Chapter 90 - Preparations

"I can't believe this." Kurt said in complete surprise. By the time they got to the stadium, the dining area was already set up and the designers were dressing the tables. "It looks better than I thought it would."

"Are you happy with what we've done with your ideas, Mr. Hummel?" One of the designers asked.

Kurt thought for a second to correct her, but realized that the little ceremony was his to keep. It was his and Blaine's to keep forever. "It's even better than what I imagined."

She smiled. "It's the vision you put in my head when you talked about this room in detail when you called me."

Blaine walked in from the hall with Jack and Ellen. His face lit up when he saw the room. "This is gorgeous." He glanced around the entire room and reached out to trace the linens on the table she was dressing. "The blue is perfect."

"Wait until we add the red ribbon trim." She started to walk away. "Oh. You should go outside. The tents should be going up as we speak."

Kurt's smile was huge and plastered on his face. Blaine knew that look. Kurt was happy. "Blaine? You're staring."

Blaine didn't even realize that he was staring. "Sorry. You just look so happy."

Kurt smiled back at Blaine and stepped into his husband wrapping his arms around his neck, hugging him close and kissing the side of his head. "I am so happy", he whispered in Blaine's ear. When he pushed back from Blaine he looked him in the eye. "You've made me so happy. I love you so much." Kurt leaned in to kiss him.

"Okay boys. You have a lifetime of that, not to mention you're leaving on your honeymoon in a matter of days." Jack laughed at the two of them. His eyes were loving. He was definitely happy for his grandson and his new husband. "Ellen, grab the boys before we're stuck here."

Ellen giggled. "Come on boys." She waved for them to follow as they all headed toward the door. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him toward the door.

The tent was already up and stacks of chairs and tables were stacked around the tent. Kurt was in awe. The tent was huge and the stacks of chairs monstrous. Could we actually fill all those chairs? Kurt thought to himself. Blaine stepped up behind Kurt wrapping his arms around Kurt's chest and resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. He was the perfect height. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's huge too. I can't believe how big it is. I don't think I've ever seen a tent this big."

"In your pants." Blaine cheekily responded.

Kurt slapped Blaine's arm before reaching to his face running his hand down the side caressing his cheek. He felt Blaine shiver to the touch. "Sshhh. Someone will hear you." Kurt felt the heat rising in his cheeks because his husband could just stand there and innocently say anything about his dick and size. They were in public for God's sake. What was he going to do if he started really creating his own little tent in his pants? As he thought about it he was starting to get hard.

"I don't give a fuck." Blaine squeezed Kurt tighter. "I want to fuck you right now." Blaine's voice was husky and thick with sex.

Kurt could feel his face burn. He knew he was blushing. "Shut up" he whispered to Blaine.

"Why? It's true." Blaine seemed to have knack for being dirty and looking like and innocent boy. No make that man.

"Do you really need to ask why?" Kurt's eyes pointed Blaine south. Blaine knew what was happening. He pressed his hips forward against Kurt's ass so he could feel how excited he was apparently getting.

"Okay. We both need to calm down. Let's focus on the event planner. Or maybe we need to focus on plans. Anything to get my mind off of..."

Blaine cut him off by nudging his half hard cock forward against the tight curve of Kurt's ass. "I need you right now."

Kurt gulped. This was so unprofessional, but Blaine was so hot and the idea of him getting hard right here and right now was so exciting to Kurt. Blaine was hot for him and they were married. They could fuck whenever they wanted to, not that they didn't already. Plenty. But, here in the stadium was a mystery. Kurt didn't even know where everything was, let alone be able to find a place that they could really be alone in. "I wish there was someplace."

"Lucky for you, I know the owner's, which means I also know of someplace." Blaine glanced up at his grandparents having a discussion with the tent company. He wanted to make sure they weren't tearing up the field or something like that. Who cared? He didn't right at this moment. What he cared about was getting his dick up Kurt's tight hot ass tight now. Enough until they got alone. "Granddad. We'll be right back. We're going to use the bathroom in your suite, okay?"

Jack was in what looked like it was going to be a long conversation with the groundskeepers at the stadium and the tent company trying to figure something out. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and they swiftly left the field. They headed to a hall past the locker rooms and to the elevators that brought them several levels up to where Kurt now knew was the owner's suite. In the elevator, Blaine crashed Kurt against the wall and kissed him hard and long. His hand drifted to Kurt's crotch where he cupped Kurt's balls. Kurt had to turn his head away to breathe. He was reeling from the feel of Blaine's hand finally touching him.

What was wrong with him? It was like he craved Blaine's touch more and more. Blaine became Kurt's personal oasis. One that he wanted to drink in until his thirst was quenched. "I love when you touch me Blaine." He breathed heavily as Blaine's hand rubbed the length of his hard cock. Then it was over as soon as it began and Kurt groaned in frustration. There was a ding and the doors opened.

"We're almost there baby." They had been there many months ago and Kurt knew he'd never remember how to get there without one of those ushers that showed you how to get to your seat.

Kurt barely heard Blaine speak, let alone realize that they were in the owners' office suite. His senses did, however, let him register that they were alone and the click of the lock meant that they were alone with no interruptions.

Blaine was thankful that Kurt was in a jacket and tee shirt today because he tore the jacket off as soon as he turned around after clicking the lock to the door. The tee shirt came off in the next second and he threw them over toward the couch that sat on the left wall. He dropped to his knees unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt's pants pushing them down his hips releasing his cock. Blaine wasted no time licking the length of his cock and taking him in his mouth sucking hard and pressing his tongue the length of his cock. Kurt moaned thankfully. Blaine stood pressing Kurt back until his knees hit the couch and he fell into the couch.

He dropped back to his knees to suck Kurt's cock fingers found their way into Blaine's hair. His fingertips scratched Blaine's scalp and tugged with every lick. Kurt leaned down and pulled Blaine's tee shirt over his head and tugged him up by his shoulders. Blaine was hovering over Kurt kissing him as Kurt's hands moved skillfully to unbutton and unzip Blaine's pants pushing them down. Blaine smiled at him and kicked his pants aside. He pulled Kurt up so that he could push Kurt's pants completely off.

Kurt kicked them off and pushed Blaine down hard on the couch. Blaine didn't expect it and grinned happily at his husband above him, cock hard and standing out. He straddled Blaine and commanded his mouth. Blaine moaned. His hand trailed down Kurt's spine to his crack as he trailed a finger to his hole, rubbing gently causing Kurt to rock gently in his lap. "Lube, Kurt."

"Fuck." Kurt left his messenger in the dining hall when they got there.

"S'okay." Blaine mumbled thickly. He picked Kurt up and flipped them over. He pulled Kurt's ass to the edge of the couch, placing his legs on his shoulders and licked over his puckered hole. His other hand reached around to fist Kurt's cock as he took care of his husband. It turned him on to no end when his tongue breached the rim and he was fucking Kurt with his tongue. Kurt was whining wantonly as Blaine licked from his hole up the length of his cock and then moved to his nipples licking and biting gently.

Blaine stopped suddenly staring into Kurt's eyes. As if with recognition, Kurt opened his mouth just as Blaine's finger touched his lips. Kurt sucked his finger in swirling his tongue around it. Blaine's eyes closed just a second at the feel of his tongue. "Get it nice and wet." Blaine said when he finally spoke.

Kurt continued to suck while Blaine moved back down to suck Kurt's cock. Kurt was close and Blaine knew just a little more would push him over the edge. He moved his saliva soaked finger to Kurt's hole pushing in repeatedly before really looking for the bundle of nerves he knew would send Kurt over the edge quickly. His head bobbed as he sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks. He crooked his finger just right reaching to the spot that he knew well. He knew his husband's body better than his own now.

It wasn't more than a minute until Kurt curled in on him, his hands clutching Blaine's curls as he came long and hard in Blaine's mouth. He sucked it until Kurt was dry reveling in the taste. He was perfect. His taste was perfect.

After the haze of coming was done, Kurt realized Blaine was still tugging his own cock, ready to come. He was sitting on the end of the couch, eyes closed. Kurt wasted no time bending down and gently removing Blaine's hand and swiftly grabbing Blaine's ass from under his thighs to take him in his mouth. He relaxed his throat taking Blaine in completely, sucking hard and bobbing his head quickly. Blaine moaned eagerly, as he came very quickly. Kurt swallowed all that he offered and with a wipe to his chin, settled down on Blaine's chest that was still rising and falling rapidly. He kissed him gently on the chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Thank you."

"You never have to thank me. It's always a pleasure to know that I can bring you pleasure. I just wish I had started sooner."

Blaine chuckled. "You really weren't in any condition to start sooner."

"No I wasn't and that's because you keep taking control of me. I can't be expected to control myself when you get me so turned on." He lifted his head to see Blaine. "It wouldn't kill you to let me take care of you first sometimes."

"But, you were so hot and ready for it. Trust me, I get lots of pleasure from seeing you come."

"Fine. But, we're going to talk about this later." Kurt warned teasingly. "Right now, we need to get our butts back down to the field for the set up."

"How's it looking boys?" Jack asked from near the other side of the tent. Since they were gone, the aisle was put down. The runners wouldn't be added until the day of the ceremony.

"It looks great Jack." They made their way to him. "I can't believe how big this tent is. I don't think I've ever seen a tent this big before."

"Wait until we add chairs to this set up." Jack said something to one of the workers and turned back to us. "They're going to start the chairs now. Why don't you head down to the end zone? You can watch them raise the tent for the hors d'oeuvres. It's really interesting."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. Let's go honey." He reached out for Blaine's hand and tugged him toward the end zone.

They watched the tent go up. "Is it what you thought it would be?"

Kurt giggled. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined. I admit the venue wasn't what I ever dreamed of for a wedding, but now that it's done, I can't believe how perfect everything is coming together."

"Mr. Hummel and Mr. Anderson, how do you think things are going?" The event planner asked.

Blaine was first to speak. "I was just asking Kurt, how he felt about it and he is thrilled. If he's thrilled, so am I."

"Now, all the linens are here for the outside, but we won't be dressing the chairs until tomorrow. The florist has contacted us and they will be last to come in. They want to make sure that they can seat all the flowers so they don't fly away if there is a wind gust. The ice sculpture will be here at the very last minute so that it doesn't melt before cocktail hour is over."

Kurt was stunned at how well planned everything was. "Fine. Thank you."

"The photographer is actually on his way in and would like to speak with both of you today. I think he needs to understand where everything is happening and what pictures you expect. If it's okay I would like to tag along in case there are questions on timing and set up."

"That would be fine."

She turned to Blaine. "You're grandmother and grandfather thought it would be a nice touch to add a few bar height tables around the tent for people to set food on while they mingle. Are you both okay with that?"

"I wish we'd have thought of it." Blaine responded.

"Do you have linens to match everything?"

"Yes, we ordered them as soon as she requested the tables. She contacted the florist from what I understand, so flowers will match the rest of the wedding." She waited for understanding. "So, I'll be back when the photographer gets here."

"Sounds good." Kurt watched her walk away, and then turned to Blaine. "Did I do okay?" He looked at Blaine with questioning eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Did I answer the right way?"

"Kurt, there is no right way. There's only your way." Blaine brought a hand to Kurt's cheek and rubbed his thumb across it.

"I know." Kurt looked down.

"Do you really?"

"I guess. I still feel like I need to talk and act in a certain way." The corner of his mouth turned up just a little. "You know, to not embarrass anyone."

"Kurt, we've been over this. Just be yourself and be respectful of others. Well, until it's time to not be respectful, of course." Blaine held his face so that he couldn't turn away. "Anyway, you're already an Anderson remember? There's no taking it back now."

"And you're already a Hummel, though being a Hummel is a little easier." Kurt was very matter of fact about being a Hummel. He understood what that was all about.

"I think it's harder. Your dad always has people watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake. I don't want to ruin anything for him." Blaine was honest, though he knew that Burt would never make him feel bad about anything he did.

"It's an awful feeling to feel like you've let someone down." Kurt finally admitted.

"It is, so let's not think about it anymore. Everyone makes mistakes and I know we'll make some mistakes along the way, but we are Hummel-Anderson's now and there's no turning back." Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt gently on the cheek.

"You're right. I'm just going to be me."

"I wouldn't want you any other way, my husband." Blaine glowed at being able to say that.

They stood there, arm in arm, in the end zone staring up at the stands and everything around them. Somehow they both knew it would be monumental.

"I want to be able to get a picture when you say your vows. I'll be back further but my lens will capture it, I promise." The photographer explained.

"I want to make sure you get pictures of the rings." Kurt added.

"I'll get them before the ceremony. I have an idea for the picture. I'll just need both best men to be present."

"Well, we actually both have two. I have a Maid of Honor and Best Man, Blaine has two Best Men." Kurt clarified.

"Who'll be holding the rings?"

Kurt responded confidently, "Finn for Blaine and Puck for me."

"What are the other two doing?"

"They will both be doing a little speech thing." Kurt smiled wearily. "I hope they both don't embarrass us."

"Kurt you know they won't. Remember how good the engagement video was?" Blaine assured him. "They'll both be the classy people we know they are."

"Okay, so yeah. They'll speak because, honestly, Finn and Puck are both too big of idiots to say anything coherent enough to make any sense to everyone here." Kurt laughed about it. "Puck and Finn were similar to two peas in a pod.

"Then we will be taking the wedding party to a few places within the stadium for pictures. Don't be scared, but there's an awesome spot on one of the levels that makes it look like you are way up in the sky. I want the whole wedding party there and a few places in the grassy area, the stands and then there a few areas, like the fencing at the entrance and in front of the stadium that make super shots. You would never guess how beautiful they are. I think you think stadium and think ugly and cement, but trust me on this guys." The photographer came highly recommended so they weren't worried in the least.

"We completely trust you to do a fantastic job." Kurt assured him.

"Thank you Mr. Hummel." He took a few more notes. "I'll see you both tomorrow to do your single shots. Mr. Anderson, you're first and then Mr. Hummel. Make sure all of your bridesmaids and groomsmen are here."

"We'll be ready." Kurt responded. The photographer turned and left. "Wow. I'm starting to feel the pressure now."

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug. "No pressure baby. We're already married. This is all gravy."

Kurt kissed him on the lips hard before pulling away before pressing his forehead to Kurt's. "You're right. I'm ready for it."