A/N- I'm back! Disney Paris was wonderful- pictures are on my twitter mrscriss2012 if you want to take a look. This story will be back to regular updates now :)

"You okay?" Kurt asks for what feels like the billionth time as he clasps Blaine's hand tightly in his own and they head toward the subway.

"Yes. Honestly. Really." He smiles, but his heart isn't in it and Kurt can tell as he swallows nervously.

"Actually...why don't we just take a cab?" he asks brightly, stopping at the top of the steps. "White jeans and the subway is just asking for trouble."

"Thank you," Blaine says, shoulders sagging with relief.

He relaxes once they're seated in the Mexican restaurant and he has a beer in his hand. Kurt nuzzles closer, up and under his jaw where he places a sweet kiss. "You're being very brave."

"The subway threw me a bit. It's the same line I used to get to Luke's. It's funny...I can talk about him and our time together now without feeling any remorse. Sadness that he's gone- oddly enough I would have liked for him to meet you- but I don't feel guilty anymore. And yet...here...seeing things that remind me of my time here...it's just...I feel like I can't breathe."

"Because it's not him that makes you feel this way, it's how you were after he died," Kurt explains patiently. "I know you're fearful of turning into that person again, but don't be. Please. Because you're past that now. You're not that man anymore just as I'm not that shy little kid who gets bullied. We've changed, through finding each other and becoming secure enough in our relationship to the point where we want to marry each other. All those dark times are behind both of us now...we have each other to lean on."

"You're...all...grown up," Blaine says, entranced by the way Kurt speaks. "My god, I just love you so much. Why does it have to be so long until the wedding?"

"It doesn't have to be," Kurt grins, "we could marry tomorrow if you so choose."

"Tempting...but no. I know it will happen, and I know it will be perfect. No sense in rushing it and compromising on the service we want just because we got impatient."

"It's only fourteen months, anyway."

"What's fourteen months?" Finn asks as he arrives at their table, followed by Rachel, Santana and Puck.

"Our wedding," Kurt grins as he hugs his brother tight.

"Ugh," Santana rolls her eyes as she kisses Blaine's cheek. "So that's the way this evening is going to go, is it? Child bride and Sugar Daddy are gonna bore us all with talk of color schemes and rehearsal dinners...ow! Blaine, did you just kick me?"

"Yes," he grins. "Now sit down and be quiet."

Their evening is loud, raucous and a whole lot of fun. Rachel cries almost uncontrollably when Kurt asks her to be maid of honor, until Santana smugly points out that Blaine asked her before he even proposed. Puck never stops saying how happy he is for them, and begs Blaine to be allowed to organize his bachelor party.

"Why mine?" he laughs. "Why not Kurt's?"

"Because he'll probably do something completely gay. You're the wild one."

"Joe is organizing mine," Kurt says with a faint blush. "Apparently I'm having two. One which is acceptable for our dad's to attend, and one which isn't," he pauses, fiddling with his drink. "And that involves a stripper."

"What?!" Blaine cries loudly, "I'll kill him."

"Totally blowing your party off to go to Hummel's," Santana drawls.

"Completely," Puck agrees as Rachel's face lights up.

"Finn, you can go to Blaine's and I'll go to Kurt's," she says as she pats his arm.

"Um...Wes is sorting mine out. I think it's just pizza, really," he says quietly, still smarting from Kurt's revelation. "I'm guessing Seb will choose to go to Kurt's...and probably Nick and Jeff too."

"Or..." Kurt says, suddenly hit with an idea. "How about this? We have a huge meal together, family and friends- and then we have a party without the family element, but with the stripper."

"What's the deal with a stripper?" Blaine huffs. "Am I not good enough?"

"Of course you are," he placates, "and you're welcome to be the stripper if you so choose, honey. But I've just always wanted a stripper for my bachelor party, that's all."

"So we would have a joint bachelor party?"

"Yes. And I promise to take you home, and not the stripper."

"Okay," he laughs. "Yeah. I like the sound of that."

They sit in the restaurant until late, talking and catching up with each other until the waiters have piled the chairs onto all the other tables and stand there frustratedly, waiting for them to settle their bill and leave- which they do eventually.

"Back to ours for coffee?" Santana asks as she links her arms between Kurt and Blaine.

"Thanks, but I think we'll pass," Kurt says, much to Blaine's relief. "Lots of fabulously gay sex to have and all that," he adds, making Blaine blush and stare at the floor.

"Thought as much," Rachel smiles. "We'll catch up with you tomorrow."

They say their goodbyes and find a cab, Kurt putting his arm around Blaine's shoulders once they're moving. "I was only joking about the sex," he whispers into Blaine's ear.

"I don't think I can," he whispers back, mortified. "I mean I had fun but I'm just kinda..."

"You're not going to relax until we're home."

"Not properly, no. I'm sorry. I am trying."

"I know you are, and you're doing really well. It's fine. We had a good night, it was good to see everyone and now we can go back and get some rest ready for tomorrow."

"I owe you everything," Blaine says as he plays with the buttons of his jacket.

"You owe Wes too... I might have called him before we came to discuss a few things with him," Kurt admits shyly. "I needed to know places I should avoid, things that might upset you or whatever...and I didn't want to force you to talk about it."

"I can't pay Wes back with fabulously gay sex though," he smiles.

"No...but I was thinking we could maybe have a short vacation with him and Kathy this summer."

"You kidding? Yeah, I'd love that," he grins brightly in the dark. "That'd be awesome."

He falls into a contented sleep that night, head on Kurt's chest as is their habit. Kurt follows soon after, happy to hear Blaine's usual little snuffles and snores escaping him as he dreams. The nightmare hits in the early hours. If Blaine had been forced to explain what it was about he wouldn't have been able to say, just that it was the same faceless figure hanging in the doorway as he always used to see, and when he looks down he sees blood, thick and dark red, oozing from between his fingers. He wakes with a start, his own screams having finally roused him but Kurt is there. Kurt, who holds him and rocks him gently back and forth, who smoothes his hair and remembers Wes' advice about whispering rather than talking, and reassuring him over and over that it's all gone, the nightmare is no more and he's here, he's here.

Eventually Blaine is placated once again, falling asleep with Kurt's pajama top fisted tightly in his hands, his body hiccuping with occasional sobs which gradually subside. Extracting himself delicately, Kurt quickly removes his shirt before holding Blaine close once more and waiting for the sun to rise, before eventually falling back to sleep just as the room fills with a pink glow.

"Hey," Kurt croaks as he stretches and yawns.

"Hey." Blaine is propped on one elbow, looking down at him. "I've been watching you sleep."

"Not creepy at all," Kurt smiles, reaching up to find the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss. "You okay?"

"I need to apologize."

"No you don't." Kurt sits against the pillows, rubbing his eyes for a second. "Please don't. We knew there was a chance of this happening, I'm more concerned about you than anything."

"I'm okay," Blaine says humbly. "I feel bad for waking you. I don't really remember much, just that it was the same dream I always used to get, and that it was you holding me when I woke up and not Wes."

"Wanna know why I think it came back?" Kurt asks. "You're stressing about it too much. Let's just treat this as any other city. It's just another place. Nameless, faceless. We can go out and about today and look at it with fresh eyes, as if we've never seen any of the places before. I'm not saying you won't dream tonight, but it might just help if you relax during the day."

"Okay," Blaine says decisively. "Okay."

"So...where first? Empire State? Statue of Liberty?"

"You have got to be kidding me," Blaine says, mouth hanging open. "Too high. I can't..."

"I know that, you fool. I'm just messing. Tell me where you'd like to go."

"Oh. Um...well... Gosh. I don't know. Um...we could go get coffee in Central Park? I always liked it there."

"Good!" Kurt smiles. "Excellent. Central Park here we come."

"Feeling better?" Kurt asks as Blaine sits on a nearby bench and takes great lungfuls of air.

"Much. I'm sorry I couldn't manage breakfast."

"Don't worry about it," he says lightly. "I'm pretty sure I've managed to eat enough for the both of us anyway," he smiles down at him, face falling into a frown when he notices how tired Blaine looks. "Come on. Let's walk a little, then we can go back to the hotel and rest."

He links his arm through the one Blaine offers and they stroll through the spring sunshine together, taking in their surroundings for a while until Kurt nudges Blaine with his shoulder. "So... The wedding."

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering if you had any thoughts on what our last name should be?"

"Oh, well..." The distraction works well for Blaine as he walks along thinking about it for a moment. "Well...I don't know really...um..."

"Because I wouldn't mind becoming Kurt Anderson."

"Really?"

"I thought that might surprise you," Kurt smiles.

"Yeah, it does." Scrunching his nose in thought they walk along quietly for a moment more until they reach the fountain where Blaine sits on the edge. "We can do that if you want..."

"But?"

"But I guess I always assumed we would hyphenate. I don't know."

"The Berry's didn't."

"True," Blaine nods as Kurt sits next to him, "but they're not actually legally married anyway. Whose name is it?"

"Leroy's I think."

"Anyway, that doesn't matter. For me, I look on marriage more as a union. A coming together of two people... I don't really think you giving up your last name would reflect that. Plus, as an only child I think it would be nice for you to be able to pass it along to your child one day."

"Yeah...I guess I didn't think of that," Kurt says quietly, perhaps a little sadly- prompting Blaine to take his hand in his.

"You could always use Kurt Anderson as your stage name, if you wanted?" he suggests.

"Oh yes!" Kurt brightens considerably at the thought. "Could I? You wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I mind?" Blaine laughs. "I'd be honored."

"Let's do that, then!" he cries animatedly. "We'll hyphenate and I'll take your name for stage work. Ooh!" he claps his hands, making Blaine laugh. "Exciting!"

"Good," Blaine says, swooping in to kiss his lips briefly. "I'm glad that's worked out."

"Anderson-Hummel, or Hummel-Anderson though?" Kurt asks, making Blaine drop his head into his hands and laugh again.

"Anderson-Hummel I guess, it's alphabetical."

"Hummel-Anderson sounds better though," Kurt points out. "It flows better. Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson."

"Okay. That's fine by me," Blaine says as he grins broadly. "Actually, this is quite possibly the best conversation I've ever had."

"That's settled then. The Anderson-Hummels it is," Kurt says with an emphatic nod.

"Hummel-Andersons."

"Yes!" Kurt cries as he bursts into over excitable laughter. "That!"

Giddy with happiness, they begin to walk again, though for Kurt it is more like a bounce as he tries to contain his joy. "Wedding rings," he says loudly as he runs his thumb over Blaine's engagement ring.

"Yes?"

"Matching?"

"I think so, don't you?"

"Yes," Kurt nods. "Which means we will have to find some kind of compromise because I like sparkly things and you like manly things, but that's what will make them perfect. A joining together of hands and hearts," he says, twirling on the spot with a flourish. "I'm thinking I'll move my engagement ring to my right hand."

"Same," Blaine captures him around the waist, drawing him close and kissing him deep and long, daring to run his tongue along Kurt's lip before nipping at it slightly. "God I love you," he whispers into his mouth. "I love all of this."

"Me too," Kurt laughs as he allows himself to be dipped and kissed again. "Come on. Let's go back and get some rest," he says, suddenly anxious for Blaine's well being once more.

"Nah," Blaine says as he sets Kurt on his feet and takes his hand, "let's not waste the day. There's somewhere I want us to visit."

"Tiffany's?" Kurt yells in Blaine's face as they stop on the busy sidewalk.

"Wedding ring shopping," Blaine grins.

"Are you serious? Now? And at Tiffanys?"

"Why not?" Blaine says, laughing at Kurt's eyes which are now as wide as saucers. "We have to choose them sometime...and you know what Tiffany means..."

"Diamonds!" Kurt shouts happily as he drags Blaine toward the door.

An hour later and Kurt is on the last tray as the ever patient assistant smiles indulgently at this over excited, yet incredibly picky young man. Blaine stands right by his side throughout, more than happy to let Kurt have his say, and obligingly holding his hand out whenever it is requested by his fiancé.

"Nope," Kurt says as he pulls the ring from Blaine's right finger. "That one doesn't look right either."

"I liked that one," Blaine says quietly.

"I didn't," Kurt says as he turns his attention back to the tray. "How about this one?"

"That is vile. Don't even think about putting that on my hand because I am telling you, no."

"Suit yourself," Kurt shrugs, though there is a playfulness behind his words.

"I like that one," Blaine says, pointing to a thick platinum band with five rows of small diamonds around it, sparkling under the lights of the display.

"So do I," Kurt agrees, "but have you seen the price?"

"Eight thousand," Blaine says as he looks down the list. "That's cheaper than your engagement ring."

"Yes, but there's two."

"Try it on," Blaine urges. "These are our wedding rings, Kurt. I don't give a damn how much they cost, they're going to be on our hands for a lifetime. They have to be perfect for us."

Kurt slips the ring on and stares down at his right hand, blinking back tears. It is too big for his slender finger, but it still looks completely perfect and he swallows thickly before handing it to Blaine to try.

"Well, I think we've found the one," Blaine says, voice hoarse with emotion as he admires his fingers with Kurt.

"I think so too," Kurt whispers, hooking his chin over Blaine's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Blaine and Kurt Anderson-Hummel. Husbands," he says, kissing just above the collar of his shirt.

"Hummel-Anderson," Blaine corrects.

"That's the one," Kurt laughs.

"All set?" the assistant asks politely.

"I think so," Blaine tells her. "Can I ask, would it be very inappropriate of me to kiss my man right here, right now?"

"Probably," she grins. "But insanely cute. Hand me your phone."

Blaine does as he's told, waiting until she holds it up with the camera ready. "Go for it," she says, and Blaine does, turning to cradle Kurt's face with one hand, the other resting on his hip as he brings his lips to Kurt's who sighs happily into the kiss, hands coming up to fist the front of Blaine's shirt lightly.

"You two are adorable," the assistant says as they pull apart to rest their foreheads together. "When's the wedding?"

"May thirty first, next year," Kurt says, still breathless from the kiss as he finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from Blaine. "It can't come quick enough."

"And so then they measured us," Kurt is telling Rachel excitedly over cocktails that evening. "And they said it's going to be three months to have them made, but Blaine wants to get them engraved on the inside so it might take a little longer."

"What are you getting engraved on yours, Hummel?" Santana asks. "Top? Bottom? or just child bride?"

"None of those, thank you," Blaine says with a glare. "And I'm not telling. It'll be my surprise for Kurt."

"In that case I want to choose the engraving for yours," Kurt tells him.

"Fine by me," Blaine answers with a shrug.

"Sounds like you had a full on day," Finn notes as he drinks from his beer.

"We did. After ring shopping Blaine took me to Saks. Oh my goodness...we had so much fun."

"My credit card didn't," Blaine laughs.

"Then we had lunch, visited Times Square, walked along Broadway and..."

"Went to the museum," Blaine rushes in hastily, shooting a warning look to Kurt.

"Of sex," he finishes as Blaine's head thumps onto the table.

"Woah!" Puck cheers. "I didn't know there was one!"

"Well there is," Kurt says. "And though it was quite interesting, it wasn't nearly as..."

"Arousing?" Finn offers.

"Yes. It wasn't arousing at all. Very clinical."

"I'm sure Blaine can rectify that for you," Santana laughs, ruffling his hair as he blushes and stares at the floor.

"Hey Rach, you wanna visit?" Finn asks with a grin.

"No I do not," she says primly as she tugs on her cardigan. "Thank you."

Blaine and Kurt say their goodnights early, and Blaine surprises Kurt by suggesting they walk back to the hotel since it's only a few blocks. "So...I had fun today," he says as he laces his fingers with Kurt's. "Like, a whole lot of fun."

"Me too," Kurt agrees. "I wasn't expecting to come here and choose wedding rings. Mind you...I wasn't expecting to visit a sex museum either. Times Square pales in comparison."

Blaine laughs softly. "Yeah, it was...interesting. We can say we've been, at least. Some of those ancient dildos looked more like instruments of torture."

"They probably were. The shop was good though- even if you did spend a ridiculous amount of money."

"I wasn't too bad. Better than you were in Saks, anyway," Blaine says as he pokes his tongue out. "And it's all stuff we need..or will use, anyhow."

"You do not need penis pasta or a rainbow dildo," Kurt laughs as he gives him a playful shove. "But I'm looking forward to trying those beads sometime. And I have a feeling the waterproof vibrator will become my best friend when you have to go away."

"See? Stuff we need," Blaine smiles before stopping Kurt in the street to kiss him, his fingers sliding through his soft hair as Kurt moans against his tongue. "But I need you most of all."

Not entirely sure what Blaine is insinuating, and not wanting to push him too far, Kurt just smiles softly and takes his hand once more. They stay silent until they're back in their room, where Blaine flips a small side lamp on before taking Kurt's jacket for him, hanging it carefully in the closet then moving to stand in front of him.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asks uncertainly. "It's just you look so beautiful like this and I..."

"You never have to ask," Kurt reassures as his hand comes to rest at the base of Blaine's neck. "Whatever it is you're worrying about, let it go."

"I'm worried I won't be able to finish the job," he laughs, embarrassed.

"There's no job to finish," Kurt tells him as he lets his tongue slide out to trace around the shell of Blaine's ear. "Since nothing has been started. Now kiss me."

Blaine loses himself in the kiss, allowing his senses to become overwhelmed with all things Kurt, revelling in the feel of his hands running over his back, moving to the waistband of his pants and untucking his shirt. His mouth opens wider under Kurt's touch, yielding to his tongue and groaning in his throat as he feels himself getting hard. He walks them back toward the bed, falling onto the mattress and tugging Kurt down on top of him, mind, body and soul connecting with this young man as Kurt hastily unbuttons his shirt and spreads it wide, moving his mouth in a trail down Blaine's neck and chest to suck one nipple into his mouth lightly, making Blaine arch his back and cry out. He moves to lick across the other nipple as his nimble fingers make quick work of Blaine's belt and fly, reaching inside to rub over his erection, just about contained in his briefs.

Whimpering softly as their lips find each other once more, Blaine fumbles for the buttons on Kurt's vest and pulls it from his shoulders impatiently. Grinding down, Kurt pulls his own shirt over his head, buttons seeming to take too long as his cock strains within the confines of his pants. For a split second he hesitates, wondering if he should ask Blaine if he's okay but fearful it will jolt him back to reality. But then Blaine's leg comes up, wrapping around his waist and drawing him close and all coherent thought is forgotten as Blaine sucks a hickey below his jaw and they grind roughly against one another.

Shucking out of his pants and boxer briefs, Kurt slides down the bed, pulling Blaine's pants and underwear off too before trailing hot open mouthed kisses along the inside of his thighs. Dropping a kiss to the tip of Blaine's cock- hard and dripping already- he smiles his thanks to Blaine as he reaches to the nightstand and grabs the bottle of lube, pressing it insistently into Kurt's hand.

Blaine spreads his legs wide, moaning his pleasure as a slick finger traces a line from his cock to his entrance, circling and teasing as Blaine bucks his hips, his noises becoming louder and more desperate. Kurt leans down to take him in his mouth, but Blaine places one hand on his shoulder and shakes his head, signalling with his eyes that he needs kisses. So Kurt lies alongside him, slowly fingering him open while their mouths and tongues move together and Kurt ruts helplessly against Blaine's thigh until he's taking three fingers with ease when he moves to kneel between his legs.

They both groan happily when Kurt pushes inside, his eyes falling shut with pleasure as he stills, buried deep. Blaine keeps his eyes open, watching his face with endless fascination as Kurt grips the backs of his knees and starts to move, biting hard on his lip to keep from yelling and spoiling the moment. He builds to a steady rhythm, at which point he opens his eyes and smiles down at Blaine, who arches up for a kiss which is sloppy yet perfect as Kurt falls onto his elbows and drives deeper. He knows the moment he's grazed over Blaine's prostate because his head thumps back onto the pillow as one hand grabs at Kurt's ass and he brings the other one to his cock, aching and now desperate for release. Stroking slowly, he waits, bides his time until he can feel Kurt picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming erratic and then both let go, coming silently as Kurt buries his face in the sweaty crook of Blaine's neck and inhales sharply. They stay that way for the longest time, Kurt's hips rocking gently as their breathing slowly calms and eventually Kurt rolls away, grabbing a handful of tissues and wiping tiredly at Blaine's stomach. They still don't speak as Kurt holds his arm out for Blaine to nuzzle close, rubbing their noses together as they smile, brilliant, bright and dazzling before Kurt kisses him tenderly and flips out the light.

Both sleep soundly.