Little author notes about so much.

Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? Oh come on, not mine. I read Klaine, beta Klaine, breathe and just love Klaine. I adore KurtBastian too, and … These chapters come out independently of other stories, but infiltration's of all this Klaine love and Glee love is bound to happen. Ownership and recognition where it's due, and… what's mine is mine too.

Song/music choice: Jump, Glee version during the episode of Mattresses in season one.

And: I'd be tickled pink if you like my words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and blah di blah.

Dedication: {little tears form} ElfieThropp.Food for the soul = Glee. Entrée = Spoilers. Main course = Glee. Dessert = music of Glee. Chaser beverage = Fan Fiction. Fave Sport = Glee plus Fan Fiction, aka Ice-skating, aka Broken Barriers. A Klaine story of Kurt as a skater by ElfieThropp.
Dedication two: I've got to a certain section, and have this deep desire to shout out whereweland. Fantastic author of The great escape.

Warning: Small amount BadBoy!Kurt. This chapter has an asphyxia mention. Do we need to mention naked body parts? There's a bare arm and neck and other naked body parts. Rated M.

~ S5 ep13, Honeymoon Day One ~

So here's what you missed last week: The Clerk of the Court checked his clipboard of names,

looked up and down the corridor of expectant faces.

Called out, "MR BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON AND MR KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL?"

Kurt thought: God shshsh! Blaine thought: Here we go! And Rachel thought: This is so exciting!

And that's what you missed, on GLEE!

~ AHHHHH DOOP! ~

Dearest sweet Blaine, congratulations on hitching up with Kurt. I hope you two have many, many happy years together. Love always ~ Rachel XxOo.

Dear diary, yesterday WE got married. Yesterday I made awesome pancakes, spilled maple syrup and cream, and WE fed one another. Have to go, my hunny bunny HUBBY is waking. Mwah! {insert Blainey love heart}

Blaine, lying topless and on his stomach, reaches under his side of their bed and pushes the diary under, as far as he can.

Kurt sits up to see just his jarmie covered bum facing him, his upper body missing as it's over the edge of their bed. "Blaine, what are you doing?"

He pulls himself back up and smacks at Kurt's hand, which had grabbed his jarmie pants.

"I was putting away a gift, Rachel gave me."

"Hey, we're married now, so you can't go denying me my rights when it comes to your pants, thank you!" and Kurt scoots back down, throwing his arms around Blaine's waist and pulling him in for a bear hug.

Pulled off balance, Blaine bumps the back of his head against the bed head. "Whoa! Unfair!" Leaning over Kurt, he grabs at his pants and starts to tease with a wedgie.

They twist, turn and tumble, messing up the bed as the covers fall on the floor. Giggles and laughter, thumping of the bed against the wall and huge relief that they have the apartment to themselves for a few days.

Eventually out of breath, out of laughter and quality issues rising with proud excitement, warmth of adrenaline mixed with lover's hormones settling their bodies to anticipation, albeit momentarily still.

Pausing movements and catching breaths, leaving each to smile wide. They sit, slightly panting and admiring the true beauty of their very own hubby.

As Kurt starts, Blaine follows, in opposite sync, a simple single pointing finger on his collar bone, applying a significant amount of pressure. Other fingers join in the touch as his whole hand soaks up the shoulder. Testing the strength of his grip and memerising the structure under the skin. Moving down the shoulder, feeling the strength of a bicep. At the touch of his, Blaine flexes and checks Kurt's response, an impressive smile. With his touch, Kurt winces, still a little bruised and aching from last week. Blaine leans in and kisses it better.

They trace down the centre of their rib cage and stop around to where a beating heart lies. Blaine sneezes. "Bless you." "Hmmph, thank you."

Kurt takes advantage of the pause and scoots in closer. Cupping hold of Blaine's head, and in turn he hold the others wrists, foreheads joining that want to blend and push through the physical barriers. Delicate and passionate sloppy kisses all over an adoring face, "I love you!"

Blushing from being told so many times, smiling wider and feeling that his chest will explode any moment. "I love you too."

Kurt drags and pushes Blaine to be above, their limbs blending into the other's, forming a connection as close as possible what millimetres of material will allow.

Supporting the weight on his elbows, Blaine takes a steady breath in, Kurt does the same. Eskimo kisses. Blaine carefully breathes out, leaving just a smidge of air in the lungs, Kurt follows suit. As they still in unison, Kurt feels Blaine's body relax and takes on his weight, each with their hands leaning against the others side. Kurt absorbs the feeling of being sandwiched into the mattress.

They hold still like this, for an uncertain amount of time. Two excited bodies of electric nerves noticing every feel of the other's body and being. Two sets of lungs screaming for breath, but not panicked, not yet. The lungs join the quiet feel of two hearts, that have a gentle rhythm of I Love You, I Love You Too, boom a di boom, sweet Klaine beats.

Not allowing them to part, Kurt rolls Blaine to his own side of the bed. Communicating through looks of eyes that blink gentle, fingers that scratch gentler saying "I'm okay, you're okay, go on!" Hazel eyes and blue eyes gently close as a pair of lips meet, the lungs now yelling in sync to their owners mind.

Kurt hugs Blaine lovingly tighter, nuzzling his lover's mouth.

As feet lose control to stay still, a hand grabs hungrily, near frantic, for flesh that might tear. Conversational humming indicating that lips should permit entry, thrusts of a lower area pushing dominance and delight. Kurt knows Blaine's weakness, which becomes Kurt's strength.

Blaine's eyes scrunch tighter as he pushes Kurt away and breaks his fasting of breath, his lungs had started to tremble. Kurt sucks for air too, he grabs at Blaine, forcing himself up and above, turning Blaine …

~ breathe, keep breathing ~

As a blanket is pulled over his shoulder, Blaine mumbles delights, moments later he hears the shower start up. He turns into Kurt's side of the bed, stretches his legs there and pulls at a pillow for comfort.

Sleep takes over with the lulling sounds of water splashing as soap lathers HIS Husband's spent body.

Soon enough Kurt has finished in the bathroom, tidying as he goes. With fresh clean clothes on he peeks in on Blaine, a gentle smile, still sleeping but changed location. Thoughts of buying Blaine a boyfriend pillow noted.

Sandwich made and a hot chocolate, he settles on the sofa with an attempt at catching up on his studies.

Dear Diary, I didn't think I could be so happy. WE finally got married, yesterday. And today, ….. Dear Blaine, I'm glad you found my diary. In advance let me say that whatever you read here, if I'm upset then it's my fault and I love you, and I don't ever want to upset you. You have made me so very, very, very, very happy, just leading up to and in the last 24 hours. And now, I have to catch up on all that I've missed in the last months, since you came and moved in. By the way ….. love always your KurT. Xx Oo and lots more. {insert Klaine love hearts of so many colours. guess who likes his new collection of coloured inks?}

He arranges his study folios on the coffee table. Picks up the subject easiest and closer to his heart, leans back on the sofa and pulls a throw rug around.

Staring at the pages doesn't really help, and turning them makes little progress. Closing his eyes, thinking of where everyone is placed in the classroom while the teacher talks… Yawn! And again a deeper yawn! ….

~ sleep well, sweet dreams … ~

A familiar sound greets him as he wakes. Blaine singing quietly, perfectly, mentioning ingredients to be mixed as cups of measurement are tapped, emptied, eggs cracked and whisking is heard.

Slops of something are heard, then the scraping of the cups contents. Ignition of the stove top, a pot is placed on it. Could he be any noisier? A packet is fiddled with then quiet stirring.

"Five drops of sinister sauce…." Many minutes pass, what seems like forever. Kurt stretches and giggles, enjoying spying on Blaine, even if it's just through listening and noting the smell of vanilla essence. Also sensing the oven in on preheat. I hope he pulled the plastics out this time.

Stove top is turned off. "Okay, now … What, five egg yolks? Oh, ummm…." Fridge door opened, shut, clunk on the bench. "Oh I only have four! Oh well, move down, move down, move down…."

Eggs cracked, "Oh yuck!..." shells discarded, one, two, three, four times. Whisking, whisking, stop. "Caster sugar, caster sug.. there you are." Scoop, tap and the whisking continues.

"Right, now, what? Are you serious? That can't be good for the yolks….." Clunks of cookery items being put on the bench, the freezer door opens and closes.

What the hell is he making? This is too complicated for breakfast. Kurt turns and peeks an eye to see what he hears, what he hears doesn't make sense any more.

"When the stirring's done, may I lick the spoon? Of course …." Blaine can be seen putting a square casserole dish on the bench, a tea towel is added, four compote serving bowls placed in gently. "Ahuh of course... aahmmmm"

Kurt has to feign sleep again. Deprived of vision, this is a safer option. Still wondering what it could be. Oh please tell me he's not trying to make ….?

Soft scratching and "Ouch!". It'll be hot Blaine, and now you've ruined another colander. Listening to his lover doing these surprise things, wait, not just his lover, not just his partner, his HUSBAND!

Listening, imagining what the sounds belong to. Imagining what Blaine could be wearing, but knowing what he's wearing is so much hotter! Everything, anything he wears just compliments the item.

Oven door opens, metal to metal tings. You better have put water in that pan, or they're gonna burn and the ceramic will probably crack. Oh dear God?

Then the most amazing sound is heard, that has Kurt pull the throw rug from his face quickly. He looks in disbelief, Blaine Devon Anderson, husband of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel is cleaning up the kitchen after himself.

NO WAY!

Taps fill the sink, detergent added, dishes and Kurt watches, amazed that Blaine is actually doing the dishes. He expects they'll probably need redoing and the amount of water falling on the floor, yup the floor will need washing again too.

He lays back down, yawns and stretches. He doesn't want to get up. He's got too much homework to do, sleeping in won't help.

Deciding on spending this day as a honeymoon personal day, everything else can wait.

Assuming the position, most favoured on the sofa, lying in wait, hoping Blaine doesn't notice. He tries to drift back to sleep while enjoying the idea of Blaine doing housework, wearing only a waiter's apron. Unavoidable issues rise at the mind's image of Blaine, bare bottomed, black apron tied around his waist, at a kitchen sink, the ties hanging down on …..

Bare bottomed!

"Good Morning Blaine." Kurt calls and watches as Blaine hangs his head in somewhat shame. He hadn't wanted to be caught. Grabbing a towel, wiping his hands, he turns slowly and greets his Hubby with a bigger smile.

"Can't you ever sleep longer? Good morning."

Kurt smiles through a side bit inner lip. Scrunched pursed lips, that are dying to be fed today.

Emotional food of wanted kisses and words of encouragement. Words of love, reassurance not required any more. Reassurance needs took a back seat, the millisecond the court officer said "I now pronounce you Husband and Husband, you are now married….."

The service had been so quick, so darn very quick. "Do you?" "Yes." "Do you?" "Yes, yes I do." "Congratulations…."

~ MxM ~