Blaine wakes up having been flipped sometime in the night, finding himself as Kurt's little spoon. He wiggles around until he is properly comfortable and waits for Kurt to wake up. "Morning, love," Blaine greets, and Kurt meets it with a morning kiss.

"Good morning. How long have you been up?"

"Not long."

"That's good... I think, anyway."

"About what we were saying last night..." Blaine starts.

"Oh god. It's just wedding hype, right? We know that it's the wrong time for us to get married. I mean, I'm sure we could do it, but waiting seems more logical?" Blaine notices the way that Kurt ends with a question and not a statement, as though their conversation really had shaken up their whole view on the scenario.

"Yeah, totally. I'd do it in a heartbeat, though."

"I know you would," Kurt whispers, linking their fingers together, "should we just do it?"

"For convenience, or..?"

"Because I love you and I can't imagine loving anyone else. Because we're soulmates. Because I want to spend my whole life being by your side and because I like wearing fancy suits and drinking champagne and flaunting my husb- boyfriend! Flaunting my boyfriend in front of everyone." Blaine giggles at his slip up and turns enough to catch Kurt's lips in a kiss.

"Not until after Jay and Dave's wedding, Kurt," Blaine says.

"I can wait," Kurt kisses Blaine again before detaching himself and getting out of bed with a stretch. Blaine yawns and gets up too, dressing himself suitably to head downstairs for breakfast. He doesn't miss the chance to attach himself to Kurt's side as they walk down together. "This is all your fault, by the way," Kurt says, and Blaine just chuckles knowingly.

Rachel and Finn's wedding goes as planned, just them and their immediate family (plus Blaine, who, as everyone seemed to insist, counts as such) at city hall, followed by dinner at the Berry house in the evening. "So these are her dads then," Blaine says to Kurt, as they hover to one side of the room while Rachel sings with her dads by the piano. Everyone else seems as uncomfortable and intrusive as they feel, Burt and Carole talking to Finn on the other side of the room.

"Yeah, they're the whole reason she seems to think that she's an honorary gay man. But it does mean that she has been exposed to two men being affectionate her whole life, and it's as if she doesn't know any different. She goes through phases where she thinks she must be bisexual, purely because she's so open to the idea of it. I'm thinking they should be over now, though," Kurt explains.

"Oh! Blaine!" Rachel says, running over, "we absolutely must sing together! You play piano, right?" she grabs his hand and drags him away from Kurt, Blaine offering a little wave to Kurt.

"Um, yeah..." he replies, though he has no idea how Rachel could know that.

Hiram walks over to Kurt with an open champagne bottle, and Kurt's attention only turns away from his boyfriend as Hiram asks him if he would like a top up, and his reaction is noticeably delayed. "Oh, no, thank you," Kurt replies.

"So when are you getting married, Kurt?" Hiram asks, looking to the piano. Blaine and Rachel are singing Vanessa Carlton's A Thousand Miles and Blaine smiles over at Kurt as he sings the lines when he isn't busy looking to Rachel for her cues.

"We um... I don't know. Sooner than you might think, apparently," Kurt admits, thinking about their earlier conversation.

"In a spontaneous-bump-forward fashion like this wedding, or in a we've-not-set-a-date fashion?"

"The latter. We aren't really engaged yet, as such, but I think it's going to happen in the near future... we've been talking."

"Ah. How long have you two been together?"

"Almost five months."

"And do you want to marry him?" Hiram puts the bottle of champagne down to fold his arms thoughtfully.

Kurt answers without even a moment of hesitation, "Absolutely."

"A blind person could see how in love you two are. He is basically dripping adoration for you." Blaine chooses that exact moment to look over and wink at Kurt. "And you know what? Marriage isn't easy, but it can feel like the most natural thing in the world. I mean, Leroy and I aren't technically married, but I think that having lived together this long and raised one fabulous daughter together qualifies me to talk about being a married gay man. If you want to talk anytime, I'll be here."

"Thanks, Hiram. I really appreciate it."

"I expect my invite to the astounding Kurt Hummel wedding, though. The world could use another. I saw the pictures from the last."

"Thanks. My weddings can only get bigger and better."

"Just do all of us a favour and don't get drag queens involved, okay? I've been to one too many of those gay weddings, and they're fun, they really are, but they're also not the classy wedding you deserve," Hiram advises, and Kurt laughs in agreement.

"I already talked Blaine out of rainbows."

"Oh, you really have talked about it."

"Yeah," Kurt sighs, "is that a bad thing?"

"Not unless you want it to be. Oh look, not-fiancé approaching. I'll scram." Kurt smiles appreciatively at Hiram as he walks away. Blaine immediately cups Kurt's chin with his hand and kisses him tenderly, and the way Kurt feels himself melt shakes him into seeing the same adoration that Hiram had mentioned.

Finn and Rachel leave for their honeymoon (a few days at a bed and breakfast, nothing expensive or crazy) early the next morning, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone with Carole and Burt for all of Sunday before they are due to fly back that night. When Kurt goes out to help Carole with the grocery shopping, a code for catching up in private as Burt tells Blaine, Blaine has a chance to talk to Burt alone.

"Burt? Sir?" Blaine asks, approaching him with a beer in hand as an offering. Burt is sitting outside, enjoying the spring day with the radio commentary of whatever sports game playing. He takes the proffered beer from Blaine and grins.

"Hey, kid. Wanna sit?" Blaine sits down in the second lawn chair and tries to pick up on what exactly it is that Burt is listening to, but fails to pick up any useful cues.

"Thanks."

Burt breaks the less than comfortable silence. "Okay, what do you want to talk to me about? If it's about a present for Kurt, then I don't want to know what you did to screw it up and your guess is as good as mine."

"No, no, we're fine. Actually, we're really great, which is sort of what I want to talk to you about."

"You know that if you break his heart I'll break your legs, right?"

Blaine swallows. "Um, yes, I think we've discussed that before, sir."

Burt rolls his eyes. "I'm kidding. You can drop the 'sir' act already; you've been around long enough for that. I like you, Blaine, and I trust you two."

"Thank you... Actually, I uh, I want to ask your permission to ask Kurt to marry me."

"Kid, no offence, but if you're too nervous to ask me that, then you're hardly going to actually get to the asking."

"You don't think that it's too early in our relationship, or..?"

"Blaine, you clearly love Kurt, and he loves you, too. You don't need my permission to take a step like that."

"But I'd really like your approval, s-Burt. I really admire you and the relationship that you have with Kurt."

"You know, I proposed to Kurt's mom after we had been dating for six months, and we were younger than you are now. I can't be worried about it being too soon for you two. If you think that the time is right, then go for it. Do you want to propose to him, or are you looking for another obstacle?"

"I want to marry him. Knowing Kurt, we'll be engaged for quite a long time while he does everything for the wedding. The one rule that we've set in place is that we can't get married until after our friends, Jay and David."

"David Karofsky?" Blaine nods. "Good for him."

"So..."

"Blaine, we already know that you're sticking around. It's just up to whether or not you want to do it now or later, let's be real. So if you propose and he says yes, I'll be happy for you. If you propose and he says not now- because he would never say no- then I'll be happy when he agrees the next time."

"Thanks, Burt."

"You got a ring?"

Blaine shakes his head. "Not yet. I've only really just started thinking about this properly, but I figured this was a better talk to have in person."

"I agree. Thank you for asking me, Blaine. It was very... proper of you."

"I was raised a gentleman."

"So my son's marrying into a rich family? Stay, Blaine, I feel like we should have a proper talk. I hardly know you and you want to marry my kid." Blaine sits back down. He hadn't even processed that he had stood up.

"My dad's a lawyer, and a very successful one, at that. We aren't millionaires, but there's money to splash around. I have quite a bit in inheritance funds myself, but I try not to touch them unless I absolutely have to- saving them for something really special, or an emergency."

"Special like..."

"A wedding. A honeymoon. Last minute flights from New York to Ohio because my boyfriend's best friend is marrying his brother." Burt chuckles.

"What about Christmas?"

"My parents paid for us both because they were so happy about me going home."

"So it doesn't happen much?"

Blaine shakes his head. "My family isn't like your family. If you ask me, I'd be marrying rich."

"Well, Blaine," Burt says, "It's a pleasure to have you as part of our family."

"Already?" Blaine says with his shock clear.

"Kiddo, if Rachel Berry dubs you to be close enough to being immediate family to be given the honour of attending her wedding, I think that makes you family." Blaine laughs, and soon Burt is laughing too.

"Thanks for this, Burt."

"I mean it, bud. I want us to get along, you know? I'll admit that I can be a bit... protective of my son, but you're a good person, and seem to be nothing like his high school boyfriend. I really hope that we can be friendly, no matter what images I need to work on forcing from my mind."

Back in New York, Kurt has a week without a roommate, which leads to plenty of evenings for Blaine to spend at Kurt's apartment, often without clothes. He goes home to his own apartment on most of the nights, purely because he can't dress himself from Kurt's wardrobe easily and he exhausts his one change of clothes that live at his place on the first morning and never replenishes it.

Blaine walks into the apartment one evening and turns off Santana's music. She glowers at him, the first time her eyes had left her magazine in the time he had been there, and he rolls his eyes at her. "I need to ask you for a favour," he starts, sitting down on the other couch.

"Spill," she replies simply, putting her magazine down to give him her full attention.

"Kurt and I are going to have a week of trial living together, and that means you can't really be here." Santana folds her arms.

"I'm listening. Good for you two, by the way."

"Thanks. So you have a few options. One- you can refuse my request and not let Kurt stay here. Two- you can refuse to leave and stay here while he does. Three- you can stay at Kurt's while he stays here, the catch here being that his roommate is now a newlywed who will be living there with her husband. Or four- stay at Brittany's for the whole week, but then it's sort of a trial for you, too."

"How about five- you pay for me to stay in a fancy hotel for the week?"

"You're pushing it."

"Maybe I just don't want to think about you moving out," she says teasingly, but Blaine wonders if maybe she was hiding the fact that she meant it. He chooses to answer seriously.

"It won't happen right away, we would still have to find a place. And you can stay here and find a new roommate, or something. We'll still see each other all the time."

"I'll think about it B, okay?" Santana picks up her magazine again and opens it to her previous place.

"Besides, there are no guarantees that it will work out. We could decide that we aren't ready to live together."

"Oh come on, B. You two are like an old married couple." She doesn't look at him while she says it.

"Speaking of which-" Santana promptly snaps her head up, locking eyes with Blaine.

"Oh god, what happened in Lima?"

"Nothing happened. We just talked. And I may have asked his dad for permission to ask Kurt to marry me," Blaine admits.

"Anderson! What were you thinking?"

"That I love him a lot and I want to marry him. I'm not proposing to him tomorrow or anything, I just wanted to have the conversation with Burt in person."

"Well, do you want to propose soon, or..?"

"I want to be engaged without needing to ask him like that, but yeah, soon would be nice, because we'll be engaged for a while, knowing him and his wedding schemes," Blaine rationalises.

"Then just propose to him, idiot."

"Hey, we might be moving in together. That's a step in the right direction."

Santana rolls her eyes. "Right. Well get on that, B. The Anderson-Hummel wedding will be fabulous."

"Do you want to come ring shopping with me?" Blaine asks with a grin which Santana promptly mirrors.

"Yes! Any time, Blaine. Just not like, in the next three hours, and not when I'm working." Blaine laughs.

"Deal."

"Making dinner wouldn't hurt, either."

"You're pushing it, Lopez."

"You want me to let Kurt live here or...?"

"Fine, fine." Blaine heads towards the kitchen to make a start on dinner, only turning back to find Santana reading her magazine again.

"I love you too, Blaine," she calls in a light-hearted sing-song voice, never lifting her eyes from the page. Blaine decides not to mention that Anderson-Hummel isn't his first choice of post-wedding surname as he gets to preparing dinner for them both.

"She said yes," Blaine tells Kurt over the phone that night, lying on his bed. Dinner had been uneventful, and Santana had been contemplating booty calling Brittany, and in the twenty minutes that Blaine had been in his room she may well have left, but he isn't certain. He knows how much she likes to listen to his phone conversations with his boyfriend.

"Who is 'she' and what did she say yes to? Did you propose to someone? Heterosexually?" Kurt quips.

"Santana. She said that we can have our living together trial here, and whenever you want to start."

"What did she decide to do with herself?"

"We compromised. She's splitting her time, spending some of it at your place, some at Brittany's, and she might show up for a little bit in the middle of the week to get some more clothes."

"Okay. Well, how soon do you want to start?" Blaine couldn't be happier with the way that Kurt sounds genuinely happy and excited to say it.

"I think that maybe next week, when you have your first big chunk of meetings, and Rachel and Finn will be back. After work you can come home with me, or if you go late I'll come home and make dinner ready for when you get here. If it's not quite done, you'll go and get into the bubble bath I had prepared just minutes before you got here, so it's really hot, the way you like it. I bring you a glass of wine and you finish letting yourself relax properly," Blaine fantasises aloud. Kurt makes a delicious moaning sound, clearly content in the image. Blaine imagines him lying on his bed with his eyes closed, savouring the picture the same way he is. Clearly it had been a big day of work for him, and Blaine wasn't there to take care of him for real.

"Go on..."

"When you get out, we eat dinner together, and it's delicious, as is everything I make..."

"Of course," Kurt interrupts. Blaine ignores the comment.

"...And then I give you a much needed back rub as you lie shirtless on my bed, and I straddle your hips..."

"Please end this how I'm hoping."

"There will always, always be time for me to fuck you, honey." Blaine's cock is suddenly very interested in the thought of rubbing Kurt's back. It hadn't meant to be sexual, but now that it is, he isn't even thinking about turning it down.

"I'm going to need you to elaborate," Kurt says. It dawns on Blaine what he must be doing at his end of the phone.

"Are you- oh, fuck, that's hot. Okay, so you're relaxed, tired, and you need me to do all the work. So I ask you what you want-" Blaine pops the top button on his jeans and eases down the zipper.

"For you to fuck me. I need you to top tonight."

"Okay, great... so I'm still rubbing your back, but I lean forward and I kiss your shoulders and neck, until you let me kiss your mouth."

"You can kiss me like whenever you like, you know. Are you still fully clothed? You need to do something about that."

Blaine pauses for a moment to slide his pants down slightly, and freezes at how uninformed he is about how phone sex works. "Are we still on the scene, or..?"

"Both. God, both. I'm going to put you on speaker now, okay? I think I need both hands free..."

"Oh fuck, Kurt," Blaine takes the phone away from his mouth, "Santana?" no response comes, and Blaine presses the phone back to his ear. "Okay, I'm going on speaker too." He presses the button before he places his phone down on the bed beside him.

"Now take your clothes off, big boy. I'll wait a moment." Blaine scrambles to get rid of his shirt and then his pants, hesitating for only a second before losing his underwear and climbing back to his spot on the bed, taking hold of his cock in one hand, letting his other roam over his nipples.

"So we're undressed."

"We're undressed. I'm still lying face down on the bed, and you're back to that massage."

"Right, only I'm not so interested in your shoulders now," Blaine teases, lowering his voice.

"Oh?"

"No, I've dropped lower, focussing on your thighs. I spread your legs apart and drop down to your ass, and I flick my tongue over you..."

"Like rimming?" Kurt interrupts curiously, "Is that something you actually want to try?"

Blaine's pleased that Kurt can't see the way that he blushes. There are plenty of thoughts that he has and doesn't share with his boyfriend. "Yes? I mean, if you don't want to-"

"Doesn't matter, we can talk about it later. Just keep going."

Blaine strokes his cock gently a few times to relieve some of the pressure that is building. "I, um, I take my index finger and I start stretching you-"

"Without lube?"

"No! I just, I got it out and warmed it up already. While I was rimming you. Um, I can multitask."

Kurt scoffs. "Clearly."

"You make something up then. This is hard, okay? And I'm um, sort of distracted," Blaine replies, keeping his hand in a steady rhythm.

"So you stretch me open, and," Kurt moans, "You add another finger. And then another."

"Are you fingering yourself, Kurt?"

"Maybe. Just... mm... Fuck me, Blaine..."

"Oh, I..." he says, taken by surprise. He has no idea what he's meant to do now they have reached that point.

"Just keep talking; this part is pretty self explanatory, B."

"Fuck, Kurt, you're so hot. I want to go over to your apartment right now and do this for real, fuck. You're so perfect..." Blaine continues to babble a string of compliments at his boyfriend, while he continues to take care of his own erection, gaining speed. When he hears Kurt cry out and knows that he has come, it's only another couple of quick pumps before he is coming too. He stays lying on his bed, his breath heavy, slowly calming in time with Kurt's breaths. "I might just sleep now."

"Sleep. Yes. Good idea."

"Good night, Kurt."

"Night, B. I love you."

"I love you too, honey. Next week... we can do this for real."

"But in the meantime... phone sex isn't as weird as I expected." But Blaine isn't listening anymore, saying a final goodbye before he hangs up and climbs into bed, ignoring the fact that he's slightly uncomfortable. He can always clean up in the morning.