The sun settled into the slow gentle waves of the horizon, casting a bloody red glow along the waters and the sand. Twinkling lights hung over their heads as the small celebration of matrimony . A stage was set with a solo microphone stand in the centre as the girl with the long brown locks sang a beautiful song appropriate for the event.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine whispered as he twirled his husband around on the dance floor, as the eyes of their loved ones bore into the groove. "You're not too bad yourself," Kurt responded shyly. "This is perfect- I couldn't have planned a better wedding myself." 

"Who knew my mother was a part time wedding planner," Blaine joked as he tried meticulously to not step on Kurt's toes. "So am I Kurt Elizabeth Anderson, or are you Blaine Devon Hummel?" Kurt smiled. "Whichever you choose, baby."

Rachel finished off her last note with such confidence the small crowd applauded her in awe. Only now did Kurt realize why she was always rambling on about the glee club- because she was obviously the star.

"Klaine, congratulations on your happiness," Rachel chimed into the mic.

"I wish she would stop calling us that it sounds like a brand of detergent," Kurt whispered quietly to Blaine as he smiled politely to Rachel. "I think it's cute. I think I want to change my name to that, so I can have your name in mine," Blaine smiled widely, flashing his white pearls. Kurt felt heat rise in his cheeks. Even now that they're married he still hadn't grown accustomed to how adorably gorgeous Blaine's smile was.

It still made his cheeks blush hard- like the first time Blaine smiled at him.

He planted his lips onto the boy's smile, kissing him chaste and dearly. "I love you, so much," Kurt mouthed into the kiss. 

"I love you too."

"Kurt, do you think I can have a dance with my son?" Mrs Anderson's asked as she rested her palm on Kurt's shoulder for his attention. "Oh of course," Kurt dropped pulled away from Blaine slowly and was about to make his way to the dinner table when a sweet gentle voice called for him.

"Kurt, a dance?" Quinn asked.

Kurt was caught off guard. He stared at the pregnant girl with wide blue eyes, not really sure how to respond. "Kurt?" The beautiful golden haired girl asked again. "Okay, but I'm not really sure- urm- I don't want to crush your baby or anything," Kurt said fearfully.

Quinn let out a soft melody of a giggle, her blond hair swinging from the gentle breeze of the ocean. "Don't worry, Kurt." She smiled and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt slid his hand behind the girl's back meticulously, afraid he might hurt a pregnant woman by accident.

"It's okay, Kurt. I'm pregnant, not a fragile glass." She joked.

They started swaying to a slow song Rachel was singing, her boyfriend Finn standing close to the stage grinning widely, obviously proud of his girlfriend. "I'm happy for you, Kurt. I'm glad Blaine's finally found someone." Quinn said.

"You don't hate me for basically stealing your boyfriend?" Kurt asked humorously.

"No, Kurt. He was never really my boyfriend though- there never really was a connection between us to be honest."

"Probably because he's gay." Kurt smiled.

"I also- urm- I want to apologize if I've ever come across as..."

"Hostile? Arrogant? Bitchy?" Kurt suggested.

"Fine. I guess I'm not the most peachiest person in the world. I'm sorry, okay?" Quinn retorted. "It's okay, Quinn. I get it." Kurt responded. "I'm also- I'm sorry about your cancer, Kurt. When Blaine told us about it- my heart broke. Mostly for Blaine, but it must be really hard on you. I can't imagine being in your position."

A look of sadness washed over Kurt's face as he was once again reminded of his illness, but he forced himself to keep his composure and continued twirling the girl around. "Thank you, Quinn." Kurt said lazily, his lips forcing a smile.

"Why is Puck here? Doesn't he oppose gay people? When I saw him during the ceremony I sort of feared he was going to throw pig's blood on us or something." Kurt asked, driving the conversation into a different direction- one not as much about him.

"Well, Blaine invited the both of us. Puck was hesitant, of course, but I wanted to come- and I think he sort of wanted to come too. For Blaine, I think. He tried to hide it with groans and complains about how it's a gay wedding and stuff like that, but I can tell he's glad to be here."

"I'm glad you're both here. Thank you for coming." Kurt said politely. The girl smiled and they halted from twirling slowly around the dance floor as Rachel ended off another flawless number. Quinn gave Kurt and last hug, flashed her beautiful feminine smile before walking towards Puck, who was seated on the table eating everybody's left overs. 

"And here's my gorgeous husband!" Blaine slid in front of Kurt and pulled him closer, their chest flushed. "Walk with me down the beach?" Blaine asked, his brown eyes sparkling like diamonds that they are. Kurt blushed crimson and allowed his husband to take him by the hand, leading him to the line where the waves crashed gently.

The sky was painted dark blue, the moon a perfect circle cast in a dark orange glow and the stars- twinkling away above the heads of two people madly in love with each other.

"Look, I think that's the star named Kurt. It's so bright."

"Not as bright as the one I'm married too," Blaine cooed.

Kurt blushed and draped an arm around Blaine's waist- something that Blaine would usually do. Blaine wrapped his arm over Kurt's shoulder and they both walked, barefooted on the soft fine sand and the warm ocean caressing their every step.

"My mum told me she's never been so happy- to see me this happy." Blaine said, as a new wave of salty ocean water washed over their naked feet. "I'm glad your mom accepts you now, Blaine. Really glad."

"So now that we're married, do you want to live with me?"

Kurt was taken aback. He halted and shivered when the waves retreated and left his ankles bare in the cold breeze of the night. "W-what?" Kurt stuttered, staring into Blaine's eyes.

"Married people live with each other, right?"

"Yes, but we're teenagers. The only property I own is my sacred bedroom." Kurt told.

Blaine smiled slyly and pulled Kurt into his arms, locking his fingers at the bottom of the boy's spine. "Live with me?" Blaine whispered, through the sound of the waves and the breeze, it's amazing how a small whisper can still echo tremendously loud in Kurt's eardrums.

"Of course I want to live with you but-"

"Shh, that's all I need to know." He pressed his lips onto Kurt's, kissing him pure and innocent before trailing kisses all over the boy's cheeks. Blaine had to get on his toes to attack Kurt's forehead with small butterfly kisses. Kurt giggled every time Blaine's soft lips made contact with his skin- the cutest sound Blaine had ever heard before.

"So you asked for JBI's help to stalk me, huh?" Kurt asked, a grin plastered on his beautifully moist lips. "I regret nothing." Blaine responded. "We should get back. Come on."

"Wait," Kurt tugged on Blaine's arm and the boy spun around to look at Kurt confusingly. Kurt had a shy smile on his face, his eyes dark and passionate. 

"Make love to me?" Kurt asked in a timid voice.

"Now? Here?" Blaine asked. A gush of blood suddenly rushed down to his groin- and it tinged at the sight of Kurt looking so drop dead stunning in the gentle reflection of the moonlight from the ocean, the wind blowing his hair into different proportions- but he still looked flawless.

"Yes, here." Kurt titled his head and smiled.

"Not here. Come on." Blaine walked forward, tugging Kurt's hand to follow him. He led the boy through the huge plot of sand, away from the mini celebration that was still going on- Rachel's voice belting out a Celine Dion number. They walked until the reached a huge water breaker that seperated the beach into two.

Blaine climbed it slowly, careful not to slip on any rocks, before turning around and helping Kurt up. They descended together, hand in hand, to another beach.

A beach that was quiet, serene, the moonlight brighter than ever igniting the entire stretch of sand in a haunting grey, the waves still crashed onto the shore but this time the sound of was louder, but more calming. The best part- it was deserted.

"It's like a different dimension," Kurt said as he speculated the beach.

"Come here, baby," Blaine pulled his husband closer to his face, their hot breath brushing onto each other's face. "You're my world, you know that right?" Blaine asked, his smile wide.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Kurt siad morosely.

"None of that. Not tonight. Tonight is about us, because just like the time we left this same beach to go back to my place- tonight is ours."

Blaine pressed him lips onto Kurt's, taking his breath away with a deep kiss. His fingers gently tracing lines of Kurt's back. "Tonight is ours," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips. His hand ran down Blaine's spine to grasp on the hem on Blaine's blazer and Kurt tugged on it, gesturing for Blaine to take it off.

Blaine smiled and slowly peeled the black jacket off his body, before working on the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it to join the jacket. The moonlight cast a lumious grey on Kurt's face, making his pale skin look almost colourless, but his red lips still stood out.

"You're beautiful," Blaine whispered before pulling Kurt into his arms and kissing him passionately, pouring out his soul to the boy- his soul, his love, his entire life. Kurt's warm fingers tickled Blaine's chest, every touch like fire igniting his inner torch.

Blaine gently pulled Kurt's white blazer off his slender frame and dropped it to the sand, before undoing each of the buttons on his shirt. Kurt gulped when Blaine arrived to the last button and pulled it off his body.

"Why are you nervous?" Blaine asked, concealing a giggle that was battling to leave his mouth.

"I don't know- I just am." Kurt admitted.

"Don't be, baby. It's me."

"You always make me nervous- in the best way possible." 

Blaine laughed quietly, his lips smiling at the revelation. "You're so adorable." Kurt blushed and leaned forward, taking Blaine's lips with his own- bare chest to bare chest. Blaine pulled away abruptly and laid down on the sand, his elbow dug into the sand and his head was held up by his left hand. "Come here," He patted the spot next to him, smiling lovingly at Kurt.

Kurt did not hesitate. He gulped on last time and laid beside the boy, staring into those beautiful brown eyes as the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore masked anything else. The moonlight swayed from passing clouds, but that was prominent to Kurt was the boy before him. The boy with the kind brown eyes, dark unruly curls, lips soft as silk- the boy he now called his husband.

Blaine pushed himself up so he was hovering over Kurt. He stared into those blue orbs and devoured Kurt's lips with his own, pushing his tongue into the boy;s mouth. "I want you- inside me," Blaine whispered into Kurt's mouth.

The moist red lips stop moving in that familiar motion. They halted, stunned. Those blue eyes widen, taken aback by Blaine's request. "W-what?" Kurt mumbled incoherently. "You heard me baby. I want you, inside of me tonight." Blaine repeated, his eyes closed, his teeth biting away on Kurt's lower lip.

"Blaine I've never-"

"I know. But please, baby. I want to feel you inside of me."

Kurt gulped again. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kissed Blaine lifelessly, letting the boy do all the work. "Kurt?" Blaine asked, interrupting Kurt's train of thought he didn't realize he was on. "I don't know how to, Blaine. What if I hurt you or-"

"Kurt, when we first had sex, I didn't know either. But when the moment came, it felt right. I mean, I don't know if it was good for you, but it was amazing for me."

"It was amazing for me too," Kurt said timidly.

"So, will you try? For me? Your husband?" Blaine plead. Kurt still wore a scared expression. He bit his lower lip, which Blaine found so attractive. "If you're not comfortable, it's okay," Blaine smiled, his eyes giving a form of assurance to the nervous boy.

"No. I want to," Kurt responded, trying his best to ignore his nerves.

It was like a torch was ignited in Blaine's eyes. A wave of fiery passion washed over his optics, gazing down to Kurt. "Are you sure?" Blaine asked, afraid he was pressuring Kurt into it. "Yes. I want to give this to you," Kurt smiled, assuring Blaine.

Their lips met again, with motion full of confidence. Blaine trailed kisses along Kurt's jaw, the boy whimpering in response. He kissed the bare flesh, sucking on the skin down to his chest, down his stomach, descending down to the button of his tight white pants.

Blaine fumbled with the button, but got it off and pulled the zipper down carefully. He used his teeth and hooked onto the stretch of Kurt's underwear, smiling as Kurt's knees twitched. He grazed his teeth on Kurt's hips and pulled the underwear down- with his teeth.

Kurt's erection was released from the restriction of his underwear, the length stretching to touch Blaine on his chin. Kurt moaned when the stubs of Blaine's chin hair tickled his the head of his erection. Blaine hooked his fingers onto both the layers of Kurt's bottom and yanked them down, before throwing them to the pile of clothes.

"Yes, oh god Blaine.." Kurt moaned as Blaine trailed kisses from his calves up to his thigh. A quiet shriek left Kurt's mouth as Blaine trailed his tongue along Kurt's penis, before tightening his lips and taking the entire length into his mouth. 

"Fuck!" Kurt screamed in complete daze of ecstasy.

Blaine pulled back slowly, savouring the taste of Kurt's already pre-cum. The boy was shivering, both at the cold and the tickle in his groin. His breathing escalated and his eyes rolled back into his skull as Blaine followed a pace of pushing the entire erection to the back of his throat, and pulling it out slowly- making Kurt feel like he was at the brim and was about to collapse.

"God baby you're so good," Blaine mumbled, his mouth still stuffed with Kurt's erection. "Don't talk, Blaine- just suck," Kurt ordered, his smile wide in seduction. Blaine swallowed his laugh and resumed the rhythm, with Kurt whimpering and moaning at every contact.

The sand was rough against Kurt's back. The coarse substances scratching his flesh, but it was comfortably warm- he could've stayed like that forever. Blaine pulled his mouth away from Kurt's penis abruptly, and kissed the head chaste. He climbed up the boy until their faces were inches apart.

"I could lick every inch of your skin all night long."

"I'm not protesting." Kurt teased.

Blaine nuzzled his lips into the crook of Kurt's neck, inhaling the boy's sweet scent. "Tell me you love me," Kurt whispered into the night wind, kissing Blaine's earlobe. "I love you. I love you with every breath I take. I love you with every step I walk. I love you with every word I talk." Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine's cheek. 

"Mmm I need you inside me," Blaine whispered softly, his voice immersed with desire and lust. Kurt's whole body grew rigid at the words, the sweat on his forehead flooding now. "Baby, if you don't want to it's fine- I'm fine kissing you like this anyway," Blaine mumbled, kissing Kurt's neck softly.

"I want to be inside you," Kurt breathed into Blaine's ear, and pushed the boy off his front until he fell onto the plot of sand beside him, flat on his back. Kurt pushed himself up and hover over a wide eyed Blaine, his lips doing that irresistible quirky smile.

Kurt tried to pull on a dom exterior, but in truth he was a nervous ship wreck, and just gazing into those brown eyes heighten his nerves. "Just- tell me if I'm doing it wrong," Kurt mumbled nervously. "You won't, baby."

Kurt smiled and tried to remember how Blaine would always position himself, which was difficult because whenever Blaine was moments away from pouding into him, Kurt would have his eyes closed and braced himself for an amazing night of intimacy.

"Don't think about it, Kurt. Just do it- do me." Blaine smirked. 

"I'm sorry I'm nervous." Blaine pushed himself up with his elbows and reached for Kurt's lips with his own, kissing the boy softly on his red lips. "It's me. Nothing you ever do is wrong, to me." Kurt blushed, and tried his best to position himself on his knees and place his erection on the tip of Blaine's entrance.

"Oh yeah baby," Blaine moaned. His eyes threw back into his skull, just like the way Kurt's eyes would do when the roles were reversed. "Wait, do you have a condom?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's lips upturned in fascination, his eyes boring into the day sky optics. "Baby, we're married. We don't need condoms. Besides, I want to feel you. Not rubber." Kurt swallowed hard and leaned forward, kissing the center of Blaine's chest. "Love you," Kurt mumbled.

He breathed, and gently pushed his hips forward, penetrating into Blaine's entrance. "Mmm Kurt," Blaine moaned out. Kurt had never experienced this form of sensation before. Blaine was so tight he had to physically restrain himself from shooting out his come inside the boy. 

He panted, the grasp tightly on Blaine's thighs. "Blaine you're so fucking- fuck you're so fucking tight," Kurt breathed incoherently. He pushed his erection deeper into the boy, earning a cry of pleasure. "Shit- fuck Kurt this feels so good," Blaine groaned.

Kurt pushed himself deeper into the boy, until he hit a spot that made Blaine screamed in pleasure. The mere cry of ecstasy made almost sent him over the edge but he refused. He pulled out slowly, and shivered at the feeling- the amazing, incomparable feeling. 

"Faster. Oh god faster Kurt, please," Blaine urged.

Kurt followed suit, shoving his erection deep into the boy's entrance. Pulling out, and pounding in over and over again. Blaine was screaming, beads of sweat forming on his chest. "Yes, oh god yes," Blaine moaned. He grasp on his own erection and began stroking it, with pace that was hard to keep up.

"Harder, fuck- harder Kurt. I love you so much baby," Blaine moaned.

With one last stroke, Blaine blew his white substances all over his torso. His thighs grew rigid and tense as he succumb into his orgasm. Kurt's breathing quicken in pace- just like his hips. He was sweating all over. His hips were aching, his ass clenched tightly. 

"Mmm Blaine you're so good- so tight," Kurt breathed, unable to form coherent words in the sheer moment of pleasure. Kurt pounded harder, and soon he could feel the heat rushing down to his crotch. He was about to pull out and blow his come onto Blaine's stomach, but the boy jerked him forward by his hips.

"Come in me, baby. Fuck yes harder," Blaine moaned.

Kurt pounded, and retracted, and pounded again until he couldn't comprehend the feeling of being inside Blaine. He collapsed into his orgasm, and let go inside of Blaine, screaming as the ring muscles tighten around his length. He dropped on top of Blaine and gathered his breathing, inhaling chunks of oxygen to stable his brain from swirling.

"God," Kurt panted.

"Shit, Kurt. That was unbelievable." Blaine said in between heavy breathing.

"It's no wonder you like to top."

"I like to top because the sight of you in pleasure is beautiful," Blaine admitted.

"We just had sex on a beach, and I'm not talking about the drink. We literally just had sex, on a beach. Another thing to check off my list."

"A list?" Blaine asked, turning to look at the side of Kurt's face. "A mental list, really. Fantasies I made up in my mind." Kurt said shyly. "Tell me about these fantasies of yours," Blaine asked, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweat, musky smell of Kurt's sweat.

"Well, I fantasized about meeting the perfect boy. I fantasized about falling in love with him, and have him fall for me too. I fantasized about the perfect first kiss. I fantasized about the perfect first date. I fantasized about having sex for the first time, and have it blow my mind. I fantasized about cuddling on a couch, with a boyfriend. I fantasized about one day being proposed to. I fantasized about having someone call me beautiful. I fantasized about having sex, on the beach- like what we just did. Lastly, I fantasized about getting married- to someone who loves me as much as I love him."

"Those are great fantasies. I hope all of them came true."

"They did...all by you. I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine said, as he planted a kiss on Kurt's temple. "We're all sweaty. How are we going to go back to our own wedding party?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled and slowly shifted Kurt off his frame. He stood up and held a hand out for Kurt. "Come on."

"Shouldn't we put on clothes first?" 

Blaine laughed, and then suddenly sprinted towards the ocean. He ran, butt naked, into the water and dived into the black surface, disappearing out of sight. He stayed submerged for awhile, before resurfacing, his hair wet and flat, and his face glowing like crystals with the moonlight casting a grey tone on his skin.

"Come in baby!" Blaine bellowed, his head bobbing on the surface of the sea. Kurt smiled, and walked nervously towards the waves. He flinched when the water covered his feet. "It's freezing!" He screamed to Blaine. "Oh come on. I'll warm you up." Blaine smirked.

Taking small steps, Kurt descended into the sea. He was knee deep submerged and started shivering when a gush of cold wind brushed over his entire frame. "Oh my god Blaine I think I'm turning into a popsicle!" 

"That's fine. I'll lick you up." Blaine's wink was vague, but visible as his brown eyes was hidden with flesh. Kurt walked forward until his entire bottom half was submerged, his torso still dry. "Swim, Rose! I need you to swim!" Blaine joked.

"Shut up. A Titanic reference does not make up for you making me swim in this cold!" Kurt retorted. Blaine swam towards him, and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him further into the ocean until their feet were no longer touching the ground.

"Blaine I don't really know how to swim!" Kurt shouted, panicking as he kicked his feet as hard as he could. "Don't worry, baby. I've got you." He took Kurt's arms and threw it over his shoulder so Kurt wrapped it tightly around his neck.

Blaine kicked his feet lazily, but they were still afloat. The boy didn't even seem like he was struggling. He held Kurt tightly and smiled at Kurt's nervous expression. "You're so adorable," He planted his lips on Kurt's and kissed him carefully.

"You're the fantasy I never thought I had," Blaine smiled, to his husband.

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"Oh god we're drenched. How are we suppose to go back to the party?" Kurt asked as he pulled on his white suit, the material growing sheer as it make contact with the drops of water on his skin. "Who cares. It's our party, we can go back nude if we wanted to."

Kurt pulled his blazer on and inhaled deeply, the cold wind making the hairs on his arms stand. "What's wrong," Blaine asked, looking at Kurt worryingly. "Nothing. I just have a small headache that's all."

"Are you okay?" Blaine rushed forward and took Kurt's hand into his. "I'm fine, it's probably from fucking you for the first time," Kurt smiled shyly. "Probably, but are you sure you feel okay? I can take you home now and you can rest," Blaine suggested.

"No. It's our wedding night I don't wanna go home to rest, Blaine."

"Tell me if you're tired, okay?" Blaine giggled. "Let's go, they're probably looking for us by now." Blaine led Kurt back to the wedding reception. Rachel was still on stage, this time accompanied with her boyfriend, Finn. They were singing a love duet, their eyes full of admiration for each other.

Puck was twirling Quinn slowly around the dance floor, the girl's teeth blindingly white as she smiled widely. To Blaine's surprise, his parents were also on the dance floor. Their arms entwined around each other's waist and they were wearing smiles- genuine smiles as the whispered softly in conversation. 

A woman Kurt didn't notice at the actual wedding ceremony was on the dance floor too- with Burt. She had gentle brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, her green eyes admiring the man before her- a look Kurt had only seen once that was directed to his father- when his mother was alive. 

"Who is that?" Kurt whispered to Blaine as they walked back to the reception. 

"Who?" Blaine asked, confused.

"That woman, dancing with my dad."

"I don't know? He's date?"

"Oh my god! Blaine! You're right! On New Year's Eve, he went out, remember? On a date? That's probably her!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Probably. Do you want to go meet her?" Blaine asked, smiling at the light and excitement in Kurt's eyes. "Yes! Of course, come on!" Kurt tugged Blaine and ran slowly towards his father and the woman.

"Dad?" Kurt asked, interrupting his father. Burt looked up and a look of nervousness flash over his face. "Kurt. Why are you two wet?" Burt asked, eyeing their drenched hair, drops of water dripping down to their clothes.

"That's not the real question here. Hi, you are?" Kurt held out his hand to the woman, smiling excitedly. "Hello, Kurt. Congratulations on your marriage. I'm Carole, your dad's- urm- friend." The woman said nervous. She looked motherly, her eyes full of kindness and warmth. "You mean girlfriend, don't you?" Kurt's smiled wider.

"Kurt," Burt warned, glaring at his son. "Wait, haven't I seen you before?" Kurt said, trying to recall his memories. "You're the nurse in our school!" Blaine bellowed suddenly. "Oh my god that's right! The time I fainted in school!" Kurt chimed. 

"Okay, boys. Yes, Carole's the nurse from your school." The woman smiled shyly, her arm wrapped tightly around Burt's waist. "We'll tell you more another day, okay? Now go enjoy your wedding." Burt ordered, his nose scrunched. "Congratulations again, you two." The woman added.

"Congratulations, on landing my dad." Kurt teased once again before Blaine tugged him away and spun him in his spot. "Umm weddings really is a joyous occasion." Blaine mumbled into Kurt's neck, his lips brushing lightly on his cold skin. 

"They are. So full of love, and happiness. Um I don't think I've ever felt this happy." Kurt hummed. "I'm always happy around you," Blaine cooed, spinning Kurt again. "So what do you want to do on our first night as husband and husband?" Kurt asked lightly. 

"Well I'm taking you away on our honeymoon."

Kurt stopped in his tracks, and stared jaw hanging, wide eyed at his husband. "Honeymoon?"

"Well of course, Kurt." Blaine smiled confidently, twirling Kurt into his arms. "Where?" He asked, his eyes wide with excitement. "It's a surprise, but don't worry. It's not far." Blaine smiled, kissing his husband on his cheek. "I love you so much and I can't wait to take you away so we can be alone," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, his voice making the insides of Kurt flutter.

The party continued until deep into the night. Rachel's voice was the soundtrack of the night. She sang powerful ballads so effortlessly everyone was in awe of the girl. Kurt and Blaine stayed in each other's arms on the dance floor- swaying and dancing to each beat. 

Soon, Quinn and Puck left, the girl kissing Kurt lightly on his cheek and hugging Blaine as best as she could with her stomach being in the way. Puck awkwardly shook Kurt's hand, forcing a smile on his mouth- despite it looking fake, Kurt appreciated that he was here.

"You two better get going now," Mrs Anderson said as she halted beside Kurt and Blaine. "I'm so happy for the both of you, truly," she admitted, pulling them both into a hug. Tears stung in her golden eyes and she tighten her grasp on her son, and her son-in-law.

"Kurt, welcome to the family," she uttered, which made Kurt's tears flow down his cheeks. "I cannot be happier to have you as my son-in-law." she cooed. Mr Anderson pulled Kurt into a hug too after his wife released them from her envelopment. Kurt was speechless. He had never felt so welcome by a group of people, ever. 

"Congratulations. I love you kiddo," Mr Hummel said in a voice verging to tears. He wrapped his big arms around his son and tighten him into an embrace. "Your mother would be so happy for you," he whispered. Kurt's tear flowed violently down his cheeks as Blaine watched the two, over the shoulder of his mother he was smothering him with another tight hug.

"I love you dad. You're the best dad anyone could've asked for," Kurt mumbled, his voice cracking from his tears. "Now go on, and I'll see you when you get back.," the man encouraged. Kurt wiped his tears once more and turned around, only to be attacked with another hug, this time by a girl with brown locks.

"I'm so happy for you, Kurt. You deserve the best," Rachel cried, her arms wrapped tightly around Kurt's neck. "Thank you, Rachel," Kurt managed through his sobs. She pulled away and smiled encouragingly to Kurt, rubbing his arms lightly. "You know I consider you one of my best friends, right?" She asked, her voice sad and her tears fell gradually from her dark eyes.

"You're one of my best friends too- one of the only friends I have," Kurt admitted. He threw himself onto the girl and they both sobbed in happiness. "Now go. Go to your honeymoon! Go!" Rachel exclaimed excitedly.

Blaine and Kurt walked out of the beach, following the pathway to the car park. The small group of loved ones following closely behind them. They arrived at the car park, and a car awaited for them- decorated well with flowers at hood, cans trailing at the back like a tail, and a neatly written sign hung loosely at the trunk door- Just Married.

"Wow," Kurt said as he analysed the car. "I wanted our wedding to be as traditional as possible," Blaine surrendered. "I might have gone overboard I know."

"No. It's perfect." a tear snaked down Kurt's cheek, but Blaine wiped it away and smiled at him. "I love you," Blaine said.

They both got into the car, Kurt rolled down the window and smiled as he looked at the crowd of people waving at them, all wearing caring expressions. Kurt's tears flowed down violently as he waved back at the group of people, smiling widely- in happiness he never knew he could experience.

"Ready?" Blaine asked from the driver's seat. Kurt turned to look at Blaine and nodded, his eyes boring into the brown eyes he loved so much. "We need to go back to your house for you to pack, is that okay?" Blaine asked, leaning in to kiss Kurt on his lips. "Yes, lets go."

They drove quietly to The Hummels, sneaking flirty glances at each other as they drove. Blaine pulled into the driveway. Kurt emerged out of the vehicle and walked forward into the house, Blaine following closely. 

"I'll wait up here, okay?" Blaine said, pulling Kurt into his arms once they were inside the house. "Okay, baby. But what should I pack? Where are we going?" Kurt asked as Blaine grazed his teeth on Kurt's jawline.

"Just pack what you want. I don't want you in a lot of clothing on our honeymoon anyway." Blaine breathed seductively, biting on Kurt's flesh. Kurt blushed and threw his head back at the sensation. "Think we could sneak a quickie before we leave?" Kurt whispered in completely intimacy. "No, we'll have plenty of time to fuck once we get to our destination."

"Mmm but I need you now," Kurt pouted. "Go pack, baby." Blaine pulled away from Kurt and smiled. "Fine, but you just refused a request from your husband on our wedding night." Kurt but his lip. Kurt jolted when Blaine abruptly slapped his butt. "Hurry," he said.

Kurt disappeared down to his bedroom and Blaine busied himself in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water as he tried to process the fact that he was married- to Kurt. He smiled at the thought, blushing as the recollection of Kurt being inside of him in the beach. It was such a new sensation for Blaine he never knew someone could make him feel so deep in lust like Kurt had.

"Hurry up baby we need to leave soon!" Blaine exclaimed. He waited for a stubborn response about how it was difficult for Kurt to choose the different outfits to pack, but it was silent. No response came out from the room. "Kurt?" Blaine bellowed again, but again it was followed with silence.

He put his glass down on the counter and walked towards Kurt's bedroom, trying to search for the sound of rummaging clothes- or anything- but the room was silent. He descended down the stairs, step after step gradually. "Kurt?" Blaine called again. 

Like a tidal wave it hit him, his insides twirled in sickly feeling and the moist saliva in his mouth evaporated away- leaving his throat dry and hoarse. 

Kurt was sprawled on the carpet, his eyes closed, his lips sealed. He laid there like the time he was in a coma- he laid there lifeless.