Kurt lifted a hand and ran his fingers through Blaine's curls. His boyfriend made a content noise in the back of his throat and his arm tightened around Kurt's waist. He rubbed his noise against Kurt's chest before lifting his head and looking at his boyfriend through bleary eyes. Blaine grinned goofily and Kurt chuckled softly, pushing Blaine's hair back from his face.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, voice rough from sleep.

"So happy," Kurt smiled. "I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too," Blaine returned, grinning, "So much." He kissed Kurt, pulling him close. Both shivered with the touch of skin on skin. Blaine pulled back softly and gazed at Kurt with eyes filled with love. "Did I hurt you at all?" He asked quietly and Kurt shook his head.

"No, it was perfect," Kurt smiled, stroking his boyfriend's jaw, feeling the slight scruff that had grown over night.

"Good," Blaine beamed. "Everything was perfect."

"We should get up soon," Kurt said softly, running a hand up Blaine's bare back, fingers brushing gently.

"Don't want to," Blaine mumbled against Kurt's neck. "Happy here."

Kurt chuckled and shifted again, rubbing his foot along Blaine's calf muscle. "Me too."

Blaine smiled and gently kissed the sensitive part of his neck. Kurt hummed happily, arching his neck to give Blaine better access. His boyfriend's hands travelled down his body, Kurt shuddering delightfully under his touch. "Shower with me?" Kurt gasped out. Blaine removed his lips from his boyfriend's neck and beamed.

"Of course," Blaine grinned, sitting up. He slipped off the bed and pulled Kurt up with him. Kurt blushed, the sheet falling away from body. Blaine led him to the bathroom and turned the shower on, waiting till it went warm. He stepped in and smiled at Kurt, pulling him in too.

Blaine pulled him into his arms, kissing him languidly, keeping them under the spray. When he deemed Kurt soaked enough he grabbed the shower gel and squirted into his hands. Kurt watched with curious eyes as Blaine ran his hands over him, coating him with soap.

Blaine smiled at him adoringly and Kurt smiled back. He rinsed himself and returned the favour to Blaine. He hummed happily as Kurt explored his body, pulling him into a kiss. Kurt was gently pushed against the wall, moulding himself into Blaine's arms. He would never tire of feeling his boyfriend's skin on his.

Boldly, Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's chest, caressing his hips before cupping Blaine. He moaned loudly and bucked into Kurt's hand, already hard from having Kurt's hands all over him. Blaine ripped his mouth away from his boyfriend's and dropped his head onto Kurt's shoulder, panting harshly. Kurt wrapped a firm – but gentle – hand around Blaine and stroked him.

"Oh Kurt," Blaine moaned, hips thrusting into Kurt's fist. He sucked on his shoulder, causing Kurt to gasp and rock his hips against Blaine's thigh. He moved his own hand to cup Kurt and he got a loud moan in response.

They thrust against each other, moaning and clinging tightly. Kurt was the first to reach his peak, coming hard, sagging against Blaine. His boyfriend's hips jerked two more times before he began groaning loudly, head thumping against the wall with a thud.

Both breathed heavily and Blaine ran his free hand through Kurt's wet hair. They smiled at each other and waited until their legs to become solid again for they had turned to jelly. They rinsed themselves off and turned the water off. Kurt stepped out and wrapped a towel around himself before handing one to Blaine.

They dried themselves off and went back into Kurt's room to get dressed. When they were clothed again, they went upstairs and got themselves some breakfast, feet tangling under the table, smiling giddily at each other. When they finished breakfast, they went and cuddled on the couch, slipping the Sound of Music into the DVD player.

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Burt came home after lunch, opening the door loudly to make his presence known. He was sure what he was expecting when he came in, but smiled at the sight.

"Seriously Blaine," Kurt cried. "I give you one job."

"It slipped!" Blaine protested, his mouth tugging at the corners, trying to suppress a smile. Kurt had his hands on his hips, a whisk in his hand that was slowly dripping. There was a cracked egg on the bench, creating a puddle of yellow goo.

"What are you making?" Burt asked and Kurt jumped, hand going to his heart.

"Geez, Dad, you scared me," Kurt breathed, hands falling from his hips.

"We're making brownies," Blaine grinned.

"Who is making brownies?" Kurt asked, eyebrows raised and Blaine smiled sheepishly.

"OK, Kurt is making brownies. I'm making a mess," he chuckled.

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly and chucked a cloth at Blaine's face. "Clean that up please," Kurt smirked and sashayed to the fridge, opening it. He pulled out another egg, went back to the bench and expertly cracked the egg into the bowl, throwing the shell away.

"Show off," Blaine teased and Kurt beamed at him.

"When will they be ready?" Burt asked, eying the mixture hopefully.

"Soon," Kurt answered him. "You'll have to be patient."

Both Burt and Blaine groaned at this and Kurt scowled at them. Burt was happy to see that nothing had changed between Kurt and Blaine. In fact, they seemed stronger than ever. He watched as Blaine looked at Kurt with such devotion and love. Kurt would catch his gaze, smile, hands slowing as he stirred the mixture. They would look away, smiling giddily.

Burt chuckled softly to himself. Yeah, Blaine would totally be his son in-law one day and he couldn't have asked for a better kid. "I want the first brownie," Burt called as he went to put his things down.

"You always get the first brownie," Kurt called out after him and Burt grinned. Kurt finished the brownies and put them in the oven while Blaine started the dishes. "Let me help," Kurt said, moving to help Blaine but his boyfriend blocked him.

"Nope. You made them so let me clean up," Blaine smiled, continuing to block Kurt from the sink.

Kurt pouted but leaned against the bench, watching Blaine work. "This is oddly domestic of us," Kurt commented and his boyfriend grinned at him over his shoulder.

"I like it," he said bluntly.

"I like it too," Kurt smiled, "A lot."

Blaine smiled softly at him and quickly finished the dishes. He dried his hands and went to Kurt, pulling him into a hug.

"Love you, Kurt," Blaine whispered in his ear.

"Love you, too, Blaine," Kurt whispered back.

The timer went off and Kurt untangled himself from Blaine and quickly removed the tray from the oven, putting it on a cooling rack.

"They smell so good," Blaine moaned, smelling them happily.

"You are such a puppy," Kurt giggled and shooed him away.

Burt came into the kitchen and reached for the brownies but Kurt smacked his hand away with a thwack. Burt snapped his hand back, cradling it to his chest. "Damn reflexes," Burt grumbled and Kurt smirked.

"I will ban both of you from the kitchen," he warned them and the two men raised their hands in surrender.

"Football's on, Blaine," Burt said, clapping him on the back. "Let's leave Kurt to it."

Blaine nodded, winked at Kurt and followed Burt out the living room. Burt sat in his chair while he took the couch. Burt switched the TV on and the game flickered to life on the screen. They sat in silence for a while, trying to catch up on what they had missed.

"Were you safe?" Burt asked suddenly and Blaine's head snapped up. He blushed red, but nodded his head.

"Yes, Burt. We were," Blaine assured him. "I wouldn't do anything without making sure Kurt was completely comfortable."

Burt nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Good," he nodded and no more was said on the subject.

Blaine smiled to himself, looking back to the TV. Kurt joined them not much later, a plate of brownies in his hand. He held it out to Burt, who snatched one off the plate and bit into it.

"Thanks, Kurt," Burt said, mouth full and Kurt rolled his eyes. He offered one to Blaine and took one himself, settling next to his boyfriend on the couch.

"Thank you, Kurt," Blaine smiled.

"You're welcome," Kurt grinned back and grabbed a magazine off the coffee table, putting the plate of brownies down. Kurt read the magazine instead of watching the game, nibbling daintily on his brownie while Burt and Blaine devoured them.

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After the game, Blaine had to get home. Kurt walked him out the car and pulled him into a hug.

"I love you, Blaine," he smiled.

"I love you, too, Kurt," Blaine beamed, "Happy anniversary, love."

"Happy anniversary," Kurt echoed.

"I'll message you when I get home," Blaine promised and Kurt chuckled.

"Good," he murmured, pecking him on the lips. He pulled back and Blaine slipped into the car. Kurt watched him drive away before skipping back into the house. Burt was waiting for him and Kurt bit his lip, knowing what was coming.

"You happy, kid?" Burt asked bluntly.

"Very, Dad," Kurt smiled. "It was...perfect. Blaine's perfect."

"I'm glad," Burt smile softly. Kurt blushed and they both shifted awkwardly. "Did you need to talk or –"

"No, Dad," Kurt interrupted quickly, backing up. "I'm good." Burt nodded and they shifted again. "I'm going to do laundry," Kurt announced and practically ran out of the room.

Burt went to his chair and collapsed on to his chair. His little boy really had grown up.