"Dad! Are those plane tickets to Greece?"

Burt smiled at the two of them and nodded. "I, uh... I wanted you to be able to start your married life out on a happy note," he replied, his eyes flinching a bit at the word married, even though he clearly tried to hide it before they noticed. "And with what Carson has been through over the past few years, and with how much you guys must have struggled with this... this relationship... well. I just thought that you deserved the best honeymoon you could have."

Kurt blinked back tears as he looked down at the card in his hand. "Dad, I don't know what to say," he said. "I... this is just..."

"This must be really expensive, Dad," said Carson, placing one hand on Kurt's shoulder and looking from the card to their father. "I mean, are you sure that..."

"Now, none of that," Burt protested, shaking his head. "You're my sons, and you deserve it. I want you to enjoy yourselves. Relax a little bit before you... you know. Settle into life. Besides, I have a friend who knows a guy who owns a really nice resort on one of the islands."

"Holy shit," Sebastian piped up, walking over with Santana and whistling when he saw the plane tickets in Kurt's hand. "That's going to be the honeymoon from heaven. I mean, think of all the different places you'll be able to-"

"Sebastian!" Kurt hissed, his face flushing as he glanced pointedly in Burt's direction. Sebastian seemed to remember where he was and who he was talking in front of, and cleared his throat as Carson elbowed him.

"Ahem. I mean... yes. Yes, Greece is a beautiful country and I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time," he corrected himself. "Doing all sorts of, um... fun things."

"Yeah," agreed Santana, clearly trying to rein in a giggle. "F-fun." Her voice broke a little and her smile got slightly bigger as Sebastian snorted next to her, his shoulders shaking from trying to hold in his laugh.

"Both of you should be committed," Carson mumbled, glaring at them as Burt looked awkwardly down at his shoes.

"Anyway, yeah. Like I said, I want you two to have the best honeymoon possible," their dad said. "Go. Have... have fun."

"We will, Dad," said Carson, giving Burt a smile.

"This really means a lot to us, Dad," Kurt added, pulling Burt and Carson into a group hug. He wished he were able to convey in words just how much it meant to both him and Carson that not only was Burt there on their wedding day, but that he actually seemed to be handling it well. He wanted to be able to say how much of a relief it was to know that they didn't have to hide who they were from him, or suppress their relationship. He wished he could find a way to say that being given the freedom to be exactly who they were was the greatest gift they could ever have been given.

"Thank you," was what he managed to whisper, and Burt nodded in understanding.

"I guess I don't have much use anymore for the "You break his heart and I break your face" speech I'd always had planned for both of your weddings ever since you were kids," their dad said as he parted from the hug and looked at them. Kurt laughed and took Carson's hand.

"I'll take care of him, Dad," he said. "Don't worry about that."

"And you know how protective I am," added Carson. "I may not be what I once was, but when it comes to Kurt, I still have plenty of fight left in me."

"No, you're not what you once were," agreed Burt. "You were a great kid, and now you're an even better man. That goes for both of you."

"Ok, ok, let's put the brakes on the mushy stuff before I start crying," Santana interrupted, placing one hand on either twin's shoulder from behind them. "So, I take it you'll be wanting me and Andrew McCarthy to babysit the cat while you're gone, right?"

"Are you insane?" Carson exclaimed, turning around and looking at her with wide eyes. "Of course not!"

"Well, if he doesn't stay with them, what are we going to do with him, Carsey?" asked Kurt. He had the nervous feeling that he knew the answer to that question already, but he hoped he was wrong.

"We're taking him with us," Carson declared.

"But Carson," Kurt protested, trying not to whine. "Travelling is hectic enough without adding a pet."

"Kurt, I'm not travelling to a completely different country and not taking my baby with me," said Carson, crossing his arms.

"He's a cat, Carson," said Kurt.

"He's like my kid, Kurtsie! What if we had a child? Would you want to leave it with Santana and Sebastian while we go off on a romantic vacation?" asked Carson.

"Yes," Kurt insisted.

"Hey, I never signed up to babysit any children," Sebastian piped up.

"Yeah, I don't do kids," added Santana. "Not unless you want it babysat the Lima Heights way. And trust me, you don't want it babysat the Lima Heights way."

"Does everything you do somehow relate back to Lima Heights?" asked Sebastian.

"Pretty much," answered Santana. "Anyway, come on, guys. It's your wedding day. You don't want to start having marital spats now."

"Come on, Kurtsie. Please?" Carson pleaded. "If we don't take him, I'll end up spending the whole vacation worrying about him instead of enjoying myself."

Kurt sighed. He could already feel his resolve weakening, especially since Carson looked to be about two seconds away from pouting.

Well, how bad can it be? He's a tiny cat, not a Doberman. And it would calm Carson's nerves, so I guess it would be worth it.

"I guess it's fine," he relented after a moment, shrugging his shoulders. "But you're entirely responsible for the little demon the whole time."

"Of course," Carson agreed, nodding. "Absolutely."

"Great. Now that that's settled, let's all get back to our place for cake," said Santana cheerfully.

"I don't know," Carson said nervously a couple of days later as he and Kurt prepared to board their flight. "Maybe we should have left him home with Santana and Sebastian after all." He hadn't been prepared for the fact that the airline they were using required animals to be checked as baggage, which meant that Kurtsie Kitty was currently being loaded into some dark and stuffy cargo hold. Carson didn't even want to think about it.

Unfortunately, thinking about it was pretty much all he'd been able to do.

"It's too late now, Carsey," said Kurt soothingly, taking Carson's hand as they entered the plane. "We're already on the flight and so is he. Here's our seats."

"But he's all alone in there, Kurt," Carson protested, his brain filling with images of his precious cat, scared and alone, surrounded by other people's suitcases. "What if he starves on the way there? What if he thinks I abandoned him? What if he gets out? You know how he likes to pick the lock on his carrier!"

"Carson, honey, calm down," said Kurt. He sat down in his seat and gently pulled Carson down into his. "I know he does that, that's why I tied all those bread ties around the carrier door. He might be able to chew through one or two of them, but not all twelve. He's perfectly safe in there. He ate his weight in Fancy Feast before we left this morning. And you put his Garfield pillow inside with him. He'll probably just sleep the whole time."

Carson let out a breath. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right," said Kurt with a nod. "Try to relax, baby. We're on our honeymoon," he whispered into his ear, stroking his hand softly. "Focus on all the fun we'll have when we get there."

Carson nodded. Kurt was right, of course, but he was still only half able to concentrate on that when he was still so anxious about Kurtsie Kitty.

Ok, Carson, just stop it. He's a cat. He'll be fine, he told himself as the plane took off. The poor thing will be jetlagged, but fine.

"Uuuugh," Kurt moaned beside him, beginning to root through his carry-on bag.

"You ok?" asked Carson, his concern shifting from his cat to his husband, who was practically turning green beside him.

"Mmm-hmm," Kurt murmured. "Just my usual takeoff sickness... where the hell is my gum?"

"It's in there, hon. Here, let me find it for you," Carson said as he took the bag from him, grateful for something to do. "Here it is," he announced, retrieving the slim pack of peppermint gum and handing Kurt a piece. "Do you need to lay in my lap?"

Kurt nodded, maneuvering himself so that he could settle down with his head in Carson's lap as Carson softly stroked his fingers through his hair. Truthfully, Carson had kind of missed this. It felt like it had been a long time since he'd been the one to offer Kurt any sort of comfort. For much of their adult life, it had reverted to the other way around.

Kurt eventually fell asleep in his lap, which Carson thought was just as well, considering it was going to be a long, overnight flight. He must have drifted off as well, because the next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes to a darkened cabin. From his vantage point at the back of the cabin, he could see that most of their fellow passengers, of which there weren't very many, were either sleeping or otherwise engrossed in some sort of in-flight entertainment. His lap felt empty, which he momentarily realized was due to the fact that Kurt was sitting up in his own seat, his eyes focused intently on the screen of his iPod, on which he was playing a game of sudoku.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Kurt whispered quietly when he noticed Carson blinking sleepily at him. "Well, technically it's not morning, but you know what I mean."

Carson yawned and leaned over, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder as he watched him play his game. "Have you been awake long?"

"Long enough to suffer through one in-flight movie," replied Kurt. "And long enough to watch the couple from a few rows ahead of us duck into the bathroom together. They're still in there, if you get my drift."

Carson raised his eyebrows. "Mile High Clubbers? Fucking gross. Do they realize that other people have to use that bathroom after them?"

"Oh, come on," said Kurt with a smile. "Is it really any worse than anything else people do in there?"

"Point taken," replied Carson.

"Besides, what if I told you that airplane sex is on my bucket list?" continued Kurt casually, as though discussing the weather. Carson choked, feeling himself flush from head to toe as his husband's words sank in.

"It... it is?" he squeaked. A sly smile spread across Kurt's face, his eyes never leaving his iPod screen.

"Yep."

"How interesting," said Carson casually, at the exact moment that the bathroom couple emerged and headed nonchalantly back to their seats. "How, um... how long has that particular item been on your bucket list?"

"Mmm... I'd say since our first flight to New York for Glee club," answered Kurt as his finger tapped over the screen in front of him. "Of course, we weren't together then, but you were wearing your glasses and you looked so hot. My mind kind of wandered a little."

"Really," said Carson, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the fact that his dick was just as interested in what Kurt was saying as he was. "So, hypothetically speaking, if you were to fulfill this item on your bucket list, the glasses would add to the experience, or...?"

"Oh, definitely," replied Kurt with a smile. "They make you look like a naughty librarian. Or a teacher."

"Jesus," Carson murmured.

"No, not Jesus," Kurt quipped. "I don't really find Jesus sexy."

"Smartass," said Carson.

"I learned from the best," retorted Kurt.

Carson smirked and reached for his own carry-on bag, rooting around in it until he found what he was looking for. He slipped the small rubber case that contained his reading glasses out of the bag and removed them, wiping them briefly on the hem of his hoodie before sliding them onto his face.

"Now you're not playing fair," said Kurt, sucking in a breath as he lifted his head and noticed the glasses.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," Carson said casually, grabbing his copy of Sky Mall and thumbing through the pages. "I'm merely putting my glasses on in order to read."

"Sure you are," said Kurt. "And I guess if I got up right now and went into that bathroom, you would just continue sitting right here reading descriptions of useless electronics that no one in the history of the world has ever wanted or needed?"

"Yep," said Carson, his eyes focused on his catalog.

"You surely wouldn't follow me in there or anything," pressed Kurt, the smile evident in his voice.

"Certainly not," replied Carson.

"Well then," said Kurt, sticking his iPod in his bag and leaning over so that his face was closer to Carson's. "I'm going to the bathroom," he whispered in his ear, and Caron felt himself shiver a little as Kurt's hand brushed ever so gently against the front of his jeans on his way up out of his seat.

Little shit's gonna kill me, he thought, barely able to concentrate on the catalog as he watched Kurt through the corner of his eye. He wondered if anyone would notice him following Kurt in there, and to his relief, he decided that no, they probably wouldn't. They were at the very back of the cabin, and almost everybody was sleeping anyway.

Good. Because I'll be damned if anyone's going to stop me now.

Very slowly and casually, he set his catalog back in its holder and got up from his seat, taking his time and trying to look as if he were just stretching his legs. Once he'd determined that nobody was paying any attention to him, he turned around and made his way toward the bathroom. He lifted up a hand to knock gently on the door, but before he had the chance the door was opening and he was being dragged into the bathroom by the fabric of his hoodie.

"Kurt, what the hell?" Carson began as Kurt pushed him up against the wall (which, admittedly, wasn't hard to do, since the room was so tiny they were both practically already up against the walls). "Someone could have... mmph," he murmured, his words cut off by Kurt's soft lips on his own.

"Do you really want to argue with me right now?" asked Kurt, pressing his body as close as possible and circling his hips against Carson's.

"No," replied Carson.

"Didn't think so," said Kurt, colliding their lips back together and deepening the kiss, practically devouring his mouth as his hands fumbled with the button of Carson's pants.

"Wait... mmph... wait," said Carson, regretfully tearing his mouth away from Kurt's and running his tongue along his bottom lip.

"What is it?" asked Kurt breathlessly.

"How are we going to..." Carson began, trailing off without finishing the question. "It's so small in here, and we don't have any lube."

Kurt blinked at him. "We have lips and dicks, don't we?"

"Yes. Yes, we do," replied Carson.

"Good. Glad we settled that," said Kurt, nipping at Carson's lips with his teeth as he resumed with unbuttoning his pants.

"Mmm... wait, let me..." Carson whispered, pulling away from Kurt again and maneuvering them so that Kurt was backed up against the sink. "Stand there. I want to do you first."

"Oh?" said Kurt, raising an eyebrow as Carson leaned in close, brushing his lips against his husband's ear.

"Listen to teacher," he whispered, thanking his lucky stars that Kurt had decided to wear jeans for the flight, because it would have been unsexy as hell to be fussing unsuccessfully with the millions of buttons on a typical pair of Kurt pants. In no time, he had Kurt's jeans pulled down far enough to pull him out and begin stroking him teasingly.

"Christ, Carson," Kurt breathed, sucking in a breath as Carson roved his lips over the skin on his neck, sucking a kiss into his favorite spot. "I honestly didn't even think you'd be into doing this here."

"Well, you know. Anything to make you happy," Carson replied, sinking to his knees. He pressed several kisses into either of Kurt's thighs before wrapping his lips around the tip in front of him, running his tongue along the slit and looking up at Kurt teasingly.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" Kurt asked. Carson sunk his lips further down on him in response, letting him hit the back of his throat in a well-practiced move before slowly dragging his lips back up and popping off.

"I have a pretty good idea," he answered. He wrapped his lips back around the head and sucked, causing Kurt to suppress a moan and jostle his arm into the faucet of the sink. A stream of water poured from it, and Carson giggled around the dick in his mouth, which only made Kurt moan more.

"We'd be in so much trouble if we got... got caught...hrrngh," Kurt said, trailing off as Carson used one hand to cup his balls gently.

"Mmm," Carson murmured in agreement, his mouth too busy to say much else at the moment. He sunk his mouth back down, dragging his tongue along the underside on his way back up and then repeating the action, until he'd worked up a steady rhythm that had Kurt breathing hard, clearly trying to keep quiet. He glanced up, eager to check his progress by way of Kurt's face. He wasn't disappointed. Kurt's head was thrown back, his chest heaving and his cheeks flushed a brilliant scarlet, which contrasted beautifully with the rest of his fair complexion. He glanced down at Carson, and Carson felt a rush of heat go straight to his own dick at the sight of Kurt's usually blue eyes blown dark with lust.

"Cars... fuck," he moaned, his hips jutting forward after a particularly hard suck. He quickly caught himself, but Carson just as quickly grabbed hold of his twin's hands, placing them in his own hair before he grabbed at Kurt's ass, pushing and encouraging him to move. He didn't take his mouth off of him to say anything, but luckily Kurt caught on, moaning low in his throat before beginning to rock his hips, gently at first and then gradually picking up the pace. Carson felt him hitting the back of his throat repeatedly, and he snuck a hand down inside his own jeans, seeking to relieve some of the aching pressure.

"Carson... god... I... " Kurt babbled, picking up his pace ever so slightly more before letting out a high pitched whine as he stilled, pulsated, and came directly into Carson's mouth. Carson eagerly swallowed everything he was given and then sat back on his heels, looking up at Kurt and smiling as he licked his lips and tucked him neatly back into his pants. Kurt's eyes were glassy and he was flushing even more than he had been, the pinkish glow spreading down to his neck as he breathed hard.

"Oh my god," he breathed. "Honey, the... the glasses... you have no idea how much I wanted to finish on your face."

Carson had to suck in a breath at those words. He frantically reached back into his own pants, knowing that it would only take a few strokes before he could finish himself off, but Kurt's hands on his shoulders stopped him.

"No... let me," Kurt said. He turned them around, backing Carson up against the sink this time, and quickly worked his pants further down, wasting no time with wrapping his lips around him. Carson had to bite his lip to keep from screaming, the warm wetness of Kurt's mouth felt so good. It didn't take more than three or four bobs of Kurt's head before he was coming with a moan, his dick aching to get hard again at the sight of Kurt swallowing it all.

"Well," said Carson after a moment of silence. "I guess you can cross the Mile High Club off your bucket list."

"I guess I can," replied Kurt with a smile. He tucked Carson back into his pants and stood up, placing a soft, tender kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," replied Carson. "Literally," he added, before kissing back. "Now, serious question, do you think Kurtsie Kitty is going to hate me when we land for keeping him in his carrier for over nine hours?"

"Oh my god!" Kurt exclaimed with a squeal as he and Carson entered their hotel room and set down their bags. "Oh my god, Carsey! It's beautiful! It's absolutely gorgeous!" It really was. After Kurt had checked them in (by himself, the better to avoid any potential awkward questions from the staff), they'd been given one of the nicest rooms in the entire resort. It looked almost exactly like the pictures Kurt had seen when he Googled the place, right down to the breathtaking view of the ocean from the adjacent balcony.

"Isn't it just beautiful, Carson?" Kurt asked, rushing over to the nearest window and taking in the view. "Oh my god, this is it. This is heaven. This is where I want to retire when we're ninety years old."

"Whoa, slow down there," Carson protested. "I nearly died walking up those endless stairs to get to this place. There's no way I'll be able to do that when I'm ninety. Besides, we'll be retiring way before that, I hope."

"Oh, hush and look at this view," said Kurt, taking his hands and dragging him out the doors that led to the balcony. "Look at the ocean, Carsey. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in all your life?"

"Yes, and his name is Kurt," said Carson, leaning in for a kiss. "Although that water is a very, very close second."

"Kiss-ass," said Kurt, kissing him back and placing his hands delicately around his husband's waist. "This is going to be the best honeymoon ever. What should we do first?"

"How about nap?" asked Carson. "Right after I get Kurtsie Kitty settled. I don't think the poor thing is ever going to recover from that flight. Are you, little guy?" he said, entering back into the room and picking up the tiny cat as Kurt followed him. "He's traumatized," he added in a baby voice, holding Kurtsie Kitty up to his face and nuzzling him.

"Well, I hate to point this out, but he could have just stayed home with Santana and Sebastian," said Kurt sensibly, sitting down on the bed and taking off his shoes. "You're the one who insisted on bringing him with us. He could be living a very nice cat life right now in their apartment, playing with his toys and possibly chewing on some of Santana's shoes for the hell of it."

"Actually, he only does that to your shoes," Carson pointed out. "And I've almost broken him of that habit."

"Almost doesn't cut it, babe," said Kurt, frowning at the memory of losing several favorite pairs of shoes to the cat's tiny little fangs. "But let's not worry about that right now, ok? Feed the cat and then come lay down with me."

"Be right there," replied Carson, setting the cat down and busying himself taking out Kurtsie Kitty's food and dishes, filling one with food and the other with water and setting them down in a corner of the room on the decorative "You're The Cat's Pajamas!"place mat featuring a cartoon cat wearing feety pajamas that was Kurtsie Kitty's favorite. Kurt didn't see how a cat could have a favorite place mat, especially one that damn ugly, but Carson insisted that it was.

"There," Carson said when he had finished, removing his shoes and climbing up on the bed to join Kurt. "God, this bed is comfortable."

"Yeah, it is," said Kurt, snuggling down into the pillows and holding his arms out in invitation. Carson entered them eagerly, settling his body up against him and his head on Kurt's chest, and his pleasant weight and the slight smell of his shampoo made Kurt sigh in utter happiness. Never mind what he'd said about Greece before. This was heaven, laying here with the love of his life in his arms, with absolutely nothing mattering except that they were together. Forever now, at that.

"I still can't believe we're actually married," murmured Carson. "Seems like a dream."

"I know," said Kurt. "I'm having a harder time believing that Dad is actually ok with it enough to send us here, and... oh god!" he exclaimed, a horrible thought suddenly occurring to him.

"What is it?" asked Carson in alarm, looking up at him worriedly. "Are you ok?"

"No! I mean, yes, I'm fine, but... shit, something just hit me," said Kurt, biting his lip and looking awkwardly around the room. "I can't have sex in here," he said, almost in a whisper.

"Why not?" asked Carson, frowning in confusion.

"Carson, Dad sent us here. He knows what we're supposed to be doing in this room!" Kurt said, a slight panic rising in his chest. "Oh god, he's going to know we had sex!"

"Um, Kurt?" said Carson gently. "I hate to be the one to break this news to you, but I have a feeling that he already knows we've had sex. Like, at home."

"No, no, no, stop talking about it!" Kurt protested, shaking his head. "How am I supposed to ever look him in the eye again?"

"So, am I really the only one who thinks that Dad assumed something already happened between us in high school, or...?" replied Carson.

"Yes," said Kurt, trying to relax his breathing and holding onto Carson. "I don't think that he thinks that."

"But if he always knew that we loved each other, and we were always in the same bed..." said Carson, biting his lip thoughtfully. "I mean, I don't know. It's what I would assume happened, even though we know it didn't."

"Well, I don't think that he thought that," Kurt said again. "If for no other reason than that he didn't insist on us sleeping separately. He does know us better than we think he does, after all."

"True," said Carson with a yawn. "If we ever have kids, let's not make them sleep separately."

Kurt giggled. "Deal. I don't know, though. I don't know if I even want kids."

"You don't?" asked Carson.

"Well, no," Kurt admitted. "Do you?"

"Not really," said Carson quietly. "I mean, if you wanted them and that's something that would make you happy, then I would be happy too. But, well. You know me, Kurtsie. I'm not even much of a people person, let alone a small people person."

"I'm well aware of that, and I married you anyway," said Kurt teasingly, booping Carson on the nose with his index finger. "I have to say, I don't see myself as being much good when it comes to raising kids. I mean, I like them, but... I don't know. I don't know if I want to take on so much responsibility. And I think that the more important factor to consider here is that, well... our relationship isn't exactly traditional. I mean, it's one thing for a kid to have two daddies. It's a whole other thing for them to have two daddies who are clearly related. What would they tell people? Kids are cruel. We both know that. I wouldn't want to put a child through all the inevitable teasing or worse."

Kurt bit his lip as he finished talking, wanting to cry at the mere mental image of a child, one that he and Carson would love with all their hearts, bearing even a tiny fraction of the bullying and teasing that Kurt had experienced growing up, and for a lot less than having two fathers who were brothers.

"I know what you mean," Carson said quietly, leaning up to kiss Kurt softly on the lips. "Kids are little bastards to each other. It's probably better if we don't have any."

"Exactly," said Kurt, kissing him back. "I have you, and we have your evil little cat. We're plenty of a family."

As if he'd heard Kurt talking about him, Kurtsie Kitty emerged from the bathroom right at that moment, licking his lips from what Kurt assumed to be drinking out of the toilet, and wiggling his tiny little butt in the air before leaping up, pouncing onto the bed and settling himself between them. As was his usual way, he made sure to give Kurt the ass end of his body, settling his head on Carson's chest and purring contentedly.

"Seriously, cat?" said Kurt with a frown as Carson laughed and petted Kurtsie Kitty on the head. "I've been your other father for years. Why do I still always get the ass?"

"Oh, hush. He loves you," said Carson. "Don't you, Kurtsie Kitty?" he said in the baby voice he always reserved for talking to the cat. "Don't you love Daddy Kurtsie? Maybe if Daddy Kurtsie would stop complaining about everything you do, he'd get the head once in a while instead of the ass."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're both impossible. I don't want his head, anyway. He's been drinking out of the toilet, and that's gross as hell. Come on, let's get some sleep. Then we can go find a nice restaurant and have a romantic dinner."

"That's going to involve climbing those stairs again, isn't it?" said Carson.

"Yep," said Kurt brightly. "But think of it this way, Carsey. All that stair climbing will be excellent strength training for all the sex we'll be having on this trip."

"Can't argue with that," said Carson, kissing him softly. "Ok, let's sleep. I love you."

"I love you, too," replied Kurt, turning off the bedside lamp.

After they'd woken up, showered, and dressed into fresh clothes, they'd managed to find a very nice restaurant, and Carson had to smile to himself as he watched Kurt sigh with happiness at the sight of the candles on their table. Between the dim lighting, and the fact that Carson had glasses, several days worth of scruff currently residing on his face, and a vastly different way of styling his hair than Kurt did, they even looked non-related enough to not get any strange looks for eating in such a romantic setting. Not that either of them wanted to risk any public displays of affection.

They saved that for when they got back to their hotel later that night, barely bothering to close the door all the way before Kurt was backing himself onto the bed, dragging Carson down on top of him and kissing him for all he was worth. Apparently, he'd forgotten all about his discomfort over having sexual relations on a Dad-sponsored honeymoon, and Carson wasn't about to bring it up, lest Kurt get the jitters all over again. He had more important things on his mind. Like the fact that he could feel a delightfully hard erection rubbing up against his own right now through their clothing. And the fact that there were hands clawing at his hoodie, trying desperately to take it off.

"Mmmph... wait," Kurt murmured against Carson's lips, his hands gently pushing at his chest until Carson took the hint and sat up.

"What's up?" he asked curiously.

"Get naked and wait for me," Kurt whispered in his ear, running his tongue teasingly across the lobe and causing Carson to shiver. "I'll be right back."

"Ok..." Carson replied breathlessly, watching as Kurt disappeared into the bathroom. He quickly followed Kurt's instructions, fumbling with his clothes until he was fully naked, sitting on the bed and waiting for his husband's return. He didn't have to wait long. Kurt emerged from the bathroom after a moment, completely nude, and Carson was at first so distracted by the sight of his twin's flushed erection that he didn't even notice that Kurt was holding something in his hand.

"Oh," he breathed, biting back a moan once he'd noticed and figured out what it was. Or, more precisely, what they were. Kurt was holding two silk scarves and a long, black vibrator, all three of which had been wedding gifts from Santana and Sebastian, who had put together a honeymoon kit of sorts for them (and thankfully had not given it to them in front of their father).

"Have fun and don't do anything we wouldn't do!" had been their cheerful instructions for the kit's use. And now, apparently Kurt had decided that the time had come to follow them.

"Get comfy, Carsey," Kurt said with a smile. Carson gulped, eyeing the ties and the vibrator as he obeyed, settling himself comfortably against the pillows while Kurt crawled up the bed toward him. He set the vibrator down and took Carson's left wrist, gently tying one end of one scarf onto it before tying the other end to the bedpost. After doing the same to the other wrist, he sat back and admired his handiwork, giving the ties an experimental tug.

"Is that comfortable?" he asked Carson. "I tried to leave enough slack so that it wouldn't be too restrictive. Crap, I probably should have asked first if you wanted to do this. I can-"

"Kurt, it's fine," Carson assured him, his dick growing harder by the second as he wondered just what the hell his twin had planned for the evening. "See? Look," he said, tugging cautiously on the scarves. There was a bit of give, but not too much. "I'm fully onboard with whatever you have up your sleeve. Which I really, really hope involves that thing," he added, nodding toward the dildo on the bed. Kurt laughed and picked the toy up, turning on the vibration briefly before turning it off.

"All in good time," he promised Carson with a wink. "First, I have to ask what your feelings are on sixty-nine."

"Is this a trick question?" asked Carson. "We do that all the time."

"Yes, but we've never done it with a vibrator before," Kurt pointed out. "Or while adding bondage, for that matter."

"So, what you're essentially asking me is if I'm ok with being tied here to the bed while sucking you off, while you're sucking me off, and at some point there's a huge dildo involved?" asked Carson.

"Well, I wouldn't have phrased it like that," said Kurt. "But yes."

Carson nodded. "Once again, is this a trick question?"

Kurt laughed. "Ok. Noted. We should have a safe word, though."

Carson balked. "A safe word?"

"Well, yeah. What if it gets too intense for you or something?" said Kurt, biting his lip.

Carson smiled. "Kurt, I assure you, that won't happen."

"But it might!"

Carson sighed. "Fine. How about safe word?"

"Right, what do you want it to be?" asked Kurt.

"Safe word. That's it. That's the safe word. The safe word is safe word," said Carson with a grin.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're such a smartass. Ok. Safe word it is." He covered Carson's body with his own, sucking a kiss into the sensitive skin of Carson's neck while Carson closed his eyes and moaned, his dick standing further at attention as Kurt's brushed up against it.

"Now you're teasing me," he groaned as Kurt worked his way with his tongue down his chest, stopping to suck on each nipple in turn. "God."

"Nope. Kurt," Kurt teased, circling his tongue around one nipple. "But I appreciate the attempted flattery."

"You're such a smarta-" Carson began, not finishing his sentence because there were suddenly lips wrapped around the tip of his erection, sucking earnestly while Kurt glanced up at him, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You were saying?" he asked sweetly, using one hand to lazily jerk Carson off while leaning his weight on the elbow of the other.

"I was saying that I love you and that I couldn't have picked a better husband if I'd tried," Carson supplied.

"See, I thought that's what you said," said Kurt with a smile, pressing one soft, hot kiss to the side of Carson's dick before opening the bedside drawer, where he'd stashed one of their travel bottles of lube earlier. He took it and the dildo, placing both of them by Carson's feet before carefully positioning himself so that he was laying across Carson's body, his face by Carson's dick and his ass in his face. Carson strained forward, his mouth watering to have Kurt in it, but to his frustration, he couldn't quite reach.

"Um... Kurtsie," he piped up sheepishly. "I can't..."

"Oh! Right," said Kurt. "I'm sorry, honey." He repositioned himself, gently guiding himself up against Carson's lips, and Carson wasted no time wrapping his lips around him, moaning at the taste. He sucked happily at him, a little bit uncomfortable because of the awkward position he was in due to being tied, but he didn't really mind that much. Especially once Kurt sunk his own mouth down on him, and his dick was engulfed in a warm, wet heat that caused him to moan even more around the length in his mouth. The duel sensations of Kurt in his mouth, and being in Kurt's mouth was overwhelmingly good, the fact that he was tied down and helpless somehow making it even more arousing. He didn't think it could get any better than that.

And then he felt lubed fingers pressing at his entrance, and he decided that he'd been completely wrong. It sure as hell could get better, and in fact it just had. He pushed down on Kurt's fingers, not even noticing that his twin had had to take his lips off of him in order to concentrate on what he was doing. He didn't care. All that he cared about was that he had a full mouth and a full ass, as Kurt went to work stretching him and scissoring his fingers inside of him.

"How are you doing, Carsey?" Kurt asked gently after a while, pulling out of his mouth so that he could answer. "Are you ok? Is your jaw sore?"

"A little," Carson admitted, experimentally working his mouth open and closed. "But nothing that I can't handle."

"Good," said Kurt, wrapping his lips back around Carson and sucking at him for a moment before pulling off of him again and uncapping the lube bottle once more. Carson couldn't see what he was doing, but he found out very quickly when he felt something much bigger than fingers pressing up against him. He moaned, pushing down on the vibrator until it slipped inside of him a few inches, and he honestly thought that he would die as soon as Kurt started pumping it in and out of him, slowly at first and then faster. It was so much, Kurt in his mouth, Kurt's mouth on him, Kurt fucking him gently but deliciously with that dildo.

I would send a muffin basket to Santana and Sebastian for this if I didn't think they would ask me a million questions about what we used the sex kit for, Carson thought, a pleasant warmth beginning to spread through his stomach as he built slowly and steadily toward what promised to be a very nice orgasm.

That was the moment Kurt decided to turn on the vibrations.

Three things happened at once. Carson screamed around the dick in his mouth, causing Kurt to pulsate and come down his throat. The world's most earth-shaking orgasm crashed into Carson with almost no warning, making him almost literally black out and see stars dancing in front of his eyes. And Kurtsie Kitty chose that moment to jump up on the bed, pouncing on top of Kurt's ass and causing Kurt to roll off of Carson with a squeak, leaving Carson tied up, sweaty, and with a still vibrating dildo stuck inside of him while the cat sat delicately on his hind legs, his head tilted curiously at the scene in front of him.

There was silence in the room for a few seconds. The twins stared at the cat. They stared at each other. Kurtsie Kitty stared at both of them.

"Meow," he declared finally, licking his paw and jumping up on Carson's chest, curling up into a fluffy ball.

Kurt snorted first, a rogue giggle or two escaping his mouth as he gently removed the dildo from Carson's ass, turning it off and tossing it to the floor. He untied Carson's wrists, his growing laughter proving too contagious for Carson to resist, and he found himself laughing too. Kurtsie Kitty ignored them, purring contentedly on Carson's bare chest as Kurt collapsed with laughter on the bed beside him.

"I swear, he does this on purpose," he said through his giggles, reaching out to pet Kurtsie Kitty carefully between the ears. "Little shit."

"I take it he doesn't much approve of the dildo," said Carson thoughtfully, trying to regain a normal breathing rate between his laughter and the fact that he'd almost come himself blind. "Or maybe it was the scarves. He probably thought you were trying to kill me. Or sacrifice me to some kind of weird sex god."

"The next time we get kinky, let's lock him in the bathroom first," Kurt suggested.

"Oh, I don't think he'll like that," said Carson. "I'd fear for the life of your shoes if you do that to him."

"He chews one more pair of shoes and I chew him," Kurt declared, glaring at Kurtsie Kitty, who opened one eye and looked back at him briefly before closing it again.

"See, this is kind of another reason why we should never have kids," Carson pointed out as the thought occurred to him. "If one tiny little cat makes it hard enough to have uninterrupted sex, a kid or two would make it ten times harder."

"Well, at least we got to finish," Kurt said with a sigh, snuggling up closer to Carson and resting his head on his chest. "How are your wrists? Did the ties hurt?"

"Not really," answered Carson, holding one wrist up for Kurt to inspect. Kurt took it and placed a tiny kiss on it before leaning in and kissing him on the mouth.

"Not bad for an experimental foray into the kinky, huh?"

"Not at all," agreed Carson.

The next couple of days were spent doing what Kurt liked to call The Sex Tour of Greece. Which was to say, he and Carson sought out any available spot where they could possibly comfortably have sex, and then they did it. Or, at least, they attempted to. Their first try had been on the beach at night, after having spent almost the entire day walking along the shore, dipping in the water, and lounging around in the sand having a picnic. Carson had been so adorable when he'd first set eyes on the ocean up close, his entire face brightening more than the sun above them.

"Look, Kurtsie!" he'd breathed, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. "It's so blue!"

"Yeah," said Kurt, throwing his arms around him from behind and smiling as he snuck a kiss to his ear. "Almost as blue and beautiful as your eyes."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Hummel," said Carson.

"Is that so?" asked Kurt, turning him around and placing his arms around his shoulders. "Because that doesn't seem to be the case at all. Flattery usually gets me into your pants, and in most cases, into your mouth."

"You have a point there," said Carson.

They'd waited until late enough at night that the only living creatures likely to be watching them have sex under the stars would be a stray bird or two, and then they'd made their very first attempt at beach sex. Unfortunately, beach sex turned out to be a much better idea in books and movies than it was in real life. In real life, sand got stuck in very unfortunate places, and everything felt gritty and gross.

"Ick," Kurt groaned after about three minutes of heavy making out, spread on top of a blanket while Carson moved gently on top of him.

"Ick?" said Carson, parting his lips from Kurt's and looking down at him worriedly. "Are you ok?"

"Well... I mean, it's not that I'm not enjoying having you on top of me, but, um... the blanket isn't doing anything to keep the sand away," Kurt explained. "It's already all in my swim trunks, and I haven't even taken them off yet."

"Want to switch positions?" offered Carson.

"Ok," agreed Kurt. Carson flipped them over, laying down on the blanket and pulling Kurt down on top of him. They resumed their kissing, and Kurt could actually get into it now, grinding his hips down into Carson's and deepening the kiss, biting at Carson's bottom lip the way he knew his twin loved. Or usually loved, anyway. It soon became apparent that the squirming Carson was doing beneath him was not the usual making out squirming.

"Sand?" Kurt asked, looking down at him with concern.

"Mmm-hmm," Carson answered, reaching one hand behind his back and coming up with a handful of fine grains.

"Should we head back to the hotel?" asked Kurt.

"That would probably be best," answered Carson. "This has been an absolute misfire."

"It's ok, baby," Kurt reassured him, getting off of him and helping him up before shaking out the blanket and folding it up, along with their picnic basket. "We can have sex in the room. There's some flavored lube in that sex kit that we haven't tried yet."

Their second foray into outdoor sex had been the next evening, this time on a small, rented sailboat. Happily, this time had gone much smoother, despite the fact that Kurt had worried for hours beforehand about getting seasick. He needn't have worried. By the time he was underneath Carson on the floor, the two of them desperately pulling at each other's clothing, he didn't even remember that he was on a boat.

"Fuck," he breathed, sucking in his breath as Carson's lubed fingers worked in and out of him, stretching him in preparation. "This wasn't even on my bucket list, but when we get back to the hotel I'm adding it just so I can cross it off."

"Happy to help, sweetheart," said Carson, taking out his fingers and fumbling with the condom package. They normally wouldn't have bothered with condoms, but they'd figured it would be less mess to clean up or have to explain away to the rental place when they returned the boat if they just used one.

"God, I hate opening these things," groaned Carson. "It's impossible with slick fingers."

"Here, let me," said Kurt, taking the condom from him and expertly ripping it open with his teeth. He quickly slid it onto Carson's erection and then pushed his twin down onto his back before straddling his hips and aligning his entrance with Carson's dick.

"Fuuuuck," Carson moaned as Kurt slid down onto him, sitting in place for a minute to try to get himself adjusted to the size.

"There's a "Take a ride on a sailboat" joke in this somewhere, but I'm entirely too horny to know or care what it might be," Kurt said, placing his hands on Carson's chest and lifting himself up before sinking back down. He slowly built himself up to a decent rhythm, angling his hips so that Carson was hitting him right at the sweetest spot every single time.

"Uh... uh... uh..." he moaned quietly, his moans mixing with Carson's as the water lapped around them and the stars twinkled above them. It felt so much more romantic like this, doing it in the middle of the ocean on such a clear, starry night, and Kurt wasn't sure, but he thought maybe the atmosphere contributed to the fact that his orgasm actually knocked all the energy out of him, making him little more than a useless pile of skin and bones as he dismounted from Carson and collapsed next to him on the floor. He shivered a little and hugged his husband close to him, watching in fascination as Carson ran his finger through the mess on his chest and placed it in his mouth.

"Delicious, as always," he said, smiling at Kurt.

"You're so weird," Kurt panted, smiling as Carson's arm slid around him and held him back.

They'd wanted to try sex on their hotel balcony next on the last day of their vacation before they were due to return home, and almost went through with it, except that Kurt got cold feet at the last minute.

"I don't know, Carson. I just don't want to take the risk that anyone will see us," he'd said nervously, biting his lip as he pushed Carson slightly away from him, where his twin had been pressing him up against the railing.

"Fair enough," Carson said, nodding. "I don't particularly want anyone seeing my husband naked, anyway. Particularly that guy who was checking you out at the restaurant last night."

"Oh, come on, he was not," Kurt protested as he headed back into the room, smiling to himself at the jealous tone in Carson's voice.

"He was too!" said Carson, sinking down into an armchair. "When you got up to use the restroom his eyes were planted firmly on your ass!"

"Well, to be fair, it's a pretty great ass, isn't it?" Kurt teased him, closing the balcony door and sitting delicately down on Carson's lap.

"A great ass indeed," agreed Carson, his hands encircling Kurt's waist and his lips darting out to kiss him on the neck. "But it's now my great ass, and no one else is allowed to have it."

"Actually, it's still entirely my great ass, and what you have is exclusive permission to touch it," said Kurt, leaning down to kiss him tenderly on the lips. "No handsome Greek guys are granted access. Don't even worry."

"I'm not wor-" Carson began, but a clap of sudden thunder interrupted him in mid-sentence, his eyes growing wide and his grip on Kurt growing tighter. "Oh god, I didn't know it was supposed to storm!"

"Shhh, baby, it's ok," Kurt whispered, immediately going into soothing mode and hopping off Carson's lap to root through his messenger bag. "I have your pills right here, honey, ok? Here," he said, shaking out a pill and handing it to Carson, who swallowed it and desperately reached his arms out for Kurt.

"Please... please, come here. I need you," he begged, and Kurt nodded, taking hold of Carson's hands and leading him over to the bed. He climbed up on it and pulled Carson down next to him, wrapping his arms around him and stroking his hair as he hummed a tune over the sound of the thunder outside.

"Shhh. You're ok, baby. This is the first time in a while you've had an attack, remember? It's rained a lot in the past few months, and you only got attacks half the time. Progress," Kurt reminded him. Carson nodded.

"I know. I have less of a problem with rain anymore, I just... I have trouble with thunder," said Carson, sounding shaky but not nearly as bad as he'd sounded the first time Kurt had ever seen him have an attack. That had been horrible. This was... manageable. He was grateful for both of their sakes that Carson's anxiety had been reduced to what it now was. He hoped that this meant that eventually it would be gone completely.

But in the meantime, they could deal with it.

They spent their last Greek evening inside, feeding each other chocolate dipped strawberries while relaxing in the jaccuzzi while Kurtsie Kitty watched them curiously, looking bemused at why his two humans were choosing to voluntarily spend so much time in water. By the time they were boarding the plane home the next day, Kurt already missed the beautiful country. Not that he wasn't fully looking forward to returning to New York. He had just a year left at NYADA, and after that, well... the sky was the limit, really. He could do anything. He could try Broadway. He could stay in fashion. Carson could work his way up to the editor job he'd always dreamed of.

They could live. They could love. They had each other now. They had a home and friends and a whole life ahead of them.

Anything was possible.

Anything at all.