Chapter 5

"This is amazing." Mike yelled from the terrace. "This is your grandfather's place?"

"Yeah. Why do you think we wanted to honeymoon here?" Blaine handed him a pop. "We don't really drink a lot. We tend to do stupid things when we drink, so it's better we try to stick to non-alcoholic."

"No, that's fine with me. I understand about the stupid things when you're drunk. I do that a lot." Mike paused causing an awkward silence. "So, um, married. Why'd you guys decide to get married so young?"

"That's a fair question. I just knew Kurt was the guy for me. Everything we've been through proved that we need to be together. We always come out better than we were before. He's really perfect for me. We complement each other. So, I knew and he knew and I proposed and he said yes." Blaine blushed at the rambling he seemed to do whenever it came to his and Kurt's relationship. "Sorry to ramble on. I'm just pretty passionate about us, I guess."

"No, that cool."

"So. How do you like Columbia and why the sketching in France?" Blaine really wanted to know why he did this.

"My parent's do okay. Nothing close to your family though. Geez, this is.. well it's amazing." He looked away a little embarrassed by his statements. "I can work in the summer or stay in the city, but they have friends here so I come here to do the sketching. It gets my mind off of the pressures of school and gives me time to do something I really enjoy and make a little money doing it."

Kurt appeared from the doorway. "You're really good, you know. You could probably do it for a living."

"There's no living in that. At least not for me." Mike seemed deflated at that. "When you get into Columbia, you are expected to be something. Something great. Neither of my parents were good enough to get in, so they're living through me a little."

"I'm sorry." Kurt put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "You should be able to do what you feel passionate about. For me it's designing. I design in my sleep."

"Honey, you design everywhere. You doodle little things on any piece of paper you can." Blaine was proud. "And, you're amazing." Blaine kissed him firmly on the mouth.

"Ahh. If only my public knew how amazing I was." Kurt dreamed.

"Don't worry. They will."

"I patiently await the announcement of HumAn designs." Kurt laughed at the non- recognition from Blaine. "Here let me write it down. HumAn? Get it?"

Blaine crinkled his forehead and then it hit him. "Oh Human! Hummel Anderson."

"Yes, baby. But it's pronounced human like the regular word. It's a label for all people. I wanted it to be somewhat androgynous so that I can design for both men and women."

Mike just took in the conversation. "So you must be good to get into Parsons."

"Not just Parson's. He got into FIT and NYU for performance." Blaine glowed.

"So Kurt is the artsy one of the two of you?"

Kurt cut in almost immediately. "Nope. Blaine is an amazing performer and singer. He plays the piano, guitar, violin and drums.. What else?"

Blaine chuckled. "I like to play instruments. I've always been pretty musical."

"Pretty musical. You're amazing Blaine." Kurt looked at Blaine lovingly before disappearing back inside.

Blaine was a bit embarrassed. He knew how Kurt felt about him. After all, he constantly sang to Kurt. He even proposed with a song. It was Mike that brought him back to the present. "He really loves you." He nodded toward the door where Kurt disappeared.

"I love him more. He doesn't even know how much more."

"I see that. Do you really do all those things?" Mike sat down.

"Yeah. I love playing and performing, but I'm also passionate about law and government. I was class president my senior year in high school. I think I got the bug then."

"But comparative literature sounds horrible." He made a face.

"I love reading too. So, it was something that I was good at. I write good speeches and perform well enough. I figure that I'll make a good politician someday." Blaine just shrugged.

Kurt returned with guitar in hand. "Sing for me?" He smiled wide.

"You know I can never say no to you." He kissed Kurt on the cheek. "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything that comes out of your mouth." Kurt stared dreamily at Blaine.

"Okay. Here you go. As always, I sing for you." Blaine smiled at Kurt and looked sheepishly at Mike. It had been a long time since he had an unknown audience.

Kurt's teary eyes were enough to tell Blaine that he had done well, but it was Kurt after all. "That was wonderful. You really have no idea how good you are."

"Thanks, baby. I could sing off key and you would still tell me it was wonderful." Blaine's guitar was off his lap and propped on the side of the sofa. Mike smiled at the couple. Blaine turned to him. "So, what did you think?"

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and Blaine had his arms hugging Kurt's waist while he sat on his lap. "You are really good. Kurt wasn't over exaggerating at all."

There was a beep from the kitchen. "Oh. I'll get the chicken out. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes. Out here or inside?"

Blaine let the guest decide. "It's up to you Mike. You are the guest."

"Out here would be nice, but it's a little chilly right now with the wind blowing."

"We have outdoor heaters or we can eat inside."

"It would be nice to see the inside a little." Mike admitted.

"Inside it is. We'll be right in." Blaine told Kurt as he turned to be the best host ever.

"So he cooks and you...." Mike stopped realizing how stereotypical he was being. "Sorry."

"No that's okay. We don't have roles Mike. We do what we like to do whenever we want. Kurt loves to entertain and he's a better cook that I am. I could make us a mean lasagna, but Kurt would kill me before letting me serve lasagna at a dinner party or for a guest." Blaine laughed. "I can also grill good burgers, but Kurt could be a chef if he wanted. He can make all kinds of stuff. I'm sure whatever he made will be fantastic."

"Oh. I guess I don't get how things work."

"We're two guys Mike. Not hard to figure out. I like reading Vogue with him, but I also like sports, especially football. I played in high school. Kurt tends to be more non sport. Really hates them. Some people like to say he's the girls in our relationship, but it's not true." Blaine made sure that it wasn't okay to stereotype Kurt as the girly type. "We have the luxury of being able to express ourselves in any way without stereotyping who has what role. It works for us."

Blaine stood and motioned Mike to the door. Dinner was good. Mike was really friendly. Kurt shared his designs with Mike and they listened to music and talked about New York. Blaine shared all the shows he wanted to see and Kurt shared all the places he wanted to visit. In the end, they exchanged phone numbers and promised to talk before school started. Blaine would have at least one friend when the first day of school came around.

"I think that went well. He seems really nice." Kurt said as he pulled his shirt over his head. Blaine moved to Kurt replacing his hands that were just about to unbutton his pants. Kurt just smiled and let him take over. It had been a day or two since they had been intimate and it was their honeymoon. Kurt welcomed Blaine's hands on him. It was like coming home every time he touched him. It was the most perfect place on earth when it was the two of them in bed with no boundaries and no barriers separating the perfect fit of their bodies together. The smooth and silky skin next to the tanned expanse that was littered with a bit of hair. Kurt looked at Blaine's chest as he ran his fingers across the dusting of hair. "I love the feel of your skin. It's a little rough and tan and you have the perfect amount of hair."

Blaine reveled in the silken expanse that was Kurt's body. The moonlight casting in the half moon transom window shone on Kurt's pale skin. "You glow."

"Like an albino."

"Like the moon." Blaine's fingertips danced across Kurt's chest lightly teasing him as his finger tips reached Kurt's hipbone where he grasped it firmly. "You glow like the moon."

"If I'm like the moon, then you're like the sun." Kurt played with a little dusting of hair in the middle of Blaine's chest.

"I couldn't be the sun. I'm too dark to be the sun."

"You aren't. That's where you're mistaken, Blaine. You light up every room just by being there. You're so full of life and energy. You're like the sun. You're my reason to get up every day." Kurt rested his head on Blaine's chest. He believed it. "You gave me a reason to get up every day. When I was being bullied by Dave, I wanted to stay locked up in my basement. Just a kind word from you made me wake up and you gave me the energy I needed to get through the day. So, if I'm your moon, then you're my sun." Kurt said as if it was final with no questions asked.

"So be it. I guess it's a good thing since you need to get up in the morning."

"I can't think of a better thing to wake up to but my gorgeous full of life and energy husband."

"I can't think of anyone I would rather sleep with than my moon." Blaine turned Kurt over pulling of the last bit of clothing that remained, tickling Kurt's side just a little. "Now, you're really mooning me."

"You turned me over and stripped me." Kurt pillowed his head in his arms turning his head toward Blaine with a smile on his lips.

"I'm going to do more than just strip you." Blaine stood on the bed over Kurt as he stripped his last pieces of clothing off, casting them away.

Kurt swallowed as he took in Blaine's muscles while undressing. His mouth watered at the sight of Blaine's dark and already hard cock. "Quit talking and fuck me already." Kurt knew that Blaine loved to hear him swear. "You're hard, I'm hard and it's our honeymoon. You should be fucking me right now." Kurt sang, knowing how much it just teased Blaine.

Blaine wasted no time grabbing lube, but before coating his fingers, he sat on Kurt's thighs and started to massage Kurt's back, rolling his fingers down Kurt's spine. Whatever tenseness was there dissipated in no time. Kurt moaned at the pressure, but even more so at the feel of Blaine heavy and hard cock resting gently on his crack. The visions that Kurt had in his head had to do with that cock pressing ever so perfectly against his prostate making him come with a single touch. He hadn't realized that he was rolling his hips into the bed slightly. A husky voice broke his dream. "I see you're ready for me."

"So ready, baby."

Blaine slicked his fingers up, kneeled, spreading Kurt's legs on either side of him as his dry hand moved his ass cheeks apart to reveal Kurt's pink puckered hole. Kurt knew it was coming and he wanted it, anticipated it. He lifted his ass, the least bit, in hopes of helping to move the process along. "I see how ready." Blaine loved how Kurt just wanted him, because he knew he always would want Kurt and it seemed that Kurt felt the same about him. It was empowering to know how much trust and love was in your lifelong partner, husband and best friend. "Kurt, I'll always love you. You will always be the moon to my sun." Blaine loved the way it sounded. It was romantic. He pressed two fingers in immediately stretching as quickly as he knew he could. They had made love quite a few times while here, but he knew he would never hurt Kurt.

Kurt grew impatient. "I'm ready Blaine. Please, please. I'm begging you to make love to me."

Blaine leaned down to Kurt's ear. "You're so pretty when you beg." Kurt made a sound that sounded like 'gah'. Blaine couldn't help the chuckle that escaped from his lips. "I could come from just listening to you." He pressed three fingers in crooking his fingers at the spot. He knew it well. He knew the response he'd receive from the merest brush. Kurt tried to fuck himself on Blaine's fingers. "I think you're ready now, love." Blaine removed his fingers to a relieved sigh from Kurt. He slicked his rock hard cock up, hitched Kurt's legs on his shoulders and pressed in gently until he was completely inside. "God baby, I don't think I'll get over how good you feel around me." Blaine leaned down kissing Kurt firmly on the mouth while his hips started to move.

"Fuck." Kurt whispered as he threw his head back. "You.. Fuck.. So good.. baby." Kurt muttered some words of love as Blaine continued to thrust shallow and then deep, fast and then slow. Kurt didn't know what to expect when he gasped at how deep Blaine was.

Blaine swallowed Kurt's moans, feeling them vibrate through his own body. He was tight around Blaine's cock, so perfectly tight. "I'm so glad I'm yours Kurt. I love you. I love how I can make you feel." These were the loving things that came from Blaine when he made love, really made love to Kurt. "I'll always take care of you." Blaine sat up and began stroking Kurt. He knew the angle would be good for Kurt as he thrust a bit more shallowly. Kurt's muscles tensed under the Blaine's mindful grasp of his cock. Blaine could feel how close Kurt was.

Blaine paused to take in the sight. Kurt gazed up at him with begging eyes. "Don't stop... so close." Blaine smiled taking hold of his cock again and stroking him gently as he shut his eyes and came inside Kurt, opening them just in time to watch Kurt's eyes shut and his head throw back with the release he begged for.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, both breathing heavily. "You... are... so ... beautiful... when... you... come..." Blaine said between breaths.

Kurt's hand tangled into the curls at Blaine's forehead. "Not more beautiful than you."

Their lips met in a sweet kiss. A kiss of promise for the rest of their lives.

Disneyland Paris was amazingly... Well, Disney. "It's so interesting that no matter where you visit Disney, there is this familiarity." They wandered hand in hand as Kurt looked around. "We have to do Buzz Lightyear. It's my favorite."

"Space Mountain." Blaine cut in. "Let's go there first. Both our favorites are in Fantasyland. Come on." Blaine pulled Kurt toward Fantasyland. They went on Kurt's ride first and then Blaine's. Kurt clung to Blaine in the darkness of Space Mountain screaming his lungs out. When they came off the ride Blaine was hugging Kurt, "I think I'm officially deaf, or at least I've had to have lost some of my hearing from you screaming in my ear."

"It was so dark and then the roller coaster. Thank God, we didn't eat before that." Kurt walked a little slower and with a little less excitement.

"Are you okay?" Blaine stopped to really look at Kurt. "Kurt, are you really okay?"

"I'm fine. I think I just need to do something low key." Kurt pulled out the map and started to look at it. "Oh. Blaine, can we meet the princesses?" Kurt perked up very quickly after he saw that.

Blaine chuckled. "I want to do that too. Sounds perfect." Blaine bought them both water bottles and they shared some fries as they waited in line to meet the princesses.

Kurt was giddy and could barely contain himself. He started to hum something. Blaine tried to hear him, but the family behind them had two little girls and a brother arguing that he didn't like princesses and that he wanted to meet Buzz Lightyear instead. The parents were telling him they could, but that he had to go with his sisters to meet the princesses.

It wasn't until he sang a few words barely loud enough that Blaine figured it out. With a smile on his face and without Kurt knowing he started to sing.

I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide?

Blaine took Kurt's hands into his and turned him so that Kurt's back was to his chest. He could sing quietly into Kurt's ear.

I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
Over, sideways and under
On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us no or where to go
Or say we're only dreaming

Blaine really started to perform a little, twirling Kurt around as if he was really Prince Ali.

A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Now I'm in a whole new world with you

Blaine smiled brightly because they were starting a new world just the two of them. They wanted to change it. They set their sights high and planned to meet and top every goal they set for themselves.

Kurt giggled and his eyes twinkled at Blaine in a way that Blaine's heart wrenched in his chest in the most wonderful way. He was head over heels in love as his angel started to sing with his countertenor voice smooth and even.

Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feelings
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky

A whole new world
Don't you dare close your eyes
A hundred thousand things to see
(Hold your breath, it gets better)

Kurt closed his eyes while he sang with Blaine, their voices mixing beautifully. They were somehow lost in their own little world and didn't realize the following that they were getting. People were watching them. They only had eyes for each other.

I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back
To where I used to be

A whole new world
Every turn a surprise
With new horizons to pursue
Every moment gets better

I'll chase them anywhere
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world with you

They sang, eyes never leaving each other for a second.

A whole new world
That's where we'll be
A thrilling chase
A wondrous place
For you and me

It wasn't until they finished that they heard people clapping and whooping. They both blushed terribly red because they both couldn't believe how lost in each other they could get at times. In the end, they didn't care. They were on their honeymoon and it was going to be the best honeymoon any couple ever had. It already was....