Chapter 89 - First Night

"I'm carrying you over the threshold." Blaine insisted.

"It's stupid Blaine. You're not doing that. Neither one of us is the bride." Kurt complained, though deep down inside he wanted it. He wanted the entire fairytale. The limousine they were sitting in was part of the fairytale.

"You can't fool me. I know you too well." Blaine eyed him suspiciously. "What's up?"

He hesitated for a moment before choosing his words. "I don't know. Is it silly?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow hoping to hear the answer he wanted to hear from his, now, husband. "I'm not a girl, however, I must admit, between the two of us, I'm definitely the more effeminate, but I don't know..." He rambled in nervousness.

"You're a guy. Trust me. I wouldn't love you if you weren't." Blaine squeezed his hand tightly, knowingly.

"You're a guy too, Blaine. You know I like to bottom, I'm more girly, I can be honest with myself." Kurt was matter of fact as he said all of this. Kurt never had a problem with his likes and dislikes. It was always a part of him. Blaine knew what he was getting. It hurt Blaine to think that Kurt was putting himself down. "I'm just me, I guess."

"I'm more into the guys stuff, but I'm also into you. I like guys, Kurt. I like cock. Cock turns me on. I'm a gay guy that really likes your cock." Kurt slapped him gently with a giggle. Blaine was serious but in a joking way. He wanted Kurt to be happy. "Don't forget, I bottom too. I prefer to top and you prefer to bottom. There's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with us." Blaine kissed Kurt temple. "Now please stop overthinking things. We will never fit a stereotype. We're who we want to be, no questions asked. I love you. We're married and we work. I'm hot for you and you're hot for me. Do I need to go on or are you good?"

"You're right." Kurt finally smiled. "I don't care what everyone else thinks or says. So, I'm not being silly?"

"No, you're not being silly. I don't care what you think either way. I'm doing this because I know deep down in your heart and in your dreams you want to be carried over the threshold before we make mad passionate sex. I don't care what's going through your head." They sat in a comfortable silence in the limousine, but Blaine, though silent, couldn't sit still for one second. He was too excited about tonight.

"What hotel?" Kurt finally asked.

"The Renaissance. It's where everyone's staying for the wedding. We have the Honeymoon Suite until we leave for Paris." Blaine glanced out the window to see that they were almost there. "Almost there. Get ready."

"You're like a kid. You can barely sit still." Kurt snaked an arm under Blaine's blazer to rub his lower back very gently in an attempt to calm him.

Blaine was jumping out of his skin. He was giddy and awake. "We're married. I'd hoped that you'd be as excited about this as me." Blaine worried. "You are happy, right?"

"N-no. I mean yes. I'm so happy. The wedding was what I always dreamed of." Kurt responded. He didn't realize that he never said anything. He wrapped his arms around Blaine. "I can't believe you did all that for me."

"You know I'd do anything for you."

"That was probably the most romantic thing you've ever done for me." Kurt kissed him gently.

"You think?"

Kurt thought about it tapping his finger on his chin, "Yes, but I think it might be tied as most romantic with the proposal." Kurt giggled. "I don't think I could love you more than I do right now."

"Good thing, because I know that I love you just as much. I just want you to be happy all the time." Blaine still sensed something under Kurt's tone.

They got to the Honeymoon Suite. Kurt's eyes were so full of wonder when he looked at Blaine. "I'm picking you up right now." Blaine announced as he reached down to scoop him up. "You need to get the door my husband."

Kurt giggled. "Got it!" They entered to a candlelit table with strawberries and champagne chilling. Kurt's eyes were watery. "This is perfect." He said, voice thick and choked up. He stared out the expansive window in the lounge room. "This is everything...." He trailed off. Blaine finally put him down and took his hand as they walk to the wall of windows. Kurt turned to Blaine taking both of Blaine's hands in his. "I'm sorry about the ride here. I guess I overthink too many things. This was the most perfect day. You planned the most perfect wedding. It was better than anything I've ever dreamed about. I got to marry you in the most perfect wedding ceremony with our closest friends and family present." Kurt leaned in so he could share Blaine's air. He could see the tears in his husband's eyes. "You're beautiful Blaine. You're beautiful, perfect and I love you so much. I can't wait for the future. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives."

"You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say you're happy." Blaine kissed Kurt gently on the lips before continuing. "You really worried me in the limo. I was worried.."

Kurt silences Blaine with one index finger to his lip. "Shhh.. I love you so much. You've made me the happiest man on earth. You know how?" Blaine remained silent because the question posed was clearly rhetorical. "By loving me so much to understand how worried I was about the wedding. You know me better than anyone else Blaine. You gave me the best gift I could ever receive. You gave me you." Kurt stuttered the next sentence out. "It scares me sometimes how much I depend on you, you know?"

"You don't depend on me." Blaine found the culprit of the strange silences from Kurt.

"I do. It's okay to admit it. I worry what I'd do if we were ever apart for a long time." Kurt wasn't thinking that it would happen, he was just stating fact.

"Luckily, we won't have to find out. We're going to New York together. We're starting school. It'll be perfect." Blaine beamed. "Perfect... me and you. Nothing to ever worry about."

Kurt leaned in for a real kiss this time. This time his tongue ventured out licking Blaine's lower lip and then venturing inside to taste every bit of Blaine's mouth. Blaine groaned as his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist to pull him closer. He wanted so much with Kurt. He would always want him. That's when he felt the wetness against his cheek. He pulled away to see tears falling down Kurt's face. "What's wrong?" He swiped at the tears with his fingers. He couldn't wipe them fast enough as they continued to tumble down the alabaster skin of his face. "Baby?"

"These are tears of happiness. I'm so happy Blaine. I think I'm trembling from the excitement and happiness. I don't think I can stop." Kurt was now laughing and crying. Blaine pulled him into a hug and caressed his back. This is what he wanted from Kurt. He wanted to know that everything was as it should be. He shushed Kurt gently before snaking his hands up and pulling the sleeves of Kurt's blazer off of his arms.

"Let's get out of these clothes." Blaine urged him toward the bedroom. When the French doors to the bedroom opened, Kurt gasped in utter amazement. The bed was covered in rose petals and there were slippers and robes hanging over the ottoman at the end of the bed. Blaine smiled. "Just like I requested. Can I interest you in robes and slippers to go with your champagne and roses, Mr. Hummel-Anderson?"

He held out his hand in formal style. "You may Mr. Hummel-Anderson."

They undressed each other slowly each planting purposeful kisses on the expanse of skin that was revealed with the removal of each piece of clothing. When they got to their briefs, Blaine knew they needed to stop. Tonight was going to be special for them. "Let's get some champagne and relax. I have another surprise." Together they retrieved the champagne and strawberries and Kurt followed Blaine into the bathroom where there was a large raised whirlpool tub. "Bath? I have bath salts, and vanilla and lavender candles. We are going to relax."

"That's sounds wonderful." Kurt gushed as Blaine opened the champagne and poured them glasses.

"To us. The Hummel-Andersons." Blaine raised his glass and Kurt matched it until Blaine clinked them together, the sound of the crystal ringing in the bathroom.

Kurt smiled. "To Blaine and Kurt." The sipped their glasses.

Blaine handed him his glass. "Hold this. I've got to get the candles and the water started if we're going to get in the bath." Blaine returned quickly to find Kurt putting down the champagne glasses near the tub and starting the water. Blaine handed him the bath salts that smelled wonderful. He had with him about ten candles that he started putting down around the tub and lit them as he went.

"It's starting to smell really good in here." Kurt clapped his hands with excitement. "I'm really looking forward to this. Did you know there were jets in the tub?"

"Yep. It'll be very relaxing. I'm glad we're doing this. I've been so stressed out." Blaine admitted. "I was nervous about the wedding tonight. I wanted it to be perfect and I think I worked myself up so much that I need this to relax."

Kurt turned around to wrap his arms around Blaine. "I can think of so many ways to relax you, baby." He whispered seductively into Blaine ear.

"Really?" Blaine heart started to speed up and his cock responded to the tickling ghost of a voice in his ear.

"Yes, but first I want you to know that even if it didn't go as planned, it still would've been perfect because it was you that I was marrying." Kurt kept eye contact. He needed Blaine to know that he was everything and nothing in the world would change that. Just when he knew that Blaine understood, he was being scooped up. Blaine's now hard cock grazed his ass as he was carried up the few little steps and put down in the tub. When he looked down, Blaine was erect, his cock as hard as Kurt had ever seen it. "Well, I see my husband is a little worked up. I promise to give you the most relaxing bath you've ever had."

Blaine smirked. His husband was snarky and he loved it. Someday he would really love to role play. Blaine wanted to try it. This Kurt was the in control Kurt and he liked it. His cock twitched with anticipation as they both settled into the warm water of the tub. Kurt pressed the button turning on the jets in the tub. The water started to move and bubbles were making it to the surface. Blaine leaned back into one side of the large Honeymoon Suite tub. His head lay back as he relaxed his shoulders. It wasn't but a second before Kurt's hands stroked the entire length of his cock. Kurt was please as he saw Blaine arch his back into his touch. He licked at Blaine nipples and bit down gently. Blaine moaned. "God Kurt, that feels so good."

Kurt continued to stroke the full length of Blaine's cock slowly and purposefully. Blaine had been stressed out. He was ready to draw out Blaine's release so that it would be even that much more satisfying when he finally came. "Relax. Just lie back and I'll take care of you." Kurt continued putting the tiniest bit of pressure on the vein that ran the length of Blaine's cock and finishing with his thumb circling his head gently, teasingly and achingly slow.

Blaine moaned with his eyes shut and head tipped back. The smell of the room was intoxicating. It was romance and sex all wrapped up into one delicious scene. Blaine was gone. Kurt could tell, so it was time. It was time for him to wrap his mouth around that gorgeous cock that now officially belonged to him. Kurt positioned himself between Blaine legs. He cupped Blaine's ass in his hands and lifted him just high enough to be able to suck his cock without drowning. He lowered his mouth and sucked on the head of Blaine's cock lifting off a few times with a popping noise, before lowering down on his cock until his nose was buried in Blaine's wet pubic hair. He sucked hard pressing his tongue on the prominent vein as he raised and lowered his head repeatedly. "Fuck!" Blaine yelled.

Kurt smiled around Blaine's cock, satisfied that this was just what Blaine needed. He went to work varying the angle of his head sucking and fisting the shaft with his hand. Blaine mumbled non sensicle words. He was totally lost in the sensation of Kurt's mouth on him. Kurt moaned as he felt Blaine's legs stiffen a little around him. He knew Blaine was close and he was right. Blaine came in the next second, toes curling and back arching. He tasted the familiar taste of Blaine in his mouth. He sucked Blaine through his orgasm until he finally released Blaine's ass.

Blaine sunk down into the tub, bubbles still forming as he came down from his orgasmic high. "You were.. that was.."

Kurt cut him off. "Shush. You're still in the post orgasmic haze. You can tell me how good I was later." He smirked as he laid down between Blaine's legs resting gently on his shoulder as he kissed Blaine razor stubbly face gently. Blaine finally opened his eyes. "Are you back?"

Blaine smiled still blissed out. "I'm back. Thank you. That was.."

"Awesome, I know." Kurt smiled knowingly. "Are you glad you married me?"

"I am." Blaine settled back into the tub kissing Kurt's head and wrapping an arm around him.

"I could tell how stressed you were. You were so hyper in the limo on the way here. You couldn't sit still."

"I know. I think it was the final release of endorphins from the wedding going off without a hitch. I would like to think it was perfect, if I do say so myself."

"I told you it was." Kurt sighed. "I can't believe we're married already. Are we a farce since we got married and now our guests won't witness the real thing?"

Blaine groaned. "Can you ever stop worrying about other people? You are the most important person, Kurt. Just you and me." Kurt smiled, eyes twinkling with a smile. When Blaine knew Kurt stopped his ridiculous talk, his hand wandered between Kurt's legs to find his half hard cock. "So let's say I have to go at it."

Kurt's eyes closed as he felt the squeeze of Blaine's fist stroking up and down his now hardening cock. "I'm all yours."

Blaine found himself in the same position as Kurt was in just a bit ago, settled between his legs ass in his hands and cock in mouth. He smiled. Things were perfect.

"The sun. Why is the sun in my eyes." Kurt groaned. He pulled a pillow over his face.

Blaine pushed himself up on his elbows to look around. He groaned from the brightness. "Because it's morning." He dropped himself back down and rubbed his fists into his eyes and then propped himself on his hands looking around the room. "Shit." He said in disbelief.

Kurt groaned again but sat up anyway rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. There were pillows and cushions all over the floor, about ten plates of half eaten food, a few half wine bottles of different kinds, another bottle of champagne and a chocolate fountain. "Holy shit." He turned to Blaine. "Did we order all of that?"

Blaine tilted his head side to side really thinking. He thought for about a minute. "I kind of remember the wine." He groaned and dropped himself back down.

Kurt laid back down and turned into Blaine. "I'm glad you remember the wine."

Blaine giggled. "You would be happy about that. What about all the rest of the stuff."

Kurt's eyes stayed closed. "I'm happy about the wine because at least that explains why I can't remember anything else." He paused as if trying to remember. "Oh, except." Kurt pulled up the covers and nodded. "I remember the chocolate fountain now."

Blaine crossed his elbow over his eyes. "Oh my God. We didn't."

"Sorry, we did." Kurt settled down again as if to contently doze off.

"Baby, I'm sorry I don't remember fucking you last night. I hope we did. It was our first honeymoon night and I would hate to think we sucked each other off with Chocolate dipped dicks and then fell asleep."

"We fucked." Kurt still didn't lift his head. He remained calm and tired.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Positive."

Blaine groaned yet again. "That sucks. I can't remember if I was good."

Kurt finally laughed, his head rising with each laugh. "You're always good. Trust me. My ass is sore. You must have spanked me hard."

Blaine rolled into Kurt so that they were nose to nose. "I'm sorry we drank too much."

"I'm not. We can have sex whenever we want. We're married. We don't however get to drink much and I think I know why we shouldn't." Blaine smiled with his lips grazing Kurt's lips. "Now, I'm going to brush my teeth so I can kiss you. Really kiss you."

"Wait! Take me with you." They were both hanging really badly. Kurt pulled Blaine up both ignoring morning wood. Blaine's eyes were still have closed. "Kurt, we need to do something about the sunlight."

"Sadly, my husband, unless you know mother nature, we are completely out of luck with that request." They brushed their teeth still half asleep.

Blaine was starting to gain some of his senses back. His head was still pounding, but he looked down to see Kurt's bruised ass. "Ohmmmygaaawdd!" He spit the toothpaste out.

Kurt glanced where Blaine was looking. "Um, wow." He rubbed the bruises thinking that they were perhaps not really so big. Unsurprised that they were real, Kurt turned back to brushing.

Blaine rinsed quickly and grabbed some of Kurt's lotion and squirted it in his hands. He rubbed it together and started to smooth the lotion on Kurt's ass very, very gently. Kurt spit and rinsed. He walked Blaine tenderly rub the lotion in trying not to hurt him and he smiled. "I hurt you." Blaine had tears I his eyes. "I would never-"

"Shhh." Kurt took Blaine's face in his palms. "It wasn't you. I vaguely remember telling you to spank me harder."

"It still doesn't make all of this okay." The guilt was eating him and Kurt know it.

"It doesn't hurt and it's not the first time I've had bruises on my ass. Now put away the puppy dog sad eyes and let's get back in bed. We're on our honeymoon and we don't have to do anything for three more hours."

"I can think of things to do." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows. "That don't include harming your beautiful ass any further, if you know what I mean."

Ten minutes later, Kurt was on his stomach and Blaine's tongue was lapping up whipped cream, that had accompanied the chocolate fountain, off of Kurt's ass. He squirted down Kurt's ass crack and parted his butt cheeks to top off Kurt's puckered entrance where his tongue licked all the way up his crack. Kurt moaned into the pillow he buried his head into. "That feels.. ungh.. fuck Blaine. You have the most talented tongue."

Blaine chuckled but then began fucking him with his tongue. Blaine wanted Kurt to feel good. He harbored his guilt and his penance was making Kurt come. He fingered Kurt pressing purposefully on his prostate making sure to massage it just the way Kurt liked and before he knew it, Kurt was thrusting into the bed coming. Blaine covered Kurt's body with his kissing the side of his neck and his head lovingly. "Love you, baby."

"-uv oo." Kurt's haze after coming was combined with his lack of sleep and hangover.

"Sleep, my husband." Blaine reached over to his iPhone and set the alarm for noon. Ignoring his raging hard on, he curled into Kurt to sleep off his hangover. They were expected at the stadium for set up at two o'clock and didn't want to be late. The, now second most important day, was set to go off as planned. They needed to be there on time.