Sept. 11, 2013, 4:46 p.m.
Piglet and Pooh: Chapter 16 - Twenty-Five Years Old
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"Kurt!" he heard as he picked up his cell, drowsy and trying to open his eyes long enough to read the caller ID.
"Rachel?"
"Yes, of course its Rachel...I have such good news!" she squealed into the phone.
"Ah...Rachel? Did you know its four in the morning? What could be so important..." he started to say, just to be interrupted with her high-pitched voice once again.
"Kuuurrtt. Get Blaine – I have to tell you both. Or...I could come over. That might be even better. Ice the champaign and I'll grab a cab," she offered.
"No! Ah, just a sec, I'll get Blaine. You'll never find a cab in Bushwick at this hour," he tried to be sensible, which was always a chore when dealing with Rachel Berry.
He turned to put a gentle hand on Blaine to wake him up, always careful of the way he woke him because of the PTSD, but he found Blaine was sitting up, rubbing his eyes like a toddler.
"What's wrong?" he asked, nodding at the cell phone.
"Rachel is calling – she has news and wanted to come over with champaign, but I told her I would wake you up."
"Put it on speaker..." Blaine said, blinking to try and wake up, "Rachel? What's up, honey?"
"Kurt? You're still there?" she asked.
"Yes, I am right here," he said, maybe a but snappish. Rachel, of course, didn't notice.
"Okay....Finn PROPOSED!" she screamed into her phone.
"Oh, that's nice," Kurt said. "About time," he whispered to Blaine.
"I heard that, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, and it wasn't funny!"
"Sorry, sweetheart, but we all knew he was going to one of these days," Kurt said, a little sad he had burst her bubble of happiness. Rachel didn't let it get under her skin, she was too excited.
"I know- you have both been so supportive over the years. He graduated and we were fighting yesterday over whether I would leave New York even though I am on Broadway, or he would leave the place he considers his home to come to the big, bad city....and I had hung up on him because I had just about given up - - and he knocked on the door a few hours ago, and now he's going to live here and we're getting married!" Rachel said at break-neck speed.
"I'm so happy for you, Rach!" Blaine said, hoping he could get back to sleep if she hung up soon.
"I want to take the two of you to lunch tomorrow and we can celebrate, okay? This is great!" Kurt enthused, hoping the same thing.
"Oh, thank you. I knew you would be excited. We'll meet at the that Bistro across from the drug store on 5th, okay?" Rachel said, seeming a bit distracted. They could hear the rumble of Finn's voice in the background.
"We'll be there at one. See you tomorrow, my dear," Kurt said and the line went dead.
"Well, this is interesting. I wonder if they'll get married here or in Ohio?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know, but I'm helping with the wedding dress. Rachel and I have been planning our weddings for years and I can't miss this opportunity," Kurt grinned, thinking of all the ideas they had shared over the years. He could hardly wait to begin.
"Kurt, come back to bed, baby. We have rehearsal at eight and I need sleep," Blaine whined. They were both in the same show for once, doing a revival of CATS! In a very off-Broadway venue. They were in the fourth week of rehearsal, both knew their lines and choreography, so it was much easier to go to work than it had been just two weeks ago.
Kurt climbed back under the sheets, and turned out the lamp. He closed his eyes, ready to fall back asleep when he felt a warm hand rub his back, gently stroking over his hipbone and across his ticklish stomach. A pair of soft lips kissed him on his neck, just under his jaw and he sighed in contentment as the hand grew bolder....he decided he didn't need all that much sleep after all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lima, Ohio six months later
"I went to see Murp at the convent today," Blaine told Kurt over lunch.
"Who? Oh, Sister Mary Paul. It just doesn't seem right to call a nun 'Murp', does it? How is she?" Kurt asked. They had made friends with the nun their last year at Dalton when she had loaned Blaine the key to the walled garden that bordered Dalton Academy grounds. After that, both boys had spent time helping the woman with various tasks: cooking for the soup kitchen, delivering Thanksgiving dinners to the needy, cleaning up the convent grounds. In return, Sister Mary Paul let them go to the walled garden for picnics and things.
"It was her idea to call her that name, not mine. She is doing well. She had her knee replaced and is having a lot of physical therapy. Its going very well for her and she tells me her knee is not painful any more," Blaine said. He didn't tell Kurt the real reason he'd gone to talk to her. That was a secret for now.
"Are you ready for the wedding tomorrow?" Blaine asked. He had been watching Kurt sew the bridesmaids dresses and finally Rachel's wedding dress this week. It had all seemed like some wild frenzy, but Kurt told him it was actually going quite well and it was all done -down to the last fitting of the flower girl.
"Yes, and I think Rachel is happy with everything. Funny, I thought she would be stressed and flighty and bossy. Instead, she was happy and sweet and a delight to work with. I kept thinking – who was this woman and what did they do with my Rachel?" Kurt grinned and Blaine laughed.
"I know she will be a vision of loveliness. I really am so happy for her and Finn. In spite of all their ups and downs, I think they'll make it. Did they ever decide about where to live?" Blaine asked.
"Yes. Finn is moving in with her in New York. She is finally giving up her Bushwick loft and moving to Greenwich Village. Finn has been saving for years and they're buying a small apartment. Weren't you here when she was telling me about it?" Kurt asked.
"No, it must have been the day Princess and I went to visit Mary Paul. Okay, do I need to do anything else before tomorrow? We got the flowers, I picked up the tuxes and they are safe in the 'Oscar Room' in the Berry's basement for us to get ready in tomorrow. Let's go for a stroll before we hit the sack. How does that sound?" Blaine asked. Kurt smiled and set down the ruffle he was repairing for Carole's dress.
Walking in the late afternoon sunshine, Blaine and Kurt held hands and Princess ranged behind them a little – sniffing the grass and loping forward a bit before coming back. She lifted her head and began to walk down a path, Blaine steering Kurt gently along to follow her. Kurt didn't even notice as he told Blaine stories of all the bridesmaids and how difficult they had been to fit.
Eventually, he ran out of stories and they talked about the things they had done when they lived here, reminiscing about Dalton and their friends. They were close to Dalton, but Blaine wasn't sure if Kurt recognized the place he was headed. They were now walking beside an old brick wall when Blaine stopped.
"What's wrong? Oh, did Princess find another squirrel to chase?" Kurt asked, looking for the little setter, but Princess came around to Blaine's side and sat down. Kurt looked behind him, curious as to why Blaine had stopped, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary until he turned back and Blaine was holding out an old key. It looked familiar, but it took Kurt a few moments before he recognized it – and began searching for the door in the garden wall.
Fitting the key into the locked door, he pushed it open and stepped into the garden. It was the 'Secret Garden' that Blaine had taken him to when they were only seventeen.
"Blaine!" Kurt squealed, jumping into his arms. "This is the garden...I've dreamed about this garden for so long. Oh, thank you for thinking about this. I think its the prettiest place in all of Ohio," Kurt declared. Blaine grinned. It was late summer but the garden was still blooming and so beautiful, in spite of the fact it had been left to grow wild over thirty years ago.
Blaine took Kurt's hand and they walked around the grounds, past the lilacs that bloomed in the spring, the roses that were bearing the last of the year's blooms, the dark green groundcover that stayed green all winter. They walked all the way around until they were back at the wrought iron swing next to the rows of lilacs. Blaine took out his handkerchief and dusted off the seat, sweeping his arm for Kurt to sit. He stood, his hands in Kurt's for a moment as he lost himself in those ocean-blue eyes. Kurt smiled up at him, looking so beautiful with sun-kissed freckles across his nose and his long eyelashes sweeping his cheeks as he closed his eyes for a moment.
Blaine sank to one knee, still looking at Kurt, noting the look of astonishment on his face as he took the little box from his jacket pocket to open and hold for Kurt to see.
Blaine stuttered for the first time since grade-school and had to start again, but he got the question out and of course Kurt said yes. They kissed for a while, the feeling so new and yet it was a feeling they had shared since the first time Blaine held out his hand and offered his friendship to Kurt back in the children's theatre when they were eight years old. Maybe they both knew, even then, that they were meant to be together for the rest of their lives.
The sun was going down, but the men remained sitting in the garden and rocking on the swing and talking about their dreams.
"What did you think about us when we were little kids?" Blaine asked.
"I knew I wanted to kiss you. I couldn't believe we were Piglet and Pooh in the play, but there was no kissing. My dad laughed at me," Kurt said, a light blush coloring his cheeks at the memory. "You?"
"I knew you wanted me to defend you – when Rachel asked you why you cut your hair. The look on your face just told me you didn't want to tell her, so I asked her to leave you alone. You were mine, at least in my head, from the first minute and I knew I'd never let anyone take you away from me," Blaine said with a serious face.
"I think we were too close, maybe, for a while. How did I not know you were pining for me the same way I was pining for you....and how did Dad keep our secrets? He knew we were in love long before we admitted it to each other," Kurt shook his head.
"Before we admitted it to ourselves, I think," Blaine added.
"Blaine, if you could go back and change anything – would you?" Kurt asked. So much had happened to Blaine in those years, did he regret anything he had done, anything he'd had control over?
"Actually, I used to think that a lot – if only. If only Cooper's girlfriend hadn't molested me, if only we didn't get beat up at the dance, if only Trent hadn't lost his mind that night.....but really, Kurt, I don't think I would. If I hadn't had bad things happen, I might not have held on to you for dear life and I can't imagine a day that I might have turned a different way, met someone else, moved on from you. I'd like to think it wouldn't have happened, but you never know. If you are the reward for living through that hell, then I think I've won it all," Blaine said, looking deep into Kurt's eyes so Kurt would know he told the truth.
"Blaine, you saved me every bit as much as I saved you and you know it. From the first moment I felt your warm hand slipping into mine to give me courage the first day, to the night I found you had followed me to camp...every minute since then...Blaine you have saved me. I know we belong together, we are destined to spend the rest of our lives hand in hand – don't you think?" Kurt asked, bringing Blaine's hand to cover his heart.
"I think we are. No, I know we are, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Now, its getting dark. I think we better get back to Papa Hummel's castle before we turn into pumpkins," Blaine kidded. He stood up, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him up and into his waiting arms. He kissed Kurt over and over before he whistled for Princess and they walked out of the garden and back to Kurt's old Navigator for the drive home to Lima.
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"Oh, Rachel was so beautiful!" Blaine enthused, "Her dress was a dream, and I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you. The music was inspired and both Finn and Rachel were over the moon when they heard the song you wrote for the wedding. When did you do that?" Kurt asked.
"While you were sewing – I had to do something with my time while you ignored me," Blaine pouted, his lower lip sticking out. Kurt giggled.
"How was I supposed to sew a hundred yards of chiffon with you on my lap, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt asked, a sly smile hidden on his face as he pressed into Blaine's neck to kiss him.
Blaine just giggled back.
They swayed to the music, hardly noticing the other people on the dance floor at the wedding until Santana and Brittany danced closer.
"I'm cutting in," Santana said, trading Britt for Blaine as they continued dancing.
"Hey, I'm leading..." Kurt said, then looked at Santana's face and grinned. "Okay, go ahead."
"Of course, my pretty pony. You cut a mean rug," she said, actually smiling at Kurt as they danced across the floor where Puck was dancing with Lauren. Once more partners were traded and Kurt found himself leading Lauren.
All of the friends danced through the evening, Kurt even getting to dance with Finn for a few steps as they laughed at the memory of their dance at their parents' wedding.
Blaine made his way back to Kurt and they danced over to the doors of the balcony. Stepping outside, they walked arm in arm over to the railing and looked across the Berry's back lawn.
"When do you want to get married?" Blaine asked. "Ohio doesn't recognize same sex couples yet, so we might have to do it in New York."
"Blaine, I can say it doesn't matter as long as I get to marry you – but we both know our hearts are here with our families. I've been thinking that we could maybe do the civil ceremony at the courthouse in New York, then come here and have a wedding. I don't want some lawmaker or conservative politician telling me I can't marry the love of my life in the place that is dearest to my heart." Kurt sounded upset, but Blaine knew how he felt. They might not want to live in Ohio, but their families were here, they had grown up here, their friends were here. Plus, Blaine had a good idea of where he wanted to have the ceremony.
"Baby, I think that is exactly what we'll do. Let's get married in the spring, okay? We don't have any birthdays or other anniversaries in the family in the first part of May. How does that sound? May first, next year?"
"Its a date!" Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's lips. "I love you so much, Blaine. You are the best thing in my life and always will be."
"I could say the same, my love. Let's go home. I'm tired and all I want is to snuggle with you in that tiny bed in Papa Burt's basement," Blaine grinned, taking Kurt's hand.
"You just want to have sex with me.." Kurt whispered and Blaine giggled.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Several months later, Kurt walked in the door of their New York apartment. Blaine was sitting at the table, his head in his hands and his cell phone to his ear. Kurt could tell from his posture that he was upset and he looked ready to cry. Kurt asked with a facial expression if Blaine needed him now or if it was private, but all Blaine did was shrug and wilt. He ended the conversation and set the cell down as if it were made of glass.
"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Kurt asked. He glanced around and decided Seb and Trent weren't home.
Blaine just sat for a minute, very still with a bewildered expression on his face. He coughed and cleared his throat, swallowing several times, and then finally looked at Kurt. It was then that the tears came, running down his face and sobs coming from his chest – his arms held out for Kurt. There was something wrong, something missing and Kurt was ready to panic when he realized what it was. Blaine was crying and Princess was not pressing herself against him; not placing her front legs in his lap and reaching her silky red head up to kiss his face.
"Oh, my god, Blaine...where is Princess?" he gasped, looking at Blaine's red eyes with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Oh, Blaine..what happened?" Princess had been practically joined to his hip since he was fifteen years old.
Blaine looked up and hiccuped.
"She's at the vet. They made me come home, Kurt. They wouldn't let me stay with her...." he said, standing up and throwing his arms around Kurt so that he practically knocked him over. Kurt nudged his fiancé over to the sofa and sat him down. Kurt Knelt in front of Blaine, took his hands and looked deep into his eyes.
"Okay, tell me everything. When I left for rehearsal you and Princess were fine. What happened?" Kurt asked.
Blaine told him through sobs. "I was walking her over to that little park kitty-corner from the pastry shop. We started across the street – she was on her leash – and the guy turned on a posted 'no turn' light and he almost hit me. She saw what was about to happen, I guess, because she knocked me down and the car hit her instead. The guy stopped and was really sorry and everything. He took her in his car and we rushed her to the vet," Blaine explained.
"What did the vet say? Is she going to be all right?" Kurt asked, taking in the pallor and dark circles under Blaine's eyes. His eyes were swollen and the sadness was seeping out of every pore.
"Her leg was broken and maybe her hip. They were taking X-rays, but she cried so much they were going to have to sedate her. I called Seb and he came and brought me home. I've been waiting for them to call. I just got off the phone, but the vet doesn't have all the results yet. He's in with her now," Blaine said.
"You should have called me," Kurt said.
"You were in rehearsal and your phone was off. I was just about to call the theater manager when I heard your key in the door. I knew you couldn't do anything until I heard back..." Blaine said. Kurt leaned forward and put his arms around Blaine's shoulders.
"We'll get her the best surgeon in the world, baby. I promise we'll do everything possible for her," he said, patting Blaine on the back and sending a silent prayer to his mother just in case she might be able to look out for the dog for them.
An hour later, the vet called back. Princess had broken her leg in two places but the hip wasn't damaged as they had first thought. He had set the break in the leg with a plate that would have to be removed at a later time. Blaine could pick her up in the morning if she had a quiet night.
"See, Babe, she is going to be okay. We'll have the whole weekend to spoil her, I don't have to be back at the theater until Monday afternoon. What's your schedule?" Kurt asked.
"About the same. Since I'm understudy for this production, I don't need to be there unless they call and I know John won't miss a single performance. He never does," Blaine told Kurt. "Its the first time I'm glad of his record," he said with a weak attempt at a smile. At least the tears had stopped.
Princess came home the next day, confined to the floor ie. no jumping on sofa or bed, no climbing stairs, and no walks for the first three weeks. In spite of being ten years old, she was in excellent health which was what had saved her in the end. When Kurt called his dad to tell him about the accident, Burt reminded his son that Irish Setters often lived to be fifteen or more years. Nobody was looking forward to the day Princess was going to be gone from their lives.
Over the next month, Princess got better in leaps and bounds, ever eager to be going with Blaine whenever he left the apartment. With the vet's approval, Princess went for her first walk with Kurt and Blaine on a chilly day in November. She seemed to be back to her old self, but Blaine noticed that she was a bit slower than she used to be and she was sleeping more.
Kurt began to worry about the day Princess wouldn't be with them any more and dreading it. He wondered if getting a new puppy now might help? Probably not. Did Blaine even need Princess for the same reason he used to – he didn't really have any panic attacks any more that Kurt could see, but Blaine had hidden them from him in the past. In the end, he just tried not to worry about it.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Christmas had come and gone, both Kurt and Blaine had been in shows through the holidays so there had been no trip home to Ohio for them. Burt, Carole, and Blaine's father, Palmer, came to visit. They had a nice time together but it was such a fast visit and work was waiting.
Life had changed for both of them. As roles on Broadway got bigger and better, it got harder to walk out in public. Fans followed them to restaurants and even followed Blaine to the park when he walked Princess – the dog even had her own fan club. Blaine took it with good grace, chatting with people who stopped him on the street. Kurt was perhaps less gregarious, but never rude. Rachel loved every minute of it and would stand at the stage door and talk to the little girls who adored her for an hour past closing.
March, New York City
Ring.
Hello?
Rachel, this is Kurt.
I know it's you. What can I do for you, honey?
Blaine and I were wondering what you and Finn were doing this afternoon?
Not much. I was thinking of going to the dressmaker, but that can be rearranged. Why?
Can you meet us at the courthouse at 2?
Of course. What's going on?
Just be there. Dress nice.
That afternoon, Rachel showed up on the steps of the courthouse holding Finn's hand tightly.
"I don't know, Finn – he sounded excited and asked us to meet him here. Wait, there's Seb and Trent. Maybe they know what's going on?"
Seb walked over to Rachel, giving her a quick hug and Fin a friendly handshake, Trent gave both of them handshakes. Rachel smiled and asked if they knew what was up.
"No clue. Blaine said this was a central place to meet, but he was being very mysterious about the reason. I know Kurt's birthday isn't until May and Blaine's was back in February...maybe they found their new apartment? I kept telling them mine is big enough for all of us but they have been looking for one going on three months now," Seb explained.
"I guess we'll find out soon enough. Here they are," Trent smirked, nodding at a taxi that had stopped at the front steps. Kurt had emerged in a white tux and handed Blaine out, dressed in the very same tux but in white. Both had pale green cummerbunds and bowties. Princess came next sporting a large pink and green bow attached to her service harness and wagging her tail. Their smiles outshone anything they were wearing, though, and the same thought came to each of their friends at the same time.
"Oh, my God. They're getting married!" Rachel squealed.
"I knew it! Kurt! Come here, Bro," Finn shouted, gathering his brother in his arms but careful not to wrinkle the tux. He turned to Blaine to give him a hug, too.
"Hey, be careful..." Kurt admonished, but there was no venom in it. Kurt's smile was pure and genuine as he hugged his brother back. Gone was the fumbling, clumsy boy of their teen years. Finn was dressed in a nice suit with a dark green tie and a crisp white shirt. He looked every inch the dignified psychologist that he was now. Rachel was dressed in a dark gray wool suit with a pink silk blouse which just happened to match the grooms.
Seb was now working for his father's company and dressed as the business executive he was, Trent dressed in a similar fashion although he wasn't working yet.
"Let's all go in – our appointment is in fifteen minutes and I don't want to be late," Blaine said, sounding nervous and taking Kurt's hand. He leaned close and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leading him into the building.
All four of their friends were allowed to sign as witnesses and the party went to Sardi's for an early supper.
"So, why all the secrecy – and I can't believe you got married at the courthouse with no wedding ceremony? Kurt, we've been dreaming of having a huge wedding since we were little children," Rachel asked. She was happy to be included in the civil wedding, but still disappointed to lose her chance to be matron of honor at Kurt and Blaine's extravaganza that she had pictured.
"Aww, did you want a pretty dress and a wedding cake?" Kurt teased. Rachel stuck out her lower lip and pouted like she used to in kindergarten – a habit she never lost throughout high school, college, and now.
"Well, I think we can make that dream come true," Blaine giggled, taking her hand and kissing it. He winked at Finn who laughed, too.
"Ah...are we having the reception at the apartment?" Trent asked.
"You better be hiring caterers, I'm not cleaning up after that party no matter how close we are," Seb said. Nobody thought he was kidding.
"Actually, you are all cordially invited to attend what we will consider our real wedding in Lima, Ohio on May first. Since Ohio and its backwards politicians haven't allowed equality in marriage yet, we had to do it here to make it legal, but we're having the wedding there in May," Kurt announced.
Blaine poured the champaign and everyone toasted the grooms, promising to be there for the 'real' wedding in May. Princess laid down beside her master, eating the little tidbits he was sneaking her under the table and waving her tail.
Hours after the dinner party, Seb and Trent were spending the night at Trent's mom's apartment so as to leave the new grooms a night by themselves.
Kurt took off the tuxedo he had made, hanging all the pieces up in the closet to be used for the big wedding in May. He was just a bit apprehensive because while he and Rachel had planned their weddings down to the last flower, Blaine had stated that he was taking over the venue and flowers so Kurt could concentrate on the clothes and music. Kurt wanted to do it all, but Blaine was not budging an inch on his stand and so Kurt graciously let him be – then called his father to complain. Burt backed Blaine up as did Carole and Palmer. Kurt gave up. None of it really mattered if he got to call Blaine his husband for the rest of his life.
Blaine came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and bringing a stack of tuxedo parts on hangers to be stored in the closet. He smiled at Kurt, sort of shy.
"Blaine? Are you nervous? Its not as if we have never done this before you know..." Kurt soothed the beautiful man sitting across from him on a chair. Both men were wearing their pajama pants and Kurt walked over to lean down and take the towel from Blaine's hand. He began drying his curls, fluffing them and finally setting the towel aside to kiss his ear and the nape of his neck.
"I'm not...not afraid or anything, but maybe a bit nervous. I can hardly believe my dreams have come true, Kurt. You're mine. Mine forever. I know its only a piece of paper, that it is a man-made convention that isn't even afforded to everyone. But it means so, so much to me," Blaine said in a soft voice, not sure Kurt felt the same way.
"I get to call you 'husband', Blaine. I have been dreaming of this day since we were teenagers. There were times I thought I might lose you, times I thought you had lost yourself and this would never happen. I know I would never have left you, baby, but I didn't know what form it would take. To see you here with me, whole and healthy, happy and so full of life – its the best gift I could ever have. Honestly? It makes me believe in God again. Who else could have given you to me?" Kurt said, tears stinging his eyes as he cupped Blaine's chin in his palm and kissing him.
"I love you, Kurt, and I pray we'll never be parted," Blaine said, standing up and taking Kurt's hand once again. "Let's go to bed now."
The lights of New York were visible through the open windows that led to the balcony outside the bedroom, giving them just enough light to see what they needed to. Kurt and Blaine shed their clothes before getting into bed, quickly moving close to each other and lying in each other's arms. They kissed for a long time, speaking soft whispers of love and faith and hope as they rediscovered each other.
"I want to make love, Kurt...not anything else. Just make love tonight," Blaine whispered into Kurt's skin as he kissed down his chest.
"Where do you want me?"
"I want to be on top tonight, if that's okay. We can get each other ready first, in case we change our minds?" Blaine suggested and Kurt got out the new bottle of astroglide. Kurt spread the slick substance on his fingers, sliding the first one in and trembling as he felt and heard Blaine moan. Earlier in their lovemaking years they had often done it in a 69 manner, both offering stimulation to the other at the same time, but as they got used to their bodies they agreed it was so much better to concentrate on one at a time.
"Mmmmm...yes, babe, right there," Blaine whispered, his legs quivering as he opened up and relaxed for Kurt. He could hear Kurt's breath quicken with every slide and it wasn't long before he was using two, then three fingers. Kurt was careful not to spend too much time with rubbing past the bundle of nerves that made Blaine gasp because he wanted this to last all night. Blaine stopped him and moved to sit up, taking Kurt in his arms to lie him down on the bed.
"Ready?" he asked and Kurt nodded, his erection hard and wanting. Blaine covered his fingers with lube and entered Kurt slowly, a bit surprised as Kurt bucked his hips up to encourage Blaine to go faster. Blaine leaned over to kiss Kurt, drawing slow circles with his tongue down his chest and abdomen as he slowly stretched his husband, making him ready. Kurt couldn't help but reach and take Blaine's cock in his hand, gently moving his fingers over the surface as Blaine prepared him.
It was like a dance, slow and rhythmic, loving and making Kurt feel as though he was being cared for in every inch of his being. His love for Blaine was overflowing, his mind concentrating on every touch, every movement. The tempo increased, Blaine moving at a quickened pace as he felt the warmth gathering in his spine, down to the lower quadrant of his belly like a snake coiling to strike. His breaths came fast and loud, his muscles burning as he held Kurt up while he thrust into him.
"Blaine...oh, slow down, it will come too quickly, baby, and I want it to last..." Kurt managed to say and Blaine slowed, the rhythm of it changing as he caught his breath and felt the warmth waiting for him. Blaine pulled out reluctantly, his body screaming at him to stay but he resisted. Kurt grasped him around the shoulders, not understanding why he'd stopped but not protesting.
Blaine lay beside Kurt, keeping contact with his hands as he stroked down Kurt's sides, moving up and down his chest and thighs until he could hear the pleading in the noises Kurt made.
"Come and take me now," he whispered into Kurt's ear and he felt his husband's heart rate increase as he moved to do just that.
Entering Blaine, Kurt felt the heat and the velvety touch gripping him as he pushed gently forward, Blaine's moans his reward for each thrust. Kurt opened his eyes, looking into Blaine's golden depths and seeing his love returned. They were meant to be together. Kurt wanted to go slowly, he really did, but his body had been denied once and wasn't going to be denied again. He found himself thrusting faster and harder than he meant to and tried to slow, but Blaine had his hands on Kurt's back as he pulled him closer, faster...and nothing was going to stop it as they were both striving for perfection in the final seconds. Kurt burst into Blaine with a flood of warm semen that thrummed through his whole body, bringing Blaine along with him and they moaned and shouted out their love. They stayed wrapped around each other through the night, waking up to make love again and falling back to sleep cuddled together again and again.