"I don't know, Kurt, is it close enough to everything?" Blaine asked. They had spent another fruitless day looking at apartments in New York and not finding the one that called their names.

"Just say you don't like it. You don't have to be diplomatic or form nice words about an apartment you don't want, Blaine. Let's just go get something to eat," Kurt groused. Nothing they had seen was what they wanted and it was beginning to wear on him. They had agreed on several things: they needed a secure, private building with a doorman. Their fans, while for the most part were very respectful, a few were clingy and a few didn't know boundaries.

Last week Kurt had been walking with Rachel from the theater to find a taxi when a fan had followed them, begging for Kurt to sign her breast – which she bared for him in spite of his protests. Rachel had screeched loudly enough for the security guard at the theater to come and take the woman away.

"We can go back to looking tomorrow, Kurt. I'm bushed and we have lunch planned with Finn, remember?" Blaine mentioned.

"Oh, right...that was today. Okay, its only a few blocks from the bookstore, so we can go pick up the books I ordered and make it just in time," Kurt said and they smiled at each other before taking hands and Blaine whistled for a taxi.

"We're supposed to be meeting my brother here at one," Kurt said to the hostess as they removed their jackets and gave them to the hat check girl.

"Hudson?" the woman asked and Kurt nodded. "Right this way – and if you don't mind me saying so, I loved you in West Side Story, Mr. Anderson. You were the best Tony ever."

"Ah, you must be mistaking me for someone else? I've never played Tony on Broadway," Blaine said, a confused smile on his face. He was starring in "How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying" right now.

The woman giggled.

"Oh, Blaine – don't you recognizing me?" she asked. He looked at her critically when Kurt grabbed his sleeve.

"Harmony?" he said, grinning.

"The very same. I was so pleased to see the two of you make it – maybe a bit less to see Rachel, too. We were big competitors, you know," the woman laughed. She had been in a rival show choir and was on the wait list for NYADA when Rachel was a student there.

"Rachel is doing well, she is between shows right now because she's expecting. She is planning to announce it later this week. Too bad, she was so excited to play Princess Jasmine," Blaine added.

Kurt pulled out his phone as it vibrated.

"Oh, look – speak of the devil, its Rachel calling. Please excuse me for a second," Kurt said while Blaine chatted with Harmony as he waited for Finn. Kurt was back in a few moments.

"Harmony, Rachel says to tell you hello and that if you call this number and mention you are a friend of hers, you can probably get an audition for Jasmine. They want to recast the understudy before she makes her announcement. Aladdin the Musical still has probably another year to run, so I"d get over there if you can."

Kurt would have fallen if Blaine hadn't grabbed his arm because Harmony threw herself at him, kissing all over his face with her bright red lipstick. He laughed and gently pushed her back.

"Oh, thank you, Kurt...this is the best thing that's happened to me since I set foot in New York!" she squealed.

"Well, it's just an audition, it isn't an offer – but from what I remember of you singing 'Buenos Aires' from Evita, you'll shine. Good Luck, and if you get the part we'll be there to cheer you on."

Harmony led them to their table just as Finn walked in the door. She smiled and said goodbye and walked back to her station, her head in the clouds. Finn walked by her, then did a bit of a double take.

"Yes, it's her," Kurt grinned as his brother sat down across from them.

"Harmony?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, Rachel called just as we recognized her and told her about the auditions for Jasmine. Harmony's going to try out I think," Blaine said.

"That was nice," Finn smiled. There was a day when Rachel hadn't been such a charitable person. She had grown up a lot since her high school day and having Finn as a husband made her even more sweet.

"So, how excited are you about the new little bundle?" Blaine asked. "Rachel was so excited that you hardly got a word in edgewise."

"Yeah, she's pretty stoked. She could probably work another six weeks, but the doctor was a bit worried about her blood pressure and I think we'd rather be cautious for now," Finn replied.

"Uncle Blaine," Kurt said, looking at his husband with a bright smile.

"Well, that makes you Uncle Kurt then," Finn laughed.

The waitress came and took their orders.

"Now, let me get to why I asked you two to have lunch with me today," Finn stated when their lunch was served. Kurt and Blaine both looked interested. Princess picked up her head from her paws to look at Blaine, then waved her tail and laid back down for a nap.

"Well, I opened the clinic a few months ago, and everything is going great. I was thinking that even though you have a lot on your plates already, you might want to join me for a special project – after all, it was inspired by you. I was thinking we could get it up and running this summer maybe...."

The lunch lasted almost two hours as the plans for the new project were discussed and a lot of fun and memories finally started to be talked about. It had been a long time since Kurt had the time to just sit and talk to his brother and Blaine was every bit as enthused. He had spent almost as much time with Finn as Kurt had, after all.

"I better get home to Rachel, she just sent me a text that she's craving chop suey and ice cream. Where can I get vegetarian chop suey?" Finn asked, grinning.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The early spring was chilly in New York and both Kurt and Blaine had curtailed their schedules knowing the wedding was about to take over their lives. They may have been legally married, but it wasn't real to them until they walked down that aisle on their fathers' arms.

Rachel, as the matron of honor, had to have panels put into her dress to accommodate her ever-increasing waistline. Several of the others were hard to fit from long distance and it was finally decided that the boys would go to Lima a week in advance to work on the clothes for some of the wedding party.

Kurt had met Rachel at Tiffany's one day to shop for Blaine's ring in secret. He knew what he wanted, but it was so much better to have someone to flail over the rings with. Unbeknown to Kurt, Blaine had also asked Rachel to accompany him to Tiffany's and she steered him to buy the same ring, which he did without a clue that they would have matching wedding rings. Rachel, for the first time in her life, kept the secret, but inside she was clapping and jumping up and down to know how perfect this was going to go.

The day in May was approaching when Blaine let Kurt know that he had to go to Westerville a few days early to do some last minute prep for the venue. Kurt had been having nightmares of silly places Blaine might choose for the wedding: King's Island Amusement Park's roller coaster with the grooms shouting out 'I do' from the front car as they screamed through a wild turn and drop; having the whole wedding party in boats on the lake, paddling into position as the officiant tried to balance while reading the vows...all kinds of wild things went through Kurt's head making him wake up with a jerk, sweating and cursing.

"Hey, Kurt...was that another one?" Blaine asked the week before the wedding. "Where did you dream about this week?"

"It was the worst one yet – Breadstix. And everyone was throwing those horrible breadsticks at us instead of rice and one hit you in the head and we were off to the hospital with you having a concussion..." Kurt said all in one breath, but Blaine was laughing so hard Kurt turned his back and threatened to go sleep on the sofa. Blaine, of course, settled him down with some kisses leading from his chest up to his neck and to that tender spot under his ear, kissing softly and humming the wedding march as he coaxed Kurt to lie back down and go back to sleep.

Kurt suddenly sat up, knowing exactly where Blaine had booked the wedding. It was formal and so beautiful and Kurt knew it would be perfect. The staircase at Dalton where they had waltzed all the way down stairs to Blaine singing 'Teenage Dream' the first week they were going to school there. The school had been mostly empty and nobody was in that hall that day. Blaine was feeling particularly romantic and Kurt was loving every minute of it when Blaine took his hand and they went down the curved stairs, dancing like Fred and Ginger without a missed step between them. Kurt smiled, happy he had figured out Blaine's little secret – although he would act surprised on the day and not ruin his fun.

Back in Lima, Burt had picked up both Blaine and his dad at the airport – Kurt would be coming later with Rachel and Finn. There were a lot of things to do before Kurt got there and the plan was to not let Kurt and Blaine see each other until the actual wedding.

The first thing Blaine did was go to visit a friend and do some final arrangements, writing a big check from his trust fund to cover the cost of his surprise.

The week was hard work getting everything ready, but it was fun and Blaine was pleasantly surprised at the help he got from his former Warbler brothers in getting everything perfect.

Kurt was so nervous – he might have danced down that staircase six years ago, but he wasn't sure he could navigate it today and he wanted to practice. He had been walking up and down the stairs with every kind of step and dance move he could recall whenever nobody could see him. His friends were there to help – Mercedes and Tina had been right by his side all week, helping with all the last minute errands and fittings. The wardrode mistress from Kurt's last Broadway show had come to do final fittings and help Kurt, too.

They had done all of this while dodging the media and fans – which was probably easier for Broadway actors than it was for an actor in a movie or television show, but annoying to say the least. So far, it was still a very well-kept secret and no reporters or fans had shown up.

It was the morning of the wedding and Kurt got up early. Well, he hadn't even gone to bed the night before, he was so nervous. Seb and Trent came over to see if they could calm his nerves while Rachel and Finn were guests at the Anderson mansion to keep Blaine busy and distracted.

"How are you feeling?" Seb asked, walking into Blaine's childhood bedroom.

"Good. Nervous....but good. In just under three hours, I'm going to be married to the only man I've ever loved, to the love of my life. How can anyone's life be better than that?" he asked. Princess, lying on the rug by the bed, wagged her tail. She knew her master was happy, although of course she had no idea why. Seb was going to take her to the wedding because both men refused to get married without the 'best girl in their lives'. Kurt had talked Blaine out of making her the flower girl, though.

"Thank you, Seb. You have been the best friend we could ever have had. I love you," Blaine said, hugging the man close to his chest and holding him there for a few minutes, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Well, we can get in a quickie before we leave for the ceremony if you want," Seb winked, knowing it would make Blaine laugh. It did.

At the Hummel house, Rachel and Finn were talking to Kurt for a few minutes. They were leaving first, then Mercedes and Tina would go with Kurt.

"Did you sign on the new house yet?" Finn asked, knowing that they had finally found a place they loved.

"Yeah, I have, but I kind of forgot to mention it to Blaine. I thought I could have you and Sebastian supervise the moving of our things to the new house while we're on our honeymoon?" he asked.

"No problem. We had that worked out before when you guys thought you got the place in Morningside, but the Upper West is so much better. Do you have the keys? Oh, and the exact address?" Finn asked as Kurt dug through his bag to find the extra set.

"Okay. Just...well, I have the new furniture ready to be delivered on the 6th, right? You know which room is ours and all..." Kurt said.

"Bro, I know which rooms, I have the list of phone numbers, I know what you want on the bedroom walls. I can even make the bed up with those sinfully soft sheets you and Anderson are addicted to. Everything will be ready when you get home on the 15th. Okay?" Finn asked, patient for once.

Kurt threw his arms around his brother and kissed his cheek. Finn was startled, but took it in good humor, grinning when Kurt winked at him. Rachel pinched Kurt's side and wagged a finger at him," Uh-uh, that's my husband, Kurt. You have your own, sweetie. Speaking of, we had best get going. I'll see you at the wedding!" she smiled, kissing Kurt's cheek and hugging him before leaving.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Blaine arrived at the wedding venue just a little early. Kurt thought they were starting at noon, but Blaine had called everyone to tell them it was really eleven so Kurt would be the last one to arrive. The man prayed that his plans would work out. It mostly depended on a few key players, but he knew Burt and Mercedes would be able to handle a nervous Kurt.

Everyone had arrived and the cars were all hidden a short distance away. There were three horse-drawn carriages that had brought all the guests to the place and they were all seated when Burt drove by Dalton Academy. Kurt suddenly looked up from where he was in the back, holding Mercedes hand while Tina sat in the front with Burt.

"Hey, Dad...you missed the turn for Dalton. Oh, you can still get in the teacher's parking lot from here," he said.

"I can drive, Kurt. Quit worrying, okay?" Burt said, doing a great job of keeping his smile to himself.

"Here, let's make sure your hair is right," Mercedes distracted him.

Burt pulled up in the Dalton parking lot and the girls helped Kurt out. He was looking at his father, wondering why he had parked so far from the doors when he heard Tina gasp. He turned quickly to see a Cinderella carriage drive up, four white horses pulling it with the driver and a footman in old-fashioned costumes to help the passengers. His eyes got huge as he looked at his father – who could no longer keep the smile from his face.

Kurt was absolutely speechless as the footman held out a hand to Kurt, who entered the carriage to sit next to his father. Mercedes and Tina sat across from them.

It was a short ride to the edge of the park in back of Dalton, then down the path and along an old brick wall to an open oak door leading to a quiet garden.

Blaine was standing at the entrance, his face revealing his nerves until he caught sight of Kurt – and the sun never shown brighter than that man's smile. He met the carriage and held Kurt's hand as he walked as if in a dream to his groom, throwing his arms around Blaine's shoulders.

"Oh, Kurt, are you crying? Don't cry, baby, you're getting married in a few minutes and I want you to be beautiful," Blaine whispered in his ear. Kurt brushed the tears from his face and Blaine touched his cheek, removing the last one. Palmer Anderson was waiting for Blaine as the wedding party started down the aisle: Tina and Seb, Mercedes and Trent, Finn and Rachel. Then Palmer took Blaine's arm and Burt took Kurt's and they entered the Secret Garden.

The entire garden was in bloom, from the tulips and daisies to the roses and lilacs, the natural perfume of spring making the whole place a wonderland. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek and held tightly to his father's hand as he walked down the path between the climbing roses and the lilac bushes, taking a deep breath of the scent that reminded him of such amazingly good memories in this garden. Kurt wondered briefly if he was dreaming and he trembled at the over-stimulation as he followed Blaine down the aisle. Burt felt the quiver and held his son's arm tighter.

"Kurt, are you alright?" he whispered and Kurt gave him a sweet smile and a nod. He didn't trust himself to speak just yet. Burt knew and smiled at Kurt, so proud of his son and wishing Elizabeth could be here today to see her boy on his wedding day. He knew she would love Blaine and that set his heart easy.

They got to the end of the aisle, the officiant standing under the blooming cherry tree and smiling at the men before him.

He spoke the words Kurt and Blaine had written together, then asked for the rings. Finn and Seb handed them to him and he blessed them, handing Blaine's to Kurt and Kurt's to Blaine. There was a second of panic as the grooms thought they had them mixed up, then a ray of sunshine as Rachel nudged them and they realized it was the same design – one with Blaine's initials and one with Kurt's.

They placed the rings on their grooms' hands and the ceremony was done. The priest pronounced them married. They kissed the traditional ceremonial kiss and a cheer went up all over the garden. They were led by their fathers to the other side where a dance floor had been constructed and a quartet played music.

It was a beautiful wedding, even if it wasn't the legally binding one, but that part didn't matter to the grooms. They danced with each other and with each and every guest at the small wedding. They cut the cake and were very sweet and fed each other carefully, neither wanting smeared frosting on their lovely clothes.

Blaine pulled Kurt away, walking to the secluded spot under the overhanging lilacs on the little stone bench and patted it so Kurt would sit beside him.

"I love my ring, Blaine. You have such good taste," Kurt smirked, looking at his new husband. Blaine giggled.

"So, Rachel went with you, too, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah....did she influence you?" Kurt asked.

"I don't think so...you?" Blaine asked.

"I didn't think so, either. Maybe we just picked the same one?" Kurt asked, then smiled. That was entirely possible. He and Blaine had thought about a wedding and clothes and rings for so long, they might very well have picked the same one, Rachel escorting them or not.

"I got you a present, my love," Blaine said, looking up when he heard the bushes rustle – but it was just Princess, coming to sit by her master. Kurt grinned at the dog and stroked her ears.

"What is it?" Kurt asked, his eyes sparkling, "Because getting you as my husband was the best gift I could ever receive." Blaine ducked his head and blushed, sneaking a hand close to touch Kurt's fingertips.

"This is just a bit more. Here, open it," Blaine said and took a wrapped box from his coat pocket. Kurt took it and removed the paper, opening the box to find an antique key. He knew it was the key to the garden, but...? He looked in puzzlement at Blaine.

"Ah...I bought you a garden."

"What?" Kurt said in astonishment, looking at Blaine's beautiful, rich hazel eyes in wonder.

"Sister Mary Paul called me a few weeks ago and told me the church was going to sell this property. She knew how much we loved it and I called the Arch Diocese and gave them an offer. They accepted and...now it's ours."

"Oh, Blaine. You are the best husband that ever walked this Earth. I love you so, so much," Kurt said, throwing his arms around Blaine and kissing him until he had to struggle to get a breath.

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get back to our beloved guests. We leave late tomorrow for our honeymoon, but I think we might have time to come visit the garden in the morning," Blaine whispered, kissing his husband's neck very softly.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After the wedding and garden party reception, the guests were escorted back to their cars by the footmen in the horse-drawn carriages. Most thought that the grooms had left, but Kurt and Blaine were sitting in the far corner of the garden on a swing. They sat, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, lost in the overwhelming love that they shared that day. They eventually strolled through the garden, smelling the abundant flowers and just talking about how beautifully the ceremony had gone. When they got to the entrance, Kurt took the key from his coat pocket and locked the oak gate, smiling at Blaine.

The newly married grooms walked back to the lilac bushes, sitting on the stone bench. Blaine reached under the bench and pulled out a quilt, spreading it out and taking Kurt's hand to bring him closer. The stars were bright and the moon was full, bathing them in silver light as they removed their clothes and came together, standing on the quilt. Kurt touched Blaine's shoulders, pulling him close and kissed his temple and down his cheek, feeling the muscles of his face as he smiled.

"I do love you so much, Kurt. I knew we were meant for each other from the very beginning, and I know we'll be together until the end of time, won't we?" he asked – but he already knew the answer. Kurt smiled back and nodded his head in agreement.

"We will, Blaine. There was never anyone for me but you, and there never will be."

Blaine took Kurt's hand and brought him down to sit on the quilt, shifting so they were side by side: Kurt facing west and Blaine facing east so they could get closer together and share as much skin as possible. Blaine's kisses started on Kurt's wrist, his soft lips barely brushing across the tender skin and making his lover shiver. He followed the blue veins that he could see, even in the moonlight, up his arm – stopping to feel the hard muscle of his bicep under the soft skin, and on to his shoulder. Kisses fell on the light freckles of Kurt's back, then Blaine started on the other wrist and kissed his way to the junction of the shoulder with Kurt's long swan-like neck.

"Blaine, that feels so good. I feel so pampered when I'm with you, you are always the perfect lover, so considerate, so sexy," Kurt said in a soft voice, touching Blaine's cheek as he changed positions.

Closing his eyes and drawing deep breaths to bring the lilac scent into his lungs, Kurt lifted his chin and turned his head a bit to his right so Blaine's tongue could find the sensitive place at the side of his neck, fingers feather-light on the nape and making his body quiver in anticipation.

"Blaine...." he breathed, knowing that his husband would understand that he was surrendering his whole body and soul to Blaine's keeping.

Blaine kissed down Kurt's spine, his fingers tracing along the ribs with a light touch that was close to tickling, but not quite there. He took Kurt in his arms and laid him down on the cool fabric of the quilt and just looked, filling his eyes with the play of light and shadow as the bright moon watched them. Every muscle was illuminated and Blaine was mesmerized as Kurt's body moved in the night.

"Kurt..." he said, and Kurt's heart began to beat harder. Blaine took his husband's left foot in his hands and kissed the ankle, his tongue reaching out to caress the round bone there before nipping the skin and letting his fingers run up the calf in a massage of the strong muscles there. He adjusted his place so he could once more kiss Kurt's face: starting with his forehead, then across the high cheekbones and finely chiseled features with tiny kisses that led down to his jaw and finally to the dark pink lips that spoke loving words straight to Blaine's soul. Kurt didn't stop to form the words, they flowed over his lips, some with little meaning and some that hit Blaine in his heart with a burst of unexpected emotion that would have knocked him to his knees if he'd been standing. This was his Kurt. His. Forever.

It was hard to believe how beautiful Kurt was, how he shone in the moonlight like a spirit of some kind, as if he wasn't of this earth. Blaine couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Kurt in his life, much less be married to him. He tried to visit each part of Kurt's body, kissing and touching, licking and caressing as he went through the inventory of the man he would have in his heart for all of eternity. At one time he had believed he knew Kurt's body – and it was true that no one knew it better, not even Kurt himself, but Blaine had grown to realize that he could do this every day for all the foreseeable future and never really know it enough. That did not mean he wouldn't try, of course.

Blaine blinked his eyes and concentrated on the feel of all the textures of Kurt's skin. He kissed his right shoulder, then felt the skin as it moved over the belly of the muscle of his bicep once again, and down the sternum to the right. He used his tongue to feel the bit of tougher skin covering Kurt's nipple and felt it contract and stand up, a feeling that was new to Blaine; he found he liked that feeling and repeated it on the left side as he heard the soft hum coming from Kurt's throat turn into a needy whimper. He drew his hand back for a moment and then cupped Kurt's jaw for a moment and brushed his lips across his mouth to reassure his lover that all was well.

Coming to the soft skin of Kurt's belly, he laid his cheek down and rubbed it across the soft hair growing in a fuzzy line down from his naval to his genitals. He blew a puff of air across the hair and Kurt giggled, making Blaine laugh. Then he made his way down further to the shaft of Kurt's cock, semi-hard and waiting. Blaine had loved Kurt's cock from the first time he'd seen it. Not just because it was an organ of pleasure, but because it was truly beautiful and different than any boy Blaine had ever seen. He grew up in the mid-west, the heart of America where babies were born in hospitals and boys were circumcised soon after. He had not given this a lot of thought to his circumcised dick until one day he'd walked in on Kurt when they were maybe nine years old and seen that Kurt wasn't.

He asked him about it, but Kurt wasn't aware he was different than other boys and the next hour was given to exploring just what a foreskin was and why Kurt had one and Blaine didn't. Burt had gone to check on the boys and found them comparing, which did not come as very much of a shock to him and he explained it. That seemed to be the end of it and the boys went on to watch movies and play a board game with Rachel when she came over that day. Burt forgot about the incident, but it stayed with the boys and they did a bit more curious exploring over the years until they reached an age where they felt it wasn't appropriate to do that any more.

Blaine had never, even to this day, gotten over his fascination with Kurt and his foreskin. He ran his hand up and down Kurt's thick organ a few times, knowing that the head was hidden until Kurt was excited and it was like the tip came out of hiding – and nothing was more erotic to Blaine. He wet his mouth and started his tongue at the base, moving it up and circling the tip before engulfing it in his mouth. Kurt gasped louder than Blaine was expecting and his cock stiffened a lot more, the blood rushing to fill it. He pulled back, seeing that even in moonlight Kurt's cock was flushed a dark rosy color with darker tip. Blaine put his mouth back where it had been and Kurt rewarded him with the first of many moans. Blaine ran his sensitive tongue under the edge of the foreskin, being oh so careful not to hurt this boy he loved.

"Blaine...oh...Blaine, yes...yes," Kurt moaned his name and a shiver went down Blaine's back and right to his gut, heating his blood and filling his cock even more.

He hummed in reply, his own moan a promise of what was to come. He swirled his tongue around several times until Kurt's whines got higher in pitch and Blaine knew he had to slow down if he didn't want to evening to end here. He sucked lightly as he went down and then up and off, leaving Kurt's cock glistening in the soft light that shone down on them. He took in a deep breath, trying to steady himself but with the air came the scents of lilacs and roses and of Kurt: earthy and clean and spicy with arousal. Blaine was taken by surprise – he'd never had scent play such a major role in making love to Kurt and it threw his mind into a spin for a brief moment. He closed his eyes and centered himself, willing his body to wait, to relax and regroup.

Kurt took a deep breath, too, and Blaine wondered if the odors of the flowers mixed with desire and anticipation were affecting him as much. Blaine dared to look up and saw those hypnotic blue-and-gold eyes looking back with a dark desire spilling over.

Blaine broke the eye contact and went back to worshiping the man before him.

Moving those long, sensuous legs apart and planting the feet on the ground to stabilize him, Blaine came up between those legs and kissed his way across first the left thigh and then the right one. He stroked down Kurt's belly once more and took his cock in hand, stroking slowly – not as an end in itself, but as a comfort so Kurt could relax. He'd gotten jumpy when Blaine was touching him and Blaine wanted him to enjoy it as a right, not feel as if he were an object.

The slow stroking calmed Kurt and Blaine could feel his muscles let go of their tight almost-cramps. He could hear Kurt's breathing return to normal and his belly quit shaking.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked and Kurt let out a sigh.

"Yes, my love...I have never been better. I love you..."

"I love you, too."

"Blaine, don't stop, please don't stop," Kurt said, his body demanding more.

Blaine once more took Kurt in his mouth and stroked with his lips, in and out in a gentle rhythm until Kurt was arching his back. He slid his mouth off, petting the outside of Kurt's leg to let him know there was time and he needed to be patient. He rubbed his cheek down Kurt's inner thigh a few times until his mouth was close to his sac and put out his tongue to lick for a moment, Kurt letting out an almost strangled yelp of surprise. Blaine smiled a bit and continued, gathering the loose skin in a bit of suction before taking one ball into his mouth and rolling it very, very gently before doing the same to the other side, and letting his mouth move down to lick the skin behind – which was a gentle stimulation to the prostate gland hidden further behind that bit of skin.

Blaine looked up once more to see Kurt's face, but found his eyes closed and head thrown back with his hands gripping the quilt loosely. Blaine grinned. He was getting impatient within himself, but prayed he was able to hide that from Kurt for a few more moments. He took a deep breath of the lilac air and put his hands on the beautiful round globes of his husband's ass cheeks, rubbing and stroking the pale skin there and pulling them apart. He worried that the moonlight wouldn't be strong enough for him to see, but his fear was alleviated as he glimpsed the small pink entrance he sought. He flattened his tongue and licked across this source of so many nerve endings.

Kurt whined, careful not to bring his thighs together as his body trembled. His back arched higher and he struggled not to let himself go. There was more to the evening and he wanted to experience it all with the love of his life, with Blaine -but it was hard not to indulge in what his body told him to do.

Blaine smiled. They didn't do this very often and he was starting to wonder why. He licked again, slowly circling to touch all of the muscle and nerve endings, then pointed his tongue and pressed in a bit, hearing Kurt whimper again, his hands now fists in the quilt. Blaine licked and hummed and pushed his tongue as far as he could into his husband for a while until Kurt begged him to open him up more so they could make love. Blaine took the small bottle of lubrication and buttered his fingers with it, touching his tongue to see if it was palatable. It was 'candy flavored' and wasn't too distracting, so he pushed his finger in alongside his tongue and was rewarded with a long, deep moan from Kurt followed by a high-pitched whine of excitement.

Blaine went back to licking the bit of skin behind Kurt's balls, pressing with his tongue and found the place inside where he could rub his fingers across the prostate -basically massaging it from both sides. Kurt came unglued, bucking his hips as Blaine withdrew his fingers and stopped licking.

Blaine was afraid Kurt might come too fast – he was overstimulated and needed to stop for a few moments to regroup. He moved up closer to Kurt's face, having wiped his mouth and cheeks off on the edge of the quilt. He just looked into Kurt's eyes, and Kurt looked back with love-light shining. They were in no hurry for the evening to end and so lay together in each other's arms for a while as they watched the stars.

After a while, Kurt rolled towards Blaine, kissing his neck and shoulders. He snuggled his face close and touched his chest, circling a nipple until Blaine smiled and took Kurt's cock into his hand. He slid his hand over it, but Kurt reached down to move his hand away, sitting up to lean over and take Blaine in his own mouth. Blaine was still hard and the joy of having Kurt suck on him, tongue rubbing in just the right place, made him moan Kurt's name loudly. He lay still for a few more moments before placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder to ask him to move.

Kurt turned his back to Blaine, tugging his arms around to his chest before he pushed against his cock with his ass. Blaine looked down to see the pale, taut ass of his husband and it was a near thing not to just come on the spot without even entering Kurt. Blaine took a deep breath and felt between the lovely cheeks and pushed his thumb into that soft heat, getting a wonderful and encouraging noise from Kurt's throat. Removing his thumb, he pushed in, knowing that Kurt was completely ready and thus Blaine was able to go all the way on the first thrust, almost making him scream. Kurt began to tremble, arching his back once more and pushing his cheeks together tightly so as not to come too soon. Where was his self-control?

Blaine was having as much trouble with self control as his ears heard the moaning and his body heard the desperation of Kurt's body wanting what it had been promised – and wanting it now.

Blaine rolled his lover over onto his hands and knees, kneeling behind him to push in deeper and harder the way Kurt was begging him to. Blaine started slow and gentle, then worked them up to harder and faster until Kurt cried he was about to come...and Blaine stopped. Kurt gasped and tried to turn around, his voice cracking as he tried to ask why Blaine had stopped at just...but then he knew. This might be the sexiest thing Blaine had ever done. Blaine began pushing in slowly and gently, kissing over Kurt's back and stroking his body – even stroking his hard cock and whispering sweet things as he made Kurt feel loved and cared for. The intensity built once again, slowly and sweetly as Kurt's breath got shorter and he was close to panting, Blaine not far behind. When they were feeling the coiling of the heat in their bellies and Blaine could hear the catch in Kurt's moans he slowed down almost to a stand-still.

Kurt wanted to complain that Blaine was being unfair. He wanted to offer to take over, to ask for more, to beg his lover to allow him to come, but he trusted Blaine and each time the anticipation was greater, his heart pumped faster and harder, and his love for Blaine exploded in his heart all over again.

Blaine was getting tired. He wanted to come so much, he might give his left arm to just do it. He wanted it, his body craved it, he was coming undone at the seams, but he knew that the longer they waited the better it would be. Finally he knew that he couldn't do it again. He was tired and sore and almost crazy with the desire that crawled under his skin and around his nerves, through his blood vessels into his soul. He needed Kurt.

Pulling out, Kurt was just shocked and his face wrinkled in puzzlement and fear, not understanding why...but Blaine held him close in his arms and told Kurt how much he loved him and how much he needed to see his face for this. He turned him over and once again entered his husband and began the slow strokes that would lead up to the crescendo. It didn't take long, but it took forever at the same time. Blaine whispered how much he loved Kurt, and Kurt whispered back, their words making no sense after a while, but they both understood. It was gentle and tender, it was a mad dash and hard thrusting and finally, finally Kurt and Blaine came with shouts and moans and words of love as they collapsed onto the quilt, completely spent and completely satisfied.

Kurt held close to Blaine, knowing he needed the support more than Kurt did right now and they closed their eyes and wrapped the quilt around them under the lilacs in the locked garden of their dreams.

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New York, LaGuardia Airport Five Weeks Later

The plane was landing and Kurt held Blaine's hand very tightly. He wouldn't say he was afraid of flying, but Blaine knew he was and offered him silent support. He decided a distraction might be in order.

"So, we've been away from home for five weeks. Are you looking forward to another hot summer in New York?" Blaine asked.

"As long as the theater is cool for rehearsals, I don't mind. Why are they always too cheap to turn on the air conditioning during rehearsals?" Kurt complained.

Neither of them were booked for a show until August. They didn't want to come home and just jump into work right away. The honeymoon weeks in Spain, Portugal, and Greece were heaven but both were anxious to get back to their friends and family. Kurt looked over at Blaine with his perfect tan, silky curls that needed a trim, and those bright, sexy hazel eyes and just smiled.

"What are you smiling about, baby?" Blaine asked.

"You, of course, and how much I love you," Kurt said and smiled some more.

"Well, I love you, too. You did get a hold of Seb to pick us up, right?" Blaine asked.

"No. For some reason he wasn't picking up. But no worries, we can call Finn or get a taxi. Don't worry about it," Kurt said.

"It has to be Seb!" Blaine said, a bit more grouchy than he had intended.

"You'll see Princess soon enough. Maybe he thought she wouldn't like the crowded airport or something. Quit worrying," Kurt patted Blaine's hand, then played with his wedding ring for a moment. Blaine looked stricken.

"What if something happened to Princess? We were gone too long, Kurt...and they wouldn't want to disturb our honeymoon and she was alone and needed us...?" Blaine worried out loud.

"Blaine, listen to me," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand in his and slotting their fingers together then bringing them to his lips for a tender kiss. Kurt looked at Blaine, locking his eyes on Blaine's so he could see how serious Kurt was being. "I don't think Seb would do that. If something happened, you would know, and if you didn't- worrying isn't going to change it. So, as Dad always says, don't borrow trouble – it has its own way of finding you. Just relax, we'll be landing in about two minutes," Kurt did his best to reassure his husband, trying to brush away thoughts of the day they would lose Princess. He swallowed and let their hands down to rest in his lap, no longer trying to convince him of something they didn't know.

There was nobody at the airport to get them and repeated calls to Seb weren't answered. Just as Blaine was about to call a taxi, they heard their names being called from the corridor. Blaine turned to see a man taller than those around him, hand in the air to catch their attention.

"Finn!" Kurt shouted, turning to grin at Blaine. "See, I knew we weren't abandoned!"

They greeted Kurt's brother and walked through the airport and out to Finn's RV in the parking lot.

"Seb called me to see if I could come get you, but Rachel had her ultrasound today so she was still gabbing away about that. I mean, I was excited, too, of course," Finn rambled as he picked up several of Kurt's suitcases from the luggage cart and started putting them in the back of his RV.

When all of the luggage was loaded, they started back to Manhattan and got caught in traffic of course.

"How's Princess?" Blaine asked. He slid his hand into Kurt's and Kurt squeezed.

"She's fine. Seb brought her over last Friday when he dropped off your mail," Finn said. Finn had been taking care of Kurt and Blaine's finances while they were in Europe. "We took her to the park and threw the ball for her and she frisked around a little. Not like when she was a puppy, but she can still run when she wants to. How old is she now? It seems like she's been there all of our lives sometimes."

"She will be eleven in a few months," Blaine said.

"Wow, that's a long time. She sure doesn't act that old. What do you think she'll do when she sees the new baby?" Finn asked.

"Oh, she loves babies!" Kurt said, relating a story of last summer when they had met a casual friend in the park with her new baby and Princess got excited.

It was about an hour later when Blaine happened to look out the window.

"Oh, I thought we were going right home. Did you have errands to run first?" he asked.

"Just a quick one. Its right up here," Finn said, looking for a parking spot on the street. He found one and winked at Kurt when Blaine was looking the other way.

"Hey, Kurt, didn't we look at some houses in this neighborhood?" Blaine asked, looking around at the beautiful brownstones.

"Yeah, that one we wanted but it was under contract," Kurt supplied. Blaine sighed, he'd really liked that house.

They got out to stretch their legs when Kurt reached into his pocket. Finn had slipped a wrapped box in there earlier. Kurt took Blaine's hand and put the box into it.

Blaine looked up, puzzled.

"Its just a little wedding present I got you. I forgot it was in this jacket pocket. Go ahead and open it," Kurt said. Blaine unwrapped the gift as they were walking behind Finn and followed as he turned the corner. He was paying attention to the box and stopped for a moment, Kurt moving to stand in front of him. Blaine got it opened and took out a key. It wasn't as old and ornate as the one he'd given Kurt to the Secret Garden, but it was a very old-fashioned brass skeleton key on a velvet ribbon. It had a tag that said, "The Key to Our Hearts" on it.

"What? The key to our hearts? Not the key to your heart, Kurt?" he asked. Kurt nodded. "I don't understand"?

"Let me show you," Kurt offered and took Blaine's hand. They walked down the street a few houses and Kurt turned into the sidewalk and up a flight of stairs. Blaine's eyes got wider as Kurt took the key from his hand and opened the door, stepping into the foyer and turning to look at Blaine.

"Oh, my god, Kurt..this is the one we wanted. But...I thought the realtor, LisaRenai told us it was under contract?" Blaine said.

"It was. LisaRenai called me back that night to tell me they had backed out, something about not being able to come up with the down payment. She knew we really wanted it and called to let me know. She said there were six offers but we, being next in line, had first refusal. I offered a shade over the asking price and got it," Kurt explained.

"Oh, we need to send LisaRenai flowers and a fruit basket...and a vacation to Disneyland!!" Blaine crowed, throwing his arms around Kurt's neck and dancing in the front hall.

Just as they were hugging Finn, a door was opened from the other side of the foyer and Blaine's arms were full of silky red fur and his face was covered in a warm, wet tongue. Princess was turning herself inside out in glee to have Blaine back. She liked Seb and Finn well enough, and she did love Kurt – but she lived and breathed for Blaine.

He was almost as happy to see her, picking her up and hugging her to his chest, covering the top of her head with kisses. It was a reunion made in heaven.

"Oh, Princess, my baby, my darling..." Blaine cooed, setting her down gently and kneeling beside her to hug her close once more.

"Ah, Finn, I'm wondering if I should be offended that he just called that dog the same pet names he calls me?," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

Finn broke out in a hearty laugh, leaning forward and clapping Kurt on the back.

"Shall we have the grand tour?" Kurt asked, smiling at Blaine's enthusiasm.

Seb and Trent walked through the doors, Rachel between them. Trent had a large bottle of something and Seb carried six crystal wine glasses on a tray.

"Sparkling cider to celebrate!" Rachel cheered as she passed glasses to everyone. They drank a toast to the new house, then one to old and dear friends.

That night, Blaine lay in the new four-poster bed under the dark purple duvet and the Egyptian cotton high thread-count sheets. He looked across the room to the fireplace with the flickering flames that made dancing shadows on the walls of their new bedroom. Princess was asleep in front of the fire in her new purple bed, her head lying on her paws. Above the mantle was the large photograph of the last day of the play that he and Kurt had been in all those years ago – Piglet and Pooh holding hands and looking at each other, Pooh with a bright smile that made his face glow with happiness and Piglet looking a little shy as he smiled at Pooh through his lashes with pink-blushed cheeks.

Kurt walked in and slid under the covers, kissing Blaine's cheek.

"Well, sweetheart, how do you like it?" Kurt asked.

"It is the best present ever. I do love it. I love it from the kitchen with the old pine cupboards and butler's pantry and soapstone sink to the library with walnut shelves and the balcony that overlooks the park to this amazing bedroom. I love it all, Kurt. And I love you," he said, lying back on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt was propped on the pile of pillows, relaxing after their hard day. They had put away all of their clothes from their luggage, had the dinner that Rachel and Trent had cooked, and went for a slow walk through the park with all of their friends. It had been a long, tiring day – but Kurt would not trade it for anything.

"I'm beat. You know I wanted to christen the new bed tonight, but I'm just too tired. You?" he said, kissing Blaine's shoulder and looking up at him.

"I'm tired, too, baby. Let's just turn on some music and go to sleep. Like Scarlett said, 'tomorrow is another day'."

"True. Come here and we can snuggle together, Piglet. The forest will always be there, right?" Kurt asked, referring to the end of the play they had been in.

"I would love to snuggle with you, Pooh-Bear. Goodnight, baby."

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No, it's not the end!!! More chapters to come....