"Okay, I know your faces probably ache from smiling, but two more and I promise we will be done," Jonathan tells Kurt and Blaine as he arranges them into another position. "I'd really like one of you to pick the other one up- and I'll take one of each way around so there's no moaning from Blaine about being the girl," he jokes as he passes him Santana's flowers. "Go on Kurt, pick your husband up and try to make it look like he's light as a feather and hasn't really been eating chicken wings for the last hour."
They both laugh as Kurt scoops Blaine up, and Jonathan gets the perfect shot of the moment Kurt staggers backwards under his weight, making the picture amusing and informal rather than stiff and posed. They swap then, Blaine now holding the flowers between his teeth as Kurt holds Rachel's and throws his arms wide, laughing loudly in Blaine's embrace and again Jonathan grabs the perfect shot.
"Excellent. I'm done. Thank you both for your patience," he says as he hugs them. "You can go and join your party now...or you can use the time I'm in the men's room for a sneaky moment alone, because no one will know you're not still having your pictures done." He grins then laughs as he walks away, knowing full well which option the newlyweds will choose. He is correct, and they run away laughing until they can duck around the side of the house where Kurt is quick to pin Blaine against the wall.
"Husband," he smiles, his face just inches from Blaine's who smiles.
"Husband."
"You look so beautiful today." Kurt's voice is soft, almost reverent as he lets his thumb trail over Blaine's cheek.
"You too," Blaine whispers. "And crazy hot too, of course. I love you, husband of mine."
"Husband of mine," Kurt echoes. "I can see this is gonna run and run."
"It better do," Blaine smiles. "Now kiss me, you fool, before our absence from our own wedding reception is noticed."
They kiss slowly, not wanting to push it any further but rather just revel in this special and unexpected moment alone. Their arms hold each other tight, and eventually they break the kiss to hug, Blaine sinking happily into Kurt's shoulder as he always does.
"Huh. I was expecting to come back and find at least one of you semi naked," Jonathan jokes when he finds the pair embracing. "I feel almost disappointed."
They head across the yard to the marquee from which the noise of the guests can be heard. "Thank you so much for doing our pictures," Blaine tells him. "We wouldn't have wanted anyone else."
"It's been my pleasure," Jonathan says sincerely. "And don't even think about trying to pay me. Think of it as our wedding gift to you."
"Oh no, no. We couldn't," Kurt protests. "You did so much for me when I was in England, and Teresa did all the flower arranging and..."
"And I will not accept payment even if you stuff cash in my underwear," Jonathan laughs. "Just...maybe...have us visit sometime."
"Oh we will," Blaine promises. "Definitely."
The couple have opted for an extravagant buffet rather than the traditional sit down meal, giving them a chance to speak with all their guests and to thank them for making the trip. Kurt finds himself warmly embraced by Blaine's orchestra colleagues, and he is happy to see Molly and Jules are still going strong from New Years. Ken and his wife Gill are enthusiastic in their congratulations, with Gill gushing about how much she enjoyed the ceremony.
"I can't wait to tell Grace and Patrick all about it!"
Kurt bites his tongue to keep from saying what he really feels, but smiles politely instead. "So what are your plans for the rest of the summer?" he asks instead.
"Well we're taking a brief vacation while we're out this way," she smiles. "We're heading up to San Fran tomorrow for a few days. Then it's back to Chicago to prepare for the tour. Will you be joining Blaine this year? I'm thinking of picking it up along the East Coast for a few days if I can escape from work."
"I'm not sure, in all honesty," Kurt tells her. "I'd like to, but it depends on how my meeting with this agent goes, and if she can get me any work. It could well be that our two weeks of honeymoon is the only time Blaine and I get to spend together for quite a while. But I will definitely get to New York, whatever happens."
"Why New York?" Gill asks. "That's the one place I want to avoid if I can help it. New York in August is just a killer. It's so sticky and...ugh."
"I have my reasons," he smiles, "maybe have a rethink," he urges. "We can shop?"
"Ooh, tempting, Kurt. Very tempting!" Laughing, she pats his arm before they part, Kurt to be embraced yet again by an assortment of relatives who he hasn't seen in years. He can see Blaine in the opposite corner, talking with Finn and Puck and he smiles over one Aunt's shoulder at his new husband, who beams back and immediately makes his way toward him.
"I can't stay away from you," Blaine whispers happily as he slides his arms around Kurt's waist. "I don't want to stay away from you."
"Then don't," Kurt laughs softly, winding his fingers into the few loose curls at the back of Blaine's neck. "Stay by my side."
"Let's blow this off for a while," Blaine tries, nuzzling into Kurt's neck and breathing his scent.
"We can't. People would notice."
"So?"
"So...as tempting as it is, no. We can wait. Tonight we can make love for the whole night long if we so choose."
"I want that."
"So let's get the party started then, the quicker everyone gets drunk, the quicker everyone will stagger home."
"Okay," Blaine nods. "I uh... I have a little speech so..." His eyes dart around the room until he finds Wes, who seems to know immediately what Blaine is requesting as he says something quickly to Kathy who heads in one direction while he locates Sebastian. Turning, Kurt opens his mouth to say something to his new husband, but he has vanished to be replaced by Joe, grinning widely and taking Kurt's hand.
"Come with me."
"What? Why? What's going on?"
"Blaine has something he wants to do," Joe explains. "And my job is to guide you to your seat, which is here." He has pulled Kurt across the room to the small stage set up for the evenings musical performances, where a lone chair sits slightly left of center. Kurt sits nervously, the rest of the guests still milling about until the groomsmen gradually herd them into one big group on the dance floor and Blaine steps nervously up to the microphone.
"Hi," he starts, with a timid wave, "Uh...so... My husband and I..." he trails off, laughing shyly into the microphone at the huge cheer which erupts, grinning when he sees the look of pure joy on Kurt's face. "My husband and I would like to thank you all for coming today, to share in our special day with us. It was a lot to ask of you all, to travel so far and to go to so much effort, and we're really honored that so many of you did so. This isn't going to be a long speech- I have actually written letters of thanks to some people- I think Kurt can attest that I'm quite the letter writer- but I do want to thank all those who made today possible for us. My brother, Cooper, his wife Claire and their gorgeous children, Maddie and Taylor; thank you for letting us use your beautiful house and yard. Kathy, Teresa, Jonathan; thank you for all you've done. Our wonderful friends; Rachel, Finn, Santana, Joe, Sebastian, Nick and Jeff. You have been so supportive of us both as a couple and as individuals. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, so thank you, we love you all dearly. Wes... Ah, what to say? Dammit, I knew I'd cry at some point." Pausing, he wipes at his eyes briefly before continuing. "I've said this to you many times, but I want to say it publicly. I owe you my life. When I was at rock bottom you sacrificed your home, your career, your family and friends to save me. I love you so much, and I will be eternally grateful for your intervention, because you led me to Kurt, encouraged me to form a friendship before rushing into anything dumb, and picked me up again when it all nearly fell apart. Everyone should have a Wes in their lives, I'm just lucky I got the original. Thank you.
And lastly, our parents. Wow. We both got lucky there I guess. Burt and Carole, I know it wasn't easy when Kurt and I first started to date, but you tried your best to understand and to let us be together. Mom, dad, I know that when I first came out to you, all those years ago, I was petrified. But you were so wonderfully honest about it- admitting you didn't really understand but would accept and love me no matter what. In fact dad, I still remember your exact words 'son, you could run away to Paris and become a can-can dancer at the Moulin Rouge and I'd still be proud of you. You could tell me you were sexually attracted to sheep and while I wouldn't understand, I'd still love you because you're my boy.' Well...I'm not attracted to sheep, and my can-can isn't up to much either, but I can honestly say that you have both been wonderful throughout my life. Thank you to all four of you for everything you've given, and will no doubt continue to give to Kurt and I.
Which brings me to you, my gorgeous boy." Blaine stops a moment, turning to talk directly to Kurt who focuses solely on Blaine, blocking out the rest of the room entirely.
"Kurt, the first time I ever saw you, you were sitting in the Lima Bean with all your friends. Your eyes were the first thing I noticed, and I will forever have them etched into my soul. As soon as I spoke to you I knew there was this bond, this unbreakable connection that only soulmates can have, that would never be broken. Thank you, for letting me love you. For putting up with me, for encouraging me, for keeping me safe and for loving me as you do. The day we moved into our apartment, I started writing a song. I've been working on it ever since. You always ask what I've been doing. Most of the time I'm quite specific, but those times I've been a bit vague, it's because I've been working on this song. A song for Kurt, if you will. So...I'm gonna play it for you now, because I think the words say all I want to say."
He takes his place at the keyboard, joined by Puck on guitar and Finn on drums. Kurt looks out briefly at the sea of expectant faces before deciding it's all too much so he turns back to Blaine instead, who starts to play.
"Last night I fell asleep, and I saw you dancing in my dreams,
Just like the way the Autumn leaves fall for you.
All for you.
You changed my life, you changed my ways.
I don't even recognize myself these days.
It must be a reflection of you.
Only you.
I can't remember feeling love like this in so long.
I can't imagine living life without you by my side.
Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry.
It's so true, I'm all for you.
My arms could hold you tight, keep you warm in the coldest night.
My hand would pull your hair right back away from your eyes.
For you. Only you.
If I knew how to do it,
I'd paint the moon, the stars around you.
Paint the perfect sunset.
But I couldn't make it more beautiful than you.
Oh, nothing compares to you.
You know it's true.
I can't remember feeling love like this in so long.
I can't imagine living life without you by my side.
Day after day you find a way to make this grown man cry.
It's so true, I'm all for you.
Some might call it insanity.
Without a doubt for the rest of my life,
I'm going to be crazy.
Baby, crazy for you.
All for you.
I'm all for you."
At some point during the song, Kurt finds his feet taking him from his chair to sit with Blaine behind the keyboard, and when the song finishes his lips are on his before the last notes die away. "You wrote that for me," he says, pulling back, eyes shimmering with tears.
"All for you," Blaine says. "Three years in the making. I'm not sure Elton John takes three years to write one song."
"I'm not sure Elton is as talented as you anyway," Kurt laughs as he presses their foreheads together. "Blaine, it's beautiful. Thank you. I'm gonna need a recording of that."
"Already done," Blaine admits shyly, nodding towards where Sebastian and Joe are standing. "My A/V team are on it. Will you sing with me now?"
"I can't think of anything better."
They take to the stage together, singing 'See Beneath Your Beautiful,' and dancing their first dance together as husbands to a huge round of applause, before moving onto 'Don't go Breaking My Heart,' which still remains one of their favorite after dinner numbers to sing together. Kurt ushers Blaine from the stage then, leaving him standing in awe as he sings Wake Me Up Inside.
"Your husband, he sing so well!" Riccardo, the Symphony conductor cries happily to Blaine.
"I know," he beams. "This song...well this song will always be everything to me."
He rushes to help Kurt down from the stage when the song finishes, narrowly avoiding Rachel's elbows as she snatches the microphone from Kurt, who falls happily into Blaine's arms. "I love you so much," Blaine whispers into Kurt's neck as they hug tightly. "That song... Whenever you sing it it's perfection."
"Blaine..."
But Kurt doesn't get to finish; Rachel launching into song as people around them begin to dance and the moment is forgotten for now. The party gets well under way, the New Directions alum along with Will Schuester happily providing the entertainment with Kurt joining them for a few numbers. Burt and Mike's rendition of 'Timeless to me,' from Hairspray has the crowd laughing and cheering for more while the grooms hold their heads in their hands and try to pretend they don't know their parents.
"So do you think it's socially acceptable to leave now?" Kurt asks, looking at his watch.
"Not yet," Wes interrupts on his way past, hurrying to the stage where Sebastian stands at the microphone.
"Okay Blaine, get up here," he calls. "You haven't grown since you were four years old, so this should still fit," he smiles as he holds out his old Dalton blazer. "We thought it would be the perfect time for one final performance, I'm sure you can still remember the choreography."
Kurt claps and cheers for his husband and his friends as they make their way through a slick Warblers performance with barely any mistakes. "I think we should be quite grateful we never came up against them," Rachel says from his side, staring dumbstruck as Jeff launches into a backflip.
"Definitely," Kurt laughs. "I knew they were good, but to still be this good, twenty years on? Yeah."
"They probably gather for secret practises," Santana remarks dryly. "I don't think I've ever seen anything as gay as this."
"I wanna join," Joe moans.
"You would," Kurt laughs. "Come on. We may as well act like complete fan girls and dance while they sing."
Blaine returns to his side after, breathless, exhilarated, and more than a little proud of his performance. "I think we can leave now," he tells Kurt, but Riccardo approaches and the moment is lost once more.
"Blaine! I have a proposal!" he cries exuberantly in his thick Italian accent. "Kurt too! Your song Blaine. I like. I like a lot. I want you to try it a little different. I want you to record it on piano with orchestral back up. I think we could use it on our next album."
"Me? What? But...why?" Blaine stutters, unable to believe the words he is hearing.
"Because I like you Blaine," he laughs. "We all do. You too, Kurt. That song you sang was magnifico, exquisite! Will you record too?"
"Uh...I don't know," a suddenly shy Kurt mutters as he tries to hide in Blaine's side. "The orchestra is Blaine's thing, I don't want to..."
"We always have guest vocalists for albums," he smiles. "And this time I want it a bit more contemporary. Please tell me you will think about it?"
"Okay, I'll think about it."
"Do it," Blaine urges. "It'll be fun."
"I...yeah, okay," he laughs. "I'll do it."
"Excellent!" Riccardo booms. "Keep practising. We record in September." Clapping them both on the back he returns to his table while Kurt and Blaine stare at each other in disbelief.
"All my life I've wanted this opportunity," Blaine grins, "and now I get to share it with you."
"You're not mad? I didn't want to steal your thunder."
"Are you kidding me? No way am I mad," Blaine laughs. "I'm over the moon. Though if we don't get to be alone soon I will combust with rage," he smiles. "Come on. Let's make our excuses and leave."
It is another hour until the goodbyes are complete, and Lacy and Kathy have caught Santana's and Rachel's bouquets- though Kurt notices Rachel slyly retrieving hers from the table when she thinks no one is looking. Still, eventually they close the door to the pool house where Blaine sags against it in relief.
"What a day," he sighs. "Was it all you hoped?"
"And more," Kurt smiles, turning his back as he starts to unfasten his jacket. "Hey!" he turns at the feeling of something on his shoulder to see Blaine diligently going over him with a lint roller. "You're lint rollering my jacket," he laughs. "I thought you said there wasn't a hope in hell."
"Like you said, we can spend all night making love if we so choose," Blaine says, his voice already becoming low and his eyes turning dark. "You went to so much trouble with these outfits, they need to be looked after, as do you."
"Kiss me," Kurt demands, turning in his arms to face him. "Kiss me as if it was our first time all over again."
"As I recall our first kiss was nothing more than..." Blaine trails off, grazing his lips gently over Kurt's. "That. And then I asked you to come home with me."
"Why does that one little kiss feel deeper and more profound than ever before?" Kurt whispers, eyes wide and searching into Blaine's soul. "Why am I in deeper than I ever thought possible? I couldn't quit you if I tried, Blaine. You make me whole."
"This is it," Blaine smiles. "I should have told you this before maybe, but I don't believe in divorce. I'm in this marriage for the rest of my days."
"I guess that makes two of us then."
"We get to have old people sex together."
"You get to have that a long way before I do," Kurt teases gently. "But it will be perfectly wonderful because it's us. Together."
"Kurt, I don't know why but my heart is pounding in my chest and my throat is dry, my whole body is fraught with nerves."
"Same." Kurt's laugh is breathy, nervous as his arms wrap around Blaine's neck and he steps closer. "It's just us, and yet I'm standing here, still fully dressed and absolutely petrified, wondering who is going to top for our first time as husbands."
"We didn't discuss this," a stricken Blaine says. "Why didn't we discuss this?"
"Because we never normally do, I guess. We just always see what happens."
"What do you want to do? Just tell me and I'll do it."
"I don't know," Kurt admits. "I like to top, you know that. But I also love feeling you inside me. I...ah...I just love you. In any way, shape or form."
"Why are we getting so worked up over this?" Blaine asks, a small, amused smile playing on his face.
"I don't know. We're fools."
"We are."
"We should just...kiss. See where that takes us."
"Yes. Kissing is good. I like kissing."
"I do too," Kurt smiles. "So we should..."
"Yeah."
"Kiss."
The spark ignites as soon as their lips connect, Blaine sliding his fingers into Kurt's hair as he fists the front of Blaine's shirt before deciding to work on the buttons instead. Their mouths open wider and their tongues meet, teeth nipping lightly at lips as soft whimpers turn into all out moans and Kurt pushes Blaine's shirt to the floor. He smacks Blaine's hands away from his own shirt, making him chuckle darkly and move his lips to his neck and hands to his pants instead so before long Kurt is down to his briefs with a line of darkening hickeys trailing from under his ear down to just above his right nipple. Chest heaving with desire, he kisses Blaine fiercely once more before swiftly pushing his pants to the floor and backing him toward the bed where he falls down on top of him.
Stroking back the curls that have sprung free to fall onto his forehead, Kurt's eyes shine as he offers a dazzling smile. "I love you, Mr. Anderson-Hummel."
"What?!" Blaine cries with a laugh of disbelief.
"Relax, I'm only messing with you," Kurt laughs as he kisses his cheek. "Blaine Hummel-Anderson," he says, his voice dropping deep and low making Blaine shudder deliciously. "Kurt Hummel-Anderson," he continues, nosing along Blaine's jaw and running his tongue out to taste the saltiness of his skin. "Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson."
"Who's that?"
"Our future baby," Kurt says with a shrug, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.
"That far off distant twinkling of light has a name already?" Blaine laughs.
"Well...you don't have to..."
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Be quiet and make love with your husband," he says, reaching up to pull him into another kiss. It falls naturally that Blaine soon finds himself spooned in front of Kurt, open and ready, groaning low in his throat as Kurt lines up behind him and pushes inside, clutching Blaine tight around the waist as he kisses his shoulder tenderly.
"My husband," he says, voice barely above a whisper as they still for a moment and let it wash over them.
Reaching back, Blaine pulls Kurt into a kiss as best he can, keeping his arm around his neck as Kurt begins to drive deep inside, his breath coming in short ragged gasps directly in Blaine's ear, which only serves to arouse him more and more.
"Kurt...oh yes, Kurt... Come on..."
Kurt's thrusts are relentless, deep, hard and long, but stopping abruptly when Blaine reaches for his own cock. "Switch with me," he pants.
"What? You...what?"
"We've got all night," he explains as he withdraws and rolls Blaine onto his back. "So finger me open then take me, come inside me."
"Oh my fucking..." a shocked Blaine starts as Kurt presses the bottle of lube into his hand. "How can anyone say no to that?" He bites lightly at Kurt's ass as he pulls him back onto all fours, trailing a slick finger along his crack before pushing inside. By the time Kurt is taking three fingers with ease, Blaine is becoming desperate for something, anything. Kurt senses this, stilling Blaine's hand and kneeling to face him.
"Here," he whispers brokenly, reaching around and pushing his fingers into Blaine's still stretched hole, who yelps and clutches him tightly. Their cocks rub together as they finger one another simultaneously, groaning in pleasure as their bodies, slick with sweat press flush against each other. "Take me," Kurt moans into Blaine's mouth, as their tongues run together once more.
Moving back to sit against the headboard, Blaine encourages Kurt to straddle him, which he does eagerly, lacing his fingers around the back of Blaine's damp curls as he slides down onto his slick cock.
Pressing his forehead into Kurt's shoulder, Blaine pauses a moment, hands resting lightly on his hips. "I love you so much, Kurt. So...damn...much."
Kurt reaches for Blaine's left hand with his own, taking it and holding it to his chest, their matching wedding rings glinting slightly in the soft glow of the lamplight as Blaine looks up at him with wide, searching eyes. "Always," Kurt murmurs, kissing his soft, pliant lips before slowly beginning to ride him. "Husbands, always."
They stay that way for the longest time; hands pressed between their chests and eyes trained on each other as Blaine's arm encircles Kurt's waist and they rock together slowly. They take their time, never rushing, just revelling in every second of togetherness as they share sweet, loving kisses before Kurt bows his head onto Blaine's shoulder. "I can't hold on any longer," he whispers.
"Then let go," Blaine murmurs, pushing his nose into his damp hair. "I've got you."
Kurt stutters in Blaine's lap, panting against his shoulder as he spills between them, the friction from his cock rubbing against Blaine's stomach enough to tip him over the edge. Crying out softly, he falls limply against Blaine who thrusts upward twice more before coming deep inside Kurt's still clenching hole.
"Oh my..."
"Yeah," Kurt sighs blissfully, reaching across for tissues to clean them both.
The usual sleep which takes them almost immediately, doesn't. They lie wrapped in one another's embrace, smiling, sharing kisses and talking over the day. At some point, Kurt's hands start to wander, his touch becomes firm and more insistent as Blaine responds eagerly, granting him access and wrapping his legs around his waist to draw him closer, closer still. They doze after, still sex sticky and sweaty as an exhausted Kurt drops onto Blaine's chest and stays there until he wakes in the early hours of the dawn to find himself on his back with Blaine's mouth around his cock.
"This okay?" he asks when he notices Kurt looking down at him.
"Yeah, yeah," Kurt smiles, his voice rasping and heavy with sleep. "I mean, I'm not sure there's gonna be much of me to taste but..."
"I can't get enough of you," Blaine says honestly, kissing the tip of his cock lightly. "This is like a new awakening for me. Like I'm suddenly seeing you for the first time all over again and I'm so hungry for you, so desperate to be with you, to touch, to taste..."
"Get up here and kiss me," Kurt demands, claiming his mouth in a fiercely passionate kiss that leaves them both panting for breath. "I could make a really bad pun right now about how you wake me up inside...but you do. You really do, Blaine. You stir me to the depths of my soul, emitting thoughts and feelings in me that I never knew I could have, and that I never knew I wanted or needed until I found you. I love you, my old man, my boyfriend, my fiancé, my one true love and now my husband."
Blaine drizzles lube over them both, drawing Kurt near; grinding against him and making them both cry out. "My soulmate," he whispers in Kurt's ear, who hums his agreement.
"Always."