A few weeks later Kurt officially takes over Quinn's job as she goes on maternity leave. Although most women work for some time later than she was, Kurt wasn't complaining about taking the step up. Everyone makes excuses for Quinn as her being without a husband and needing the extra time to get her home ready for a child, but, as she confided in Kurt, she didn't think the company really required her being there.

Blaine walks straight past Ava's desk, not that she thinks to stop him, and sits himself down on the couch in Kurt's new office, despite not having an appointment. He had brought his laptop with him and immediately puts himself to work. "Can I help you?" Kurt quips at him. He glances up from his laptop.

"Hm?"

"Why are you here, Blaine? Not that I don't love the company..." Kurt gets up from behind his desk and walks over to his boyfriend, "but you aren't even here to talk to me specifically, am I right?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, I just couldn't focus down the hall knowing that you were in here being all sexy and official by yourself." Kurt takes the laptop from Blaine and sets it on the coffee table, straddling his lap and looping his arms around his shoulders.

"Is that so?" Blaine nods, "We could always put another desk for you in here."

"Or," Blaine says, "We could just get some of this employer and employee sexual tension stuff out of the way now." Kurt kisses him firmly.

"Maybe later." He gets off of Blaine and returns to his desk, and only laughs as Blaine echoes, "Later."

Blaine spends a few nights at Kurt's apartment while Rachel is visiting Finn in Ohio, since they had gotten a little bit better at taking turns and actually spending real time together. Blaine is lying beneath Kurt on the couch as they lazily make out, whatever movie they had been watching long since abandoned, when Kurt's phone rings. He fishes it out and answers it, not getting off his boyfriend.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Kurt, hey! What are you doing this weekend?" Rachel asks.

"Um, nothing special. Do you need me to meet you at the airport or something?"

"Are you with Blaine?" Blaine hears his name and gives Kurt a questioning look.

"Yeah, he's here. Why?" Kurt doesn't understand why she hadn't just answered the question.

"Okay, put me on speaker." Kurt moves the phone away from his mouth.

"She wants me to put it on speaker," he explains to Blaine, and gets off him. Blaine moves around so that there is space for Kurt to sit next to him on the couch. Kurt mutes the TV. "Okay, Rachel, what is it?"

"Hey Blaine! How are you, boo?"

"Hi, Rachel," Blaine replies, "I'm not bad."

"Can you cut to the chase?" Kurt demands.

"I need both of you to come to Ohio this weekend," Rachel says, followed by a small pause for effect, "Finn and I are bumping the wedding forward! We're getting married on Saturday afternoon!"

"Oh, wow, that's soon!"

"You know that it's Thursday today, right?" Blaine adds.

"Yes, silly! It's only going to be small, just family. You'll be there, right?"

"Yeah, of course," Kurt says.

"Sure," Blaine says, "thanks for inviting me."

"Oh shush Blaine, you're family too. I'll see you then!"

"Bye," Kurt says, and hangs up. "Well, then..."

"This is sudden."

"They will have their reasons. It's about time they actually went through with a wedding," Kurt sighs, "but she could have picked her timing to call a little bit better." He leans over to kiss Blaine again, which is happily reciprocated.

"So how are we going to get there? Do you want to drive or fly? I know you hate flying, so I understand if you would prefer to drive..." Blaine says. Kurt laughs, finding his worrying endearing.

"I can fly, so long as you're there to get me onto the plane and hold me during takeoff and landing."

"If we're only going for the weekend, then I think it makes more sense to fly, is all. Otherwise we'll only be there for a day, really," Blaine reasons.

"You know what? Let's take tomorrow afternoon off. Knowing Rachel, we're going to need it." Blaine nods in response, before his brow furrows. Kurt gives him a questioning look, not understanding what he had to be worried about in the equation.

"But you've only just started in your new position."

"So? The company will operate fine without me for a few hours. And, I'm the one who gets to approve leave requests. So I say that we go."

"We're going to Ohio," Blaine sighs, "we'd better book our flight." He stands up to leave and reach his laptop to purchase the tickets, but Kurt quickly pulls him back to the couch, fully intending to finish what they had started before Rachel had so rudely interrupted, even without being in the same state.

"I'm so pleased you two could make it!" Rachel gushes, grabbing Kurt and Blaine and kissing them both on each cheek as soon as they get to Carole and Burt's house from the airport.

"You two should probably get your bags upstairs," Burt suggests, "We made up Kurt's room this morning." They thank him and take their stuff up to Kurt's room, and with the door firmly closed Blaine grins at Kurt.

"No argument. I'm just staying here with you, no questions asked," Blaine says excitedly.

"Hey, calm down. It's good news, sure, but this is a little bit of an overreaction, don't you think?" Kurt faces him with hands on hips, willing his boyfriend to calm down.

"What? No! He likes me enough to trust us to stay in the same room!" Blaine threads his arms through Kurt's to wrap them around him and kisses the side of his neck. Kurt pries him back far enough to kiss him properly, and then manages to disentangle himself and continue with the little necessary unpacking for the weekend. Blaine sits on the edge of the bed and bounces for a moment or two to get comfortable. Eventually Kurt can't ignore him any longer and flops down next to him, falling back onto the bed. Blaine falls back too, turning his head to catch Kurt's profile as he looks up at the ceiling.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Am I crazy for admiring Rachel a little bit?" Blaine props himself up on his elbow, rolling on his side to look at Kurt better.

"In which way?"

"That she's willing to do this- throw months of planning out the window to bump her wedding forward at such short notice. It's just sort of romantic, and I had never expected her to be like this... not when she's such a control freak. But like, it's as though none of that other stuff matters, because she's marrying Finn. And I've never seen her happier."

"Really?"

"The smile is really reaching her eyes," Kurt says, sighing as he rolls onto his side to look at Blaine, who begins to absent-mindedly run his hand up and down Kurt's arm.

"Doesn't it usually?"

"She's a professional actress, Blaine. She seems happy a lot, and she usually is, but there's happy and then there's Rachel happy."

"And Rachel happy means pure Finn happy, and they're two of the people you love most in the world." Kurt nods, and Blaine feels slightly proud of himself for correctly perceiving the situation.

"She can be really annoying-trust me, I live with her, I see her at concentrated annoying- and he can be nothing short of a doofus, but they're my family, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"What is going to happen with the living situation, Kurt?" Blaine asks. Kurt's face falls.

"Oh, shit."

"...Kurt?"

"I stay at your place when Finn's there for one night. I can't live with newlyweds! Especially not Rachel and Finn newlyweds! They will literally have sex as much as physically possible."

"But what about in the long-term, honey? Rachel and Finn will live together, and either you're moving out of your apartment so they can live there, or you're staying and finding a new roommate, or you're both moving out and then you can find a new roommate or a one bedroom place."

"I was anticipating on having much longer to think about these things, clearly," Kurt sighs, "I'll have to talk to Rachel first, of course. She might already have a scheme. If she tells me to stay living with them then I'll volunteer to be the one to leave." Blaine giggles at him and sits up. Kurt sits up too, folding a leg under himself as he turns to face Blaine properly.

"Kurt..." Blaine takes Kurt's hands and holds them, running his thumb along his knuckles, being sure to look intently into his eyes, "maybe we should think about moving in together." The noise that Kurt makes is something between a punctuated laugh and a gasp.

"Blaine, I-"

"Shush, just let me talk, okay? As much as I love my apartment, and living with Santana, three of us there every night of the week is a little ambitious- it's just not that big. And we would have no use for her room, if she moved-"

"I'm sure we could make use of it somehow."

"Not the point. We only need one bedroom. Better?" Blaine quirks an eyebrow at Kurt and he shrugs in return. "Your apartment would feel too big without Rachel's stuff and her constant buzzing presence, even when she's out of town. And again, second bedroom dilemmas."

"It would be really weird for her to not be there."

"So maybe, instead of you freaking out about living with newlyweds, you give me a trial run. You can come and stay with me for more than just a weekend- we'll go to work together, we'll eat dinner together, and whatever the usual stuff is. I'll even get rid of Tana, if it will make it work- oh! You two could trade for a bit! She would love to overhear the inevitable sex at your apartment- anyway, we test it out. If it works, we look into finding a place together- a new place to be our place. If it doesn't work or it just doesn't feel like the right time, then we just go back to how it was, or as close to it as we can get, if you still end up moving anyway."

"Oh, Blaine, I, um..." Kurt pauses for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly before opening them again to look at his boyfriend. "I'll think about it. It's not that I don't want to move in with you, it's just that this feels really sudden and I don't want to let being jealous of Rachel get in the way of such a big decision, alright?" He brings his hands up to Blaine's shoulders and kisses him slowly and softly, and Blaine knows that this is how Kurt is communicating his feelings, and that it is by far best to just go with it. He pulls Kurt closer as their kiss deepens, and smiles knowing that everything would certainly work out in the end.

They pass the evening with the rest of the Hummel-Hudson family and it goes by relatively smoothly, save for the hour in which Kurt and Rachel disappear and he talks her down from a near tantrum level crying fit as she questions whether this is the right choice to make. When Kurt reminds her that this isn't her first engagement to Finn, she finally calms down and ends up spending most of the evening capitalising Kurt as they discuss the last minute wedding plans. When he finally makes it to bedtime, Blaine is already in bed, playing a game on his iPad. "Hey," Blaine says, putting away his tablet as Kurt enters, "cold feet?"

"Briefly. She's through it, I think. Enough to be a pain tomorrow, even. She has a lot of plans." He strips down to his underwear and climbs into bed beside his boyfriend, who is then waiting with his arms open. Blaine flicks off his bedside lamp and they snuggle down together, Blaine cuddling close into Kurt's back.

"Are you going to get like this when we get married?" Blaine asks with his breath warm on Kurt's neck.

"When we get married?" Kurt questions, and Blaine can basically hear the way he is quirking his eyebrow in his tone.

"Oh shush, it will happen sooner or later, we hardly need to put a date on it now." They stay silent for a moment or two, being comfortable in the lazy feelings of approaching sleep.

"I don't think I'll be like this. Similar, but not like this," Kurt says.

"Similar but not like... Kurt, that doesn't make sense."

"I did my dad's wedding to Carole. I want it to at least be as good as that."

"And what sort of thing do you have in mind?"

"Who said I had anything in mind?"

"Kurt, come on, I know you've been dreaming about it since you were a kid."

"Okay, you're right. You also don't get a lot of say in anything that happens," Kurt warns. Blaine laughs softly.

"I had guessed as much, which is why I'm asking."

"Well, it's going to be in New York, of course. The exact location is yet to be determined, because I know that I really need to fall in love with a place. The colour scheme for Carole and dad was reds, so we can't do that again..."

"But everyone looks good in red, if you find the right shades."

"I know- that was what I said! Anyway, I want to do something classic, but not white. No rainbows, too clichéd gay wedding."

"Queerly beloved, we gather here to gay..." Kurt curbs his laughter before it gets out of hand, trying to whack Blaine lightly for such a stupid joke but ultimately missing from their position.

"So, basically, I have a whole engagement to work out the details. Matching suits though, three pieces. Maybe cardigans instead of waistcoats, if it's a colder month. First dance to 'Come What May' from Moulin Rouge, obviously, and then we have some cute alternative to the father/daughter dance, because it's always been a tradition that I'm incredibly jealous of but that I can't have because it implies that I'm female."

"You are most definitely not."

"Thanks. Did I answer enough questions?" Kurt checks. Blaine shakes his head, before he remembers that Kurt is facing the other way.

"What about our honeymoon?" He wishes that his curiosity wasn't as high as it is. Just the thought of travelling with Kurt- on their honeymoon- was thrilling.

"Paris," Kurt answers immediately, "Wait, not Paris, Versailles."

"You can't just stay at Versailles forever."

"Versailles is the town, idiot. We only need to visit the palace once."

"And I guess we can still do all the Paris stuff?" Blaine asks.

"Exactly, it's not that far out. We can stay in the city if you would prefer, or split our time, or something."

"I'll do whatever you want to do. Paris Disneyland, though, right?"

"Okay. Deal." Kurt sighs and snuggles down again, pressing back into Blaine, prompting him to pull his arms tighter again.

"We could just do it, you know," Blaine whispers, pressing kisses to wherever it is on Kurt's face or neck that he was able to reach.

"It as in getting married, or are you coming onto me?"

"Get married. But is it working?"

"We aren't having sex- my dad might threaten to castrate you if he even overhears anything."

"But not you?"

"He wants grandchildren."

"I can be quiet."

Kurt snorts, letting his giggles get the better of him. "No you can't. We've tried that, remember?"

"You could gag me."

"Now is not the time to get kinky, Blaine! Disneyland, remember? Think Disney."

"We could try roleplaying, if you're into Disney like that."

"Shut up!" Blaine laughs. "No, seriously, I feel incredibly unsexy right this second. I was more turned on thinking about our wedding."

"We would have to wait until after David and Jay's wedding."

"Yes. But we aren't setting a date. We aren't even engaged."

"Mm. We should do something about that."

"Go to sleep, Blaine."

"Good night, honey."

"Shut up, Blaine," Kurt says, though he turns around to kiss him, "Good night. Sleep well."

"With you? Always."

Kurt waits a few moments before he considers what he had said and says, "That wasn't a euphemism."

"I know. I just always sleep well with you," Blaine clarifies.

"Oh. Okay. Sleep time now, though, right?"

"Mm. G'night." Blaine tightens his arms around Kurt slightly, and can't wait to wake up next to Kurt in exactly the same way, complete with the giggles and wedding fantasies, even without an engagement. If only he didn't want to change that last fact so badly.