Chapter 82 - Almost Over

The days and nights on the beach were relaxing like Kurt never thought they could be. All worries of the wedding seemed to fly away and he was really enjoying the calm and peacefulness. The parasailing was freeing and Kurt was ready to take on life when they returned. After all, life was going to get pretty hectic when they returned. Graduation was only two months away and the wedding two weeks after that.

Kurt and Blaine were having a blast at the beach. They hung out with their new friends some of the evenings and got to know a lot of new people. They were surprised at how accepted they seemed to be. It was like they were like any of the other couples. It was a far cry from where they lived, but maybe it was more related to the age of the people they were hanging around with. Most of them were seniors and getting ready to go to college. Life was a new frontier for them. Kurt found himself the happiest he'd ever been. He had gotten into college and was going to be a fashion designer and he was marrying Blaine.

"I'm marrying Blaine." Kurt said aloud as he lay in bed. Kurt didn't even realize he was talking out loud.

"You better be marrying me. I've got this awesome venue reserved, flowers, food, tents, hotel, and a bunch of other things. Not to mention I have a couple thousand napkins and little boxes that say Kurt and Blaine." He turned on his side and ran a hand down Kurt's chest caressing his now slightly tanner skin.

Blaine was too cute for his own good. "It's no wonder people love you. You are suave and debonair and cute as a puppy."

"What can I say? I aim to please." Blaine rolled all the way over and draped a leg over Kurt's waist and wrapped an arm around his chest. "Do I please?"

Kurt giggled like a school girl. "Trust me. You definitely know how to please. I only hope I can live up to your expectations."

It had been a while since Blaine had heard words similar what he was just heard him say. "There's nothing to live up to. You're perfect. You make me perfect." Blaine noticed that Kurt didn't seem bothered. He was just joking, so Blaine let it go.

They settled into kissing and whispering about things they had done on the trip. Things like walk on the beach, finding shells, swimming, parasailing and making love. "Blaine! Kurt!" Burt's voice rattled their door.

"Yeah Dad?"

"Carole and I will be gone all day. We're taking one of those fishing excursions. Finn has already left for the beach." Burt yelled back.

"Okay!"

"If you want to go into town, you can use the van. I'll leave the keys on the kitchen counter."

"Okay!" The door shut quickly. "Let's go shopping. I'm a little beached out anyway."

"Three days left. We're going jet skiing tomorrow!" Blaine demanded.

"Whatever you want to do."

"Good because I am in the mood to break the law and make love by the pier." Blaine smirked.

"You're quite the adventurer now Mr. I don't really like to break rules." Kurt sat up. "Let's get in the shower. We can have a nice long shower and I'll suck you off."

Blaine blushed, He loved getting his cock sucked about as much as he loved sucking Kurt's cock. "Well, if you insist."

"Oh.. I do. I know how much you love it."

"I will happily and readily return the favor."

"I would expect at least that." Kurt smiled innocently. "Come on."

"We need to go to that one store we passed on the way in." Kurt strolled through the shopping area. "You know which one I'm talking about?" They were eating ice cream strolling along each holding a few bags.

"I like these shops. Their so unique." Just as the words left Blaine's mouth, Kurt looked up and saw an art store. All the thoughts of the other store flew out of his head.

"Oh my God. Look at that." Kurt pointed to a painting that was in the front window. "I would love to put that in out apartment. "We have to go in."

Blaine looked up and smiled. He liked it too. "I like it, but what is it?"

"I don't know, but I love the colors and the use of black and how it brings out the pure and vivid color of the others. It looks like a mish mosh of colors, but I want it. It's inspiring." Kurt stared at it while Blaine stared at him.

Blaine smiled at Kurt. Kurt was full of life and excitement by just looking at this. "You are so inspired. I can see it."

"Can we go in?"

"We can do better than that. Let's go find out how much it costs and buy it." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him to the door.

This wasn't even a store. It was an art gallery. When they walked it, there were sculptures and paintings on all of the walls. An middle aged woman approached them while they were looking around. "May I help you?" She scoffed at them, but still helped.

Blaine didn't like snobby people like her. "Yes thank you. My fiancée" he gestured to Kurt, "would like to see the piece of art in the window. Can you tell us a little about it?"

"Price?" Blaine blinked and was noticeably annoyed as he shook his head and looked down for a second before looking her in the eye.

"Yes, but we really want to know the background of the art. Is it hand painted or is it digital media? Who is the artist?" Blaine crossed his arms. She was still standing there.

"Before I pull it out, I want you to know that it costs about seven hundred dollars." She started at him.

"Cost really isn't an issue." He smiled his smug Anderson smile that Kurt didn't often see. Usually it was when he was being treated with less respect than he though any normal person deserved. "I assure you I can afford it. Can you?"

Kurt whispered, "We don't need to get it." He worried about her treating them poorly.

"Don't be silly. I'm sure she'll be happy to show it to us." He looked at her.

"Certainly." She sighed as if they were a waste of her time. Yet, she returned with the art piece. It was rolled over to them. "This is a digital media piece..." Blaine didn't care anymore about the artist. Just the fact that Kurt wanted it. He glanced at Kurt who was intently listening about the artist.

When she was finally finished Blaine spoke immediately. "We'll take it and we need it shipped to this address." He handed her a business card size item and then his credit card.

"Feel free to browse while I set the transaction up."

Kurt immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry."

Blaine took his face in his palms. "Don't apologize for someone else being an idiot. The funny thing is she didn't seem bothered by us being gay, just that we were young." He kissed Kurt gently on the lips and when he backed away, Kurt's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. "She'll learn her lesson. I'm sure she's back there right now looking me up and checking out the address. The card I gave her is pretty clear that it's a secured apartment building. When she calls it, I'm sure she's going to ask questions. Wait till she gets back. I guaranty her tone will be quite different."

"But, you shouldn't have bought it." Kurt insisted.

"Why not. You love it. You looked inspired by it. You'll be more creative with it in our home. I have no problem spending money on something that makes your whole face light up." Blaine hugged Kurt.

At that moment, the woman returned. "Mr. Anderson, I called your apartment and delivery is set up. They said that they will be accepting the delivery and they have access to your apartment."

Blaine looked smug as can be. It was a huge turn on to Kurt. "They do. Thank you."

"Um. I would like to apologize if I was a little curt with you." She said as she bowed her head and lost eye contact.

"Quite alright. You see, I don't care how you treat me because I have right here the most important person. My fiancée." He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "And my, Kurt, is inspired by this piece of artwork and since he's going to be a fashion designer, I wanted to have this piece of art that inspired him so much." He kissed Kurt on the temple. "So you see now that we aren't a bunch of silly teenagers. I hope in the future that you think of this time and treat everyone that walks through your door with the utmost respect."

"I will Mr. Anderson. Thank you for purchasing this piece. I'm sure your fiancée will enjoy it."

"Thank you." He turned Kurt around with his arm around his back and led him out the door.

"That was so hot." Kurt murmured against Blaine's lips as his hands worked the tee shirt off and over his head. "I love when you express your power. It's a real turn on." Kurt's hands moved to Blaine's pants where his fingers already unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper. He pushed them down over his hips and butt and dropped to his knees.

Kurt licked the length of Blaine's cock before parting his lips and spreading them tightly around his cock. Blaine moaned at the feel of Kurt's mouth around him as his hips jerked forward unintentionally. Kurt gagged and pulled off. Blaine was apologetic. "I'm sorry, baby."

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "I just wasn't ready. Why don't we get to the bed?"

"I need to get some layers off of you first." Blaine kissed him, his tongue invading Kurt's mouth and all his senses. His hands worked swiftly and expertly at each button on his shirt until he could push it over his shoulders and off. Kurt giggled and backed toward the bed. Blaine reached out for the waistband of his pants pulling him back toward him. "You're not getting away." Blaine quickly undid Kurt's pants and pushed them down kissing him all the while. Kurt was tangled in his own pants that were pooled at his feet. He started to back away again and tripped over his own pants. He screamed as Blaine reached for him. "I gotcha, baby."

Kurt let Blaine cradle him and carry him to the bed. "You've always got me. You're my hero." He grinned at Blaine.

"You too damn cute." Blaine pinned Kurt to the bed and straddled him, bending over to suck at Kurt's nipple drawing it in and biting gently.

"Holy Fuck." Kurt arched into Blaine expert mouth. He whined as Blaine released his nipple but soon found the other one, sucking it to a matching peak.

They were both hard and ready. Thank God, the condo was still empty. "I'll get the lube." Blaine moved off of Kurt and leaned over to the nightstand where they stored the ample supply. Blaine lubed his fingers up and returned to Kurt kissing him deeply. Kurt was completely opened up to let Blaine do anything he wanted to do to him. He laid there while Blaine pushed his legs where he wanted them. Blaine lips were on him, kissing him, licking him. The cool air left in the wake of Blaine's tongue was enough to make Kurt shiver and whine with utter need. "I've got you baby."

"Blaine, I need you." Kurt begged, his body curling in to Blaine's as their lips met again. They kissed wet and messy with promise. Blaine's hand made its way south as he rubbed a wet lubed finger around Kurt's hole before slipping two fingers in immediately. Kurt gasped, "I need you to fuck me, Blaine."

Blaine continued to press his fingers in and out in rhythm to the gentle movement of Kurt's hips. He knew Kurt was ready for him, yet seeing Kurt in this desperate way was such a turn on for him. He loved seeing Kurt's face on the edge of ecstasy. He loved that he put him in that place. "You're beautiful Kurt. I love you." He leaned down and kissed him again before lifting up and settling between Kurt's legs. He wanted to see Kurt come undone. Lubing his cock up, he lined himself up and pressed in. He could feel the air leave Kurt's lungs as Kurt took him inside.

Kurt spread his legs a little more and lifted them up to wrap around Blaine's lower back. "Fuck, Blaine." Kurt grunted at how deep Blaine was. "You feel so good. Uunngh." Blaine pumped his hips wiggling them a little as he thrust in. It was encouraging to hear the continued moans of pleasure from Kurt's sweet pink lips.

Blaine was sweating he didn't want to speed up. "God, I could stay inside your forever. You feel so good."

"I could keep you there forever." Kurt ran his fingers into Blaine's curls tugging his face to him in a heated kiss. Blaine pressed his hips forward swiftly and deeply. He could taste Kurt's moan in his mouth. It was mind-blowing. It always was with Kurt. Kurt's hand tucked between them. He started to pump his own cock to the rhythm of Blaine fucking him. "Fuck me harder."

It's not like Blaine had any control over himself when Kurt talked dirty to him. He was close. His hips jarred forward hard without control. Kurt moaned long and loud. He gripped his cock and pulled faster and harder until he came. As soon as Blaine felt the clench he was coming and screaming Kurt's name loud and drawn out. He collapsed on top of Kurt breathing hard. "Love you, baby. So much."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, hugging him tightly to his chest. "I love feeling you inside me. It's the most connected I ever feel to you, physically connected."

"When I put that ring on your finger, we'll be connected forever. That's what I want with you."

Kurt locked his ankles around Blaine's lower back. "Maybe I'll just keep you right here." He smiled and giggled a little.

"What if I'm not trying to move."

"So, I can?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure when I'm completely soft, I won't be able to stay right there." Blaine kissed Kurt's neck.

"Well, let a guy dream a little bit." Kurt Kissed the side of his head.

"Yeah.. okay. I like that dream." Blaine closed his eyes drifting off a little.

"Hey, don't sleep. We have to clean up." Blaine rolled off of Kurt who took in a breath as he was left empty. Blaine's eyes closed with exhaustion. Kurt leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You rest baby. I'll clean us up and wake you for dinner." He kissed his forehead and headed to the bathroom.

"I caught the biggest fish. You should have seen him Kurt." Carole was excited telling the tale of Burt's little fish and her huge one. They were sitting in your standard restaurant in town. "He was so jealous."

"Okay." Burt shook his head and laughed away. "The fish just thought you were cute." Burt kissed Carole on the cheek. "They wouldn't be wrong. Heck. I'd pick you before me. Think of the fish, down there in the water and they look up and see me, then you. Of course they picked you."

"Oh Honey, you're the only one that matters to me. There are no other fish in the sea for me."

Kurt grinned widely. The happiness shone in his eyes. "You guys are perfect. I'm so glad dad found you Carole. You make him happy."

"He makes me happy Kurt."

"I'm so happy for you both. I'm just happy to see dad happy."

"I'm happy to see my mom happy." Finn looked at his mom and then Kurt. "I think it's nice that we're all happy. I have an awesome family."

They all smiled until Burt cleared his throat. "Okay. So we're all happy right? And Blaine, you are family too, you know."

"Trust me Burt, I feel like family." Blaine kissed Kurt chastely on the lips. "I love my family." He pressed their foreheads together.

"So what's in the plans for tomorrow? We only have a few days left." Burt asked the boys.

"I'm going to go to the teen club with the guys." Finn had been hanging around with them non-stop.

"I mean during the day."

"Beach. Volleyball, swimming, maybe some walking." Finn added.

"We are going jet skiing." Blaine announced as he forked up some salad.

Burt turned his head so quickly you would have thought it might snap off. "Jet Skiing. Kurt jet skiing?"

"Dad, it's not that uncommon." Kurt complained.

"You do realize your hair will get blown in the wind. A lot." Burt waited for Kurt to respond. It was unlike Kurt to let his hair get messed up.

"I know, dad. Blaine want's to jet ski and I want to do things with Blaine." Kurt responded.

"So you don't want to jet ski?" Blaine looked pointedly at Kurt.

"It's not something I would normally do, but I want to do what you want to do."

"So, you wouldn't want to really jet ski. You just want to do it for me?"

"I guess so, yes."

"I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do." Blaine responded with a little bitterness.

"I didn't say I didn't want to do it and you're not forcing me. I said I wouldn't normally do something like that. It's not my thing. You know I hate to have my hair get all messy." Kurt said as he searched for something in Blaine's eyes. Blaine looked mad to him. Kurt decided to let it go and so did the entire table. They could tell that Blaine was upset, but none of them including Kurt understood.

"You're mad." Kurt nudged Blaine as they sat in lawn chairs just outside their bedroom door.

"Not mad." Blaine responded quietly.

"Why are you mad? I know it has something to do with Jet skiing." Kurt waited but was met with silence. "What is it?"

"Do you ever say no to me?" Blaine finally answered.

"What kind of question is that?" Kurt asked.

"Just answer it. Do you ever say no to me?" Blaine paused.

"This is stupid. What does it matter?"

"It just does."

"Why. I like to do things for you. Is that such a bad thing?"

"It is if you never tell me what you don't like. This is supposed to be a relationship. If you're constantly doing things just for me, how am I supposed to know if I do something you don't like."

"Blaine, you're overreacting."

Blaine stood up. "What about in bed Kurt?"

"What?"

"What about in bed. Do I do things that you don't like?"

"Don't be silly. You know that you don't." Kurt stood up and tried to take Blaine's hands. Blaine stuffed them in his pockets before Kurt could take them.

"How? How would I know. You do everything because I want to." Blaine started to walk away.

"Blaine, wait!"

He turned back around. "Do you know how I feel right now?"

"Why? I love you. You know that, right?"

"Yes, but it makes me feel like... like maybe I took advantage of you, but you didn't want to say no. Maybe I've even raped you, but I wouldn't know because you never say no to me. Maybe you don't even want to get married." Blaine stopped and stared at Kurt. He didn't mean it. He knew he didn't mean it, but he was angry and it just got out of hand. It was nonetheless a concern in his mind. He wanted Kurt, but he wanted the Kurt that spoke his mind and did what he wanted to do all the time, not a Kurt that gave in and just went along with things. "This is supposed to be a partnership. That means that we're equal. If you can't be my equal, maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

Kurt was silenced with tears running down his face. He didn't know what to say as he watched Blaine walk off into the night toward the beach. He heard every crunch of Blaine's feet in the sand. The accompaniment was the waves crashing gently on the shore. "Blaine!" His yell was met with silence.

He turned toward the room and fell onto the bed. He hadn't slept alone for a long time.