The newlyweds sat across the bed from each other, just gazing into each others eyes. Thomas Anderson had left an hour ago and Kurt had taken a nap nestled in his new husbands arms. They woke up when the room got a bit cooler with a window left open.

“Hey, were...married,” Kurt said, as if he had never heard of such a thing.

“Ah, yeah...we are,” Blaine agreed. He looked a little bit lost, but grinned back at Kurt.

“You are my husband,” Kurt said as if he were imparting a deep dark secret to Blaine.

“Yeah, were husbands,” Blaine repeated, his eyes getting that soft look that conveyed his deep love for Kurt. It wasnt wasted on his new husband, Kurt knew how amazing this was.

“Im glad your dad was here for it. It just seems kind of – I dont know – fitting? I mean, the reason we were able to meet was because of Andy and Buddy if you think about it, and your dad knew them. Maybe they are up there watching over us,” Kurt said, blushing because he wasnt sure, even now, if Blaine believed him. He had shared everything that he had – what?Witnessed? Experienced? Dreamed? - about Blaines two uncles and Blaine said he believed him. It did seem somewhat far fetched, even to Kurts ears, but it was absolutely true.

“Do you think they knew that we would come along and carry on the connection that happens every generation, as if these two souls that we know as Kurt and Blaine were actually the same souls as Buddy and Andy?” Blaine asked. “Do you believe it?”

“Yes, I believe it. I think it is an honor to carry out their legacy. Do I think they knew at our age that their souls would go on?” Kurt asked.

“Maybe. If not at our age, then a little later,” Blaine told his husband. They sat quietly thinking what it all meant, moving more towards each other like magnets as they adjusted and got more comfortable.

Kurt was sitting quietly on the bed when he developed a tic in the muscle of his cheek. He sighed because he knew it wasnt going away anytime soon. He tended to get these when he was nervous, so he must be a lot more nervous than he thought he was. Maybe it was the stress of the past few weeks or maybe just the excitement that came with getting married today. Married. He and Blaine would be together for the rest of their lives.

~KB~

“Blaine?” Kurt suddenly cried as a terrible thought crossed his mind. He lay down on the bed, tummy to the mattress, suddenly taken over by dizzy bed spins and a terrible nausea.

“Kurt? Baby, whats wrong? Are you sick?” Blaine asked as he touched Kurts back gingerly, trying to discern what was wrong with his husband.

Kurt just stayed where he was, his heart in his throat as he began to think about what this marriage would mean to his father. Oh, why didnt he think this out? Why didnt he include Burt? He just wasnt thinking clearly then, his brain was so full of everything that he had screwed up and it was all due to not thinking it all through. This was supposed to be a happy day, and now look at what he had done – what they had done.

“Baby, tell me whats wrong?” Blaine said, not sure of what was causing this breakdown.

“Oh...Blaine....what will my dad say? Will he think I betrayed him by running off to get married? Especially when he finds out your dad was there at the wedding. Oh my gods...what if your dad calls him??”

“Lets not borrow trouble, Kurt. Im sure hell come around to being happy for us, thats just his way. Cmere, Ill hold you for a while until you feel better, okay?” Blaine offered and Kurt was in his lap a breath later.

Blaine pulled Kurt in close, holding him tightly and kissing his hair. He thought about what Kurt had said. Was it fair that Thomas got to be at the wedding but Burt was left out in the cold? Kurt was practically Burts whole life. Had he, Blaine, been to blame for this? He wanted so badly to get married, to make sure Kurt would be his for the rest of their lives. The accidents had definitely played on his mind since they had left the hospital and to think he might lose Kurt? Well, that scared him. So, when Kurt asked him to marry him, of course he said yes. He had been thinking of asking Kurt first. He had felt that there was something between them since the first day when Kurt took his hand and led him off the staircase.

“Kurt, I know youre upset that Burt isnt here, but we cannot rewrite what has already happened. Lets not think about it for now. I promise I will do anything to make this up to your dad,” Blaine tried. Kurt looked up at him.

“This is my fault, not yours, Blaine,” Kurt said. “My dad would have stopped us, and thats the reason I didnt ask him to come with us. I do feel badly about him not being here, but...well, you see what Im saying. We will go straight to his house when we get home and tell him.”

Blaine rubbed Kurts back to try and soothe him. Kurt gave him a grateful look and snuggled closer in Blaines strong arms. They held each other for a long time.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kurt whispered, his fingers tracing Blaines face, his eyes blinking.

“I was thinking about Burt. Im so sorry, Kurt. I guess I didnt talk about it because I was afraid hed stop us, and I wanted you to be my husband right away. I can see now that was selfish, and I owe you an apology,” Blaine said with all seriousness. He looked into Kurts stormy eyes to see if his apology was accepted. Kurt looked sad, but Blaine could see that he didnt blame him.

“Like I said, it wasnt your fault, love. It was mine. I am the one who asked you to marry me, I am the one who wanted to come to New York with you. I know its my fault and Ill have to pay the consequences. I have a few days to come up with a way to tell my dad without breaking his heart,” Kurt said, his eyes on his fingers as he traced patterns on his thigh. The tic in his eye was worse.

“We cant change the past, babe, but we can plan to tell your dad in such a way that he will not be so sad or angry about it. I think if we call him tonight? Maybe let him know before we get home?” Blaine suggested.

“Yeah, he might be over his lecture by then. I know this is going to end in a lecture. Hes going to make me feel lower than the low for sneaking behind his back to get married.” Kurt let his head drop slowly down to Blaines shoulder and cuddled in as close as he could get.

“Here, lets get under the blankets and just hold each other. It is our wedding night, after all,” Blaine whispered, helping Kurt to cover themselves with the warm bed covers.

They just lay next to each other, Kurt leaning over to turn on the radio to a classical music station. He came back, tugging Blaine so he was right next to him, his arms surrounding him with love and support. Blaine began kissing Kurts cheek, very gentle and soft. Kurt met his lips and they slowly let their tongues meet in Kurts mouth as a brazen moan came out, making Blaine blush furiously.

“How about we lose the pajamas now?” Blaine suggested and Kurt jumped to do just that, Blaine following his lead. They got into the bed and pulled the covers back over them.

“Give me your hand,” Blaine asked, taking Kurts hand in his own. “Its so warm, babe, your skin is soft and warm, I love touching you.”

“I love it when you touch me, Blaine. I love you.”

Blaine held Kurts hand, bringing his wrist close to place kisses across the inside of it. He could feel Kurts blood surging through the veins that came close to the skin there, he could feel Kurts heart beating as his sensitive lips touched his pulse. Blaine moved his mouth up Kurts arm, feeling the tender skin of the underside of his forearm. He could not help the smile that sprang to his mouth as he enjoyed the softness.

“I think I could spend a lifetime exploring you, Kurt, and still never tire of it. You are so beautiful,” Blaine whispered. He moved to kiss the tendons in Kurts neck, running his fingers along his collarbone. Kurt reached out to do the same, but pulled back when Blaine winced. Hed forgotten for a moment that Blaine had broken his collarbone.

“Sorry...is it still so very sore?”

“Not all the time, just when you touch right on it. The bones have knit but it is still tender. Its okay, lets just lie down and I can rest my arm,” Blaine suggested. He wanted to be able to make love with Kurt tonight – it was their wedding night and wasnt that tradition? Maybe he should have spoken to Kurt about it first. It was a bad habit of Blaines to assume things. He was used to the thought that he understood what Kurt was thinking, but the truth was that he really had no way to be sure of that.

“I dont want to force you to do anything you arent ready for, you know...” Blaine whispered, kissing Kurts neck just under his jaw.

“Im ready, love. Im ready for anything you want to do tonight, my husband,” Kurt whispered back. Blaine got shivers down his spine when he heard that word. Husband.

“We should have talked about this earlier, but are you sure youre ready to make love?” Blaine asked.

“Oh, yes...I am so ready. Where do you want to be?” Kurt asked, suddenly anxious.

“I am happy either way, where do you want to be?” Blaine answered Kurts question with one of his own.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine, looking at his face to try and discern something.

“How have you always pictured us? You have...ah...pictured us doing that, right?” Kurt asked.

“Of course! Since that first day I heard you in the shower...”

Kurt blushed bright red. He remembered the day Blaine had spilled the tea and coffee on his mattress when he heard Kurt moan his name in the shower.

“What position were you in?” Kurt asked.

“Oh...well, several. It tended to change with the day but usually I was topping,” Blaine confessed. Kurt smiled.

“I want to try both, but if were being truthful, I usually dreamed of being on the bottom,” Kurt whispered, tracing Blaines lips with his finger as his husband smiled. “With you inside me...”

While they had not had anal penetration, the two had been busy with every other aspect of sex for a while now and they had been using tongues and fingers to achieve things.

Blaine laid Kurt down on his back, taking up where he had left off kissing his neck for a while before his hands reached to touch his husbands body.

“Your skin is so soft, baby, like silk,” Blaine breathed, his lips still touching Kurts neck. He moved down to mouth over his collarbone and he sucked on the thin skin there. He was very careful not to suck too hard, he didnt want to leave a bruise. Kurts skin was too beautiful to leave marks all over it.

Kurt reached down to stroke the inside of Blaines thigh, tickling with his fingers to begin before adding more pressure. He pulled back just enough to kiss Blaines neck now, burying his nose in the warm skin.

“Oh, god, you smell so good,” Kurt whispered, the scent of the ginger-and-pepper body wash combined with Blaines own scent was enough to make Kurts erection even harder. His body reacting by trying to rub against Blaine in any way possible to feel the friction he desired.

“Have patience, baby, Ill take care of you,” Blaine said.

“I need you now, Blaine,” Kurt returned, moving his hand to cup that beautiful, round ass cheek and squeeze.

Blaine discretely pumped lube into his hand from the bottle on the bedside table and applied it to Kurts pink entrance, rubbing softly at first. Kurt moaned and Blaine pressed harder.

“Yes, Blaine... yes...” Kurt moaned, his eyes closed and his mouth open as Blaine massaged him for a while.

Taking more lube to cover himself, Blaine slicked it on, taking a moment to just stroke himself before rolling Kurt over on his tummy. He had placed a pillow under his hips first and when he gazed on the sight of Kurt, waiting for him and moaning, he almost lost control.

He moved up, between Kurts legs, and lay over him so he was touching all of Kurts back. He breathed warmth onto the nape of Kurts neck, following that with open mouth kisses.

“Dont wait, Blaine, please...” Kurt managed to say, trying to pull Blaine down further, but his hands were at awkward angles while he was on his stomach.

“Okay, baby...are you still okay?”

“Yes, just...I need it now, Blaine. Please?” Kurt breathed.

Blaine pressed himself close, just at the entrance and then pushed. He meant only to just get the head in but as it turned out he pushed much farther. Kurt stiffened, a whine escaping from his mouth as a searing pain shot through his body. He grabbed at the headboard, determined not to let Blaine know how much it burned. Hed heard from one of his friends how painful the first time could be and he was going to be brave. Blaine pulled back just a tiny inch and then came forward again. Kurt could hear the whimpers and moans that Blaine made when he was experiencing intense pleasure and was even more determined not to make a fuss.

“Oh...Kurt...baby, its so good,” Blaine murmured and Kurt got a warm rush knowing Blaine was enjoying it.

“More...” Kurt breathed out, knowing he needed to relax to make this feel good. He let his breath go, willing his muscles to do the same.

Blaine was very gentle, pushing forward only a tiny bit at a time, trying to make it easy for Kurt.

“No, I need all of you, now,” Kurt begged. He thought if the initial thrust was done, it would get better. Blaine complied with his request and slowly pushed in farther, farther as the red hot fire seeped into Kurts very cells. He bit down on his cheek, willing himself not to cry out. He was doing this for Blaine, his husband, his love. Suddenly the fire faded and Kurt could feel that he was so close to Blaine, that they were as close as two people could be, and the sighs and moans that flooded into his ears were proof that Blaine was in heaven.

“Blaine...” was all Kurt could say, but it was enough. Blaine pulled back and pushed in, he was molding Kurts body to fit his own and Kurt was finally feeling what he had dreamed of for so long. The heat, the pressure in all the right places, the thoughts running through his mind of how amazing this truly was now.

“Oh, Blaine!” he shouted, followed by a moan he couldnt stop if he tried. The feelings were now filling him up, the physical and the mental competing for space in his brain as it felt better and better. Kurt finally gained control over his muscles and pushed back when Blaine was pushing in. It was working, it was amazing and suddenly Kurt didnt want it to stop – but was powerless in slowing down.

“Kurt...baby...ohhhhh...so good...” Blaine stammered, with no brain cells left to figure out actual words, his entire being focused on getting there, and making sure Kurt was getting there, too. He moved his hand under the edge of Kurts chest and found a nipple. He pinched it gently between his fingers and Kurt let out a squeal as he came into the pillow below him. Then Kurts body suddenly squeezed in a quick rhythm as Blaines heart thundered in his chest and he came so hard he lost all conscious thought. He pumped quickly, deeply into his husband as Kurt moaned out his pleasure.

Too soon it was done and both of them relaxed on the bed, falling onto their sides, Blaine still inside Kurt as he wrapped his arms around his body and held on to Kurt for as long as he could.

Finally, he pulled out, rolling to his back but making sure he was still close, still touching Kurt. He opened his eyes, looking at those deep blue eyes with their tiny glimmers of golden sunshine. These were the eyes he fell in love with the first moment he looked into them on the staircase at Dalton so long ago.

“I love you, Kurt,” he said, not really thinking first, just blurting out the first thing on his mind.

“And I love you, too, Blaine.”

A while later they lay in the bed, which was hastily remade when they found the linen closet in the apartment. They lay together, touching still. Blaines head was nestled on Kurts chest as they looked out the large window at the New York skyline, lighting up the dark night with a million brilliant points of light.

“Was it...was it what you expected?” Kurt asked, feeling very shy all of a sudden.

“Yes and no. It was hotter, temperature-wise, and it was so much – I dont know – softer? Does that make sense?”

“Yes, I understand. I remember thinking that the first time I fingered you,” Kurt said with a laugh in his voice. He did recall that feeling, the wonder at how smooth and warm the muscles were inside. Thinking of that and wondering when he could experience doing what they had just done again with Blaine, but roles reversed.

“How was it for you? I thought at first that I was hurting you?” Blaine asked, looking intently into Kurts eyes. He saw the truth in them before Kurt uttered a word. “Oh, my god...I hurt you, didnt I?”

“No, no....” Kurt tried to cover up.

“Dont lie to me, Kurt. I can see it in your eyes. Why didnt you tell me?” he asked, his voice a weak whisper as he thought about hurting the love of his life while he was taking so much pleasure from the act.

“You dont understand, Blaine. Listen to me.”

“Okay...”

“Yes, initially it did hurt, but I knew it would. Ive known all along it would, but I also knew that once we got past that original thrust the hurt would fade and it would be worth it. It was, Blaine, what I felt after was so worth it. I promise, I didnt mind the pain because you were worth it. Didnt you hear me moaning? Couldnt you tell how I was feeling?” Kurt tried to explain, worried that he had ruined something he didnt know how to repair.

“Okay, yes, I did feel the difference after the first few minutes. Promise me youre okay now?” he asked, sounding reluctant to give in right away. He did feel badly that hed hurt Kurt, the one person in the world that was so precious to him. He leaned forward a bit to kiss Kurts cheek, then to kiss his mouth tenderly. Kurt kissed back, letting his muscles relax as he scooted closer to his husband.

“Great things are worth a sacrifice, right? Well, it was a great thing to make love with you, Blaine, and the fleeting pain was forgotten right away when the heat and ….pleasure took over. That was so much more intense than the burning, I assure you. Lets not talk about that any more, okay?” he pleaded.

Blaine didnt want to forget it and was planning to do something to make it up to Kurt, but in the mean time there were Kurts soft pink lips waiting for him. He leaned forward again and took advantage of them, kissing gently and as tender as he could to let Kurt know how sorry he was that there had been any discomfort. Kurt kissed back, knowing he had married the best man that there ever was.

~KB~

“Hello, Dad?” Kurt said, holding the cell phone to his ear. He and Blaine had decided to call Burt tonight instead of waiting, but Kurts cell rang before they could gather courage to place the call.

“Kurt? Hey, I just wanted to call and ask how the New York trip is going? Are you boys having fun?” Burt asked. His voice was cheery and it made Kurt feel even worse for not telling him the real reason he was in New York. He didnt actually lie to his father in so many words, but it was the same thing. Not telling him was like he betrayed his dad and he hated that it put a shadow on the whole wedding day.

“Kurt? You still there?”

“Yeah, Dad, Im here. I just wanted to talk to you. Im glad you called. I was going to call you,” Kurt stumbled, not sure how to say this to his dad.

“Kurt, are you okay? You arent making a whole lot of sense, kid. Why did you need to talk to me? Did you and Blaine have a fight?”

“No, Dad. Sort of the opposite of that. We..ah....Blaine and I....” he could not get the words past his tongue. He just sat there on the bed and turned to Blaine, handing the phone to him with tears in his eyes. One glance at his face and Blaine understood. Kurt wanted him to tell Burt. He picked up the call and took Kurts hand tightly in his own.

“Kurt? Are you there? Kurt?” Burt called into the phone, getting worried.

“Mr. Hummel? Burt? This is Blaine.” Blaine took a deep breath and squeezed Kurts hand.

“Blaine? Is Kurt all right? He didnt sound good, whats happening there? Is he hurt?” Burts voice rushed through the line.

“Everything is fine, Kurt is fine. He is having trouble telling you and so I offered to do it,” Blaine started.

“Telling me what? Are you two in jail? Do I need to fly out there? What the fuck is wrong?” Burt shouted, his mind full of all the worst tragedies that could befall the boys. Blaine stopped for a brief second – hed never heard Burt swear before.

“No, nothing like that...no, its good news. I promise,” Blaine tried.

“Okay, then just spill it. Now.”

“Ah...Kurt and I...well, we have been thinking about it for a long time...and with all the things that went on with the accidents and then ….well....” Blaine stammered, knowing Burt was going to blow a fuse but also that he needed to tell him to spare Kurt.

“Oh, no....you didnt...” Burt shouted, then in a very small voice he almost whispered,“Tell me you didnt.”

“We did, Dad,” Kurt said. Hed pushed the speaker button when he heard his dad yell.

“You got...married?” Burt asked, though by now he knew the answer.

“Yes, Dad. Blaine and I are married,” Kurt got out, then put his head in his arms and the tears started to flow. There was silence on the cell phone.

“Mr. Hummel? Are you okay? Please answer...” Blaine tried to think of something he could say. “We love each other, you know that. This is good news. Can you maybe be happy for us?”

“Yeah, of course...[cough]...Im happy that youre happy. Are you still coming home on Saturday?” Burts weak voice came through the phone.

“Yes, of course. We will finish the school year as we intended, everything will be the same. Just that we are happier now,” Blaine tried to explain.

“Okay. Ill pick you up at the airport. Blaine, you will be good to Kurt, wont you?” Burt asked, his hurt showing in his voice.

“I love Kurt more than anyone or anything in this world, Mr. Hummel. He is the most precious thing a loving God put on this Earth and I am blessed to have him,” Blaine said, his voice shaky as he tried with all of his heart to make Burt understand. “I am honored he asked me to marry him.”

“He asked you? Oh. Okay then.....I will see you boys...ah...men on Saturday. Let me say goodbye to him,” Burt said.

“Dad? Youre off speaker. Im sorry, I wish you had been here...Im so sorry,” Kurt tried to say, his voice small and quiet.

“Its okay, son, I understand. You must love him a lot to make you do it this way. Blaine is blessed to have you, dont let him forget that. I love you, Kurt,” Burt said, trying to keep the tears from his voice.

“I love you, too, Dad. Ill show you, this was not a mistake. I promise,” Kurt got out. “Goodbye, Dad.”

“Bye, son.”

~ KB ~

“Kurt, what can I do?” Blaine asked, his eyes red from the tears spilled as he watched Kurt from across the bed. Kurt had curled up in a little ball, the blanket covering all but his face as he cried into the pillow.

“Blaine, Ive never done anything so cruel in all my life. How can I forgive myself?”

“Kurt, its okay. Your dad is not going to disown you, he said he was happy for us. It might not have been the best decision we ever make, but your dad loves you and I promise it will be fine. Now, come over here and let me hold you,” Blaine coaxed.

Kurt uncurled himself and stood up. He started to smooth the sheets and make the bed, Blaine taking the other side and helping. When the bed was the way they liked it, Blaine went over and took Kurts hand, leading him into the bathroom and coaxing him to sit on the vanity chair while he filled the tub with hot water and a few capfulls of the carnation-sage bath oil that Kurt preferred.

They sat down in the tub, relaxing in the hot water. Blaine sat in the deep end of the tub – water up to his chest and Kurt in front of him, his arms cradled around Kurts ribcage trying to give him some comfort. He hoped the warm water would sooth the pain from Kurts first time.

Blaine gently massaged Kurts tight muscles, working out the knots in his neck and shoulders before he leaned his head over Kurts shoulder and kissed his neck.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Yes, Blaine, I do. Thank you,” Kurt answered, opening his eyes. He had been so relaxed in Blaines arms. His lips curled into a smile as he turned his head to give his husband a kiss. This day had been so full of amazing highs and deep lows. Kurt leaned back into Blaines chest and sighed. The bath felt good, the scent was relaxing, and being cuddled in his husbands arms made him content and loved, happier than he had ever been.