"Blaine!" Blaine heard a soft squeak from across the street, and he lifted his gaze to a little boy. His blond hair bounced as he skipped over to his yard, his eyes dancing with the same humor from yesterday. Wrapping his arms around his knees, Blaine held still as Kurt plopped beside of him. "Blaine, Blaine!"

He happily giggled and rested his arms on Blaines knees, putting their faces so close together that their lashes brushed with each blink. "Did you miss me?" He cooed, rubbing his cheek against Blaines. After a moment, his eyes widened to the size of saucers and he pulled away, "I brought you a new friend!"

Holding up a small teddy bear with a white splotch on his nose, Kurt tugged his bowtie to straighten it, "This is my teddy bear. He doesnt have a name yet, and hes a little sad about that. I just want to find the perfect name for him!"

Blaine touched the soft teddy bear, and Kurt gave it to him. Looking the bear over, Blaine saw a patch on his foot that said To Kurt. Love Mommy. He put the bear in his lap and stared at Kurt, who was purring with happiness. Blaine wondered why he was always in such a good mood. Arching his brows, Blaine took a deep breath and noticed that the little bow in Kurts hair was coming loose.

He hesitantly touched his soft hair, the silky locks running through his fingers and wrapping around his knuckles. Pushing the bow back into place, he started to lower his hand, but tiny fingers wrapped around it. He looked at Kurts pink face, a shy smile on his lips as he blushed.

Suddenly nervous, Blaine pulled his hand away, noticing Kurt look a little sad when his hand left his. He sat down on his butt and tugged at his clothes. He felt Kurt scoot a little closer to him, and he grabbed the book that he found behind Blaine. Blaine, who had been going through that book all night and looking at the pictures of how the beauty fell in love with the beast, but not truly understanding without the words, mumbled the one question that had been bothering him, "How did the beauty fall in love with the beast if he was so cruel?"

Kurt smiled at him, opening the book to the first page, "Do you want me to read to you?" When Blaine dropped his chin, Kurt wiggled against his thigh and plopped between his legs. Blaine was surprised by his closeness, but he liked his warmth.

Laying his chin on Kurts shoulder, Blaine closed his legs around him and stared at the story book. "Once upon a time..." Kurt whispered, his finger tracing the words as he said them, "there was a handsome prince who lived all alone in a castle in the forest. He was angry because all of his friends had left him. He had been very mean to them."

He flipped the page to one that showed an enchantress cursing the prince. "One night an enchantress visited him. She told him if he couldnt fall in love with a princess and earn true loves kiss, he would stay a beast forever."

Turning the page, Kurt pointed to a picture of the beast covering his head in disgust with himself, "He became very sad because he knew no one would ever love him." Kurt moved that page aside and found the end of the chapter, so he closed the book, much to Blaines despair.

"I want to know about Beauty." Blaine said, reaching for the book. "I want to know how they meet."

Kurt smiled at him, putting the book aside and wriggling deeper into his chest, "We can read more tomorrow. Its best to take your time with a good story, especially a love story. Love cant be rushed... it has to be sweet and slow, just like true loves kiss."

Blaine wrinkled his nose, "I like skipping to the end to know what happens."

"Oh, no!" Kurt shook his head. "Then you dont know the way they felt when they first fell in love... how the princess thought her prince looked so handsome the first time he smiled at her. Or the way they danced with each other the very first time... if it was silly, or if it was so graceful and his touch was so gentle."

Giggling to himself, Kurt hopped from between Blaines thighs and twirled in a circle, almost falling over when he wobbled. Blaine grinned at him, watching his almost clumsy dancing, his spinning and whirling. He rested his hands on the ground, the sharp grass scratching at his palms.

Kurt suddenly stopped dancing and looked at Blaine, his eyes wide with curiosity, "Do you want to marry a princess?" He wrapped his arms around himself and closed his eyes, a small smile curving his lips, "I want to marry a prince who will love me so much. Hed hold me so tight and tell me Im beautiful and give me goodnight kisses." Opening one eye, he knelt in front of Blaine and asked, "Would you like to marry a princess like that? Someone who would give you hugs and kisses, and tell you youre very handsome?" He giggled again, blushing from his cheeks to his toes. "His kiss would make me so breathless and dizzy. Thats the way other princesses feel."

Putting his hand to his forehead, Kurt dramatically swooned against Blaines chest, "Oh, my prince, I just met you. We could never marry so soon."

Blaine caught Kurt in his arms, raising his brows at him, and he watched him pull a flower from a few inches away and weave it into his hair. "Arent I pretty?"

Blaine nodded, and Kurt playfully giggled, covering his mouth with his fingertips. "You need to give me true loves kiss. You can kiss me on my nose or cheek." He closed his eyes and waited for Blaines lips to caress his skin.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine bent over Kurt and kissed his lips, just a small peck that made his cheeks as bright as roses. Kurts lashes lifted and he gasped very softly, and then a beautiful sound rang from his lips, a shy giggle. "Now I know why princesses say kisses are magical." He whispered, and then his eyes widened. "Oh! I should be going home. My daddy said to come back before it got dark."

"Okay." Blaine let him up, keeping his hand in his. "Will you be back tomorrow?"

"Mm hm." Kurt hopped to his feet, then he stopped before he ran away. Turning back around, he gave Blaine a gentle smile and bent to kiss his cheek. "Goodbye, my handsome prince. Ill read more of our story to you tomorrow."

Kurt scampered away, hurrying to his home. Blaine kept sitting there with the book in his hands, and he realized that Kurt had forgotten his teddy bear. Picking it up, he figured he could keep it for him until tomorrow. It smelled like him, his sweet perfume.

Blaine crossed his legs and sank slightly into the wide, white bed, and he dug his heels in to keep his balance. Brushing invisible dust off his leg, he waited for Carole to find Archer and Hunter. While things were quiet on the other end of the phone, Blaine listened to Kurt singing from the bathroom as he prepared for bed. It was a lovely tune, cheerful and high pitched. Kurt could have never stopped singing and Blaine would have always been happy.

Scooting closer to the pillows, he suddenly heard squealing from the phone, and then it sounded like Carole was handing it to someone. "Daddy!" Archers tiny voice chirped, and a helpless smile tugged at Blaines lips.

"Baby," he whispered, remembering how good it felt to hold Archers little body in his arms. "Baby, I miss you so much. Wheres Hunter?"

"Finger painting." The word was very breathy, obviously a little too big for him to say. Blaine wiped his suddenly weepy eyes, laughing just from his happiness of hearing his babys small voice. "Wait. Hunner!"

There were a few moments of pause, and Blaine was surprised to hear Archer yell. "Stop it, Hunner!" Archers voice was suddenly pouty, "Daddy, he put smudge on me."

He heard Hunters slightly lower voice, "Daddy, I drew picture for you." Most of the words were broken, but Blaine filled in what was missing.

"You did?" Blaine murmured, "Im so proud of you. Daddy will hang it on the wall when he gets home." Hearing Kurt finishing up in the bathroom, he said, "Listen, my sweets, Daddy has to go. Ill call you early in the morning, I promise. Sleep well... and be good for your grandma and grandpa. Dont let them feed you too much sugar."

"Miss you, Daddy." Hunter said softly.

"I miss you, too, little loves." Blaine whispered, "You can talk to your père in the morning. I love you so much."

"Love you." Archer peeped, and Blaine heard him sleepily yawning. "Goodnight, Daddy."

Blaine kept the call on for a few more seconds, hearing their soft breathing until it sounded like Carole took the phone away. Clicking the call off, he put his phone on the dresser and listened to the soft sound of patting feet.

He glanced up at the doorway and saw Kurt there, dressed in a white nightgown that was slipping off of one shoulder. Tilting his head to the side, Kurt blushed and nipped his bottom lip. Blaine stared at him, remembering what that little body looked like underneath that silky fabric. Pink and white and soft.

Holding his arms out, he muttered, "Let me have you."

A shy smile curved Kurts lips and he padded across the room, resting between Blaines thighs. "You know, Ive dreamed about my wedding night since I was little." He whispered, the pink in his cheeks getting brighter. "Im happy its you."

Blaine slid his hands over Kurts back, down to his bottom, his fingers tickling between his thighs. He reached for the bottom of Kurts nightgown, slipping it off his skin very slowly. Kurt wasnt wearing any panties, so he was left naked in Blaines arms.

Touching Kurts belly button, one of his sweet spots, Blaine looked Kurt over, his smooth chest, the dip of his stomach, the points of his hips, and he realized just how perfect he was. "Youre so beautiful," he whispered, pulling Kurt slightly closer to him. Holding onto his hand so he didnt lose his balance, he kissed his plump lips, tasting him.

Kurt laid his hands on Blaines chest, crawling onto the bed with him. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, Blaine peeled it over his head, reappearing with ruffled hair and slightly flushed cheeks. He lowered to the pillows, taking Kurt with him and laying him on top of him. It was slow caresses and sweet kisses, both of them needing it to last.

Reaching for his sweatpants, Blaine pushed them down his thighs, kicking them to the floor, and then they were both naked. He rolled over so Kurt was squished to the pillow, anxiously reaching up for him. His arms looped around his neck, tugging him down to him.

"Gentle, sweetheart..." Blaine whispered on his mouth, nuzzling him with the tip of his nose. "Its so tempting to devour you, but I want you to quiver in my arms."

Sliding his strong hands under Kurts thighs, Blaine lifted them, wrapping them around his waist. He reached between their bodies and felt Kurts small cock, already leaking and wet. He rubbed his thumb over the shaft, then farther back to his sacs, and along the crack between his ass cheeks. Kurt mewled and arched underneath him, and Blaine murmured, "Does that feel good?"

He stroked him from his small tip to his base, up and down. Bending over Kurt, he brushed their lips, Kurts mouth trembling under his. He squeezed his eyes shut, and Blaine kissed his pale lids, "Open, baby. Look at me."

Kurt peeked from underneath thick lashes, his eyes so warm and bright, and he reached up to touch Blaines face. "I want a kiss." His voice was very soft, breathless, and it made Blaine smile that hed done that to him.

Rolling across the bed with Kurt again, Blaine took him into his arms and kissed him very deeply. Their tongues danced between their mouths, their lips never parting. "I love you." Blaine mumbled between kisses, sliding his arms down to Kurts waist and rolling with him again.

Kurt ended up on top, and Blaine reached up to smooth his slightly messy hair. Hed missed making love like this for those ten months, so slow and caring, but knowing it would end too soon.

Lifting his head just a little, Kurt smiled down at him, his blond hair falling across his forehead, "I love you." He whispered, touching Blaines lips with his wedding ring. "Im yours."

Blaine kissed the ring, then lifted his own hand, where both of his wedding rings glinted. Stroking Kurts hair again, Blaine curved a corner of his mouth and flipped them over again. He laid down in the little cradle his thighs formed, "And Im yours, Kurt... always."

Kurt cried out Blaines name when he pushed inside of him, a slow rhythm that let him see every expression on Kurts crumpled face, his mouth falling open and his cheeks blushing as red as roses. Feeling himself fall apart in Kurts arms, Blaine laid his cheek on Kurts shoulder, his heart racing just a few inches from his ear.

They both moaned when they came, shaking in each others arms. Tears rolled down their cheeks, both gasping to catch their breath. Blaine flopped onto his back, pulling Kurt onto his chest to curl into a ball. Kurt smiled in his arms, happily pleasured.

After they calmed down from their orgasms, Blaine slightly lifted his head and looked at Kurt, who was purring on his chest. "Honey... theres something I need to tell you."

Kurt blinked up at him, "Is everything okay?"

"Everythings fine." Blaine assured him, slipping out from under him, much to Kurts distress. He laid him on the pillows, kissing his naked back as he covered it with a blanket. "Ill be right back." Brushing Kurts hair with his fingers, he left the room and walked down the hallway. He bent over his duffel bag, which was in the bathroom, and unzipped it. He picked up what he wanted and carried it back into their bedroom.

Kurt was bundled up in the blankets, looking exhausted but very pleased. He gave Blaine a gentle smile, holding his hand out for him. Blaine crawled back onto the bed, sitting down on his knees by Kurt. "Honey... you remember two years ago... in the English room... when we met."

Kurt nodded, hugging a pillow to his chest, "That was one of the happiest days for me."

Blaine opened the photo album to one of the last pages, showing Kurt a picture of a tiny, blond boy wrapping his arms around a dark headed boy. Kurt looked at the picture for a moment, and then his lips parted. "That little boy..." he whispered, shaking his head. "I remember him... a-and I was with him."

Blaine flipped to another page, showing Kurt a few more pictures. Kurt took the book from him, looking closer at the pictures. He seemed distant, his mind somewhere else. "I do know him. He was my best friend... but then I left for France and I-" his eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Those beautiful, golden eyes... I loved his eyes."

He lifted his blue gaze to Blaine, his eyes shimmering. "You..." He murmured almost unsurely, "Its you. Youre him."

Blaine quirked a crooked smile at him, and Kurt leapt from the blankets, throwing himself into Blaines arms. Holding him tightly, Blaine squeezed until he was afraid he might crush him. "I love you so much..." Kurt whispered, his voice shaky with so much emotion.

"My beautiful thing." Blaine muttered, kissing Kurts swollen lips very gently.