"I have your breakfast!" Cooper calls loudly outside the door.

"Don't come in!" Kurt's slightly alarmed voice calls back. "We're both naked."

"It was your wedding night," Cooper laughs. "I'd be worried if you weren't! I'll leave it outside. We need to head to the airport in an hour."

"What did you tell him that for?" Blaine asks as he stretches on the bed.

"I don't know. I couldn't think of an excuse quick enough, I've only had two hours sleep."

"He'll tell everyone," Blaine grumbles as he pulls on his briefs and rushes outside to collect the tray.

"I know, but like he said, it was our wedding night. They'll all know what we've been doing anyway."

"You haven't been online, have you?" Blaine checks as he picks up his coffee.

"No!" Kurt laughs. "But it's generally expected that couples have sex on their wedding night."

"Not four times in less than twelve hours."

"True."

"I think I might be broken."

"Then you need a vacation to revive you," Kurt smiles, leaning in to kiss at his lips.

"It's a hut! It's still a hut!" Kurt shouts as he bounces happily along the walkway holding tight to Blaine's hand.

"Of course it is," he laughs indulgently. "You told me you wanted to come back here on honeymoon and you wouldn't let me book a nicer place- even though we could have afforded it."

"I didn't want to go anywhere else," Kurt explains. "Hawaii means a lot to me, but it's this place specifically." Snatching the key card from Blaine he bends to pick him up, laughing when Blaine does the same. "Hey!"

"I want to carry my husband over the threshold," Blaine explains.

"And I want to carry my husband."

"Well one of us can do it here, one of us can do it at home."

"Okay," Kurt grins, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and laughing when he scoops him into his arms.

"Jeez. How many cupcakes did you eat yesterday?" Blaine grunts.

Kurt laughs, swatting at his chest, "Blaine!"

"Well here's to a very happy honeymoon, Mr. Hummel-Anderson."

"Why thank you, Mr. Hummel-Anderson," and Kurt can't help but giggle and kick his feet in Blaine's arms as Blaine takes the key card and flinging the door open, carries him inside."It's even better than I remember!" he cries happily, jumping from Blaine's embrace and darting between the bathroom and the bedroom before flinging open the sliding doors. "Ah! Hut, beach. Beach, hut."

"Your exuberance is exhausting," Blaine laughs as he falls onto the bed. "And very endearing."

"Beach..." Kurt starts, standing outside and facing the ocean. "Hut," he steps inside, "husband." In one swift jump he is on the bed, straddling Blaine who quickly pulls him down into a kiss.

"How am I exhausted to the depths of my bones, yet incredibly horny?" he marvels.

"Because this honeymoon is gonna be filthy," Kurt grins wickedly. "We could well end up apart for the remainder of the summer so I intend to have my fill before real life gets in the way once more."

"Ugh. Real life. Do we have to?" Blaine groans.

"Not for two whole weeks we don't, no." Kurt teases along the collar of Blaine's shirt with his fingers before coming to rest at the buttons. "For the next fourteen days and nights, you and I belong to each other. No work, no phones, no emails, no interruptions. Just...time together."

"I like the sound of that," Blaine smiles happily, pulling Kurt down into a long lazy kiss. "Where do we start?"

"Right here, right now."

They spend so long making love that the sun is almost completely over the horizon when they step out onto the beach together, though the evening is balmy and they only need shorts. They sit on the sand, watching the remainder of the sunset with Kurt leaning back against Blaine's chest.

"We should eat...or something," Kurt murmurs.

"Hmm. Do you want to walk up to the restaurant?"

"No."

"Do you want room service?"

"No."

"Do you want me to shimmy up that palm tree and pick you a coconut?"

Kurt laughs, turning to face him. "Now that I would love to see, but I'm not sure how efficient the Hawaiian Fire Brigade is at getting frightened middle aged men out of palm trees."

"I am not middle aged!"

"Near enough," Kurt shrugs, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "All the tell tale signs are there."

"Oh like what?" Blaine laughs, loving their game.

"Hmm, well I can see some gray..." Kurt teases, turning Blaine's head this way and that in the dusk. "Which I have to say is devastatingly sexy, as are the glasses, though they too are a sign you're becoming decrepit. And then there's your stamina..."

"My stamina is perfectly fine, thank you," he laughs, tackling Kurt back onto the sand and lying on top of him. "Good, even."

"I'm not so sure, old man," Kurt muses, his eyes dancing with merriment. "We only had sex four times last night, and you slept for nearly the entire flight here."

"So did you! We were exhausted."

"No, I was just feigning sleep so you didn't feel bad."

"Oh, I see. Uh-huh." Blaine tickles him, making Kurt yell his protest as he squirms on the sand. "Were you also feigning the snoring and the line of drool that trailed from your lip to my shirt?"

"Yes!" he squeals helplessly. "Yes!"

"And I suppose you were disappointed that our sex marathon this afternoon was only four hours instead of five?"

Kurt writhes some more under Blaine's touch, tears of laughter running down his cheeks. "Totally...ahhh! Let down," he screams.

"So I'm guessing that you won't want to go back to our room and take a shower together for fear of exhausting me, huh?"

Kurt sits upright immediately, eyes wide and sparkling. "Race you."

They step under the spray, still breathless and laughing with Blaine pushing the now wet and flat hair out of Kurt's eyes. They kiss lazily, tongues exploring one another's mouths as the warm water rushes over them and Kurt's hand reaches around to grab at Blaine's ass.

"Oh no you don't," Blaine grins wickedly against Kurt's lips. "You're all mine, Mr. Hummel-Anderson. All mine."

Falling to his knees, he kisses a trail along Kurt's thigh as he groans above him and tangles his fingers into Blaine's wet hair. "Yes..." he murmurs happily, throwing his head back for the water to cascade over his face as Blaine licks a line the length of his shaft. "Oh fuck. My husband is too talented with his tongue."

"Want me to stop?" Blaine asks, kneeling and looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Don't you dare." Kurt guides his head back in place and Blaine relishes his fingers gripping his hair tightly as he dips his head and takes Kurt as deep as he can, working his tongue over his cock before sucking hard, then soft, then hard again as Kurt unravels and cries out.

"Oh my god, Blaine! Oh my god!"

Blaine looks up through his lashes, smiling around Kurt's hard cock at the sight of his husband, head thrown back in ecstasy and eyes screwed tightly shut. Pulling back for a second, he sucks on two of his own fingers before trailing them back to Kurt's entrance and returning his mouth to his cock.

"Fuck Blaine! Yes! Take me, suck me...Holy shit...yes..."

Kurt becomes louder and louder, torn between fucking himself backwards onto Blaine's fingers or forward into the warmth of Blaine's mouth and his exquisitely talented tongue. In the end Blaine decides for him, grabbing the top of his thigh with his free hand and urging him further down his throat as he relaxes and takes him deeper than ever.

"Shit...Blaine...I...yes...more...just...more."

A sharp twist of Blaine's fingers produces a whine of desperation from Kurt as he grazes over his prostate again and again, causing him to surge forward so Blaine's face now rests against his pelvis. "Ahhh, I'm gonna come...oh shit Blaine...I'm gonna come so hard I..."

Blaine swallows every drop even though his throat is burning and his eyes are watering, and Kurt stutters above him before falling back limply against the wall. "Fucking hell," he says weakly, opening his eyes to find Blaine still kneeling on the floor, his cheek resting against Kurt's thigh as he looks up at him. "My gosh you are so beautiful," Kurt murmurs softly, his hand caressing along his jaw. "Here, let me..."

"No," Blaine cuts him off and it's only then that Kurt notices he's stroking his cock, keeping his eyes trained on Kurt the whole time. "Please. Just stay there and watch me."

"Yeah?" Kurt smiles, smoothing a curl back into place. "You like that? You like me watching you on your knees, jerking off because you tasted me?"

"Yes," Blaine nods eagerly and swallows hard. "You taste so good, Kurt."

"Can you still taste me on your tongue, Blaine?"

"Yeah...oh yes."

"Go on Blaine, come for me."

"Gonna...ahh..." is all he manages before his face is pressing into Kurt's groin and he's spilling onto the floor, sighing with deep satisfaction. Kurt kneels in front of him, kissing him gently and bringing his head to rest on his shoulder. After a while they finally manage to stand and wash each other without a word, drying off in large fluffy towels before Blaine helps Kurt into a robe and kisses his lips lightly.

"Room service now?"

"Definitely," Kurt chuckles, heading back into the room and grabbing the menu. "Hmm...I want the biggest burger I can find. And fries. A huge pile of fries."

"I remember when we first met and you told me you only eat salad," Blaine laughs, wrapping his arms around him from behind and studying the menu with him. "I have never known such a pile of crap in all my life."

"I wanted you to think well of me," Kurt says, not looking at him as his ears turn pink. "I didn't want you to know how much I really ate. I think that lasted about a week."

"I think better of you knowing that you share my appetite for good food. Where's the fun in eating alone while you pick at a lettuce leaf?"

Spinning in his arms Kurt turns to face him, "Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"You jerking off like that was so hot."

"Oh."

"And that's all I have to say about that really. But I wouldn't mind seeing it again sometime. Or a blowjob like that again."

"Ha!" Baffled, Blaine shakes his head, drawing Kurt near and kissing his cheek. "I have to say, I've never known you so vocal."

"Because we're usually kissing," he grins. "But I couldn't really help myself. I was wondering though..."

"Go on?"

"If tomorrow could maybe be a sex-free day? I mean I love it," he rushes on, turning red as he struggles to enunciate his feelings, "but we have had quite a lot recently and I'm um...well I'm exhausted and I fear I may stop functioning altogether if we carry on at this pace."

"Does that mean you retract your statement about my advancing years and dwindling stamina?"

"Yes," he mutters, staring at the floor.

"Kurt?" Blaine lifts his chin gently, kissing his lips sweetly. "I am absolutely fucking worn out. No sex sounds perfect to me. Just make sure it's replaced with lots and lots of cuddles instead, after we've stuffed our faces with burger and fries."

"Oh thank god," Kurt says, his face breaking out into a huge grin. "And cuddles? Yes! I will always welcome cuddles."

They fall into an exhausted sleep right after dinner and don't surface until the sun is high in the sky, taking their breakfast out onto the beach where they lie on a sunlounger in each others arms. "I wanna take you somewhere this afternoon," Blaine says quietly.

"To paradise?" Kurt quips.

"Behave. No sex until tomorrow. I want to take you somewhere that I hope will be really special to you, but if we get there and you don't like it, promise me you'll say, and we can turn around and come right back, okay?"

"Well now you have me worried," Kurt says in confusion. "I can't think why you would say something like that."

"Just promise."

"Okay..." Kurt says, eyeing him warily. "I promise."

"Oh." Kurt's eyes go wide when Blaine pulls the hire car into the parking lot and he sees the sign. He feels Blaine's eyes on him, watching, waiting, wanting to speak but also wanting to give Kurt time to process things. In the end he just reaches across and places his hand on Kurt's knee instead, and Kurt is grateful for the touch. "Uh...Are we here to..to..."

"Swim with dolphins? Yeah." Blaine's voice is soft and quiet, soothing in a way which reassures Kurt, but he still finds himself blinking rapidly as the tears threaten. "You need a moment?"

Kurt nods, looking through the windshield as he releases a shaking breath. "Ah...I didn't expect this," he sniffs. "I'm guessing you spoke to dad?"

"I did," Blaine confirms. "But actually we were just chatting about nothing in particular and I mentioned that I was planning on booking this for us, and he told me."

"About Florida?"

"Yes."

"We were so excited," Kurt smiles though two tears roll down his cheeks. "I mean, we were excited for Disney world of course, but it was the dolphins more than anything. Mom and I...we...we used to sit in her bed discussing it. And y'know? I think she still believed she would get there. I don't..." he pauses, shaking his head softly and wiping at his eyes. "I don't think she would have lied to me, have led me on like that. She wasn't that type of person. I just think maybe she didn't realize how sick she had gotten. Dad knew, of course. He knew we'd never get there, but he didn't know how to break it to me... to either of us. Of course, when she had gone the first thing I asked him was if we would still be going to Florida, and he just shook his head. The day of her funeral was the day we were supposed to be swimming with dolphins."

Blaine pulls him into his arms as best he can, and lets him cry, hands rubbing over his back as he whispers soothing words in his ear. Eventually Kurt pulls back, offering him a trembling smile as he gratefully accepts a tissue.

"I'm sorry," Blaine says into the quiet. "I should have told you before. I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you I just..."

"No," Kurt says firmly. "No, it's better this way. If you had told me before then I wouldn't have even entertained the thought, whereas now I'm sitting here contemplating it."

"You think you want to?"

"Oh I know I want to," Kurt says as he clutches Blaine's hand. "I'm just terrified."

"Of what?"

"Of crying my heart out."

"Oh Kurt." Blaine sighs, shifting and twisting this way and that to get into the passenger seat, manhandling Kurt until he sits in his lap and he can wrap him in his arms. "If it helps at all, I've booked a private session. It's just going to be the two of us with the trainer."

"And the dolphins." Kurt deadpans. Blaine laughs when he sees the sparkle in his eyes once more, even though he still looks sad.

"Rumor has it they're a pretty important part of the whole swimming with dolphins experience," he says, resting their foreheads together. "But we don't have to do this. We can go back to the hotel- or hut as you like to call it- and laze on the beach. Or we can drive into the mountains and take a walk..."

"I'd like to do both of those things," Kurt says quietly. "But right now I want to do something I've always wanted to do, and I can't think of a better person to share it with than my husband."

He clings tightly to Blaine's hand as they enter the water, and Blaine smiles, putting his arm around him instead and kissing his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yeah...yeah," Kurt nods, swallowing over the lump that rises in his throat the second the dolphins come toward them. A few tears escape, but when Blaine snaps a picture of one dolphin nuzzling Kurt affectionately, his eyes are bright and his grin is wide. He shrieks happily as he swims in the lagoon, with Blaine following him, equally as excited and finally relaxed. "Oh my god Blaine I want a dolphin!"

"I want a cat."

"Dolphins are way better," Kurt laughs as he pets one. "Think of the kudos having a dolphin for a pet would get you."

"Okay Kurt...I will happily buy you a dolphin for a pet as soon as you find somewhere in our apartment to keep it."

"You could sleep on the couch?"

"Ignoring you!" Blaine laughs, turning to kiss the dolphin instead.

"Excuse me ma'am?" Kurt calls to the trainer, "Is it acceptable to trade my husband of forty eight hours for one of these? He's very well trained and quite a good swimmer."

"No," she smiles. "But if you two hold hands and then hold their dorsal fins I'll get a picture of you as you go around the lagoon together."

"Come on," Blaine sighs. "I guess we'd better look like we're in love. For the sake of the animals, at least." But they laugh loudly together when they're taken around the lagoon, and Blaine thinks he's possibly never seen Kurt look happier.

By the time they leave it is with great reluctance, and only when Kurt has adopted a dolphin and made a large donation to their conservation using Blaine's credit card. They return to the car and Kurt scrolls through some information on his phone before driving away.

"Back to the hut?" Blaine asks.

"Actually no. It's my turn to take you somewhere."

They drive for a while, Kurt pulling over to check his directions once before they set off again, and it is dinner time when they pull into a beach parking lot. "I know you're hungry, cause I am, but just wait here a moment," Kurt says, leaning over to kiss his lips and giving Blaine no further say in the matter, he is gone.

When he returns he is wearing quite possibly the most garish Hawaiian shirt Blaine has ever seen, and he carries a matching one in his hand, along with two lei's. "Where on earth did you find that?" Blaine laughs. "I have never known you wear anything that doesn't coordinate, even sleepwear."

"We have to wear shirts for dinner," Kurt smiles, holding open the car door for him. "Come on, it'll be fun."

Shrugging, Blaine pulls the shirt on and lets Kurt slip a lei over his neck. "Where are we going?"

"To a luau," he grins. "Tons of food, drink and dancing."

"Wow," Blaine grins happily as he is tugged towards the beach front restaurant with music already playing. "Awesome."

Seven courses, two cocktails and one hula dance later, Blaine pulls his husband into the shadows of a large palm tree, kissing him tenderly before holding him tight. "I just needed to," he explains softly as Kurt nods his understanding.

"I know."

"And I need to thank you for today," Blaine continues. "I know we both enjoyed it, but what made me happiest- in a weird way- was your vulnerability. Because you weren't afraid to show that side to me. You didn't try and hide it, there was no snarky comments or anger before you finally admitted what was wrong...you just...let me see right away that you were worried and upset, and I think that helped us both enormously."

"I'm glad I did." Kurt's arms drape over Blaine's shoulders as he closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with it all. "I think...I think you make me want to show that side of me to you because you always know just how to make it better. And actually, I didn't spend the whole time thinking 'I wish mom were here,' I spent the whole time knowing she was watching from somewhere and loving every second as much as we were. I think...no...I know she would approve of my choice of husband," he says, opening his eyes to smile into Blaine's. "Thank you for giving me such a wonderful experience," he whispers quietly. "Thank you for loving me."

Their kiss is sweet, long and languorous, tongues just running out to caress each others lips as Blaine's hands cradle Kurt's face. "I know we said..." Kurt starts, but Blaine is already taking his hand and leading them toward the car.

"But sometimes need is greater than want."