It's been two weeks since the huge fight, the fight that seemed to change them. The boys weren't any less in love but Blaine walked on eggshells around Kurt when it came to work and it was never talked about anymore.

“You're home.” Kurt whispered, his hand reaching up to cup Blaine's cheek, a peaceful smile on his sleepy face. “Come here, I missed you.”

With a soft sigh Blaine watched as Kurt scooted back, making room for him to slip in. “I missed you too.” He mumbled, his arms circling around Kurt's waist, holding him close. “I'm sorry it’s so late, you need to go back to sleep.” Blaine smiled sadly, feeling Kurt's face snuggle into his chest.

When he awoke the next morning he was alone, a post it note getting stuck to his cheek as he rolled over. “Blaine, I went to work, didn't have the heart to wake you so early. Love you, Kurt.” He mumbled tiredly, rubbing his tired eyes as he sat up, stretching.

Things have been weird and Blaine feels it. Kurt tiptoes around him too and when Blaine mentions work he simply nods his head and smiles. It’s uncomfortable to know that so much is being held back from him and he can't have it be this way anymore. The awkward tension was suffocating which is why Blaine came up with the idea of a date.

All day Blaine has been preparing, he sent Kurt off to work with coffee and a kiss, ran to the store to get everything he needed and cleaned the house, setting up their tiny dining room table for a romantic dinner for two.

“Yes honey, I'll be home by seven.” Kurt confirmed, rolling his eyes fondly as he sat back in his chair at work, Lauren smiling at him. “Okay, I love you too. Bye.” He hung up his phone and chuckled cutely before turning back to his computer.

Lauren eyed him for a few seconds tilting her head to the side. “You guys are okay?” She wondered, finding out about their fight last week. She wasn't concerned for them; they were going to make it.

“Yeah, we're taking it a day at a time.” He told her softly, biting his lip, pushing his chair away from his desk, moving off to the side so they can talk without giant screens in the way. “I hate his job. Now that long term commitment is involved, I'm nervous, you know?”

She nodded gently in understanding to answer his question. “You knew what you were getting yourself into, you can't be mad at him for that.”

Kurt's eyebrows pulled together. “I'm not mad at him. I'm just... bothered by his job description.” He mumbled offhand, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. “It’s just one of those things where we need to suck it up and talk about it. Which we will soon”

Lauren shrugged and scooted to her computer, rolling her eyes once he couldn't see her. She knew him, and Kurt was going to let this eat at him until he burst.

Blaine grinned like a fool, dressed up in jeans and a light pink button down. He made sure everything was perfect. The food was set out on the table, a single rose was held in his hand as he dimmed the lights on the way to the kitchen, grabbing the red wine.

“What is all this?” Kurt shut the door behind him, setting his satchel down as he gazed in wonder. It looked like something out of a movie.

Biting his lip Blaine walked out of the kitchen, setting the wine down on the table as he proudly stepped to Kurt, holding the rose out for him. “It's a date. For us” He clarified, smiling fondly as Kurt sniffed the rose, a peaceful smile on his face.

“It's beautiful. Thank you, Bee.” He whispered, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck, the two of them embracing tightly, enjoying the comfortable silence.

Blaine pressed his nose to Kurt's neck affectionately, pressing a kiss to his skin before pulling away to take his hand leading him to the table. “On the menu tonight is Italian. Chicken Parmesan with spaghetti and a light red sauce” He explained, pulling the chair out for Kurt as he spoke, placing a napkin in his lap.

Kurt sighed happily, taking the cover off his plate as Blaine opened the bottle of wine. “You are all kinds of prepared tonight!” He enthused, holding out his glass excitedly. “What is this for?”

“I just... I wanted to talk, about stuff.” Blaine answered honestly, taking a seat. “We've had our fair share of arguments and fights but the last one was the cream of the crop, you know?” Kurt nodded in agreement, avoiding Blaine's eyes. “I feel the awkward tension sometimes when work is mentioned, that's all”

“It is. I know.” Kurt agreed. There was no need to deny something so blatantly obvious. “It makes me uncomfortable because I'm scared if I say something that you think is wrong there will be another fight and I don't want that.” He admitted, cutting his chicken to keep him busy, feeling Blaine's eyes on him intensely.

Blaine looked down, pushing his food around. “We can't go on like this, avoiding things for the sake of not having a fight. Kurt, I hate fighting with you but honestly I would rather fight than not talk at all.” He stated, making Kurt look up from his plate, nodding slightly.

“We do talk, just… Not about your job.” Kurt pointed out sarcastically, trying to lighten the current tension in the room, almost trying to avoid the topic at hand. He hated when he and Blaine fought and he certainly didn't want to talk about that right now, which makes Blaine's point now that he thinks about it.

They chuckled quietly, smiling at one another from across the table. “If you have something say, please say it. Yeah you may hurt my feelings one day, or we'll get mad at one another but I want us to talk it out.” Blaine encouraged, reaching his hand out across the table, palm up and waiting for Kurt to place his own on top. “Couples fight babe, it's a part of life. We're going to have plenty more in the future, whether near or far and it's just something we need to deal with together.”

Kurt nodded in agreement and gently dropped his hand into Blaine's, a smirk on his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The rest of dinner was peacefully quiet, the two of them sharing bashful looks over their meal and doing dishes together when they were done.

“Dessert?” Blaine asked, setting a tray of milk and cookies on the coffee table, taking a seat on the couch.

Kurt leaned over, snuggling into Blaine who settled the tray in his lap for them to share. “I was thinking about the wedding today, mind if I run an idea by you?”

Blaine looked down at his fianc�e and gave him a smile, nodding for him to go on.

“I was thinking of maybe wearing a red tie and since you look so good in the color, you can wear a pink tie. We can have black on black tuxes or traditional ones, doesn't matter to me.”

“I like that idea a lot. It is a Valentine's wedding after all.” Blaine said, taking a bite of his cookie, handing one to Kurt. “You know... Maybe Rachel and the girls can wear pink dresses, and my guys can wear red tuxes or something. That would look cool.” He offered, partly joking but also kind of serious. He doesn't want the wedding to be boring.

The couple bursts into giggles, picturing the absolute cheesiness of the occasion. “Can you imagine Finn in a red tux?” Kurt asked in the middle of his laughter, his face in Blaine's shoulder. “No way honey, I'm sorry, but… No, they can wear red ties with like, pink hearts on them or something.” He joked, reaching up to gently pinch Blaine's cheek. He was such a goober but he was his goober and that's all that mattered to Kurt.

“Have you decided on the honeymoon yet? We should discuss ideas.” Blaine mentioned, his cheek resting on Kurt's head, the two of them forgetting about the cookies, focusing on bigger and better matters. “I'm thinking a cruise to some nice island.”

Kurt nodded slowly, throwing the idea around in his head. “You don't think we'll have to hide?” He wondered, suddenly becoming slightly worried. It was hard to be alone on a cruise; there are so many people and activities to keep track of.

“Hide?”

“Yeah, a cruise is not like New York city, Blaine. Showing affection may not be tolerated as well as it is here and I would hate for someone to ruin our honeymoon be-”

Blaine placed a finger over Kurt's lips, quieting him instantly. “Stop. I don't care what other people think. If I want to go on a cruise with my husband to celebrate our marriage and other people don't like it, screw them.” He assured sternly, sliding the finger down Kurt's lips to his chin, lifting it to face him. “I love you and I'm going to show it proudly on our amazing honeymoon adventure. So do we agree on a cruise?” Blaine asked pecking Kurt's lips, watching as his mind was playing out possible pros and cons.

“We agree. I would like to go to Hawaii.” Kurt told him with a small smile, taking Blaine's lips into his for a slow kiss, loving that things are coming together. Slowly but surely this wedding planning was getting done.

“I think I can make that happen for us.” Blaine mumbled against his fianc�e’s mouth, smiling as he pecked his lips a few times.

Kurt hummed happily, moving to take the tray from Blaine's lap, placing it on the coffee table. “Is this seat taken?” He wondered cutely, moving to straddle his fianc�e’s thighs, arms wrapping around his neck.

Blaine groaned leaning his head back against the couch as his fianc�e kissed down his jaw, peppering his skin with soft kisses.

“What would the guys think if you went to work in the morning with a hickey?” Kurt asked against Blaine's neck a while later, his tongue darting out to lick at his bruising skin.

“What?!” He yelled in shock, his hand coming up to the side of his neck, his eyes widening. “Kurt, I can't believe you did that! What are we sixteen?” Blaine gently placed Kurt aside, getting up to go to the closest mirror, checking out the hickey he was left with.

Kurt was lying on the couch watching him, trying to hold back a giggle. “You know you like it.” He teased, biting his lip as Blaine looked back at him, unable to stop the smile forming on his face.

With a faint shrug Blaine strolled back over to the couch, hovering over Kurt. “Well...” He released a sigh, kissing the tip of his fianc�e’s nose. “It is kind of hot, okay? I'll admit it.”

“Mm... You know what else is hot?”

Blaine raised his eyebrows in question, his lips ghosting over Kurt's with a smirk, his tongue tentatively swiping across his mouth.

“You.” Kurt mumbled, reaching his mouth up to playfully nip at Blaine's tongue, the two of them giggling. Intimate moments like this were his favorite, it was a side of Blaine that was just his and no one else knew him like this.

The room was quiet as they nipped and touched one another, Blaine's hips grinding down on Kurt's in just the right way. Kurt enjoying Blaine's groans and that whiny high pitched sound that comes from the back of his throat when Kurt licks up Blaine's cock. Blaine reveling in Kurt's moans and the way he arches his back off the couch as he fingers him.

Everything was slow and intimate; time seemed to come to a stop for them as they made love, savoring the feeling of this immense love and happiness between them. It was beautiful like many times in the past and like many times that they will have in the future.