Chapter 85 - Bachelors

"My mom gave me my great grandfather's diamond wedding band to wear opposite our rings." Blaine held it up for Kurt to see. "Do you think it'll overshadow our rings?"

"No. Our rings are perfect. Plus, with the engraving it'll be special. That ring is beautiful and it's a family heirloom." Kurt smiled. "I like tradition. I can't wait to hand down things to our kids and create our own traditions. We're almost there."

"Yeah. We are. Are you nervous?" Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes. He wanted to make sure they were doing the right thing for both of them.

"Not at all. I'm nervous about school and not being good enough, I'm nervous about all the people that are coming to our humongous wedding, but I'm not nervous about spending the rest of my life with you."

Blaine pulled Kurt into him effectively lying them down on the bed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"We never got to talk about your panic attack. Is it too much for you?"

"No. I'm fine. I was freaking out a little, but there's nothing to worry about." Kurt rolled off the bed and started stripping his clothes off. Changing the subject, he asked, "What did they get you for something new?"

"They got me a bracelet. You should see it."

Kurt smiled as he pulled off his socks. "I saw it." He walked over to the chair where he put everything down and held up the box. "Matching. I love it. Do you?"

"Love it." Blaine smiled as he stood and stripped his clothes off. He stood there naked. "Now do I need to seduce you or will you get in bed?

"All you needed to do was ask." Kurt pushed his boxers down to the ground and stepped out of them. His cock was already hard and standing.

"So, then, I'm asking." Blaine was equally hard waiting to feel the smooth skin of Kurt's chest and the velvety lips on his skin. Anywhere on his skin.

"Beg." Kurt was being seductive. With one hand on his hip and his cock standing at attention, he held his ground. "Beg me."

Blaine got up on his knees. He was picture perfect, on his knees, hands praying by his lips and those adorable puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeaaase."

Kurt bounded into the bed. "You're so fucking adorable." Kurt kissed him. "And so fucking hot." Kurt straddled him, their cocks meeting. Blaine gasped at the initial touch but quickly wrapped his hand around both their cocks pumping them. Kurt arched his back reveling in the feeling of their cocks together, Blaine's hand movements. Blaine could see Kurt falling apart already as Kurt arched his back, Blaine's mouth moved over his nipple licking it. Kurt moaned as Blaine continued to suck and lick. Kurt almost fell of the bed, so Blaine wrapped his free arm around his waist, pulling him into his body and lying him down trading with Kurt on bottom. "That was sly Mr. Anderson."

Blaine straddled Kurt and pulled their cocks together again. "Your cock is gorgeous, just like you." Kurt's eyes slid shut while he soaked in the feeling of Blaine stroking him. "I love that I can make you fall apart."

"Fuck me already." Kurt said impatiently.

Blaine stifled a moan. He loved it when Kurt got impatient with him. It made him feel wanted, loved and desired. He reached into the nightstand for the lube. "Fuck."

"What?"

"It's empty."

Kurt shot up. "There's some in the bathroom cabinet. Get it now."

Blaine chuckled. "I like it when I've got you desperate." Blaine backed into the bathroom so that he could keep his eyes on Kurt. The want showing evidently in his blue grey eyes. That was all Blaine needed to see to move much more quickly than originally planned. Blaine stood next to the bed eying Kurt. "I love fucking you."

"Then get on with it already."

"Your so impatient." Blaine smiled and just stood there. "In fact, I should make you wait."

"I will cut you off for a week if you make me wait. I swear I will." Kurt was mad and pouty at the same time. "Please Blaine. I'm begging you. I'm so horny right now."

Blaine took no mercy on Kurt. As he approached the bed. Kurt flipped over on his belly, which Blaine didn't ask him to do, but now Kurt was laid out like a sacrifice. He was laid out for Blaine's taking and Blaine wishes. He was submitting his body to his lover. Blaine took a hand to his pristine skin, running it down his back to his perfectly round ass. "Quit with the tenderness crap. I need you to fuck me already."

Blaine quickly lubed up and without prep, pressed in slowly. Kurt arched his ass up higher as Blaine plunged deep inside him. Kurt sighed. "Good?"

"Perfect." Kurt's eyes were closed as he caught his breath. "Move already."

And Blaine did. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock was still inside him. He pushed back in hard and fast. Kurt's breath caught in the feel of Blaine filling him up so perfectly and so fully. "You're ass is so perfect, baby. I love you."

"More Blaine.. More."

Blaine pushed hard and fast over and over again. Sweat was pouring down his face. Kurt's back was covered in sweat from his own gyrations. Blaine fucked him so hard that Kurt was pushed up the bed to the headboard. His hands wrapped around the rungs as Blaine pounded him relentlessly, grunting. Their sweat intermingling as their bodies slid together in unison. Kurt was lost in a sea of ecstacy. He whined and moaned for more. Kurt pushed up on his knees so that he could fist his own painfully hard cock. Blaine was sweating profusely as he worked hard giving Kurt all that he wanted from him. He panted with every thrust forward. Kurt was perfectly tight around his cock. Blaine was close. Kurt started to push back to meet Blaine's thrusts, his head thrown back as he moaned loudly and came. Blaine's hips jerked forward one last time as he pulled Kurt back to his chest. Kurt stroked himself slowly as he softened. Blaine moaned as he held Kurt tight kissing his neck and ear. "You are so fucking hot when you get like this. God, Kurt. A lifetime of this is what I have to look forward to."

"Ditto Mr. Anderson." Kurt said sleepily as he started to collapse forward, being held up only by Blaine's arms. "That was perfect."

"We need to order or make our graduation announcements." Kurt was in a frenzy. "How did we forget them?"

Blaine leaned against the counter in the kitchen eating a cold piece of pizza. "Um... Maybe because we're so busy planning a wedding, packing to move, studying for exams and uhh.. planning a wedding."

"Thank God, Carole has been doing the guest responses." Kurt stopped and thought about it. "Where are we going to have a party or reception?"

"That's easy, at Burt's" Blaine responded clamly with a mouthful of pizza. Kurt slapped him on the shoulder. "Ow."

"That's for talking with your mouth full That's disgusting. So what is our plan? Make them or buy them."

"Make them. Definitely." Blaine nodded. "You better call Carole to see if it's okay to have the reception at their house."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Finn is graduating with us, if' you've forgotten."

"How could I forget?" Blaine laughed. "He can't stop talking about going to New York with Rachel. He's going to take some classes at a community college and apply again next year for college there."

"Really?"

"You don't even know what's going on with your own brother?"

Kurt thought about it. "I've been so busy. Have I been neglecting people?"

"Not really." Blaine paused to find the right words. "Rachel misses you. Maybe you should have the girls over one last time before graduating. Only a few more weeks left."

"But, we'll see her all the time in New York."

"I know. But we'll be busy and so will she." Blaine stepped toward Kurt. "Just invite them over. I'll spend the night at Burt's. Finn will be ecstatic. We'll do an Xbox allnighter like we used to."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Dude. We've got all night and Puck got us alcohol." Finn was dancing around the kitchen like an idiot. "You are such an easy target."

"What are you talking about?"

"Bachelor party baby!" Finn screamed and continued to dance around the kitchen like an idiot.

"We are so good at working the two of you. Rachel is throwing Kurt his bachelor party and we're throwing yours." Finn said this like he had a huge grand plan.

"Wait a minute. What are we doing?"

"Don't worry loverboy. We've got it all planned out." Finn knew this would be perfect for both boys. He was a good brother and Rachel was a good friend. They knew what would be fun for both boys without making them worried.

"Get dressed. We are going out." Rachel demanded with Tina, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana and Brittany flanked on either side.

"What do you mean we're going out." Kurt was so confused. "We're supposed to be having a girls night sleepover."

"Nope. Finn and the boys are throwing Blaine his bachelor party and we're throwing you your bachelor party." The girls were in his closet looking for the right outfit. "Girls. Clothes now."

"Are you serious?" Kurt still looked like he didn't believe them.

"Yes. We are going out to dinner. Then we have a limo that should be filled with alcoholic spirits compliments of Santana and Puck." Rachel looked like she was going to jump out of her skin. "You're going to have so much fun."

Kurt surrendered. He trusted his friends. He didn't, however, trust his brother to have things under control. They had dinner at Breadstix and to his embarrassment they had a special cake made in the shape of a penis. They made him eat the top off of the cake, icing and all. Breadstix was a safe zone because everyone knew Kurt and his father. They had so much fun at dinner that Kurt forgot about the limousine.

Once in the limousine, Santana took over. It was an Escalade limo suited for more than they had in it. Kurt was blindfolded by Brittany and they started to serve him drinks. They drove a long way from what Kurt could gather, but he was drunk at this point. "I better stop guys unless you want me to hurl."

"We're almost there." Santana responded.

"Almost where?"

"Just enjoy." Rachel whispered.

They stopped and Kurt could hear all the familiar voices that he'd spent the better part of the last three years with. "Hey guys. Hi Bro." Finn was clearly happy as they got in the escalade.

"Blaine?" Kurt said from under the blindfold.

Puck responded as Kurt felt Blaine's familiar body right next to him. "Kurt?"

"Hey baby." Kurt was giggling. "Did you know this was going on?"

"Nope."

"I'm fucking wasted." Kurt giggled again.

"Me too." Blaine laughed. "I'm going to kill these guys when I wake up in the morning."

"I'm going to be too hung over to do anything." Kurt was laughing uncontrollably. "Are we going to get in trouble?"

"Nope. Thank God Burt and your parent's helped us out here." Finn said. There would be no limo if not for them.

"Can you please take of the blindfolds off?" Blaine whined.

Puck laughed. "I wouldn't have guessed Blaine as the whiner."

"I'm not fucking whining." Blaine spat back.

Kurt giggled, "You are too. Blaine whines when he doesn't get what he wants, but usually it's me he whines about." Kurt laughed.

Finn looked at them. "Okay, let's take the blindfolds off. That was a way overshare."

Kurt kissed Blaine as soon as he could see him. "I knew it would work, baby." He slurred his words and giggled more.

"I'm so fucking horny." Blaine thought he whispered it, but everyone heard.

Kurt giggled. "Ssh..sh.. sh.. They'll hear you."

Finn deadpanned. "Too late."

Kurt and Blaine laughed as Kurt kissed Blaine forcefully again with tongue. He was really out of control at this point. "I wish we could fuck."

The girls laughed, but it was Mercedes that finally said something. "I think we might get some man sex in this vehicle." The boys worried the girls tried to picture it and most of the shrugged it off.

Kurt was the first to be out of control. He hand wandered to Blaine's crotch as they kissed more. He squeezed his cock over his jeans. Blaine moaned. "Fuck, I love you."

"Aww.. I love you too."

"Hey, hands off Romeo." Puck slapped Kurt's hand away from Blaine's crotch but realized too late that he kind of hit Blaine's dick by hitting Kurt's hand. Blaine bent over in pain. "Puck, you hit my dick."

Kurt leaned over with Blaine. "Maybe I should kiss it to make it feel better."

"Oh yeah baby. That would definitely work." Blaine giggled.

"Okay. That's it. I'm separating you if you can't keep your hands or mouths off of each other." Finn was starting to feel like he'd lost control. He sat between them. "Maybe this much alcohol wasn't good for you guys."

Kurt slurred out. "Not so. I feel pretty good and I feel like sucking my fiancé." Kurt laughed and leaned forward to see Blaine since Finn has planted himself between them. "You know I like sucking you off."

The girls were all laughing. "This is so fucking hot." Santana said.

"Santana, don't encourage them." Finn was pretty annoyed at how they couldn't control themselves. "Do either of you have an ounce of control?"

"Bah.. Why do we need to control it. We can have sex whenever we want. We're getting married and I like fucking Kurt. He's hot."

Finn was unable to control them. "You have such a potty mouth when you're drunk." He said to Blaine.

"I have a potty mouth all the time. I like saying fuck when we're in bed." Blaine may have been drunk, but he knew how to push Finns buttons all the same. "So where are we going so I can get this over with and get home to suck or fuck your brother. OR, suck and fuck your brother." Kurt laughed out loud enjoying how lewd Blaine was.

"Baby, your scaring Finn. You need to be quiet about our sex life. I think he's going to freak out." He paused and looked straight at Finn. "I'm holding you to the sucking and fucking thing though. I want all that and I promise you that I'm collecting tonight."

Mercedes finally took charge. "Listen up you two. We are going to go someplace and have a bunch of fun. Then you guys can go home and do whatever it is that you guys do in the privacy of your bedroom."

"Sometimes the family room." Blaine added.

"Or the kitchen." Kurt blurted out.

"The stairs."

"The shower." Kurt smiled. "I like the shower."

"OKAY! Enough guys. We're almost there." Finn yelled and shook his head in dismay.

"Where?"

"Oh my God Finn. You brought me to my brothers. Our brothers." Blaine had his arm around Kurt as they stumbled into the Warblers commons. "Jeff, Nick, Ethan. You guys are awesome."

"Nice Finn. They're already completely wasted." Nick hugged them both talking over their shoulders to Finn and company. "Let's get started."

"Ethan. Look at you. You got all big and growed up." Kurt slurred his words as he hugged Ethan.

Ethan laughed. He'd not seen them in a while and this was unexpected even though he knew it was bachelor party. "Yes I grew up." Ethan knew it wasn't worth arguing about.

"Bring it on guys." The Warblers had two shots set up for the boys with two chairs.

Jeff responded. "Get over here you guys. You need to sit in these chairs." The rest of the group sat down and grabbed beers compliments of Puck and Santana.

Santana was the first to speak up. "When is this going to happen fellas."

"They're here." Jeff laughed.

Kurt looked up. "Whose here?"

Jeff turned to them. "Just drink your shots. I think you'll like them. They're blow jobs."

Blaine smiled. "I like." He turned to Kurt.

"No hands guys. Nick, make sure they don't use their hands."

Both Kurt and Blaine were facing each other as they put their mouths around the drink and tipped their equal shots back drinking them up. "So now what?"

Jeff turned on the music. Through the doorway came two male strippers. They were dressed as warblers. Blaine was shocked. "Jeff, you've defiled the blazer." But then he looked at the guys. They weren't exactly his type, but they were hot nonetheless. "But I guess it's for a good cause. The girls ponied up ones for Kurt and the boys for Blaine. The men stripped their blazers and touched each other a little as they danced. They parted and danced in front of each of the men, gyrating their hips and ripping their pants off. If Blaine and Kurt weren't hard before, they kind of were now. After all, teenage boys with hormones could get hard when the wind blew the right way. They were feeding the guys dollars and all their friends were dancing around drinking while they stripped. Everyone, even the guys seemed to be enjoying this. The guys for a different reason. It was seeing Blaine and Kurt embarrassed that made it for them. Also, seeing the girls get all excited over the muscle bound men.

"I can't believe you got us strippers." Blaine laughed.

"Consider it your special Warbler send off. We supplied the strippers and the New Directions supplied the frosty beverages."

After the strippers left, they all sat around the room talking with the music playing in the background. It was seeming to wind down, though Blaine and Kurt were kept with full beverages the entire night. "It's three o'clock guys. We need to load up and get back." Finn said. "It'll be around five o'clock when we get home."

Kurt had passed out and Blaine wasn't far off. Finn carried Kurt to the limo as Puck and Sam helped Blaine stumble there.

Kurt heard a groan from the other side of the bed. The bed seemed to be spinning. He opened his eyes but quickly closed them. "I'm dying, Blaine. Help me."

"I can't." Blaine groaned again. "I've been throwing up for hours. I think I have alcohol poisoning."

"I can't move baby."

Blaine rolled over and draped an arm around Kurt's waist. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I'm still sorry." Blaine scooted closer and pulled Kurt into a gentle embrace. "I feel like hell too."

"We need to shower. If I recall, some strippers dripped sweat all over us."

"I recall as well."

There was a knock at the door that cause them both to prop themselves up in the bed. "Is someone there?" Kurt answered.

"I have breakfast for you guys if you're decent." Finn responded.

"Come on in Finn." Kurt groaned before he laid back down. Finn entered carrying a tray of food. The smell caused Kurt's stomach to turn. He hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Blaine and Finn could hear Kurt throwing up in the toilet.

"Should you go check on him?" Finn asked.

"I don't think I can. I've been hurling all night. How much did you guys give us?" Blaine covered his eyes from the light.

"Obviously too much." Finn laughed as Kurt reappeared in the room. He was completely disheveled with his hair turned every which way. His usual erect posture was droopy. "You look.." Kurt gave him an evil look. "Great! You look great."

Kurt padded to the bed and dropped back down. "I'm going to lie down until the wedding. Just get me an intravenous drip and I'll be okay."

"No can do, bro. I promised mom and dad that you'd go to dinner with us tonight. Family dinner at home. We haven't been able to do it as much. Plus, mom has all the responses and thought you guys could work on a seating chart while we watched some TV."

"Okay. Fine Finn." Kurt closed his eyes. "Wait a minute. Why are you here?"

"I stayed to make sure you guys were okay. You passed out and Blaine barely walked with help from Puck and Sam." Finn laid the tray with toast and coffee down on the bed. "Eat this and see how you feel."

"How could you let them get that bad Finn?" Burt barked when he saw the condition of the boys.

"But dad, they only get one bachelor party. That's it for them. We had to make it memorable." Finn whined his response.

Kurt laughed. "Epic fail on that, Finn. I can't remember a thing."

Blaine looked up from his barely eaten plate of food. "Can't remember anything except..." He paused because he wasn't sure he should even mention it.

Kurt smiled at Blaine. "Yeah. I know what you're talking about."

Finn laughed. "You should have seen you guys."

Burt stared from Blaine to Kurt to Finn. "What?"

"Nothing dad." Kurt brushed it off and changed the subject quickly. "So what's the grand total mom." Kurt still felt a little uncomfortable calling her that, but tried to call her that when he really thought about it.

Carole always beamed when he called her mom. She felt like she did something right when she got the honor from Kurt. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"What's the damage?" Burt asked.

"Eight hundred eighty-two."

"Eight hundred and eighty-two guests?" Kurt choked his food down. "Holy Shit."

"KURT!" Burt warned. "Language."

"But dad. Really?" Kurt turned back to Carole. "How many total declines?"

"Well, only about thirty people declined. We didn't hear back from four, but we'll be prepared if they show up."

"How the hell do we even do a seating chart for this?" Kurt was freaking out a little.

"Kurt, language." Burt said again. "I've never heard so many swear words from your mouth."

Finn chuckled. "You should've been there last night."

"Enough Finn." Kurt rolled his eyes at Finn.

"Blaine, you're awfully quiet." Burt questioned.

"I think I'm still recovering. I don't think I'm ever going to drink that much in my life again." He rested his head on his palm, elbows on the table to support him.

"I hope you've both learned your lesson."

Kurt responded emphatically. "Definitely."

Dinner continued on with Kurt bringing up Graduation. "So, Blaine and I were thinking we could have our graduation party here with Finn." He swallowed some food. "What do you think?" He looked around the table for acknowledgement.

Carole rose from the table and Kurt was very confused. "Well, honey. I already thought about that and I know how busy you were so I took it upon myself to order these." She handed him a piece of cardstock. On the paper it said,

Join us in congratulating our sons, Finn Hudson, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson.

Open House on June 2nd 4-8PM to celebrate the newly graduated.

Burt and Carole Hummel, 23 Brighton Ave.

Kurt's smile was ear to ear as he showed Blaine who was clearly moved to be considered a son and included in the celebration. It had a one picture of each of them on the card. "It's perfect mom."

Blaine stood up and wrapped his arms around Carole. He whispered in her ear. "I'm so lucky to have you as a mom too." Carole hugged him back as tears rolled down her cheeks.