Feels Like Home- Josh Groban and Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. I'd sell my soul to hear Klaine sing these.
There are endless photos and congratulatory hugs and kisses after the ceremony. All entirely welcome and appreciated, but Blaine and Kurt don't get a moment alone unless they're holding a pose for the photographer.
"Can I talk to you?" Kurt asks Blaine, as they smile for the camera.
"Sure. Is everything okay?"
"This way please!" the photographer calls, and they both turn and smile.
"It's all good. So good. I was just thinking..."
"Okay, mom and dad, please! Mom over by Kurt and dad by Blaine. That's it, good. Now, smiles!"
"Thinking about what?"
"It doesn't matter now," Kurt says, putting his arms around Angie's shoulders and smiling brightly. "I'll ask you later."
Knowing Kurt has something to say drives Blaine crazy. Instructing Santana to stall everyone for five minutes before dinner, he hauls Kurt into the bathroom and locks the door.
"Blaine! I was thinking we'd hold off," Kurt giggles, but he's already loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes. "To hell with it though, you look so hot."
"No, no." Blaine laughs, but he does give a long, lingering kiss to Kurt's lips nonetheless. "You're hot too. Stupidly hot. You should be illegal. But this isn't about a quickie in the bathroom. You wanted to talk to me."
"Oh. Well. Yeah. Kind of...Um..."
"Don't ramble. We've got about two minutes before they announce dinner."
"Okay. Name. I want your name."
"Excuse me?"
"I want us to keep Anderson in our name. Whether we use it as part of our surname or not, I just feel like...well, I love your mom and I want her and your dad to be a part of this family, even though he's not here any more. I know you want to be a Hummel, and I get that, I do. But I also feel like your mom has turned everything around, Blaine, and worked so hard to salvage her relationship with you. I want our kids to feel as though they belong to both the Hummel and the Anderson side of our family, and I just... I just want to keep it, that's all."
"Kurt Elizabeth Anderson Hummel? That's quite the mouthful."
"Oh come on, who's ever gonna use my entire name like that?"
"Dad, when he gets mad. Anyway, that aside, he would be so upset."
"Actually, he's not." Blaine raises one eyebrow, and Kurt gives a sigh. "Yeah, I talked with him already. You can't be mad, it's our wedding day."
"I'm not mad. Tell me what he said."
"Well, he went on for a while about Hummel having to be at the end and stuff, but given that he'd marry your mom given half the chance, I think he was quite pleased on her behalf."
"He wants to marry mom?"
"Well, he's never going to admit that, but yeah, I think so."
"He told me this morning that he doesn't love her in that way," Blaine says with a frown. "He said he couldn't ever see them... you know."
"Well whatever, don't get hung up on that. Just tell me what you think."
"Blaine and Kurt Anderson Hummel," he says, trying it for size. "The Anderson Hummels. The Hummels. Blaine Hummel. Blaine Anderson Hummel. Kurt Anderson Hummel..."
"Blaine!"
"Okay," he says with a shrug. "We'll keep it. We'll be the Anderson Hummel's."
"You mean it?"
"Yeah. Why not? You're right. We're a family, whatever weird kind of relationship mom and dad choose to have. Yeah. I mean I'll still be a Hummel, right? I'm yours, you're mine, we're both dad's...yeah."
"My God, I love you," Kurt says in awe, and then, taking full advantage of being locked in a luxurious bathroom together, he launches himself upon Blaine with a fierce kiss.
Accepting eagerly, Blaine backs Kurt over to the chaise longue, falling on top of him as they kiss heatedly.
"Husband, husband, husband," Blaine mutters, tilting Kurt's head back so he can bite at his neck. "You're all mine, Mister Anderson Hummel."
"Oh my fuck," Kurt cries. He can feel himself hardening rapidly as Blaine grinds against him. He know his hands can't mess up his hair, but Blaine looks so irresistible and... "Take me," he cries, tangling his fingers into his curls and tugging hard. "Go on, Blaine. Take me now."
"I can't, we shouldn't. They're gonna call us for..."
"Dinner!" Santana calls through the lock. "Get out here before anyone notices you're missing!"
Blaine jumps up, pulling open the door, and giving a full view of Kurt lying rumpled and flustered on the couch.
"Oh for..." Santana starts, then looks at Blaine. "Your hair! Get back in there, go on," she demands, pushing him over to a mirror. "Really. Kurt, can't you behave?"
"Could you, if you'd just married that?"
Santana fusses around fixing Blaine's hair, and she finds time to give Kurt a genuine smile. "I love seeing you in love," she tells him. "And no, to be fair, if I was that way inclined I wouldn't be able to resist. Come on, fools. Dinner time."
After dinner of course, comes speeches. Angie goes first, and Blaine can see how nervous she is. He tries to reassure her with a smile, but she just gives a little shake of her head and looks out at the room instead.
"Uh...Hi. So, I guess thank you all for coming today. Some of you might not know me, but I'm Blaine's mom. Um...I just wanted to say that I am so incredibly proud of my son and his husband. Not just for today, but for the way they carry themselves through life, really. I made a lot of mistakes, with Blaine. I threw a lot away, took a lot for granted and ultimately, I wouldn't have blamed him if he'd walked away from me completely. I consider myself lucky that Blaine has a big heart, and he also met Kurt and Burt, who not only saved him, but me as well. I'm proud to call them all my family, and Kurt, thank you for loving my son so completely, I love you for it. I envy the pair of you, and the love you have. The way you love each other is so special, so emotional and heartfelt and it's been a joy and a privilege to watch your relationship grow. I was lucky enough to fall in love once, and I hope that one day I will again." She breaks off, and Blaine wonders if he imagines the glance she gives to Burt, but then he notices Kurt's eyes following too.
"I know how it feels to share your life with that one special person. I also know what it's like to throw it all away, and so to both of you, I would say this. Cherish each other, always. Make time for each other and always make each other your priority. I wish you every happiness in your future together and thank you, really, for letting me be a part of your beautiful family."
She sits down hurriedly, and gives a tearful smile when Blaine reaches across Kurt to squeeze her hand. "He'll have to do the toast," she whispers hoarsely to Kurt, as she gives a nod in Burt's direction. "I can't. I just...can't."
"You did real good," he whispers back, then surprises her by kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly. "And Blaine and I love you so much."
"Attention!" Burt booms, making the front table laugh. "My turn. First of all, a huge thank you to Brian for marrying my sons. He's a very dear friend to them, and it was wonderful that someone so special could officiate for them." He raises his glass to Brian and waits for the applause to die down, before turning to Santana, who is sitting next to Angie. "As for you, young lady, you have surpassed yourself both in the role of wedding planner and maid of honor. You look beautiful, of course, but you're a formidable force, Santana, a great friend to Kurt and Blaine, and I thank you for it."
"Now." He pulls a speech from his pocket and Kurt groans, holding his head in his hands, while Blaine just looks excited. "When Kurt was born..."
"Oh please no," Kurt groans.
"Be quiet. When Kurt was born, he completed me. His mom and I felt like whatever else happened in the world, nothing would compare to the blessing he could bring. We did okay together. I'd like to think I raised him well, and we were happy despite having lost Elizabeth. Then somehow, we drifted. I won't dwell on that, except to say that there was a point where I thought we would never get back on track. Then one Saturday, I pulled open my garage door to find a sixteen year old boy across the road, bouncing a ball against a wall. Blaine was the biggest, most unexpected arrival in my life. I wasn't looking for a best friend, a house guest, or another son and yet he became all three. Blaine is a humble man. He wouldn't ever want to listen to all that I'm about to say, but he's a captive audience right now, so he has no choice. I don't think you realize, Blaine, that you saved us. You shone love and light into our lives and the way you loved Kurt and I ultimately brought us back together and made us a family once more. It has been my pleasure to watch you turn into such a wonderful young man. All that you think I give to you, you give back to me ten fold. I can never, in a million years, express my gratitude to you for making me complete. You've made me laugh, cry and bang my head against a wall. You and Kurt have driven me crazy with your on again off again relationship and the fighting and slamming of doors, but I always knew you'd get there in the end. You were meant for each other. Blaine, you have a great gift. You bring joy to all those who are lucky enough to know you and you do so in your own uniquely shy, sweet and adorable way. You have the most beautiful heart, my son. You have lit up Kurt's life for him and I thank you for making my baby boy so happy."
"Please don't call me a baby," Kurt whines. "It's my wedding day."
"Yes, sunshine, it's your wedding day," Burt nods. "And I've a lot to say about you, too. Kurt, you are simply amazing. You're a different person to the one you were five years ago, and though in part I have Blaine to thank for that, most of it was down to you making conscious decisions and an effort to change. You've made me so proud and I feel so lucky to be your dad. You have, though you might not like to admit it, a big heart. You're caring, sincere and not afraid to love Blaine openly and honestly. I love watching the two of you together because you're my favorite people in the entire world, and I feel blessed that you found each other and fell in love. I can't wait to see what the future has in store for both of you, and I promise to love and support both of you through all of it.
So, Ladies and Gentlemen, please raise your glasses to Kurt and Blaine."
The toast and the cheer is enormous. Kurt looks into Blaine's eyes as they sip their champagne, then leans across to kiss him, not caring that sixty guests are looking on. "I love you, husband," he breathes. "You wanna say a few words?"
"No thank you," Blaine says shyly. "Though I'm sure you do."
"Damn right."
Kurt calls for attention once everyone is seated, reaching down to hold Blaine's hand. "My husband and I," he begins, then breaks off as another loud cheer erupts, and he leans down to kiss Blaine's cheek. "My husband and I would like to thank you all for coming. It really means a lot to see so many people that we know and love turning out to support us in our marriage. For a lot of people, a marriage is not just about a couple joining together, but two families. That's not the case here today, because we became a family a long time ago now. As I'm sure you all know, my dad has, for a long time, regarded Blaine as his son. Whatever had happened between Blaine and I, he would always have been in my life in some capacity, owing to the huge overwhelming love my dad feels for him. However, as it was, I fell so deeply in love with the man I can now call my husband, that we became a fantastic little family of three. Dad has confused many people on many occasions by telling them his two sons are lovers. Then someone else came into the mix."
Letting go of Blaine's hand, he turns, taking Angie's hand instead and looking down at her. "Angie, we've had our moments, you and I, but I swear I've found a kindred spirit in many ways. I know it's not been easy, but I can honestly say, hand on heart, that I love you and I am so happy you're part of team Hummel now. We love having you in our family and though we might be scattered far and wide, that's what we'll always be; a family.
I'm always going to be more than a little amazed that Blaine chooses to love me as I love him. I can't possibly fathom why he would want to share his life with someone who yells at him for the entirety of every fashion week, whines until he makes Brownies, and makes him watch reruns of Bridezilla whether he likes it or not, but he does. He accepted my proposal, and there's no backing out now, my friend. I am honored to be married to this amazing man and to have gained a fantastic mom to guide me through life with my equally wonderful dad. So one more toast, please, to the Anderson Hummels."
"I hate you," Blaine whispers as he stands. "You made me cry."
"Whatever," Kurt says with a grin, and then he turns and hugs a very tearful Angie tightly.
"Thank you," she says, a sob catching in her throat. "That was...that was... Oh, I'll have to talk to you about it later," she decides. "I'm too emotional right now."
"Gee, I wonder where Blaine gets his tears from?"
"Shut up," Angie says, laughing through her tears. "Or I'll hate you too."
The party gets going while Blaine and Kurt take time to circulate the room, sometimes together, sometimes apart. There are so many people to thank, to talk to, to catch up with, that they find themselves unable to actually steal any more time alone at all.
"I haven't even spoken to him," Blaine whines to Brian at the bar. "It's nice, that everyone is here, but I'm starting to wish we'd just had a really small wedding."
"I remember it well," Brian sighs, handing him a beer. "But you'll have your honeymoon together; two weeks to explore Italy, right? You'll be sick of each other. Either that or dead from all the sex. Gee, I hope Italy has plenty of doorways for you to lurk."
"Very funny. So, mom tells me you're flying out to visit her?"
"Well, yes. Next month. I made contact with my sister, and she wants to meet. Like you said, after so long with no contact I'd feel a little strange going all that way for one meeting. What if it doesn't work out? So your mom said I could stay with her, and she offered to come with me to meet Janet."
"That's good. I hope it goes well. I mean, it's good that she wants to see you, right?"
"I think so. She said she was sorry to hear about Loic. She also told me I now have a great niece, which is strange. She's seven months old, apparently."
"Do you think my mom..." Blaine starts, but Santana arrives, kisses both their cheeks, downs Brian's whiskey and soda and orders Blaine to the stage.
"Time to serenade your love," she declares.
"Now?"
"Right now."
Suddenly terrified, Blaine wonders why on earth he ever thought this was a good idea. He hasn't sung in public since he was in High School, and even then he was backed by a large choir. Not this time, though. This time it's just him, and Sam sitting behind him with his guitar. He's only practiced once with Sam accompanying him, and he's not entirely sure he can remember all the words, but now Santana has introduced him and he has no choice but to step up, taking note of Kurt standing between Kate and his dad.
"Uh this is...well, there's a lot I could say but I felt like this song summed it up pretty well for me. So here goes.
When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name
When my hands don't play the strings the same way
I know you will still love me the same
'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen
And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand
But, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are"
When Blaine starts singing, Kurt excuses himself and finds Angie, sitting alone at their table. "I think this is the right moment to ask you to dance," he says, offering his hand.
"Oh! Well, thank you." Angie smiles back at him, and allows herself to be led onto the dancefloor, not caring that they're the only couple there. "He sings so well," she says, beaming proudly over Kurt's shoulder at Blaine.
"He does. He sings it to me when we're in the bath sometimes and that's...that's probably far more information than you needed to know. I apologize. This song though, this song... I love you," he yells at Blaine, who laughs in the most adorable way possible into his next line.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"About you being part of the family?" He pulls back slightly to look at her. "Yes. I mean, you're too close in age for me to call you mom, that would be weird, but I do love you, and I do definitely want us four to continue being a family, don't you?"
"I do. I guess I just want to say thank you, because you've never given up on me, you know that? You've been the driving force behind Blaine and I reconciling. I know it hasn't always been easy, but I owe you. Big time."
They dance on in silence, listening to Blaine singing so beautifully. Kurt likes that Angie is short enough that he can look over the top of her and into Blaine's eyes. He smiles, and Blaine smiles back, ducking his head shyly.
"There is one thing you can do for me," Kurt says, as the song draws to a close.
"Oh?"
"Make my dad happy."
He disappears quickly, leaving Angie unable to reply, and when she looks, she sees him holding his arms out to Blaine, who sinks into his embrace and listens to the words Kurt is whispering to him. Whatever it is he says soon has him smiling, and they share such a sweet and tender kiss that Angie has to look away.
"My turn," Kurt declares into the microphone, while Blaine hurries away to find a stiff drink. "Blaine, you sing so beautifully and that song means everything to me. I was telling your mom that you sing it to me in the bath and that's...I shouldn't have said that. Sorry. Forget it."
"I want to die," Blaine declares dramatically, while Mike and Tina laugh. "Hide me forever. Please."
"Anyway, I want to sing to Blaine now, because well, I keep telling him that I love him more and more each day and...well he makes me feel so safe and secure. I feel at home in his arms.
Something in your eyes makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself in your arms
Something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how low I've felt for so long
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my world the way you've done
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I've come from
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
Another window breaks down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But that's alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light
Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I've come from
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong"
"Come on then."
Burt looks up, to see Blaine holding his hand out and he takes it, allowing himself to be led out onto the floor. He notices Angie dancing with Brian, and Santana is being twirled under the arm of Ben Scarbo, who looks like all his dreams have come true.
"You wanna dance with your old man?" Burt asks in surprise. "I'm not any good."
"Yes I want to dance with you. Someone else does too," Blaine says quietly into his ear.
"Nah."
"Just ask her."
"Listen to his words," Burt says, changing the subject. "You've given him a home, Blaine, by loving him. You've made him belong."
"Well that's because you gave me all that first." Blaine says. He blinks, and two tears escape. "Sorry. I just... I can't believe it's happened. I'm his husband. I'm officially the luckiest guy in the world. Back when we first moved to Lima I thought all sense of family was lost to me, and now I have all this. I am so in love with him, you know."
"I've noticed," Burt teases. He sighs happily when Blaine rests his head on his shoulder. "You two are going to be so happy."
"Yeah, pretty much," Blaine says dreamily.
When Kurt finishes his song, Blaine is there to hug him tight, declaring him to be the best husband in the entire world.
"How do you know? I haven't had any practice yet."
"No, but you will be, I just know it."
"Hmm. Want a drink?"
"No. I want to keep you in my arms for the rest of the night now. Dance with me, tiger. Our first dance as husbands."
"Do they have our song?"
"I made sure of it."
There is another massive cheer when Blaine leads Kurt onto the floor, and Come What May starts to play. There is nothing better than holding Kurt close as they sing the odd lines to one another, smiling and pressing their foreheads together.
Angie stands watching, with Burt next to her. She's not about to embarrass him by asking him to dance so she stays silent, smiling as Santana and Brian join the other couples. Wordlessly, Burt takes her hand and leads her onto the floor, shoving her head onto his shoulder when she starts to speak.
She stays there for a while, because she knows that Burt isn't ready to talk, but eventually she looks up. Blaine and Kurt have stopped dancing and are instead standing in the middle of the floor, wrapped in one anothers arms, sharing the occasional kiss. They are so engrossed in each other, just gazing into each others eyes, that they don't even notice anyone else around them.
"Cute," Angie smiles.
"Yeah."
"Burt?"
"Oh God."
"Look, I'm just... Hell, I'm just going to say it. Do you want to be with me?"
"What?"
"I'm asking you if you want a relationship with me, because I want to be with you."
Burt stares. And stares some more. "I...but I...speechless," he blurts eventually. "I am completely speechless."
"That's a no, then?"
"It's not a no. The boys, Angie. They're my whole life, and you know, they keep saying they'd be fine but would they? Really?"
"So it's a no," she says, deflated.
"It's...look, you know how I feel."
"No I don't," she counters. "You never tell me."
"Well I love you, don't I?"
"You do? Well thank you for letting me know," she says with a small smile. "Eventually."
"Come with me."
Burt leads her outside into the garden lit by a walkway of small lanterns. He surprises her again, by taking her hand as they walk along. "I don't find this stuff easy, Angie. Especially not with you, because I'm not sure exactly how I feel about you, and I have even less of an idea of how you feel about me."
"I love you too, if that helps," she offers.
"It's nice to hear," Burt says with a smile. "But whatever this is, whether it's friendship or something more, it's not something I can take risks with. I can't just suddenly enter into a relationship with you, I've never even taken you out on a date. Then there's the distance. The one time I tried to kiss you was a total disaster and..."
"You set fire to the curtains."
"I didn't mean to knock that candle over! Look, this is really hard for me. There's a part of me that wants to say to hell with it, but it's been a really, really long time since I've shared my heart with a woman. It's been all Kurt, and then Blaine too. There's been no room for anyone else. I'm as happy as the boys are that you're a part of this family, but I don't know if I can give you what you want and need from a partner. You know that's always been my hang up. What happens if you and I give this a go and it all goes wrong? The fallout will be huge. Not just for us, but for the boys, for our family unit. A bad breakup would ruin everything, and I don't want to be the one to do that to those two, or to you. It's...It's not a no, because I don't want to close the door on it. It's a... not right now, but maybe, in the future?"
"You'd have to clarify that for me," a tearful Angie says. "This is tough for me too, you know. I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for anyone after Spencer. The hurt would be too much to bear. I only saw you as a friend for so long and then suddenly I was in California and I missed you. Not having company, or a friend to lean on, but you. I missed your face, your humor, our little conversations while watching TV, I missed you holding me."
"I do give good hugs," Burt concedes.
Angie stops, and takes Burt's other hand in hers. "I didn't mean to fall in love with you, but I have."
"Oh dear."
"Thanks."
"Look, I think...yeah. I think I feel the same but I have a lot of hang ups with this."
"Sex is an issue for you, isn't it?"
"It's not an issue!" Burt flares. "I can... I just... You're all you, all...you know...pretty, and I'm all me. Look, can we just...can we date, maybe? I mean, as best we can with the distance and stuff. Spend some time together away from the boys? Maybe I could come visit, or we could take off somewhere for a weekend? I need to take this slow, Angie. Real slow. I think I also need to wait for Blaine to graduate and for them to get a clearer idea of where life is taking them before I make any decisions regarding where I fit with everything."
"I think..." Angie takes a deep breath and wipes at her eyes. "I think I can do that, yeah."
"Thank you."
"You know why I fell for you?"
"My hair?"
"Ha! Well, no." She smiles up at him with tears in her eyes. "I fell in love with you because you love those boys more than you love anyone or anything else. You're an amazing man, you know that?"
"Ahem, well. I...just... To hell with it. I love you, woman. While those boys are distracted, and since there's no naked flames around, mind if I kiss you?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Blaine nuzzles tighter in against Kurt's neck, his hands resting on his hips, thumbs rubbing gently over his hipbones. "I love you so much," he whispers. "Your song was just beautiful."
"It said all I needed to say to you," Kurt murmurs in his ear. "You took a chance on me, you never let me down, and you gave me a home. I dreamed of this, Blaine. Falling in love, marriage and then I started to think it would never come true. I buried those dreams but you came and helped them see light. I never thought loving you would be this easy, or this good."
Blaine pulls back slightly, looking into Kurt's eyes. "Kiss me."
Kurt studies him. His eyes seem to dance with happiness and he looks so beautiful. "If I kiss you now it's not gonna be very PG."
"Kiss me."
He starts slow, but then Blaine breathes in sharply through his nose, his hands frame Kurt's face and that's it. Kurt inclines his head slightly, lets his tongue trace over Blaine's lips and then suddenly they're in the middle of the dancefloor surrounded by wedding guests while kissing passionately.
"Are they drunk?" Brian asks Santana.
"On each other, maybe." She smiles. "They're so adorable."
Their kiss breaks and they look at one another, grinning widely. "Outside," Kurt orders.
They step into the garden, and Blaine is immediately on Kurt again, kissing his neck, breathing him in. "Kurt," he moans softly. "Kurt, I really want to..."
Kurt's eyes make out two figures at the end of the garden and he immediately recognizes them. "Okay," he says brightly, turning Blaine and marching him back inside. "Let's go."
"Really?"
"You want to, don't you?"
"Yeah."
They only bid Santana and Brian goodbye, instructing Brian to tell the guests they were tired and decided to head to bed, and not to let Santana near the microphone to give any further details.
"I can't believe we snuck out on our own wedding!" Blaine laughs. He opens the door to the honeymoon suite and flips on a table lamp before kicking off his shoes and losing his tux jacket. "C'mere, tiger."
"Um...before you make me growl with pleasure..." Kurt pauses, going about his business and hanging both their jackets, and then he walks over to Blaine, stood by the bed, and drapes his arms over his shoulders. "I think you should know that dad and your mom were in the garden together."
"Yeah I know. I saw them."
"Oh. And?"
"Well..." Blaine takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his hands finding Kurt's waist. "I think we just have to let them figure this out for themselves," he decides. "Rather like dad had to do with us."
"Okay. If that's what you think."
"It is. No meddling, Kurt."
"No meddling. I promise. Do you think they're right for each other?"
"I think...I think they both loved and lost their one true love, and I think that they can, and probably do, love each other, but maybe not with the all consuming passion that we share. I think they could have something really great though, because neither of them has any expectations, they both just really enjoy being together. I also think that if I don't get to make love with my husband soon I will cry. So get to it, Hummel."
"That's Anderson Hummel to you," Kurt retorts, and he happily starts on the buttons of Blaine's shirt.
Blaine lifts his chin with one finger, finding his lips in a gentle yet deeply passionate kiss. He feels all the stresses of the day easing as Kurt's hands run over his chest. All thoughts of parents, friends and the party still going downstairs disappear when he eases Kurt's shirt from his shoulders and kisses along his collarbone.
He lets Kurt guide him, and when they're both naked, hard and wanting, he gently lies Blaine down and presses on top of him. "Remember our first date?"
"I'm not likely to forget it."
"I loved every second," Kurt says, smiling before kissing Blaine's lips. "That's when I discovered this." He moves lower, running his tongue over Blaine's hip bone and laughing darkly when he writhes around.
"Tickles!"
His tongue keeps up a trail, running the length of Blaine's cock before taking him deep into his mouth. He could taste his husband forever and still never get enough. He loves the feel of Blaine's fingers, digging into his scalp as he moves up and down his length. He loves the feel of Blaine's thighs pressed against his shoulders as he draws his knees up and when Blaine switches them, he loves the feel of Blaine's mouth around him too.
When Blaine is on his back once more, and he enters him, he takes a moment just to take it all in. The feel of Blaine surrounding him, right down to his legs wrapped around his waist. The two pink spots on his cheeks, the way his eyes seem to burn with desire and the way he smiles so happily, reaching up to gently brush the hair back from Kurt's forehead.
"I love you, husband."
Kurt beams, and leans down to kiss him softly. "I love you too, husband."
Much later, when they are sated for the second time and Kurt lies sleepily with his head resting on Blaine's chest, Blaine speaks.
"This might sound dumb..."
"Probably."
"But thank you, for marrying me. I know you said you thought you'd never find love, but neither did I. Certainly not with someone so amazing as you. I thought I'd have to change to be with someone. I thought I wouldn't be able to make model airplanes, or get enthusiastic over a science book. I thought I'd have to drop the bow ties, force myself to become more confident but you... You love me inspite of all my nerdiness, I guess."
"Not inspite of, because of," Kurt corrects. He pushes himself up, resting his chin on Blaine's chest. "I love each and every one of those things, even though it's all so different to me, because they all make you, you. And you," he adds, moving up to kiss Blaine's lips once more. "Have made me the happiest man alive by becoming my husband. I love you, Blaine Anderson Hummel, and I will love you forever."