"Oh my god that's good," Blaine cries happily. "Ooh. Yes. Ahhhh."
"Okay, you're gonna have to stop with the sex noises otherwise I'm gonna end up going down on you right now, and I'm pretty sure that when we hired this car I read something about no lewd conduct. Plus you'd crash and that would be all kinds of awkward," Kurt says, pulling his sunglasses down and gazing out the window at the disappearing New York skyline.
"Sorry," Blaine laughs. "It just feels so good, you know? I mean, it's actually a whole lot easier there for me now- thanks to you- but I still feel an enormous sense of relief when I leave...plus vacation too..."
"Yeah I'm pretty psyched about that," Kurt says happily. "I've never been to Virginia Beach."
"Neither have I. But I'm guessing it has a beach."
"And virgins?"
Blaine turns to look at him over the top of his sunglasses. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't even ask that," he says, trying to suppress a snort.
Their drive goes quickly, stopping in Delaware for lunch before continuing on down and reaching the ocean in the middle of the afternoon. They check into the Hilton and Blaine laughs loudly when Kurt screws his nose up at the room.
"The Four Seasons was nicer."
"But this is perfectly fine," Blaine tells him. "It has all we need, bed, bath, shower and balcony."
"You're thinking sex, aren't you?"
"I am," Blaine confirms as he scoops Kurt into his arms. "And I think we should start with the bed."
"So what have you two been up to then?" Wes asks two days later when he and Kathy arrive at the hotel.
"Uh..." Blaine starts, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"We did go to the beach yesterday," Kurt says. "For a couple of hours."
"Yes!" Blaine seizes on this. "And we actually ate in the restaurant last night too."
"Can I see your room?" Kathy asks Kurt sweetly. "You guys got lucky landing a corner room, you got a double balcony."
It's all too much for Kurt who laughs uncontrollably as Blaine shifts once again and winces.
"You haven't emerged from that room, have you?" Wes asks as he rolls his eyes. "Honestly. Kathy honey, trust me. You do not want to see in their room."
"Oh I do," she says, now a whole lot more interested.
"Uh...I have to tidy first," Kurt says, "but you can later. I'm so glad you guys are here," he reaches across to squeeze her hand.
"So am I, or one of you would end up dead. I fear for you both on honeymoon," Wes says as he sets his drink down. "So. Are you planning on being a little more sociable now? Like...maybe coming to Busch Gardens with us tomorrow?"
"Yes, definitely," Kurt grins. "Provided Blaine can sit for the drive."
Their vacation together is filled with laughter and long, lazy days spent by the beach or exploring the city. Kathy and Kurt have so many similarities it's almost spooky, and Wes and Blaine spend half a day reconnecting on the golf course while their respective partners shop, shop and shop some more.
"Don't you ever tire of it?" Blaine asks that evening from where he sits on the bed, watching Kurt as he dresses for dinner.
"Are you kidding?" he turns away from the mirror to raise one eyebrow at Blaine before turning back, righting his new shirt and admiring his profile. "Anyway, I only got this shirt for me. The rest was for Kathy."
"You bought shoes, Kurt. Don't even try and hide it,"
"Oh yes," he says as if suddenly remembering- and not caring that Blaine can see right through it. "I bought shoes."
"And shorts."
"Actually, the shorts are for you. This pair is, anyway, and a shirt," he says, handing Blaine a bag with a pair of smart mustard shorts and navy shirt. "These two are for me."
"You're funny," Blaine laughs, standing to try the clothes on.
"Funny haha, or funny strange?"
"Both."
"You're lucky you look damn good in that outfit otherwise I'd be tearing it off you and holding you down," Kurt says, eyes darkening as he approaches.
"No I don't," he says quickly. "I don't look good. I look terrible. Really bad."
"Ha! Nice try. But no. Tonight is the night and we don't want to be late for dinner."
"Kathy you look wonderful," Blaine says as they start to walk to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
"Well your fiancé helped me out," Kathy says shyly. Her pale blue sundress sets of the light golden tone to her skin perfectly and she looks positively radiant as she grins at Blaine.
"Wes, I'm gonna escort your good lady to dinner if you don't mind," he says, offering her his arm.
"That means I get Kurt then," Wes says, grabbing Kurt's arm and linking it through his, giving him no say in the matter.
"Oh."
"You love it, Hummel."
"You okay?" Kurt asks, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper as Blaine and Kathy stroll ahead.
"No. I think I might throw up any second," Wes answers honestly. "How did you do this Kurt? At your age? I admire you more than ever."
"You admire me?" Kurt asks in surprise.
"Of course I do. You're remarkable. I couldn't have wished for anyone better for my best friend, because you love him so completely."
"Aw, thanks Wes," he smiles, dropping his head onto his shoulder briefly. "And you'll be fine, trust me."
"She might say no. We don't even live together...what if it's all too much?"
"It won't be. You've been together a year and you're perfect for one another. Plus Blaine and I adore her, and we're gay so therefore have excellent judgement skills when it comes to the opposite sex."
"You do," Wes laughs, "But Blaine is beyond hopeless. Okay, okay. I can do this," he says with a firm nod as the restaurant comes into sight. "I can...oh god I'm gonna puke."
"No you're not. Blaine puked on me the other day and I'm not standing for it again," he smiles and kisses Wes' cheek. "Just stick to the plan you worked out with Blaine and it'll all be fine."
Wes barely speaks through dinner, prompting Blaine to give him a sharp kick under the table when Kathy asks him if he's sick. He manages very little of his food, but gets halfway through a large glass of wine before Blaine takes it from him with a pointed look. Kurt does his best to keep an animated conversation going, but there are great awkward gaps where no one seems to know what to say. Blaine is insistent on settling the bill much to Wes' chagrin, but he silences him with another look which has him staring meekly at his shoes.
"Well thank you for dinner, you guys," Kathy says as they step outside. "Let us take you out tomorrow."
"Sure," Blaine smiles, then he calls to her as she turns back in the direction of the hotel. "Hey, why don't we all walk along the beach for a while? The sun is setting and it's so pretty."
"It is," she agrees, "you two go for it but we'll head back. Wes really isn't looking too good..."
"I can go for a walk," he says weakly.
"No it's okay honey," she says kindly then turns to Kurt and Blaine. "We'll see you at breakfast."
"No come on," Kurt tries, stepping between them both and linking his arms through theirs. "A sunset stroll sounds wonderful. It'll make Wes feel better I'm sure."
He gives her no choice but forcibly walks them toward the sand, taking Blaine's hand in his once they've all kicked their shoes off and picking up the pace so they leave Wes and Kathy behind.
"Is he gonna do it now?" Kurt asks, keeping his voice low even though they're ahead.
"That's the idea," Blaine murmurs back. "Just don't turn around yet."
"I really want to though."
"Me too. Okay...on my count. But just a quick glance, okay? Nothing more."
"Okay."
"One...two...three." They quickly look over their shoulders, catching a glimpse of Wes, silhouetted by the setting sun, down on one knee and holding Kathy's hand. They turn back to one another quickly, Kurt wrapping his arm around Blaine's shoulder as they try and keep their squeal of joy at an acceptable level.
"Ahhhh," Kurt says. "Oh my god!"
"I know! I'm crying."
"You always cry. But I'm crying too. Awww!"
"I don't know why this makes me completely overwhelmed with love for you, but it does," Blaine sniffs.
"Cause it's our wedding soon, Blaine. Our wedding!"
"Kiss me."
Kurt surges forward as Blaine's hand moves to his face and they kiss deeply, Kurt wrapping Blaine tight in his embrace and moaning as their tongues meet. A sudden and very loud "SHE SAID YES!" from Wes has them pulling apart and running toward the happy couple, sweeping them into their arms as tears of happiness are shed by all. They walk back to the hotel, laughing and chatting animatedly- with weddings their sole topic of conversation until the early hours.
The rest of their summer remains just as happy. Blaine has no orchestra commitments meaning they have five uninterrupted days together before flying to LA for a week with the family which as always, goes too quickly. When they return, Kurt enters into his final year at college. The pace is almost frantic with everyone desperate to prove their worth ready for when they're thrust out into the real world in just a few short months. Blaine turns in another successful advertising campaign while also rehearsing and recording with the orchestra, moving right on to working towards their holiday concert and their upcoming Austrian tour.
Before they know it, Blaine's thirty sixth birthday comes and goes followed by Kurt's twenty first. Blaine goes to town, with twenty one gifts for the birthday boy ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous, a sumptuous meal out with both families including Cooper, Claire and the twins, followed by an enormous party in a nightclub. Kurt would like to say he remembered every detail, but frankly the entire party is a blur. The hangover that followed was not, nor was the very vocal displeasure voiced by Blaine at getting vomited on again. But as with all their tiffs, they soon move past it, more focused on the holiday season now fast approaching than staying angry at one another.
"So I met someone today," Blaine says one afternoon in early December. He has just arrived home, cheeks and nose red from the cold and he kisses into Kurt's neck as he stands making dinner, laughing at the way in which Kurt shudders.
"That's a nice way to greet your fiancé," Kurt smiles as he turns to peck his lips. "I hope he was hot...and worth it."
"It was a woman."
"Really? Wow. I knew you were up for trying a lot of things Blaine but I never in a million years thought..."
"Behave," he laughs as he swipes a carrot from the chopping board. "She's studying music at TUC, and she used to live in Lima."
"Small world," Kurt smiles.
"I was telling her about you...quite proudly."
"And rightly so."
"And she told me she used to go to elementary school with a Kurt. She seems to think she might know you, and I agree. Her name is Lacy."
"What? Lacy McKenzie? As in Lacy who I wanted to marry in Kindergarten, Lacy?"
"Yeah," Blaine laughs. "She wondered if you'd like to meet up sometime."
"Oh my god I'd love to! I haven't seen her in years. She left when we went to middle school, her parents moved away."
"Yes, they moved here."
"That's so funny!"
"Well I'm seeing her again tomorrow, she's coming in to observe a few rehearsals. Do you want me to give her your number?"
"Giving your fiancé's number to women? Very forward," Kurt winks as he hands him a beer. "But yes, please do."
Lacy and Kurt meet for coffee and pick up almost right where they left off. Coffee stretches into lunch as they tell one another all the news of the last ten plus years, and Kurt of course details everything about him and Blaine while Lacy tells him she hasn't met anyone special yet but she's working on it.
"Oh, you should come to our party next week then!" Kurt says excitedly. "Well, I say party, but it's more of a gathering. It's kind of become a tradition of ours for all our old Lima friends to come visit over the holidays, ever since Blaine proposed. But we're away this year so we're having it early instead. You'd be very welcome."
"I don't know," she smiles, tucking her long dark hair behind her ears. "If it's all your closest friends..."
"Nonsense. Please come. They're not all Lima expats. Joe's coming," Kurt smiles, hoping they will hit it off right away. "He's my best friend here. And a few others from college. Please?"
"I never could say no to those eyes," she laughs. "Okay. I'll come."
"She looks like Rachel," Sebastian remarks as he observes Lacy talking with her double. "Only not as Jewish."
"She does not look like Rachel," Kurt says. "Just cause she has dark hair and dark eyes."
"And she's about two feet tall," Jeff chips in.
"She's hot."
"Thank you Joe!" Kurt says, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "Come on. It's time for me to introduce you two."
Blaine finds Kurt in the kitchen later that evening, sipping at a glass of red wine as he surveys the scene before him. Wes, Sebastian, Santana, Lacy and Joe are all playing cards while Rachel, Kathy Nick and Finn dance. Across the other side of the room Mercedes, Sam, Jeff and Artie are having a very animated discussion about something and Kurt's college friends are in their usual corner.
"It won't work, you know," Blaine says, wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind and kissing his neck.
"What won't?"
"Your little matchmaking scheme. I really don't think Joe is interested in any kind of relationship, and you know Lacy wants that."
"He might change his mind," he shrugs. "I don't suppose you were looking to fall in love with a fifteen year old, but it happened."
"Touché," Blaine laughs. "And boy did it. Do you remember the flowers I sent you on your sixteenth birthday?"
"You might want to ask Carole."
"Why?"
"I gave them to her. I was angry," Kurt rushes on, feeling bad. "We'd had that incident in the club and I..."
"That's okay," Blaine shrugs. "It was five years ago. I'd say all that's happened since has more than made up for it." He turns him around then and takes the glass from Kurt's hand, lacing their fingers together and kissing him gently.
"You are delicious," Kurt grins.
"Are you drunk?"
"No! That's my first glass. I just happen to think you're delicious."
"All of me?"
"Every part," Kurt grins wickedly. "I like to taste you."
"Stop it," Blaine warns.
"I like opening you up with my tongue," Kurt whispers into his ear, making sure their groins brush together lightly as he leans in. "I love it when you're gripping the headboard and begging for more."
Blaine whimpers, fingers digging into Kurt's hips as he tugs him closer. "Kuuurt," he whines, "don't do this...not now."
"And then I push inside," Kurt carries on regardless, "and take you, claim you, make you mine over and over until we both come together."
"That's it," Blaine says decisively, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hall to their bedroom. "Party's over for us."
"Oh no Blaine. The party is just beginning."
Kurt emerges the next morning, leaving a still sleeping Blaine resting on his front and snoring lightly. He makes his way to the kitchen, surprised to find his apartment empty except for Lacy sitting alone at the kitchen table.
"Where is everyone?"
"They went for breakfast," she tells him as he fetches coffee for himself and Blaine.
"Didn't you want to go?"
"Uh...no. No. I um... I was still in bed," she says, a shy blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Oh," Kurt grins to himself, hiding his face in his mug.
"Good morning," Santana calls happily as she strides into the kitchen in her underwear, making Kurt wince. He opens his mouth to reprimand her but stops when he sees the gentle brush of her fingertips over Lacy's shoulder.
"Oh!" he cries, unable to help himself. "Oh! I didn't..."
"What?" Santana snaps, pushing him to one side so she can rummage in the fridge.
"Nothing!" Kurt says, trying to bring his voice back down to a more normal range. "Nothing at all. I just..."
"It's called being a lesbian, Hummel," Santana remarks dryly, one hand on her hip. "Have you never heard of it?"
"I... No. I mean yes!" he blushes. "Yes I have I just didn't know..." He trails off, gesturing uselessly between the two girls, who both look very amused. "I didn't...right. Well. Um...I'm just gonna..." Walking backwards towards his room, his eyes are still wide as he clutches the two coffees tightly. "I'll just be in here...with my coffee... You two just... Yeah. Help yourselves. To each other. Or food!" he cries, withering under Santana's glare. "Food. Help yourselves to food."
Diving in the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him, he shakes Blaine roughly awake. "Hey! Blaine! Get up!"
"What is it?" he asks in confusion, moving to sit up against the pillows and rubbing blearily at his eyes.
"Lacy stayed last night."
"Didn't everyone?"
"Yes...but she stayed with someone."
"Ah," he smiles, rubbing a hand over his stubble. "So it worked."
"With Santana."
"Oh!" A surprised laugh bubbles up from within Blaine, then he cocks his head and scrunches his nose in thought. "I suppose if I wanted to be all Freudian about it I could question why she's gone for someone who looks so much like Rachel."
"She does not look like Rachel!"
"She does. Anyway," he drains his coffee in record time, setting it back on the nightstand. "C'mere."
"That's it? That's all you've got to say?"
"Yes. Now come here," he says, patting his lap.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm horny."
"You're always horny," Kurt laughs, but he crawls across the bed willingly, resting his head into Blaine's lap, his mouth just inches from his semi hard cock.
"Your fault. You shouldn't be so alluring."
"I'll stop."
"You couldn't stop if you tried," Blaine grins down at him. "You only have to exist for me to want you."
"I wonder why she didn't say?" Kurt muses as Blaine huffs in frustration. "I mean, when we first met for coffee I told her all about you and she said she had yet to meet that special someone. She didn't add that it had to be a woman."
"Well maybe it doesn't have to be."
"She's bi?"
"I don't know, do I?" Blaine cries. "But I do know that you have a choice between sucking me off or me jerking off all over your face while you lie there moaning about lesbians."
Kurt roars with laughter, smacking his leg playfully before his fingers dip under his waistband. "Well if it's a choice...you know how I like to taste you..."
Christmas comes, and this year it finds Kurt and Blaine sitting around a table with the Hummel-Hudson's, all the Anderson's, Rachel's dad's and a newly engaged Finn and Rachel. She looks completely radiant, Finn looks proud and Kurt looks mutinous until she promises they won't be marrying for at least eighteen months.
A brief phone call from Santana lets them know that Lacy is in New York for the whole holiday, and Joe tries to call and wish them both a happy Christmas over the noise of his small sisters unwrapping presents. Wes and Kathy join them in the afternoon, and once the wine is open and the karaoke machine is on, the rest of the day flies by. As is their usual habit at large gatherings, Kurt and Blaine sneak upstairs, assuming no one has noticed when in reality everyone just rolls their eyes and carries on regardless.
"That was fun," Kurt smiles as Blaine flops onto the bed.
"That was exhausting," Blaine corrects, rolling onto his stomach and taking in the pictures on Kurt's old nightstand. "You look so young," he muses, smiling at the feel of Kurt draping himself over his back. "Did I know you then?"
"Nearly. That's Rachel and I on her sweet sixteen, you and I met a week after."
"No regrets?"
"Are you actually insane?" Kurt asks, pulling his collar down to nip at his neck. "No way! Why... Do you?"
"None at all," Blaine grins, wriggling until he can turn onto his back so Kurt can straddle him. "We've been together for four and a half years, and though the road hasn't always been smooth, this coming year will see us becoming husbands...no, no regrets at all."
"I love you, old man."
Blaine grins, one hand reaching up and pulling Kurt down to meet his lips. "You too gorgeous boy."