lips as he sinks wearily to the floor, driving his tongue into Kurt's mouth and making him taste himself.
"You're so hot," Blaine says brokenly as he continues to jerk himself off. "I can't...I just...can't," he clutches desperately to Kurt's shoulder as he starts to breathe harder. Kurt kneels, replacing Blaine's hand with his own before kissing him over and over until Blaine whimpers and shudders and Kurt feels him come over his hand, a hand which he quickly brings to his lips and licks clean.
"I'm dead. I'm dying," Blaine moans as he lies on the floor.
"You can't be both."
"Oh. Well I'm one of them."
"We should get to bed," Kurt says tiredly.
"We should." Blaine stands, taking off all his clothes and abandoning them on the floor before undressing Kurt clumsily, but with love in his eyes as he helps him to his feet and into bed. "Did you have fun?"
"Just then? Yeah. Was awesome," Kurt murmurs as he turns out the light and draws Blaine to his chest.
"I was kinda meaning the whole day."
"Oh! Yeah. That too. It was so much fun. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow though. I think my head's gonna hurt."
"Don't worry. I'll look after you, I promised."
"Blaine?"
"Hmm?"
"Love you."