“Do you think they’ll figure it out?” Kurt asked. He was pacing back and forth across the living room. “Will I go to prison?”

“Kurt, come here,” Blaine said. Kurt stopped his pacing and went to sit next to Blaine. Blaine softly placed his hand on Kurt’s jaw and moved Kurt’s head so they were looking at each other. “They’re not going to find out. I promise. I am more worried about who tipped them off,” Blaine said, dropping his hand on the last statement. He looked thoughtful.

“How do you know someone did? Maybe it’s just gossip. Our Ellen interview was the most viewed episode all season,” Kurt replied.

Blaine smiled at the thought of Kurt looking up statistics to see if they did okay. “You’re probably right, but-” Blaine paused.

“What?”

Blaine sighed, “I don’t know. Something has been off with Sebastian since we started talking about a wedding. And he is in charge of press, even if he didn’t tip off a reporter, he still let the article slide through to printing.”

Kurt looked thoughtful. “I’ve always gotten the vibe that he doesn’t like me.” Blaine nodded and kept thinking.

“In any case, it is out there. We have to keep doing what we’re doing and not let it get to us. I’ll text David and see what he says to do.”

“Okay. Hey, can we talk about something?” Kurt asked timidly.

“We can talk about anything, Kurt,” Blaine said. When Kurt still looked hesitant Blaine grabbed his hand.

“Well, uh, I’ve been thinking about what Ellen asked us…” Kurt started. He looked up at Blaine and continued. “I don’t know what I would’ve put down. I don’t know what I like.”

“I know,” Blaine said. It wasn’t condescending, it was just Blaine saying he knew where Kurt was coming from.

Kurt nodded. He was debating on whether or not he should expand. “I don’t know what I like, but I want to know. I know you don’t want a relationship Blaine, but I really like you. I can’t stop thinking about that night even though it was just you comforting me-”

“Kurt,” Blaine said softly. “I never said I didn’t want a relationship with you.” Kurt’s head shot up. “I said I didn’t want to complicate things.”

“So,” Kurt started, talking slowly as he thought about how to word his question. “You like me, but you don’t want a relationship with me, because you’re afraid if it goes wrong I will just up and leave?”

“No! I don’t think you would leave, however it is a possibility. I can’t take chances,” Blaine said and he looked apologetic.

“But you like me?” Kurt asked, looking Blaine in the eyes.

Blaine looked at him for a long moment, “yes.”

Kurt gave a single nod. “Thank you for at least being honest.”

“I am sorry Kurt. I wish we could do more,” Blaine said, honestly sorry.

“Well, you can be as sorry as you want to be, but at the end of the day, you’re the only thing holding us back,” Kurt said. He leaned over over and kissed Blaine. The kiss was not deep or passionate. It was just a press of the lips. Kurt was giving Blaine a taste of what he could have. Blaine’s phone rang loudly and Kurt moved away. “Good night, Blaine,” Kurt said as he walked up the stairs.

“Hello?” Blaine answered his phone. His mind was whirring with thoughts. Kurt was right, he was the only thing holding them back. He couldn’t think about it anymore though because someone spoke on the other end of the receiver.

“Hello? You there Blaine?”

“Yeah. I’m here Wes.”

“So I tweeted out from your account. It basically addresses the rumors. I think you and Kurt should carry on like normal.”

“Sounds good,” Blaine said, not entirely focused on the conversation at hand.

“You okay?” Wes asked.

“Yeah, listen I gotta go.”

“Okay. Two days until the wedding.”

“Like I could forget.”

XX

The next two days were quite something. Neither boy talked to each other at home. They tip toed around each other. Whenever they were in the same room the sexual chemistry was undeniable. Blaine wanted Kurt, and Kurt knew it.

One morning they were getting ready for work and Blaine was in the kitchen, buttering a bagel when Kurt came down in just his boxers. Blaine couldn’t tear his eyes away from Kurt’s muscled thighs. Kurt ignored Blaine, walking around the boy and putting another bagel in the toaster. Then he walked back upstairs, presumably to get dressed.

It was the night before their wedding. Kurt was sitting at a desk in his room. His reading glasses were perched on the end of his nose and he was looking at a script. He had an audition in a couple weeks and he wanted it to be perfect. He was writing little notations in the margins when Blaine knocked on his door. “Come in,” he said.

Blaine opened the door slowly and walked in. He quickly pushed away the sexy thoughts he had at seeing Kurt with glasses. “Hey,” he said softly as he walked into the room. He sat on the foot of Kurt’s bed, directly across from the taller boy.

“Hey,” Kurt said softly, looking anywhere but Blaine.

“I just uh, wanted to let you know I am buying tickets for our honeymoon. I was thinking maybe we could spend a few days in Italy so I can show you where I grew up. Then a few days in France, because I know you learned the language in hopes of going there someday.”

Kurt nodded. Blaine nodded back and stood up. “Are we okay?” Blaine asked.

“Of course,” Kurt said, but it was evident that he was anything but.

“Let’s make a deal,” Blaine started.

“We already have a deal,” Kurt said, getting a smile out of the smaller boy.

“Alright well then let’s make another one. Tomorrow we will get married, and then we will fly away to Italy. Once we’re in Italy, we’re no longer Kurt and Blaine.” Kurt raised an eyebrow but waited for Blaine to explain. “We are a newly married couple on their honeymoon. I want to love you Kurt. I don’t know what is going to happen after that, but I can’t risk messing up everything we’ve worked for. That being said, I also can’t stop thinking about you. I want you Kurt.”

“I want you too,” Kurt whispered, closing his eyes. He felt Blaine’s lips on his, a soft kiss.

“So what do you say?”

“We’ll be like Monica and Chandler? Sex and coupley things over seas but not back home?”

“That seems to be the only thing that’ll work with us.”

“Well, I’ll take what I can get,” Kurt whispered. Blaine kissed the boy once more before giving his hand a soft squeeze and leaving the room.

XX

The next day was a blur. Both boys wore smiles the whole day, whether it was because they were anticipating their honeymoon or that they were happy to be getting married was nobody’s business. The wedding was beautiful. It was set up in Central Park. There were tables everywhere, white cloths and gorgeous decor. There were reporters with their cameras ready.

Burt was in a makeshift dressing room with his son. “I haven’t you smile that wide in a very long time. How are things with you and Blaine?” Burt asked.

“That’s an odd question to ask considering you know it’s our wedding day,” Kurt said laughing.

“You know what I mean,” Burt said.

“Blaine and I are good. We’ve had a couple snafus, but we worked them out.”

“So are you two together yet?” Burt asked.

Kurt gave him a pointed look. “No. We’re not, but I think after this next week I can convince him.”

“Wow, that was way too much information,” Burt said, chuckling. “You look really happy, kiddo. I am happy for you.”

Kurt smiled and then ushered his father out the door. Kurt turned back to the mirror and fixed his hair. “Christ you look good,” came Blaine’s voice.

Kurt turned around. “Blaine! We can’t see each other before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”

Blaine laughed and walked up to Kurt, his hand squeezing the taller boy’s butt. “You designed my suit Kurt, I think that counts as seeing me.”

Kurt smiled and ran a hand along Blaine’s tux. It had turned out very good, and he had to admit his soon to be husband looked drop dead gorgeous in it. “I know,” Kurt said shyly.

“Hey!” someone yelled and the boys broke apart. “There will be enough time for that when you get to Italy, now you have an antsy crowd out there,” Jeff said.

“Yeah,” Nick continued, putting an arm around Jeff. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, smiling. “Ready?” Blaine asked.

“You have no idea,” Kurt answered, and the two walked out of the dressing room.

XX

The wedding was beautiful. Tons of pictures were taken and the boys were both smiling radiantly the entire time. The after party was great as well. Kurt danced with all his girl friends from high school, while Blaine danced with the former warblers. They all drank a little. Kurt and Blaine made sure not to get too tipsy.

Soon everyone was chanting dance and the boys felt obliged. Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and led him to the dance floor. He spun the boy around, making Kurt laugh. Then he pulled the taller boy close, hand resting on his lower back. He let his slowly drift further down. “My dad is watching us,” Kurt whispered.

“Oh?” Blaine said, and gave a soft squeeze to see his reaction. Kurt swatted him playfully. Blaine smiled and leaned to whisper something in Kurt’s ear. “I can’t wait to have you sprawled across the bed tonight.” Kurt blushed to his roots and onlookers didn’t have to guess that something sexual was said. The two broke apart and went and grabbed people from the crowd, getting everyone to dance. Burt danced with his son and then with Blaine. He may have told Blaine off about what would happen if he hurt his son.

Soon the party ended and Kurt and Blaine boarded a plane, hand in hand. “Italy here we come,” Blaine whispered, placing a kiss on Kurt’s jaw. Kurt closed his eyes, letting the ephemeral joy wash over him.

XX

The flight seemed to last forever, but only because both boys were anticipating the events of the evening. Kurt had had his eyes opened to how wonderful sex was back in Ohio, and it was hard to refrain from pinning Blaine against the wall and exploring further. Blaine hadn’t had sex in a year, besides the one night with Kurt. He also never had sex with anyone he actually cared about, and Kurt was very important to him.

When they arrived at the hotel, Blaine spoke in fluent Italian, getting their room situated with the receptionist. If Kurt wasn’t already hard in his jeans, that would have done it. What was he thinking learning french? Italian is sexy. The lady handed over a couple of cards and talked in rapid Italian. She was waving her hands around so Kurt figured she was giving directions.

Blaine nodded and said thanks. He grabbed his bag and Kurt’s as well. “We’re on the top floor- Honeymoon suite,” he explained to Kurt.

“Blaine! That must’ve been expensive,” Kurt said.

“Why are you always concerned with money? It is not an issue, I promise. Besides this way, no one can hear us,” Blaine said and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Kurt couldn’t hold in a whimper. Blaine smiled evilly and crowded Kurt in the empty elevator. He pressed right up against the taller boy, feeling his cock against his thigh. “You hard for me Baby?” Blaine whispered.

“Blaine,” Kurt whined, breathless.

“What?” Blaine asked and he pushed a knee between Kurt’s legs, giving him the delicious friction he needed.

“Ohhh,” Kurt moaned and dropped his head on Blaine’s shoulder.

“This is only the beginning,” Blaine said, breath hot in Kurt’s ear. The elevator rang out, alerting the boys that they had arrived to their floor. Blaine walked out and Kurt whined at the loss of friction but followed the shorter boy. Blaine unlocked their door and tossed their bags to the side, turning around and grabbing Kurt by the hips. He pulled Kurt in and shut the door behind him. Kurt flipped them and pinned Blaine against the wall.

“Been hard for hours,” Kurt said, nibbling down Blaine’s neck. The curly headed boy groaned and moved his to cup Kurt’s butt. Kurt had other other ideas. He grabbed Blaine’s hands and held them above the shorter boy’s head. “My turn to tease you.”

“Fuck, Kurt.”

Kurt kissed Blaine hard, knocking his head against the wall. Blaine whimpered and Kurt cheered internally. “No touching,” Kurt commanded.

Blaine squeaked out an okay before Kurt attached their lips again. “God, Blaine. You’re so fucking gorgeous. So perfect,” Kurt breathed out as he took Blaine’s shirt off. “Bed,” Kurt demanded.

Blaine didn’t need to be told twice. He ran over to the bed as fast as he could and Kurt chuckled. “Position?”

Kurt thought a moment. “Face down, ass up,” Kurt said, not knowing where this sudden confidence was coming from. Blaine groaned but did as he was told after taking his pants and boxers off. Kurt sucked in a breath at the sight.

“What are you going to do to me?” Blaine asked, voice muffled by the blankets.

“MMmm,” Kurt hummed while he thought. “I don’t know yet.” Kurt walked up the Blaine, placing a hand on one of Blaine’s round ass cheeks. He kneaded his fingers, watching the way Blaine’s skin moved under his hand. Without warning Kurt lifted his hand and brought it back down with some force.

“Jesus Kurt,” Blaine said, breathing in sharply.

“Sorry!” Kurt squeaked, confidence fading. “I should’ve asked.”

“S’okay. More than okay,” Blaine assured him.

Kurt nodded even though Blaine couldn’t see him. He placed his hand back over the reddenned cheek, massaging it until it returned to normal color. Kurt had never seen a naked man this close. Yes, he and Blaine had sex before, but he was on the bottom, and Blaine took care of him. Kurt spread the smaller boy’s cheeks. He heard Blaine suck in a breath. “Blaine?” he asked quietly.

“Yes?” Blaine asked.

“Can I stretch you?”

Blaine groaned and moved his head so that his cheek was against the blankets. He reveled in the coolness, as the rest of his body was on fire. “Yeah, there’s lube in the front pocket of my bag.”

Blaine heard Kurt’s feet pad across the hardwood and snuck a peek at the chestnut haired boy. Kurt was walking back to where the bags had been thrown aside. He stripped his shirt off as he went. Blaine’s mouth went dry at the sight of his alabaster skin. Kurt must’ve taken his pants off around the corner because when he came back, lube in hand, he was in only his boxers.

Kurt’s eyes met Blaine’s and he blushed, only just realizing Blaine was watching him. Kurt came up right behind him and froze. “Do you, um, want to change positions?” Kurt asked quietly.

“Huh? This’ll work,” Blaine answered.

“Okay,” Kurt said nervously, but still made no move to touch Blaine.

“Have you changed your mind about this?” Blaine asked, praying to a God he didn’t believe that Kurt hadn’t.

“No. I really want to, believe me. I just, don’t know what I am doing,” Kurt answered honestly.

Right, Blaine chided himself. Blaine rolled over so he was sitting in the middle of the bed. Kurt’s eyes locked onto his cock that was almost touching his belly. “Sit down, Kurt,” Blaine told him softly. Kurt sat on the foot of the bed. “You might wanna move a little closer.” Kurt blushed and moved to sit next to Blaine. Blaine cupped Kurt’s jaw and kissed him softly. He pulled back and looked Kurt straight in the eye. “You don’t have to be embarrassed okay?”

“Okay,” Kurt whispered.

“I’ll guide you through it. If you want to stop just say so,” Blaine said softly.

Kurt smiled. Blaine was rock hard, but here he was making sure Kurt was comfortable. “I’ll tell you,” Kurt promised.

Blaine gave a soft smile, and grabbed the taller boy’s hand. “Squeeze some of the lube onto your hand and let it sit for a few seconds so it warms up. Kurt did as he was told and held the sticky substance on his palm. Blaine grabbed a pillow and put it under his own hips. “Now, I am going to lay on my back like this, you can move in front of me, or wherever you feel most comfortable doing this,” Blaine explained.

“Can I lay alongside you?” Kurt asked timidly.

“Of course,” Blaine answered. He felt the bed dip as Kurt moved beside him. Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath, telling his body to relax. Blaine lifted his knees so that they were near his chin. Kurt moved an arm around the one next to him, keeping it in place. “Now, just spread some lube on my opening.”

Kurt did as he was told. Blaine shivered at the coolness. “Okay?”

“Yes,” Blaine answered. “Now, just circle around and start to push in slowly.” Kurt did as he was told. Blaine’s breathing increased as he did so. Kurt went back and forth between looking at Blaine’s face and at what he was doing. Kurt pushed the tip of his finger in. Blaine’s breath hitched and Kurt froze. “It’s okay, just go slow,” Blaine said. He grabbed Kurt’s free hand in his and held it to reassure the boy.

Kurt slowly pushed it further in. After a few minutes Blaine started pushing down and asking for another. Kurt did as he was told. Soon Kurt was scissoring three fingers in and out of the smaller boy. Kurt had stopped watching his hand and instead was focused on Blaine’s body. The hair dusting Blaine’s navel was standing up, his nipples were hard and calling for attention, but Blaine’s face was Kurt’s favorite sight.

Blaine’s eyes were still closed, but now his head was tilted back, giving Kurt access to his neck if he so wished to give attention there. Blaine’s mouth was open in a small ‘o’ shape. His cheeks were tinged red with heat. Kurt shivered from overwhelm and crooked his fingers.

“OOOooh,” Blaine let out. “Again, shit, again,” he panted. Kurt didn’t know what he did but he crooked his fingers again and Blaine moaned loudly. Kurt felt a little nob and realized that must be Blaine’s prostate. He pressed again and Blaine writhed. “Stop! Stop!” Blaine said. Kurt’s hand flew out from inside Blaine in a flash. He thought he had hurt the boy. “Sorry, I am fine. I just don’t want to come yet.”

Kurt let out a sigh of relief. “Can I climb on top of you?”

“Please,” Blaine answered. Slowly, Kurt sat up and took his boxers off. He swung a leg over Blaine’s hips and hovered above him for moment. Blaine opened his eyes and met those blue ones. Blaine nodded to Kurt’s silent question. The two kept eye contact while Kurt lowered himself so their cocks came into contact.

Upon contact Kurt closed his and moaned loudly. “MMM, Blaine.”

“I know,” Blaine answered. Kurt leaned down so that his elbows were at Blaine’s shoulders. He touched his nose to the smaller boy’s cheek and his forehead to his temple. Their chests were flushed together, amplifying the heat. Blaine brought his hands to cup Kurt’s ass and ground their cocks together.

Kurt sucked in a breath right in Blaine’s ear. Blaine repeated the motion so that Kurt was moving in a rhythm on top of him. Each drag of their cocks bringing them closer to the edge. Kurt attached his lips to Blaine’s jaw to keep from moaning. “It’s okay Kurt,” Blaine said. “Wanna hear you sweetheart.”

Kurt moved so his mouth was covering Blaine’s. Their tongues mingling. Kurt moaned into Blaine’s mouth as a particular forward motion caught his balls. The vibrations sent Blaine over the edge and he came, shooting white spurts between them. Kurt was about to climb off but Blaine held him in place. “But you’re going to be too sensitive,” Kurt said, recalling the times when he masturbated and tried touching himself right after he’d come.”

“It’s okay, wanna push you over the edge,” Blaine said and massaged Kurt’s thighs as the taller boy rubbed against him. One of Blaine’s thumbs swiped over Kurt’s balls and that was it for Kurt. He moaned loudly as he came. Then he collapsed against Blaine, exhausted.

Blaine brought his arms to rest on Kurt’s back, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck. “You like your balls touched,” Blaine told him.

Kurt chuckled, wasn’t that obvious? “Guess so,” Kurt agreed. Blaine kissed the boy’s cheek and rolled them over. He went to the bathroom and grabbed some wet wipes. He cleaned Kurt off first and then himself. After that he climbed up next to Kurt and pulled a blanket over them.

“Happy wedding day,” He whispered.

“Happy wedding day,” Kurt whispered back. He wrapped an arm across Blaine’s chest and rested his head above Blaine’s heart.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Beautiful."