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Okay, hopefully everyone who hasn't seen the episode has gone now. This is a reaction fic. Of what, you ask? Of Kurt and Blaine's first night together as husband and husband. They are MARRIED. No, this isn't smutty. Maybe a bit M-rated, but there is no sex in this drabble. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, why not check out my other reaction fic, Come What May?

Prompt: Aromatherapy

Words: 460

"There. There! Right the- ohmigod yes there yes yes yes!"

Blaine smirked. "Kurt, baby, I've only just started."

Kurt huffed and turned his head. "Well you should have started ages ago."

"Hey," Blaine defended, "it's not my fault there was a huge line of traffic. Or that someone wanted to take a detour.

Kurt pouted. "I wanted to see my mother on my wedding day."

Blaine smiled, and Kurt turned on his back again. "Wedding day," Blaine repeated. "We're married."

"You're my husband," Kurt murmured. Then he gasped again. "That spot! That one."

Blaine rubbed his hands in the oil and continued to massage Kurt's back. It had been Sue's idea, they think, to ask for an aromatherapy kit with the honeymoon suite. Thankfully she had had the common sense to book them a room in a different hotel from Brittana – Kurt didn't think he could face hearing Santana saying 'wanky' over breakfast in the morning. Or… they could always order to their room. Now that was a thought.

Kurt curled his toes. He melted into the mattress, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the massage or because of the fact that it was Blaine doing the massage. Or even that he was just really, really tired. After all, he had started the day as a wedding planner, and had ended up getting hitched. His breath caught as Blaine's fingers found his shoulder blades, his thumbs pressing between them. In the same way as he had a weakness under his left ear, Blaine knew that the space between his shoulder blades turned him to putty.

"Remind me," Kurt managed to get out, "is this meant to relax me or turn me on?"

Blaine barked a laugh. "Honestly, I don't know. Both, maybe? Unstress you from all the shit Sue has put you through along the years and from going from dating me to married to me within the space of a day. And then it is our wedding night, so…"

Kurt rolled over again, making Blaine's hands rest on his chest instead of his back, still greasy with scented oil. He frowned up at his husband. "You don't regret today, do you? Doing it their way, rather than ours?"

Blaine inhaled deeply and shook his head. "Not for one second. It's like what you said, it doesn't matter how we did it. It's that everyone was there, and that it was you. You had your dad's wedding; I'm sure I'll get Coop's."

Kurt smiled, his heart aching, his lashes damp with tears of pure happiness. "I love you, Blaine. I love you so much." They kissed, and as they parted, Kurt whispered, "bagsie the nickname 'hubby'." Blaine grinned, shook his head, then dove in for another kiss.