The plane landed in San Francisco late in the day and the boys went straight to their hotel room. Blaine was so tired, he was shaking by the time Kurt wheeled him over to the bed.

“Do you want to take a nice hot bath while we wait for room service?” Kurt asked.

“I don't know.....I'm so tired,” Blaine yawned.

“I can just get it ready and wake you up when the water is hot enough?” Kurt said, smiling at Blaine.

“You do so much for me, and I really appreciate it...” Blaine smiled back.

“I'd do anything for you.....” Kurt giggled and broke into song, Blaine joining in:

I'd do anything

For you mean everything to me

I know that

I'd go anywhere for your smile

Anywhere

For your smile

Everywhere I see..

Would you climb a hill?

Anything.

Wear a daffodil?

Anything.

Leave me all your will?

Anything.

I'd risk everything for one kiss

Everything.

Yes, I'd do anything

Anything?

Anything for you.

I'd do anything for you, dear,

Anything,

For you mean everything

To me.

They dissolved in giggles, hugging each other until Kurt finally tore himself away and went to get the bath ready. A few minutes later, he was carrying Blaine in and setting him in the tub before stripping off his own clothes and settling down in the hot water. Kissing and smooching led to more kissing and touching, but they had supper on it's way up, so they ended the bath early and Kurt had Blaine in his pajamas, himself in a fluffy robe when the room service came.

Sitting on the bed with trays, they enjoyed oysters, crab, lightly breaded flounder, and Parmesan garlic bread along with freshly steamed vegetables and a bottle of sparkling apple juice.

“Well, we're clean and fed – want to watch a movie or just listen to music?” Blaine asked Kurt, snuggling closer on the bed and kissing him on the neck.

“Wait just a second...I have to go grab something,” Kurt said, getting up out of bed and going over to the suitcase sitting open on the bench. He unzipped an inside pocket and withdrew a small package, wrapped in shiny gold paper with a pale blue ribbon. He went back to the bed, crawling across to Blaine and sitting down next to him.

“What's that?” Blaine asked, eyes shining at the package wrapped in the colors from their wedding.

“It's a wedding present. From me to you, baby,” Kurt said, his eyes looking into Blaine's, softening as he smiled at his new husband.

“It's only fair if you open yours too, then. Can you get it out of my carry-on?”

Kurt reached over the side of the bed, pulling Blaine's carry-on up on the bed. Blaine searched through it, finding the package and giving it to Kurt. It was a small package, wrapped in white paper with a gold and blue bow. Blaine giggled, so happy to be here with Kurt.

“You first!” Blaine crowed. Kurt very carefully opened the package, not tearing the paper but folding it and the bow before opening the box. Inside was a camera. “That is so we can take pictures of the island and anything we see there, pictures to keep to remind us of our honeymoon,” Blaine said, as Kurt moved closer to kiss him on the lips. “Back at the house is the rest of it – it has a dock where you can just set the camera to upload the pictures and print them from your laptop. I also got some photo albums and frames for our favorites.”

“Thank you, baby. This is just perfect,” he said, touching Blaine briefly on the cheek and then gathering him close before kissing him again.

“Hey...wait a minute, I want to open my present!” Blaine complained, although he made no move to do so as he kissed his husband.

They finally pulled back and Blaine tore open his package, not waiting to do it neatly as he scrambled to tear the bits of paper off and get the box open. Kurt rolled his eyes. Inside, the little box was lined with velvet and sitting nestled on the red velvet was a silver harmonica.

“Oh, Kurt! Oh, this is just......oh...I lost my old one and I missed it so much.” Blaine had a catch in his voice and Kurt understood that he had thought of the right thing to get him. He knew Blaine was having trouble holding his violin and sitting up to play the piano. He had managed to play his guitar once or twice, but the harmonica was easy to hold and he could take it with him anywhere. Kurt grinned at Blaine's enthusiasm. He didn't have time to reflect on this for long because his arms were suddenly filled with his overjoyed husband, kissing and hugging and talking all at once. Kurt just tried to hug back, patting him on the back until he calmed down.

Blaine let go and took the harmonica out of the box, looking at it and finding the engraved inscription that read, “Baby, I've loved you a thousand years, and I'll love you a thousand more, Kitten” in a swirling script. Blaine whispered, “Oh, Kurt...the song from our wedding....” and put the instrument to his lips, playing a simple version of that song, a few notes were off, but by the third time he played it, it was right. Kurt blinked back tears of joy to see Blaine so happy.

Kurt grinned as Blaine looked at him. “You look like the cat that ate the canary, Kurt. Okay, what's up. Spill.”

“Oh, while you were opening your present and all, I was just trying out my new toy.” He smiled, waving the camera. He had made a video of Blaine opening the present and playing the harmonica. Blaine just smiled back. They looked at the short video together, grinning and thinking of all the things they could make videos of....and giggling.

“I'm tired, Kurt. Let's get a little bit of sleep, then go see a few things in the morning. I want to save my strength for Bora Bora, but while we're here I want to see the Golden Gate Bridge, Fisherman's Wharf...just a few things.”

“Okay, baby. We'll go in the morning, then rest until we have to catch the plane the next day.”

They had fun seeing a few sites in San Francisco, and sitting by the beach to watch the ocean waves come in. It was about impossible for Kurt to push the wheelchair in the sand, so they just sat near enough to see the waves and it was fine. They would be closer to the water in the Pacific in another day anyway. The time went quickly and the next morning found them going to the airport at the crack of dawn for the long flight.

Bora Bora

The honeymooners lay on the bed, the white gauze curtains pulled shut around it as they just looked at each other, the sun filtering through the gauzy fabric, smiles spread across their faces.

The flight was long and Blaine had to have extra doses of the pain medication, which just made him sleepy but didn't do much for his pain. By the time they landed, they had been more than eight hours in the air, and everyone's patience was stretched. But there were no bad incidents and once they landed, Kurt and Blaine were so mesmerized by the beauty of the island, there was no grumpiness.

They took a speedboat from the airport to the Hilton Bora Bora Nui Resort, where they had a secluded bungalow built over the water. There was a glass window in the floor in the living room where you could watch the fish swimming under the bungalow. The walls in the bungalow were panels that could be moved to open most of the walls to ocean view, and the light tropical breeze felt good in the hot climate of French Polynesia. While there were a lot of things planned for the time they were there, it was about four weeks, so there was plenty of time and Kurt wanted Blaine to rest for the first two days to recoup from the long flights. He was still a bit worried that it was all too much for Blaine, having been deathly sick less than a month ago, but the change in his husband was something just short of miraculous.

Blaine had been depressed and withdrawn when he got home from the hospital. Kurt had been, too, but it was worse for Blaine. He had worse pain, and his legs would just not move, no matter how hard he tried. There were little twinges or flickers of movement, but nothing even remotely like enough to even move it an inch across the bed. He couldn't even turn over in bed without help.

The doctors had patiently explained to Blaine and Kurt that the nerves had been traumatized by the infection in the lining of his spinal cord, that nerve damage took a long time to heal, that he should be encouraged by the fact that the nerves were not dead. And the boys tried to think that way, but it was hard. Looking out on the bleak dirty snow of the Ohio winter, it was hard for anyone to feel lighthearted.

And there was the fear that gripped Blaine every day...that he would get sick again, but even more that the paralysis had affected his ability to get an erection. He hadn't tried, he had deliberately turned away a little to avoid contact with Kurt's body, or claimed he was tired or hurting so he wouldn't have to be in a position for it to happen. Because even though thinking it might be damaged beyond repair was frightening, knowing for sure that he couldn't was beyond what he could even imagine. So he was caught in the fear, and it deepened every day, but he couldn't tell Kurt – not after the wedding and all. He knew the time would come, and very soon, when Kurt would know.

The next morning, the sun came shining down on the tropical island and Kurt woke up to a pair of hazel and green eyes looking at him, the golden skin of his new husband looking like he had already been in the sun all day. Blaine did have beautiful skin. His shiny black curls were just beginning to grow back, covering his head with a downy cap of soft hair that Kurt never tired of running his fingers through. He blinked a few times before realizing that Blaine was only wearing a few patches of sunlight and his heartbeat quickened. He touched Blaine's cheek, cupping it to turn his head so he could see his smile, then moving his fingers down Blaine's neck to run along his collarbone.

“Good morning, baby,” Kurt cooed, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning, my love,” Blaine returned, placing a small kiss on his forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

“I'm really rested. I thought I'd need a few days to catch up, but I am thinking I want to go see something today...maybe a beach?” Blaine was clearly in a great mood.

“Well, let's get our morning stuff done and breakfast under our belts and see how you're feeling then.” Kurt said cautiously. Blaine just grinned.

Blaine was feeling much better, so Kurt arranged to have them taken to White Valley Reef. Kurt was a little worried about taking Blaine in to swim, but Blaine was adamant that he would be fine. Kurt carried Blaine down to the beach and into the warm water, holding on as they made their way out to the first sandbar. They both wore snorkeling masks and put their heads under to see all the sea life surrounding them. It was magical – there just wasn't any other word for it.

Blaine moved his arms through the water in front of him, floating in the sunlight, smiling back at Kurt who had a hand on Blaine's side as they moved through the seaweed, waves of fish darting in front of them. As the water got deeper, Kurt put an arm around Blaine's waist, holding him close to his chest and kicking with his strong legs, bringing Blaine along as he moved through the water.

The water was warm, soothing to Blaine's sore joints, so much so that he had quite forgotten to be careful about how he moved. It was like being weightless, floating through space, but with a lifeline – Kurt – tethering him to safety. They were still close enough to shore that Kurt could touch his feet to the sandy bottom when he stood up. They took their snorkel masks off and looked at each other, smiling with bright eyes sparkling in happiness. Kurt moved in back of Blaine, never letting go, and put his arms around his husband's waist. He leaned over his shoulder, kissing his neck, and looked down. He could still see the new henna pattern decorating Blaine's skin. They had done new henna patterns just before the wedding, but with the water and all, it had faded a little. Blaine's was a peacock pattern, curling from mid-back over his shoulder to swirl around the pectoral muscle of his right side. He traced the pattern, grinning when Blaine ducked his head because he was ticklish. He turned in Kurt's arms, wrapping his hands around Kurt's biceps and moving his body so that he was horizontal. Kurt's hands moved underneath Blaine's stomach, gently holding him up in the warm water.

“Can you kick your legs?” he asked.

Blaine tried to move them, but nothing happened. He was discouraged – and it showed on his face – but he didn't say anything. Kurt pulled him back closer and ran one hand down Blaine's left thigh.

“Here, just try tensing the muscle. Not moving it all at once, just tense the quad muscle in your thigh,” he instructed. Blaine closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to remain relaxed while sending a message to that single muscle. Kurt kept his hand there, and he could feel the tiniest quiver go through the muscle, just for a second. He whooped with joy!

“I can feel it....just there,” he said, running his finger along the belly of the muscle he had felt. Blaine grinned.

“Do you want to try more? Or rest?” Kurt asked, trying not to show the hope on his face in case Blaine was too tired.

“Yeah, let's try the other side,” Blaine agreed. He closed his eyes again and sent the message to his right thigh. Nothing. He tried again, but still no results. Kurt didn't want him to get discouraged.

“Think, what did you do the first time? Put yourself back in that moment and try to relive it, what were you thinking?”

“I was trying to be relaxed – oh, I was doing it on the left again, just a minute,” Blaine held up a hand, then smoothed it over his right thigh. “Okay, put your hand there.”

Kurt did as he was asked and felt the same small quiver shoot through the quad, under his fingertips. He started bouncing up and down in the water, loosing his balance and dunking Blaine, who came up sputtering, “Hey!” and splashing Kurt with his struggle to keep his head above water. But Kurt was right there, holding Blaine close to his body, keeping him safe. Blaine was moving his arms in a desperate way to try to stay afloat until Kurt spoke very softly in his ear that he was fine, that Kurt would never let go. Blaine calmed down almost immediately, mumbling I'm sorrys and putting his arms once more around Kurt's neck.

“It's okay, baby, I didn't mean to scare you. I wouldn't let anything happen to you, but I know that must have scared the crap out of you. I'm the one that's sorry.”

“Don't worry, I'm fine...we're fine. I was just caught off-guard.”

They focued back on the water, looking at the coral as they move further from shore. Blaine turned once again to kiss Kurt and Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's sides, fluttering his fingers as he went. Blaine didn't appear to be ticklish right now – which is astounding since he starts giggling if Kurt so much as looks at him hard. He must be distracted by the sights of all the sea life. Kurt continued to move his hands over Blaine, finally resting oh so gently on the front of his swim trunks and softly fondling. Blaine seemed to be oblivious, which made Kurt wonder.....so he increased the pressure a little, moving his fingers along the outline of Blaine's cock, which was soft but beginning to show interest in Kurt's attention.

Hmmm....Blaine wasn't sure if the meningitis had affected his ability to get hard, and they had been reluctant to put it to the test in the days before the wedding, and after the wedding, too. With the trip and all, they didn't have the proper time to devote it - and so here they were on their honeymoon in a tropical paradise, and not a clue if they could 'do the deed'; but it seemed to be working now, even if Blaine remained unaware. Kurt kept up the soft touching, getting a response with every stroke, but decided to quit before Blaine noticed. This could be explored later in the privacy of their bungalow.

They surfaced, smiling at the things they had seen under the surface, at the sunlight sparkling on the water, at the sea birds calling in the sky. It was a beautiful day to be alive and in love.

Back on the beach, Blaine was leaning back on Kurt as they lay in the sand. Kurt's arms were around him as they laughed and smiled, excited at experiencing all of this together.

Blaine turned, looking at Kurt's eyes and leaning forward to kiss his lips, soft and wanting. Kurt returned the kiss, pulling Blaine closer and pressing his lips on Blaine's mouth, running his tongue over Blaine's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. The sun beat down on them, warming Kurt's skin as Blaine moved his mouth to Kurt's neck, sucking and licking slowly in lazy circles. He heard Kurt start to hum, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself, and it spurred Blaine to kiss farther down Kurt's chest, rubbing his fingers in the dusting of chest hair that had recently begun to grow there.

They had made the decision to go back to the bungalow, Kurt worried about the effect of the hot sun on his skin, in spite of all the sunscreen he had practically bathed in that morning. Blaine was asleep in the bed, but Kurt wasn't tired, so he decided to go for a walk down the beach by himself. He was back in less than ten minutes, the sun too hot and the walk too lonely. He was still a little restless, but decided to try to rest. He took off his clothes and got into bed next to his very naked, sleeping husband.

Kurt played Big Spoon, curving around Blaine's back and pulling him close to his chest, wrapping his arms tight. He was fine with that for a while, but Blaine was restless in his sleep and kept rubbing his fine ass against Kurt's ever increasing hardness. It was distracting to say the least, and Kurt found himself moving his fingers lightly against Blaine's stomach, dancing with the dark hair that made a path down his belly. Before he knew it, he was stroking Blaine, who was getting hard in his sleep, until he burst awake, his erection throbbing and his eyes wide open - staring at Kurt.

“Ah...how was your nap, baby?” Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, licking around the shell to bring the lobe into his mouth and suck on it for a second before letting go and moving his tongue down Blaine's neck.

Blaine didn't actually say any words, just hummed in a positive and encouraging way as he felt the warmth begin to spread in his belly. He looked over his shoulder at Kurt, whose eyes were dilated and deep, dark blue. He pushed back against Kurt, feeling his erection rubbing over his buttocks and hearing a small cry from Kurt. His breath coming in ever increasing gulps as he realized what this meant – that they could make love for the first time as married men, and that thought made his heartbeat quicken. He pulled away from Kurt a little, struggling to turn in his arms to see Kurt's face.

“Oh, baby, is this okay?” Kurt asked, blushing in his excitement.

“Yeah....more than okay, Kurt, it's so good,” Blaine whispered, moving in to kiss Kurt's pink lips, swollen still from the kissing on the beach a few hours ago.

Blaine wanted to do this so much, he wanted Kurt to do it right now, waste no more time, and he was trembling with anticipation as he frantically kissed Kurt deeper, thrusting his tongue into Kurt's mouth and swirling it around, caressing Kurt's tongue, darting under and over, sucking it into his own mouth. He could hear Kurt gasp, then meet him in a swordplay of tongues - the two of them finally breaking apart and gasping for air while their hands increased their exploration and seduction of the other.

Kurt put a gentling hand on Blaine's shoulder, stroking slowly to calm him – all the while putting forth a tremendous effort to calm himself, too. Blaine realized this and scooted so there was about three inches between them. He looked at Kurt's eyes, love shining through, and leaned his forehead against his husband's forehead, eyes closed as he caught his breath, willing his heart to slow down a bit.

“I know, we have all night, Kurt. I was just, I don't know, excited isn't the word, really. It was just...” Blaine was at a loss for words.

“I understand, baby, it was too much all at once. To know you didn't have to have that fear anymore, wasn't it?” Kurt asked, his lips buried in Blaine's neck, then ghosting over the soft hair, the beginning of curls growing on his head. Kurt smiled, happy not so much for himself, but to think Blaine had healed a little more that day and knowing he could feel the relief that he could actually make love after the devastation of the illness.

Blaine nodded his head, unable to say anything for a moment.

They moved quietly to the center of the bed and Kurt turned Blaine so he could see him, brushing his nose against Blaine's and getting a soft giggle in reward.

“Kurt, can we make love? I know it's new, this feeling coming back to me, and we did a lot today – but it's all I can think about.”

“Yeah, baby, of course we can. Do you feel up to it? We can just do something, ah, easier? If you want.” He had to use a lot of strength to make it sound like anything was okay, when all he could really think about was being inside Blaine, connecting to him in that most intimate way, making it the wedding night they had both thought about since they were first together, because even then they both knew the other was the love of their life, their soul mate.

“No, Kurt...I want it all. And I want it now.” Blaine couldn't keep the need from his voice, and Kurt felt that down into his belly. He didn't say another word, just got up and brought back the bottle of lube and a towel to lay on the bed. The panels in the walls were all closed, the lights out and the sunshine kept at bay. The fan was on and a breeze kept the bungalow cool.

“Baby, which way do you want to do this...?”

“Kurt, I can't be on top, my legs won't hold me,” Blaine looked at him as if he lost his mind.

“Ah...well, we actually can do it, if I ah...sort of..bottom from the top?”

“What?”

“I can get on top of you and slide down so you're inside me, if you want to try it that way. You won't have to use your legs and I can, well, I can control the.....ah...”

“Penetration?” Blaine whispered.

“Yeah,” Kurt was blushing. It wasn't as if they never spoke of sexual things, but for some reason Kurt was feeling kind of shy – he hadn't allowed himself the freedom to fantasize much in case Blaine was unable to do this. But with the evidence a foot away from him, his mind was catching up for lost time.

“Yeah, I'd like that, Kurt, if it's okay with you.” Blaine's turn to blush.

Blaine reached his arms out, gathering Kurt close to him to kiss him, very softly and gently at first. Kurt returning the kisses for a while, their hands, which were frantic just a few minutes ago, were soothing and sensitive, feathering touches in the places they knew; soft breaths exchanged as tongues and fingers explored.

Kurt rolled Blaine onto his stomach, tracing the henna pattern over his shoulder and down his back, pressing his fingertips gently down Blaine's spine. He was a little afraid, this had been sore just a week ago, but Blaine sighed in contentment as Kurt splayed out his fingers to press with his palms along the springy ribs, then down to brush lightly across Blaine's buttocks and down the backs of his thighs. He brought his hands back, massaging the cheeks and the rounded muscles as Blaine moaned.

Blaine stopped and sat up, touching Kurt to show him to roll onto his stomach and relax. He did the same thing, running his fingers across Kurt's back, then over his buttocks and down the back of his thighs, but Kurt wasn't as comfortable with this as Blaine was, they hadn't done it this way before, so it felt strange to Kurt and he stiffened. Blaine leaned down to kiss Kurt's back, moving his tongue after his fingers, then blowing his breath to make a cool path that made Kurt shiver. Blaine spent the time to get Kurt relaxed in having his back rubbed and Blaine dipped his hands closer and closer to his buttocks with every circular motion on Kurt's back until Kurt was almost following Blaine's hands back up to keep them at the bottom of his back. Blaine knew exactly what that felt like, and his cock was showing a lot of interest as Blaine closed his eyes for just a moment to remember the way Kurt had done it for him. He let out a sigh.

His hands had worked their way down to cup Kurt's cheeks, massaging them and stroking, then down the backs of Kurt's thighs, Kurt emitting a whine as he left the cheeks behind. But Blaine was back, concentrating more as he began to kiss Kurt's spine, licking into the dimples on his back and beginning to stroke the valley between the muscles of his ass. Blaine licked and bit gentle bites until Kurt was almost panting, moaning quietly as it felt better and better. Blaine moved Kurt's legs apart, moving so he could lay on his stomach and spread the cheeks apart, first rubbing gently and then putting his tongue out to touch. He took a long, warm lick and Kurt just about came, gasping for the breath he'd been holding in anticipation. The moaning increased and Blaine felt every tiny sound all the way inside him, leaving him struggling to maintain.

“Oh, baby.....oh, uh...ohhhhh” Kurt moaned as Blaine licked with his warm tongue, swirling slowly and pushing gently to get just the tiniest bit inside the rim. He began to push in and out, a small rhythmic dance that brought Kurt almost to tears, trembling and shivering as Blaine pressed harder, saliva making it easier to move, the sounds of Kurt's excitement and the scent of Kurt himself driving Blaine to stop thinking, just to keep doing this, getting close to orgasm just from the stimulus of Kurt's enjoyment. He finally slowed down, not wanting it to end so soon, and he sat up, wiping his face on his forearm. Kurt was flushed, rosy all over with exertion and excitement.

Blaine got the lube and moved Kurt over on to his hip a bit so he could still reach, so Kurt's cock wasn't trapped under him any more. Kurt's hand reached for it, stroking a few strokes to calm himself as Blaine began tracing little circles with his fingers, pushing his first finger in but watching Kurt's face for any sign of pain. Kurt moaned, moving back as if he could bring forth more by doing that, and Blaine complied. He was inserting two fingers, Kurt thrashing in feverish impatience for Blaine to do it harder, faster, more....and he growled, unable to articulate what he needed. But they had done this part before, and Blaine knew exactly what Kurt needed. He gauged when the best time was, and changed the pressure, the scissoring, slowly until the pressure was against the front and he found that chestnut sized gland, and gently brushed his fingers across it, drawing a high-pitched squeal from Kurt's throat as the feeling intensified.

Blaine very slowly began to pull his fingers away from Kurt, anxious to get to the next part before Kurt came to the point of no return. Kurt, slightly out of his mind by now, tried to reach behind him to grab Blaine's hand back, but realized what was happening and turned, trying to calm himself a bit.

He was finally able to get to his knees, taking Blaine in his arms and laying him gently on his back. Getting his breathing under control, he kissed Blaine, whispering to him, telling him how much he was loved, how good he made Kurt feel, quiet little things about a thousand years and tomorrow, and forever. It didn't matter what he said, it was just a babble of soft promises and gentle understanding, the tender things they said to each other as he kissed Blaine's neck, down his chest to drift his tongue over the pink nipples – coming back to gently suck each one as Blaine's voice got higher every time Kurt touched them.

He took the lube and buttered his fingers and palm, slicking them over Blaine's penis in preparation. Blaine was unable to lie still, and reached for Kurt's erection, stroking a little. Kurt moved so his legs were on either side of Blaine's hips.

“Hold it at the base until I can get settled, I think,” Kurt whispered, not sure exactly how to do this. With the steady position, Kurt leaned forward and they were able to get the tip of Blaine's penis in the right place and Kurt moved his body down. It HURT. He stopped for a moment, Blaine looking scared and ready to pull out, but Kurt held up his hand to tell him not to move. He took a great breath and slowly moved down, Blaine barely inside – not even an inch. Kurt pulled up, then back, gaining another quarter inch. He did this several more times, finding that each time the burn stopped him, but upon coming back it was relieved.

“Pull off...” Blaine said.

“No.”

“Just for a second..” Blaine begged, so frightened he was hurting Kurt. Kurt obeyed, a sigh escaping. But Blaine just took the lube and added more. A lot more, then put more on his fingers to gently apply to Kurt's hole, circling and swirling until Kurt was moaning again.

“Now...” Blaine whispered.

Kurt, with a scared look of concentration on his face, got in to position once again.

Blaine looked at him, locking his hazel eyes with Kurt's blue ones. “Now, kitten, now...”

And Kurt lowered himself down, the feeling so much better, the pleasure ridding his mind of the burning, and he could not believe the feeling, better than his imagination had ever thought it could be. Blaine was moaning, the hot, flaming, boiling, burning, sizzling heat of Kurt was enveloping him so tightly, he had never imagined how it would feel. It was silky soft, slick and velvety – oh, the tightness, the softness and the heat were a combination of heaven he had not dreamed of. But better even that that - was seeing Kurt. Kurt's face was so beautiful, so enraptured as he moved to an internal rhythm, gaining momentum until the heat was forced down into Blaine's belly, stirring his emotions and bursting out, throbbing inside Kurt and coaxing Kurt's body to react and his orgasm reached a peak as the warm liquid came out in bursts – pulling Blaine along with him as he came inside Kurt, chanting his name and trembling, then Kurt pulling himself off of Blaine and lying down with Blaine in his arms as they pulled a sheet over themselves and hung on to each other.

Neither of them moved for a while, the feelings so fresh and new and unexpected. Neither of them wanted to break the spell, the magical, sensuous, emotional connection that was so strong in them, they would never break apart. They had known this before, had lived for each other, but this was like the tangible aspect of that love and they trembled together, grasping each other tightly. Blaine gently moved Kurt's head so his ear was over Blaine's heart once again.

“Hear that, kitten?” Blaine whispered into Kurt's silky chestnut hair,”It beats for you.” And Kurt kissed Blaine's chest, knowing it to be true.