Chapter 66 - Everything Kurt and Blaine

Kurt seemed to be happier the last few days and the nightmares seemed to have stopped, but he was still sad when he thought no one was looking. Blaine encouraged him to go shopping for bridesmaid dresses for the wedding. He called Rachel and told her to get him back into the wedding planning with dresses and if there was time invitations. The invitations needed to go out in a few months. She agreed and got Mercedes and Quinn to go with them. Blaine was planning on meeting them at the mall and picking up something to eat and taking Kurt to his first appointment with a Psychologist.

"Blaine. Kurt is going to go completely diva on you. Why would you make an appointment without his knowledge?" Rachel responded to his admission.

"He's been off Rachel. Burt's worried, I'm worried, my dad's worried, everyone is worried. This is a huge thing he's dealing with." Blaine reasoned though he knew how Kurt was going to react. There was no question about how he would feel about it.

"Okay. I won't say anything about it. Does Finn know?"

"Of course. We're all doing this because we love him and we need him to be happy again."

"Okay, just make sure you strap him in the car and lock the doors before you take him."

"He'll understand." Blaine hoped.

"Kurt! I love this one!" Rachel held up a pretty sweet looking tee length dress in blue. Mercedes made a face and Quinn didn't ever respond.

"That's hideous Rachel. It belongs in the furnace."

Rachel crossed her arms with the dress still in her hand. "It's not that bad."

Mercedes jumped right in. "Yeah. If you're Barbie, it's not that bad. Rachel that dress is so babyish. Kurt needs something with style and flair."

"You got that right Cedes." Kurt smiled at her and started scanning the racks when a sales person came over to help.

"Can I help you?"

Kurt pushed everyone aside. "Yes, please. We are looking for a blue or red dress that is floor length and elegant. I would like to see off the shoulders or possibly spaghetti straps and all three of this young ladies need to look good in it."

The sales lady named Sheri was so confused. "Are you the groom? We rarely get grooms to pick out dresses." She smiled and shook Kurt's hand.

"I am, but I'm also the bride." He noticed her confused look and decided to put her out of her misery. "I'm marrying a groom." She seemed to understand now. "We're getting married in Boston in a full ceremony where it's legal, but I'd like to get my bridesmaid dresses here in Ohio, so that they can be fitted to all of my bridesmaids."

"Certainly, Mr. uh."

"Just call me Kurt. It'll be much easier." He looked at her again. "Do you have a problem with my sexuality?"

"Of course not. Call me Sheri and let's get started girls." She started to gather them over to the side of the store where there was seating and four fitting rooms. It all opened up to the main room so Kurt was able to stay and watch everyone try on dresses.

"Kurt. You should sit here. It sounds like you know what you want." She led him to a wingback chair.

"I do Sheri. I'm planning on attending fashion school in the fall. So, as I said, I would like a deep blue. Not quite navy. I don't want it to look Black. Or a red. Closer to a fire engine red. I would like to see something close fitting. Nothing to princess like."

"Okay. Ladies each of you pick a room and I'll be back with a few dresses." She shuffled away and was back in about five minutes with five dresses in hand. "Kurt, how do you like these five to start with?"

She held each one up one at a time. Kurt liked all but one of them. "Let's have them try these ones on. Can you bring more?"

She handed them to the girls and said, "Each of you pick one and get changed. I'll knock to see if you need help." She glanced at Mercedes. "Honey. I'm not saying this to you to be mean, but you should try this one on. The others may not quite fit you, but we can still have you try them to see a fit for your body shape."

Mercedes looked like she was going to kill her as she walked away. "Oh no she didn't!"

Kurt stood up and took her hand. "Cedes, she said she wasn't being mean. Please don't let it bother you. I love my Cede's bear hugs!"

"Only for you Kurt." She gave him the eye.

Kurt was actually enjoying this and forgetting about all of his worries. An hour later and eleven dresses, Kurt had decided on a something he never thought he would have picked. "We're going to take the tee length halter dress in midnight and the belt in valentine. I never thought I would want any flair to the skirt, but they look gorgeous in them dress. It's perfect!" Kurt smiled wide. Rachel thought she had done her job. Blaine would be proud. "These three and there will be at least two more coming for a fitting. I'll let you know because I haven't officially asked them yet."

"Just call me and I'll update your list, Kurt." She handed him her business card just as Rachel took his hand and Mercedes wrapper her hand around his elbow.

Rachel sang in his ear. "Off to the card shop for invitations." She looked at Kurt and for the first time in weeks he really did look like he was happy with not a care in the world. "Are you excited?"

Kurt looked at her and he could honestly say that he was. "Yes. I love Blaine. I can't wait, but we need to go to a printer, not the card shop. I need something unique, like Blaine and I."

The four got into Kurt's car and headed to the printer shop closest to the mall. "I'd like to see some samples of invitations."

The older guy behind the counter pulled out a binder of invitations for all types of parties but Kurt was looking for something special. As he leaned over the counter on his elbows checking out the more modern wedding invitations, the older guy was eyeing him and his friends. "So which one of you needs a date?"

Kurt looked up at him with a disgusted look on his face. "Really? They're here with me."

He laughed at that, "Right, like you could even make 'em feel good. You wouldn't even know what a girl wants. You're a complete fag."

Kurt hated the word. He hated it more that it came from a weasly old nasty guy. "In your dreams you could never get any one of these girls. Your cheap cologne and bargain basement clothes scream loser." Kurt shoved the binder at the guy.

"How dare you." The guy put a hand on Kurt's wrist. "I'll take you..."

Kurt pulled his hand away. "Get your nasty filthy hands off me." Kurt tried to pull away but the man held tight until Kurt twisted his arm away and slapped the guy in the face.

"You're kind is not welcome in my store." He rubbed his face where Kurt had slapped him. The girls grabbed Kurt's hands and pulled him toward the door.

"You're store won't be welcoming anyone soon because I promise to put you out of business. You're such an idiot. If you only knew who I was, you might have made some money off of me." Kurt turned his head toward the door and got in his car. Once he was behind the steering wheel he shuddered.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Rachel put a gentle hand to his shoulder. "Kurt. It's okay." He started to cry. "You're not driving Kurt. Come on." The girls all got out of the car and Mercedes and Rachel urged him into the back seat while Quinn took to driving and Mercedes sat in the front. Rachel wrapped her arms around him as Quinn drove them home. Kurt sobbed into his friends shoulder.

"Mercedes, call Blaine." Rachel directed.

The phone was answered in two rings. "Blaine, it's Mercedes." There was a long pause. "Yeah we picked dresses, but we had a bad run in at the printers. We're on our way home. We may need help with Kurt." Mercedes glanced at her friend. "Five minutes. Meet us outside."

Blaine was standing by the front walkway to the condo as Kurt's car pulled up. He opened the door to find Kurt still being held by Rachel. "Come here baby." Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him into him eventually cradling him and carrying him upstairs. "Hey Kurt. Sweetheart, I need to see you're pretty eyes." Kurt had tears welled in them. "Please Baby. You're okay. People are assholes. I love you and I could care less about this guy."

Kurt finally answered. "I don't understand why people hate us so much. I never did anything to them. I never forced myself on them, or touched them in any way." A few tears rolled over his cheeks. "This guy was horrible. I hate him. I want to put him out of business. We can do that, can't we?"

Blaine smiled. "I'm sure it can be arranged, but do you really want to do that?"

Kurt sighed. "No, because then he knows he got to me and I refuse to give him the satisfaction."

"That's my Kurt. My gorgeous fiancée talking." Blaine kissed him on the head. Blaine knew they had to skip the appointment today because Kurt was really in no shape to leave the house. He seemed to be finally letting Blaine in and let himself be cared for and loved. Blaine wrapped his loving arms around Kurt. "I've missed this, baby. I've missed holding you like this and feeling your body against mine."

Kurt stayed there. Right there in Blaine's arms. He gave up trying to hold everything in and in that moment it was like the air in the room changed. Kurt gave up being angry and sad and depressed and everything that was making him retreat into himself. Right here was the man he loved with all his heart. The man that was going to be his husband for the rest of their lives. He was going to hold him and take care of him and Kurt was offering the same. Why did he feel less than perfect when everything Blaine did and said made him perfect. No Kurt wasn't perfect and he had his fears and doubts, but none of those fears or doubts could hurt him as long as he had Blaine. As long as they were together, they could conquer anything. "I'm sorry I've been withdrawn Blaine."

Blaine caressed Kurt's arms where he had wrapped them around Blaine. "You never have to apologize to me Kurt. I'll always be there for you. We'll always be there for each other. Okay?"

"I've been foolish the last few weeks. I've been so worried about myself that I forgot about you... and us."

"You didn't forget." Blaine held his face in his hands. "You just got sidetracked for a little while." Blaine pulled Kurt to lie down.

Kurt was lying with his head on Blaine's chest as he felt a sigh of relief. "I worried you and I did forget. I'm so sorry." Kurt cried for the weeks lost when he was so messed up over Paul. He needed this to be over. He needed to face his fears and he needed to be strong for both of them. "You were hurt by him too Blaine. You were stabbed twice and I was so worried about me. You have two huge scars and I don't. I have no lasting physical signs."

Blaine was angry to hear Kurt say that. "Don't! Don't say that I was hurt worse than you. My pain was physical and my scars were superficial. They were on the surface. He hurt you physically by invading your privacy and then you're mind. I'll never let him do that to you ever again, Kurt."

"I know." Kurt finally lifted his head to Blaine's face. "I love you Blaine Anderson and we're getting married. I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself and I refuse to let him stop me from my dreams."

"That's my Kurt. My beautiful, wonderful and smart Kurt Hummel." Blaine kissed his sweet lips for the first time in weeks. It was a real kiss. This wasn't the chaste kiss that he'd been getting for the past few days or weeks, this was his Kurt. With tongues tangled together, Blaine and Kurt needed to feel each other and rest in their own cocoon together. It was safe there in each other's arms. It was safe and right and Kurt should have never doubted their future together.

Kurt had Blaine's hands and arms and body pressed to him. Their tongues wrapped together and Blaine whined at the contact. He whined and held Kurt so tight like he was afraid to let go. He didn't want to let go of Kurt ever. His body had been craving Kurt's touch for weeks. His mind was so wrapped in the feel of Kurt against him, wanting him again. Blaine didn't even realize how his body was just aching to feel Kurt and have Kurt want him and touch him like he always did.

Kurt kissed Blaine's lips and then his jawline and neck. He sucked gently. "I'm sorry I made you crave this. I can feel it Blaine. I can feel your need. I'm sorry I didn't cherish you every waking moment." Kurt took Blaine's hand and held it so that the scar on his arm was plainly visible. He looked at it lovingly and kissed it gently. He peppered kisses down the length of it and rubbed his nose across it bringing to this cheek where he nuzzled the spot where Blaine selflessly took a blade from Paul. Their eyes met and Kurt leaned down to kiss Blaine once more. "I love you so much Blaine."

"I love you too." Kurt pulled Blaine's tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Blaine was just lying there looking at Kurt. Kurt hadn't even realized that he'd straddled Blaine. He lovingly ghosted his fingers over Blaine's chest reveling in the fact that he could still cause Blaine to shiver and gasp at his touch. He stopped just an inch from the other scar. He stared at it and turned his head left and right inspecting the scar. The scar that Blaine got for defending him. He willingly put himself in grave danger to save him. Kurt took a single index finger and traced the scar from one end to the other. Blaine's breath was shallow. This was intimate and they hadn't been this intimate in weeks.

It was one thing to fuck and one thing to make love, but an entirely different thing to worship each other. Kurt was worshipping him. There was no question about that. Kurt traced it gently as Blaine's eyes first followed Kurt's finger then trained them on Kurt's face as he soaked in the feeling of Kurt worshipping him so intimately, so lovingly. Kurt's lips turned up just a little at the ends as he continued to touch the scar. "Only you." Kurt whispered before he bent down to trail his lips softly along the scar. He was feeling Blaine's scar, Blaine's ultimate love with his lips. He breathed in the scent of Blaine as he closed his eyes and tried to memorize the length of the scar and every little ripple of imperfection that was now a part of Blaine. His love, his partner, his mate, his future husband. "I love you. All of you Blaine. I promise to always love you and never take us for granted ever again. I promise to trust and honor our partnership until I die. I want to laugh with you, cry with you and grow old with you. You're my life, my everything until the day I die."

Blaine had tears in his eyes. If this was what he had to look forward to on his wedding day then he couldn't wait. "Kurt-" Kurt brought his fingers to Blaine's lips.

"Sshh." Kurt leaned down and kissed the length of the scar ending near Blaine's waistband where he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and nudged him to lift up so that he could pull his pants off. "I'm okay. I want this Blaine. I want you."

Blaine nodded and Kurt took his semi hard cock into his mouth. Kurt didn't realize how much he missed doing this to and with Blaine. Kurt heard Blaine let out a little whine as he lowered his head onto Blaine's now instantly rock hard cock. "Kurt.. Love you so much baby."

Kurt took it as a sign to continue on. He bobbed his head at a quicker pace and remembered how much Blaine really enjoyed having his balls sucked and played with. He rolled his balls in his fingers and sucked one and then the other gently in his mouth, humming just a little. Blaine moaned. That was Kurt's sign to get himself ready. Kurt quickly removed his shirt and pulled Blaine's pants that were wadded up at his knees. He stood and rid himself of his skin tight pants quickly and reached in the bedside table for the lube that has been sitting dormant for weeks waiting for this.

Blaine continued to lay on his back and when Kurt was back with the lube, he found his fiancé sprawled out stroking himself slowly but firmly. "Watch me Blaine. Don't you let your eyes leave me." Kurt turned so Blaine could see him. He squirted some lube on his own fingers and trailed them down his crack finding his own hole and ever so slowly he pushed in his first finger. He wanted to fulfill Blaine's need and want. He wanted to do this for Blaine and for himself. This was who they were. They were sexual, they were young and they were in love.

Kurt continued to finger his hole while Blaine watched. He looked awestruck and smiled ever so slightly as Kurt added a second finger. Kurt's eyes closed as a light sheen of sweat blanketed his pale soft skin. Blaine moaned at the sight of his lover preparing himself for him. "You're so fucking gorgeous Kurt. I missed you so much these past few weeks." Kurt noticed a bit of regret in his voice.

"Don't be sad. This is happy. I'm excited to be with you. I'm excited about making love." Kurt moved closer to Blaine and facing him straddled over Blaine's lap as he took Blaine cock in his hand. It was dark, heavy and thick and leaking for him. Kurt smiled at Blaine because how could that not make a guy feel good. He poured a little lube on this tip of his cock and got up on his knees as he lined himself up just right before slowly lowering himself onto Blaine's beautiful, thick cock. Kurt held his breath as he descended on it, feeling the stretch and, when finally bottomed out, the fullness of Blaine. "Fuck Blaine. You feel so big." Kurt had to take a minute to adjust to Blaine's size, but not long after, he began to raise and lower himself on Blaine's cock. He started out just a little bit at a time until he was riding Blaine in haste.

Blaine could see the muscles in Kurt's legs moving, straining as his love impaled himself over and over again on his cock. Kurt was doing this for Blaine. Kurt was doing this because he loved Blaine. To give Kurt a bit of a rest, Blaine took Kurt's ass in his hands and helped him raise and lower himself. "God Kurt. I love you so much. So fucking tight. Unghhh." Kurt's breathing was becoming more labored as he felt the burn in his calves and thighs. He rested himself on Blaine's lap completely full. "Get on your back baby." Blaine urged him up and to lie on the bed.

Kurt spread his legs for Blaine. He was rock hard and wanted to be pounded by Blaine. He wanted to come shouting Blaine's name. "Fuck me hard Blaine."

Blaine caressed the side of his face pushing a few tendrils of hair away from Kurt's gorgeous face. It took a few second to line himself up and push in again. Blaine didn't hold back. He wanted this and Kurt asked to be fucked hard. Blaine pushed in hard holding Kurt's legs spread out. Kurt smiled up at him and he knew it was alright. "You feel so good baby." Blaine pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in and then pistoning in short thrusts into Kurt. Kurt moaned in pleasure as Blaine knew he was hitting Kurt's ever sensitive spot.

"Blaine. Fuck. Oh Fuck. Right there. Right there." Kurt looked down and could see Blaine's hips slamming into his ass every thrust forward. It was only moments later that Kurt could feel the heat in his belly and it moved right through his balls and out his cock. "Oh shiiit. Blaine. Fuck me." Kurt had let both hands drop to the bed and gripped the bed so hard after starting to come. Blaine stroked him through his orgasm.

Blaine pulled out of Kurt and stroked himself once and then twice and he was coming all over Kurt's cock and balls. "Oh my God, Kurt." Blaine took a few breaths and calmed himself before gently lying down half on Kurt's chest and half on his side. He kissed Kurt's lips gently as their breathing slowed. Blaine gazed into Kurt's eyes and kissed his nose. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Kurt just smiled. He didn't acknowledge that Blaine thought he was amazing when in reality, Blaine was the amazing one. "You're the amazing one." Kurt's eyes were drooping from the emotions and Blaine recognized it. He started to rub soothing circles on Kurt's chest. He hummed a little as Kurt drifted off. Blaine got up and warmed up a washcloth. He wiped Kurt and himself clean. Instead of trying to wake Kurt up and get under the covers, Blaine decided that he would grab a comforter from the closet. He spooned behind Kurt and covered them both up. In a few minutes Blaine had settled in. They were wrapped in the Blaine and Kurt cocoon for the night. The last whisper from Blaine's lips were, "Sleep tight my love." He dozed off too.