Firae's life was never as easy as it may have appeared.

When he was very small, it never bothered him that his mother wanted a daughter. Of course she did; a boy would suffice to ascend to the throne if no other options were present, but everyone knew that women made better leaders.

It hadn't really hurt until she died, far too young and rather unexpectedly. And suddenly Firae was all that there was. She had never prepared him to lead, had never helped him to cultivate those skills that a shrewd sovereign must possess. And really, why would she? She had always planned to have more children, to have the daughter she had always wanted. And Firae was only a boy. Why waste her time?

Firae's father had only been his mother's lover, never her lifemate. Never a King. Queen Gira had proudly worn the red bracelet until her dying day.

Firae became King because, simply, there was no one else for it.

And no one thought he could do it.

In the beginning, his mother's advisers simply told him what to do, and he obeyed them. He didn't think he could do it either, and he was horribly afraid of destroying the legacy of his matrilineal line.

But Firae had a secret. He wanted to be great.

He wanted to be remembered for more than simply keeping the Eastern Border Lands intact during his rule. He wanted to show them – show everyone – that he could be as great as his mother and his grandmother and her mother before her. He could be better. Even if he was a man (well, a boy, but almost a man), and even if he would never give his Queendom a Queen. For in this, his preference for men was less than ideal. And Firae was no wearer of the red bracelet, either. Firae wanted to fall in love and find a lifemate. He had known this about himself for a very long time.

A King as sovereign was difficult enough. But two kings? No one thought that was a good idea at all.

Unless, of course....

Well, it would be a different matter altogether if he were to find another royal, of course. Or a boy from the Spiral caste, unlikely as that might be. The prestige that either of these scenarios would bring the Queendom could make all the difference, well and truly. And then Kurt was sent to live in the Great Hall and train in Cloudlen, and everything seemed to be falling into place.

Even though, in the end, that hope was soundly crushed. It didn't matter anyway. By then Firae had the respect he had been seeking. By then he had a handle on ruling. He could possibly even marry a member of the circle caste without raising any eyebrows. And that opened his dating pool considerably.

What he had not been anticipating was falling in love with an exiled criminal of the common caste. Educated, yes, and beautiful and passionate and brave.

But not an option for Firae.

Tash would not be seeing his husband again.

He had known this for a long time, and his heart only surged with hope for the briefest moment when he found that his exile had been lifted for the Eastern Border Lands.

He was still exiled from the Lower Midlands, so he couldn't go and see Lee. He sent word of his return, even wrote Lee a long letter full of begging and remorse, but to no avail.

It was a long time before Lee sent him any kind of response. When the letter carrier finally had something for him, it was a small pouch made of tough leaves and bound with twine. Inside were Tash and Lee's promise pendants, and a note.

All it said was this:

I have remarried. Please do not contact me again.

Not even Tash's family wanted to visit him. As far as his feririar and in fact all of the Lower Midlands were concerned, Tash had ceased to exist, and they seemed to prefer it that way.

It was when he was sitting in the gardens of the Great Hall one day, glumly stroking the promise pendants, that he had found his first piece of fondness for Firae.

He had instinctively disliked Firae even before meeting him; he was Gira's son, and Gira was the one who had made Tash's exile turn from a gesture into a reality. It was her guard that had escorted Tash to the border and hurled him through. It was her priestesses that blocked Tash from the possibility of a safe return.

Of course, Firae had sent some of those very same priestesses to lift the spell and bring Tash back through. But he only did it to please Kurt, and that made him seem pitiful to Tash. So no, Tash hadn't liked him.

But on that day in the gardens, when Tash was undeniably the pitiful one, Firae had stopped before him and given him a look of sympathy.

“I wouldn't have done it, you know,” he said.

Tash looked up at him.

“What I mean is...I probably would have seen the exile through, before my soul-walk. I probably would have just approved the request without even thinking about it. But I never would have exiled you in the first place for what you did. Not from my Queendom.”

Tash stared at him in surprise.

“You were the one wronged, Tash. I don't care what Chuya says.”

Chuya was the very old-fashioned and fairly humorless Queen of the Lower Midlands.

That wasn't the moment when Tash began to see Firae with his heart instead of just his eyes. But that was the moment when Tash realized that he might just like living at the Great Hall in Cloudlen.

Firae wasn't sure when it actually happened. It was years after Kurt had married Blaine, and Kurt was once again pushing and whining and manipulating Firae to try and get his way. At one time, Firae had actually found such behavior endearing. But now it was starting to wear very thin.

Finally Firae had snapped and said, “you can't just expect me to give you whatever you want, Kurt. I'm not in love with you any more!”

He hadn't realized it until he said it. But when he said it, he knew that it was true. Somehow, without even noticing it, he had fallen out of love with Kurt.

Kurt had stared at him for a moment, stunned, and Blaine was holding his breath, probably without meaning to, staring at Kurt as if afraid – genuinely afraid – that Firae's statement might really upset Kurt in some way.

Finally, Kurt sighed. “Pity,” he said with a smirk. “It was quite useful while it lasted.”

Firae and Blaine both smiled and rolled their eyes, catching one another in a glance and smiling just the slightest bit more with the eye contact.

Firae and Blaine didn't become friends then, but something settled between them then. It was like a mighty exhalation in the energy that surrounded them.

It wasn't common for Firae to seek Blaine out on his own, separate from Kurt, but it wasn't so outlandish a thing to do that Blaine was shocked when Firae found him on the farm one fine spring afternoon.

He had to talk to someone, and Blaine was someone. That was all he understood of his own actions.

Firae felt a bit awkward walking onto the farm, though years of experience allowed him to disguise all evidence of his discomfort. This was such a different world, so clearly Blaine's world, and Firae didn't want to end up facing the Wrath Of Kurt if he said or did something to offend the human.

After asking a few wide-eyed and deferential farm hands who clearly were not used to the King of a neighboring Queendom strolling across their place of work, he was able to locate Blaine at one of the paddocks where he was vigorously brushing down some of the livestock with a young Sidhe girl.

Blaine was shirtless under the afternoon sun, and reached to swipe an arm across his sweaty forehead as he spoke animatedly with the girl. His body had grown leaner and more muscled from years of hard work, and his skin was browner, putting the colors of his marriage tattoo on even bolder display. The girl was gazing at him with abject reverence, and she blushed absolutely crimson when Blaine laughed gently at something she had said. She was obviously smitten, and Firae could certainly see why.

In recent years he had began to see Blaine as the man that he was rather than as the man that had cost Firae a lifetime of happiness. Blaine was beautiful and charming and genuinely sweet and kind. He was also surprisingly intelligent and intensely loyal and devoted to Kurt. And as Firae had let go of Kurt as a love interest and embraced him as a friend, all of these qualities ceased to become reasons for Firae to hate Blaine.

Firae still wasn't sure if he completely liked Blaine yet, but he had come to respect him. He had even come, in some ways, to admire him.

Which he supposed was more or less why he was here.

When Blaine spotted him, his face broke into a wide grin and he waved enthusiastically.

This was another reason that Firae both admired and somewhat resented Blaine. He was so friendly and it seemed incredibly natural and unforced. On a deep and unspoken level, Firae suspected that Blaine was simply a better man than himself, and it irritated him.

And yet he had come here looking for Blaine. Looking for him and no one else.

Firae smiled as he approached, because he couldn't help it when Blaine's smile was so bright and infectious.

“Firae!” Blaine cried out happily, and pulled him into a tight hug. Firae forced his limbs to remain loose, to return the embrace comfortably.

“What are you doing here?” Blaine asked as he pulled away. “Kurt isn't-”

“Oh. No. I'm not looking for Kurt. I came here looking for you.”

Blaine looked puzzled but his expression remained pleasant.

“I was wondering...” Firae inhaled deeply, and pushed through the barrier of pride that stood between himself and what it was that he needed. “I was wondering if we could talk, Blaine. You and I. I...you seem busy here, so I can come back later if...”

Blaine waved his hand, dismissing the idea. “Oh, I think I can spare some time for the King of the Eastern Border Lands. Are you all right here on your own, Lise?” Blaine turned to the girl who had become a frozen statue of her former self, staring between Blaine and Firae with saucer-wide eyes.

“Um, y-yes, I...” she stumbled into an awkward bow. “Forgive me, your majesty, I...I shouldn't presume, I...” Firae smiled at her and leaned in to give her a light kiss on the cheek. She gasped.

“Please,” Firae said, “speak freely.”

Lise took a deep breath. “I just...I wanted to say that I admire you. My mothers have told me what it was like before, and...it is truly an honor to meet you, sir.”

“The honor is mine, my flower. Thank you for your kind words.”

Lise blushed an even deeper red than she had when she'd made Blaine laugh. She cast Firae a nervous smile before returning to work.

“It's a pity you aren't inclined toward women,” Blaine laughed as the two of them walked across the field. “You seem to have quite the effect on them.”

Firae grinned. “Yes, well, you would know something about that, wouldn't you, Blaine?”

Blaine blushed slightly and scratched the back of his neck. “Oh, I don't know. I guess I don't really notice whether or not...I mean, Kurt gets jealous sometimes, but I don't think...I mean, he thinks, but I don't think...uh...what did you want to talk about, Firae?”

Firae laughed. “Not your sex appeal, relax. I just...I suppose I wanted to ask for some advice.” Firae cringed slightly, knowing that he had not successfully disguised his nervousness this time. Blaine studied him for a moment.

“I'll tell you what,” Blaine finally said. “Why don't you give me a few moments to get cleaned up properly, and then we can talk about it over lunch.”

Firae exhaled deeply, not sure where exactly the sense of relief was coming from.

“That sounds lovely, Blaine,” he said.

“Tash, you're not admonishing me for daydreaming.”

“I don't admonish you, Kurt, I redirect you. And you really shouldn't daydream; this is important.”

“So important that you've been staring off into the distance silently for the past five minutes?”

“What? I have n-”

Tash sighed, giving up with barely the thought of a fight when Kurt arched a practiced eyebrow at him.

“Care to talk about it?” Kurt happily shut the large, wood-bound book in front of him with a bang.

“Kurt, we need to-”

“Tash, please. You're not the only one who can turn lessons into a discussion about relationship issues. Or have you forgotten what you were like before I married Blaine?”

“Well, you don't seem to unhappy with the outcome.”

“Precisely. So now it's your turn.”

“Kurt, there aren't any relationship issues to speak of. I may as well just start wearing the copper armband at this point.”

“Tash, you are not becoming a confirmed celibate. You're too young, too spiritually scattered, and far too distracted by the pretty boys at the baths for that.”

Tash blushed slightly. “I don't pay that much attention to the pretty boys at the baths,” he grumbled. “Only F-” he stopped himself and glared at Kurt, who was smirking at him.

“I thought so,” Kurt said triumphantly. “It's Firae. You finally figured it out and now it's torturing you.”

“What do you mean I finally figured out? It hasn't been all that long since...it started.”

Kurt sighed. “Oh, my dear Tash. In some ways you are so like Blaine – both incredibly romantic and completely oblivious. I knew you had feelings for Firae since the first time you stopped our study session to tell me I was stringing him along and behaving despicably.”

“Well, you were.”

Kurt glowered at him for a moment. “I know,” he finally conceded with a sigh.

“And you're wrong. I still hadn't really gotten to know him at that point, and I didn't particularly care for him, truth be told.”

Kurt shook his head and sighed. “Oblivious,” he muttered.

“Anyhow. That isn't the point. The point is that he is far too young and powerful and...well, brilliant to want someone like me.”

Kurt's expression softened. He put his hand on top of Tash's gently.

“Tell me what happened,” he said.

Kurt had slipped out to follow Blaine to bed at some point, though Tash certainly couldn't have said when. He loved discussing history and debating the merits of different political schools of thought with Firae. Firae was a bit arrogant, but he could be self-depricating too. As they got to know one another better, Tash was delighted to find himself discovering Firae's sense of humor and passionate nature. Firae never made Tash feel like their castes were so far apart. He displayed open reverence for Tash's knowledge and understanding of all those things Firae so desperately ached to learn more about. They both openly laughed with excitement at several points when they realized that they really understood one another, that there was someone else out there who had thought about the same things in the same ways, that neither of them were necessarily as singularly strange as they might have always thought.

The conversation was so comfortable that the rest of the world simply fell away. So animated that Tash could barely contain his excitement to be talking with someone who really understood this stuff, really cared about this stuff.

It had never occurred to him that Firae might be attracted to him. Well, perhaps he wouldn't have been surprised if Firae had propositioned him; he was royalty, and sleeping with those of the lower castes while single was not only ordinary but expected. But he had never thought it could be more than merely that. And perhaps that was why he had never let himself think about Firae in that way. He knew Firae was beautiful, but that was only because Tash had eyes that worked. Firae was a King. Firae was now his King. Falling in love with a King was, for someone like Tash, nothing more than schoolboy nonsense.

Except...there had been that moment. That moment when Firae had spoken of the challenges in convincing modern Sidhe to feel in any way responsible for the welfare of humans, and then Blaine had emitted a loud moan of pleasure that rang out from the guest chamber as if in answer to the comment. Tash had smirked. “Perhaps we should leave that to Kurt,” he had said. “He seems to be leading by example when it comes to...uh...taking responsibility for human welfare, by the sounds of it.”

Firae had laughed, deep and rich, and then something happened. They both reached for the bottle of nectar at the same time to fill their empty glasses, and their eyes met.

Any words that may have been on their tongues dissolved into their throats. They stared.

And they didn't move their hands.

And Tash saw him. He saw him. Not the King, but the man. The beautiful and clever and strong and passionate man, wise beyond his youth.

Their gaze lingered, and Tash willed himself to believe that he didn't see it in Firae's eyes too. Because it couldn't be there, could it? Tash was a convicted criminal of the common caste. He had always been considered handsome, but he knew he was nothing next to Firae.

Hell, he was nothing next to Kurt. Kurt was the only man Tash knew of that Firae had loved. And Kurt was breathtaking and pure and noble and Spiral, for the gods' sake. Kurt had never killed anyone outside of self-defense. Kurt had never had sex with anyone under compulsion. Kurt had never followed a slave-trader, justifying it to himself in absurd ways in order to avoid looking at his own despicable weakness.

But Firae was looking at him with intensity, and then the thumb on the hand that was still clutching the bottle of nectar began to stroke Tash's hand gently, and now they couldn't pretend that this wasn't something anymore. Tash just wasn't sure what the something was.

It was just a moment, but it had changed everything.

Flustered, Firae had finally seemed to come to himself, jumping up and muttering something about the lateness of the hour before smiling at Tash, red-faced and shy, and almost running to his bedchamber.

Tash had remained in the study room for a good hour, lost in thought.

Firae was young. He was so young. But he wasn't a boy. When Tash caught sight of the muscles in his back when he stretched, the way the water sparkled on his golden skin when he was fresh from the baths...no, he wasn't a boy at all anymore. And really, Tash wasn't so much older. A century at most. There were plenty of Sidhe couples further apart in age than the two of them.

And Firae was King. They couldn't simply be together in an easy way, even if Firae did want him. It would be something they would have to fight for, and how could he even tell if it was worth fighting for? Would it compromise Firae's credibility, when he was working to change so much? Would Chuya throw a fit, perhaps even threaten war?

Was Tash insane to even contemplate this in the first place?

An hour after meeting in the field, Firae was at Kurt and Blaine's house, waiting for Blaine to prepare tea.

The home was quite pleasant, really; it seemed very small to Firae, who had only ever lived in the Great Hall, but it seemed to be a comfortable size for two people. The rooms were peppered with large windows, and there was a distinct blend of Sidhe and human furnishing and design. The floor was carpeted with a soft but tough strain of moss, and the small table in the sitting room was made of tightly woven vines that grew out of the floor. The sofa and the love seat that flanked it, however, were crafted by human hands and covered in plump, soft red cushions.

Firae looked up as Blaine came in from the kitchen with a tray. He had brought tea, a plate of fruit, flowers and leaves for Firae, and a cheese and tomato sandwich for himself.

“I hope this is all right,” Blaine said. “I can make you a sandwich if you prefer, but Kurt doesn't eat cheese or bread, so I figured...”

“This looks perfect. I hope Kurt won't be upset with you for dipping into his honeysuckle supply, though.”

Blaine smiled. “I think he'll survive.”

Firae poured them cups of tea, and they ate in silence for a few moments before Blaine put his plate down and cleared his throat.

“So, Firae...it isn't that I'm not happy that you've come to me because I am, but you don't usually seek me out like this. I...I have to ask. What exactly is going on?”

Firae sighed. “Gods, Blaine, I don't know. I don't even know why I'm here, and I'm sorry for making you lose an afternoon's work, but I just...I need some advice, and for some reason you seem like the person I needed to get it from.”

Blaine seemed utterly disarmed by Firae's open vulnerability. “Is it Tash?” He asked softly.

Firae stared at him, open-mouthed.

“I...but...how did you know that? I haven't told anyone.”

Blaine shrugged. “Kurt had a feeling.”

“Kurt? Why? Did Tash say anything to him?”

“Not that I know of. Kurt's just very good at reading people.” Firae was pleased to note that he had absolutely no urge to punch Blaine for the fondness in his voice and the softness in his eyes when he said this. Things were definitely progressing. Perhaps they could be friends.

Firae fiddled with an apple blossom from his plate. “I just...I don't know what to do. Everything is wrong with this. I shouldn't even be contemplating it. It could interfere with everything we're trying to do in the Lands and in Villalu. But I haven't felt this way about anyone since...”

He looked up and met Blaine's eyes. Blaine gave him a slightly awkward smile. He didn't make Firae say it.

“It's good, though,” Blaine insisted, sipping his tea. “That you're letting yourself feel it. Letting yourself contemplate it.”

“Is it though?”

Blaine nodded firmly. “It is. All that...crap, Firae, that you're telling yourself – those are all problems that can be solved, one way or another. But nothing is more important than love.”

Firae snorted. “Really.”

“Yes, really. Look and me and Kurt.”

“I...I do. I look at you two and...to be honest, if it weren't for the two of you, I don't think I would be considering this. But...you're both so brave. I don't know if I'm nearly that brave.”

Blaine stared at him. He had never heard Firae's voice sound so small, had never seen Firae with his defenses down and his personhood on full display before. He still wasn't sure that they could call each other friends, but he did know that he was one of a very tiny number of people who had ever been allowed to see this side of the King before. It was both touching and humbling.

“Firae,” Blaine said gently, “you're brave too.”

Firae rolled his eyes. “Please, Blaine. You don't have to say that. I don't know that I ever would have been brave enough to rescue Kurt from slavery the way that you did, without any powers to protect you, and I certainly wouldn't have been brave enough to consider giving myself to him out of nothing but love before he even told you that Khryslee existed...and you just left. You gave it all up, your home, your family, all of it, for someone who wouldn't even promise to stay with you. I don't know that I could be that brave.”

“No,” Blaine said softly, “you're braver.”

Firae stared at him in shock.

“You...you let him walk away. You insisted on it. I don't think I could have done that. I love Kurt so much, but there is a part of the love I have that is just selfish, Firae. I don't know that I could have let him go, even if it was the right thing to do, even if it was what he really wanted. That level of selflessness...I think that's the bravest thing I've ever heard of.”

Blaine's eyes were slightly downcast, though the admission seemed to relax him slightly, as if it had been weighing on him. Firae was speechless.

“Nothing is more important than love,” Blaine continued, repeating himself. “And I think you and Tash could be really good for each other. I think you should let yourself be reckless.”

“But...” Firae began, the list of reasons why it was all wrong and irresponsible and selfish of him to pursue this relationship pushing themselves into the forefront of his mind.

“Firae.” Blaine touched his arm gently. “Why did you want to talk to me about this?”

“I...I don't really know.”

“Well, I think I might. I think maybe you wanted to talk to me because you pretty much knew exactly what my advice would be. I think you knew that if you talked to Kurt or a member of your guard or anyone in your family about it, they would tell you to be careful, and think it through, and consider the effects it could have on your political standing. And I don't think that's what you wanted to hear, because I think that on some level, you know I'm right about this. You have a brilliant political mind, Firae, and about as much charisma as I've ever seen in one person before. The gods will be singing your tale across generations, and I actually mean that literally. Now go let yourself be in love. You deserve it.”

Firae stared at him for a long, long moment. Blaine simply smiled and took a bite of his sandwich.

“Thank you, Blaine,” Firae finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“I'm just saying you need to be careful, Tash. Think this through. This could seriously affect Firae's political standing.”

Tash sighed. “I know. I know, Kurt. But...I mean...I never thought I would feel this way again. And now, I don't know – it seems like maybe he feels it too...”

“He does,” Kurt confirmed.

“He...he said that?”

“No, but I can tell. I know him, and I see how he looks at you.”

Tash sighed. “Yes, well. It doesn't change anything.”

The words sent a jolt through Kurt. They were far too familiar, far too personal. He still remembered, with perfect clarity, all those years ago when he had first told Blaine that he loved him. And that it didn't change anything.

But of course it had changed everything.

“Tash, I'm not saying don't...explore this. I'm just saying that it won't be easy. I just want you to be sure that this is...it isn't just about Firae. It's about you too.”

Tash furrowed his brows slightly. He could see nothing but advantage after advantage in this as far as he was concerned. It was Firae who stood to suffer.

“I just mean...in some ways you really are quite a bit like Blaine. I know you've been hurt, but I also know that you really believe in love. I know that you believe it can overcome everything. And I just don't want you to get hurt all over again if you start this with Firae and then he ends up deciding that it's all just a bit too...difficult to fight for.”

Tash chewed his lip. Kurt had a point.

Still...no matter how horribly things had turned out, he had never really regretted being with Lee. Love was easily worth ten times the cost of pain when it came down to it.

Kurt laughed. “Tash, you're downright pining. Come on, let's go to Khryslee.”

Tash looked up in surprise as Kurt stood up.

“But...what...”

“You should probably talk to Blaine, he's better at this kind of thing than I am.”

Tash raised an eyebrow, but allowed Kurt to pull him to his feet. “I thought you were blessed with the ability to see what I am feeling before I even figure it out for myself.”

“Yes, well, I'm good at seeing what people are feeling, but Blaine is the one that really understands feelings.”

Kurt couldn't help but smile sweetly as he said it, his eyes taking on a faraway, love-clouded look. It made Tash's heart ache and yearn because he wanted it so badly, wanted his own version of what Kurt and Blaine had, and now he could almost taste the barest hint of it and it terrified him.

He snapped back to himself and frowned at Kurt slightly.

“All right, but if we are going to do this, then we are taking these materials with us, and I am staying in your guest chamber and we are finishing your lesson tomorrow.”

Kurt groaned, but helped Tash gather up the books and scrolls.

Firae looked out the window at the pink and apricot flush of the setting sun.

“I can't believe we've been talking so long. Blaine, forgive me, I didn't mean to take up so much of your day.”

Blaine waved his words away.

“It really isn't a problem, Firae. Sanya and the others have everything in hand, and they would have sent for me if they didn't. Besides...” Blaine glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, blushing and smiling slightly, “...it means a lot that you came to talk to me. I...uh...I've been hoping we could get to the point where we could start to be friends.”

Firae smiled back at him. “Me too,” he admitted. He was going to say more, but then the air was filled with the faint but unmistakable sound of Kurt's voice, and Firae knew that he had lost his audience when he saw Blaine's face light up. He was fairly certain that a sense of good manners was all that was keeping Blaine from bounding out of his seat and running outside to greet his husband.

As the voice drew closer, it was clear that Kurt had someone with him, although said person was simply allowing Kurt to talk. As they approached the house, Kurt broke into laughter over something, and Blaine's smile grew even wider at the sound.

“I'm home, my Beautiful Blaine!” Kurt cried out as he opened the door. “And you'll never guess who I br-”

The way in which all four men froze when Tash and Kurt entered the room was almost comical.

Blaine and Kurt's eyes met, and they both smiled in understanding. The objective now, of course, would be to get Tash and Firae to actually talk to each other about-

“Tash,” Firae breathed, and the way he said it almost made Tash's knees buckle. “I...” he looked around the room and swallowed. “I know you just got here, but perhaps...I mean...after you get settled and have something to eat...perhaps we could take a walk?”

“I'm not hungry,” Tash said quickly. “And...after that long grimchin ride, a walk sounds lovely.”

Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him to the large picture window that looked out over their front garden. They watched their friends walking off together and Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's, considering them as a couple. They were beautiful men; they both had golden-hued skin, though Tash's was a fair bit darker than Firae's. Tash's chin-length golden hair contrasted beautifully with Firae's long black braid, and his clearwater-blue eyes strikingly complemented Firae's burgundy. They were almost the same height, though Firae was ever-so-slightly taller and leaner, while Tash was a bit more visibly muscled.

“They look good together,” Blaine said, as if reading Kurt's mind.

“They do,” Kurt agreed, pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek. “And if you're the one Firae's been talking to about this, we may as well start selecting our outfits for the wedding right now.”

Blaine smiled. “I love you,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss Kurt properly.

“I love you too,” Kurt mumbled into the kiss, cupping Blaine's face gently.

“How long do you think they'll be?” Blaine whispered against his lips.

Kurt smiled. “I think they'll be awhile,” he replied, before taking Blaine's hand and pulling him toward the stairs to their bedroom.