Chapter 6

"Mmph" Blaine was awakened with sore legs, sore feet and sore everything. "What the fuck is..." Blaine looked down to find Kurt between his legs, sucking his cock. "Oh God." Blaine moaned.

Kurt smirked as he pulled his mouth off of Blaine's cock. "Good Morning!" Kurt returned to the job of sucking off his husband with great enthusiasm.

Blaine's hands found the back of Kurt's head and tangled desperately into his hair as his hands moved with the bobbing of Kurt's head. Kurt sucked especially hard. "Oh fuck, baby." Blaine arched off of the bed as his stomach started to tighten. Blaine was hazy from the night. He remembered both he and Kurt being so tired after walking all day at Disney that they both collapsed in bed. Blaine didn't even remember taking his clothes off, but he was most definitely naked.

Kurt crawled up to properly kiss Blaine on the mouth. "You need to stop fighting it baby. I'm ready for you. okay?"

Blaine threw his head back. He had the most awesome husband. Kurt slithered back down and continued sucking. Blaine was so close. He whined with need for release. He was so close. It wasn't like he was trying to hold back. He was just so damn exhausted. When Kurt rolled his balls and massaged them, Blaine's stomach finally tensed as he curled in on himself with his release. Kurt swallowed around the head taking every bit and moaning between each swallow.

Kurt was still painfully hard, not having had the opportunity to come himself. He collapsed next to Blaine, who was still recovering from his orgasm. He knew Blaine would need a few minutes to come back to him, so he stroked himself quickly through his own orgasm. Blaine turned just in time to see Kurt's head thrown back and a tiny squeak slipped from his lips. He gently kissed Kurt's cheek and brushed his hair back away from his face. He patiently waited for Kurt to come back to him. "I could have done that for you."

Kurt smiled dopily. "You looked so tired last night and you were snoring. You must have been exhausted." He kissed Blaine's nose. "I didn't mind. It was nice to do something for you this morning."

"It was very nice."

"I'm happy to do those things for my husband." Kurt took a tissue off the night stand and wiped himself clean. They were comfortably lounging on the bed. It was ten o'clock. "What do you want to do today?"

"Anything but walk. I feel like I walked a million miles yesterday. Am I that out of shape?"

"Yes. It wasn't that bad Blaine. You were so physically fit during football season." Kurt smiled. "You're just a big wad of mush now."

"Really?" Blaine looked at his body wondering if it was true.

Kurt rubbed his side. "No, silly. You're still fit and hot as ever."

"Let's get a car and drive."

Kurt perked up immediately. "A car?"

"Yeah, let's get a car and drive around the countryside." Blaine didn't really understand where Kurt was going with all of this.

"The car? We're getting a car?" Kurt's eyes twinkled with excitement.

Blaine finally got it. "Oh.. I'm so stupid. THE car." He chuckled at his lack of understanding. "Do you want to get THE car?"

"Duh." Kurt jumped up. "I'm turning on the shower and you order up that car." Kurt disappeared into the bathroom. Blaine laughed at how giddy Kurt was over a car. "And Blaine.. get your cute butt in this shower as soon as you're done ordering up that car."

"Where's the car?" Kurt asked completed dressed showered and ready.

"I couldn't get THE car."

Kurt frowned. The car was so much fun. It was one of the things that helped him heal and brought Blaine even closer to him than ever. That time alone in Europe the year before was something he wanted to remember. Times in the car traveling with Blaine was what made him forget all the bad things that happened. "That's okay. It would have been nice, but any car with you in it is perfect." Blaine blushed. "I can still make you blush. I love you."

"Love you too baby. That's why I got us a Ferrari California instead." Blaine knew Kurt wouldn't know what it was. "You'll love it! I promise."

"Like I said, as long as you're in it, I know I'll love it." The car pulled up. "Oh my God. This is beautiful. Why are there so many beautiful European model cars?"

"I think it's because you can drive really fast here." Blaine turned to the driver. "Do I need to sign?" He was handed a clipboard to sign and handed the driver a tip. "Thank you." Blaine rounded the vehicle and opened the door for Kurt. "You like?"

"Love it!" Kurt hugged Blaine before kissing him on the cheek and getting in the car. "I think this is even nicer than the last one. How much does this car cost?" Kurt jumped in and started running his hands over the leather interior. "Blaine, this is unbelievable."

"It should be. This is a four hundred thousand dollar car." Blaine smirked at how abruptly Kurt stopped moving and his jaw hung open.

"You're kidding right? Holy crap. That's expensive." Kurt looked around at the car more. "I'm afraid to break something in here."

"Kurt, it's a car. Buckle up. Are you ready?" Blaine smiled, put his sunglasses on and pressed on the gas.

While getting out of Paris was a little slow, when they reached the outskirts of Paris, Blaine let loose with the car, while Kurt screamed as they sped up.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know. I thought we'd head toward the coast. If it gets too late, we can always find a bed and breakfast of hotel in the nearest city." Blaine looked for agreement. "Like maybe visit Normandy. I've never been there even though I came to France. I was too you when we used to come. I wasn't interested. Then when I got older, I didn't visit very much. When I visited, there was so much to do in Paris, that I never got out there."

Kurt smiled. History was as much a part of Blaine's love for language and reading. He seemed to really enjoy it. "I've never been, so that would be a nice trip. It will give me the chance to really see history instead of just reading it." Kurt knew it would be depressing, but it was also good to take advantage of their time here. School would soon take over and they wouldn't have the time to come here as often.

The did just that and wandered Normandy somber and paying respect to the soldiers whose freedom they had depended on. Even though their freedom was still a fight back home, they wouldn't have a chance if the ground they stood upon wasn't the battleground for freedom.

They found a bed and breakfast on the way home and slept in. Sweet nothings whispered all night. It was the perfect honeymoon, so decided by both of them when they put their clothes back on the next morning and headed back to Paris. Kurt complained most of the way that it was insufferable that Blaine hadn't packed an emergency over night bag.

"Kurt, this is perfect, don't you see?"

"That I have bad breath and briefs from yesterday on?" Kurt was pretty mad and a little embarrassed. He was uncomfortable with the fact that he wasn't made up even in the slightest. "And my hair.." He pulled down the mirror to find it flat and stuck to his head. "my skin..."

Blaine took Kurt's hand. "is perfect. That's what I'm saying Kurt. We're married and nothing in the world can change that. Nothing in the world will change the way I feel about you, ever. I love you just the way you are. In my eyes, you always look perfect even when you think you're not. I will always see you as my salvation, my rock." Blaine looked straight ahead, driving the entire time he professed his love yet again and now Kurt felt bad because Blaine was right. Blaine was a much better person than he was.

Kurt was berating himself internally for a good five minutes and he finally opened his mouth to say something. "I'm... I love you."

Blaine laughed at his admission. "I was wondering when you were going to stop beating yourself up."

"What?" Kurt actually smiled at the thought of Blaine knowing him so well.

"I was hoping you weren't going to fight me on this one." Blaine glanced at him knowingly. "I know you were beating yourself up and for the record, I'm not to good for you. I'm just the right person for you, love."

Kurt threw his head back in frustration. "I hate you so much, Blaine Anderson, How do you know just the right things to say all the time. You're so frustrating to me sometimes." Kurt paused for a response and there was none. He was met with Blaine just smiling and staring at the road as he drove. "Aren't you going to say something?"

Blaine took his eyes off the road long enough to say, "It's Blaine Hummel-Anderson."

Kurt blushed and pulled Blaine's hand to his lips kissing the back of his hand and cupping his palm to his face. He couldn't possibly love someone as much as he loved Blaine.

As soon as they arrived home, the door man had a message for them. Blaine face showed fear. When he looked up he shook his head. "Let's go upstairs. Not here." They walked briskly to the elevator and silently got in. Kurt was dying inside. It must have shown because Blaine offered words of comfort. "It's okay Kurt. Just calm down." He rubbed Kurt's back and pulled him to his chest.

When the door closed Kurt was begging. "What is it Blaine, my dad?"

"No Kurt, It's my dad." Blaine blinked back the tears desperate to surface. "He's in the hospital at home." Blaine sat down. Kurt rarely saw Blaine lose control. "He's..."

Kurt reached for the note. It was from Jack advising the Blaine's dad had been a target of hate. He'd been shot, but was in the hospital in critical condition. The last words were the scariest part.You need to come home right now grandson."Blaine, go start packing. I'll call for the car and the flight plan."

"We can't. We need a day." Blaine was a little dazed. He looked lost for the first time ever. Kurt knew he had to take control just like Blaine would do if it were him. He knew how Blaine felt. He remembered the deep rooted feeling that something bad might happen.

"Then I'll get us the next flight out. We'll get there baby." Kurt took complete control pushing Blaine to the bedroom as he looked for the folder with all the information. He knew it was in the kitchen. He had to call the housekeeping company advising that they're stay has ended and they must do a full cleaning and storage after they leave. He called the limo company for a ride to the airport and when they asked, he advised that they must leave immediately. He called the private jet company and since they couldn't fly them until tomorrow, they went ahead and got two first class tickets for Blaine and Kurt so he didn't have to worry. He called the front door to advise of their departure.

When he got to the bedroom, Blaine was sitting on the end of the bed, mostly packed. He knew Blaine sensed his presence. Blaine looked spent. He looked like he lost a battle. "What if he dies?"

"Sweetheart, we need to focus on getting home to your mom and dad and grandparents. Now come on. Let's get packed up." Kurt knew if he fed this despair that they would miss their flight. He directed Blaine to stand up as they looked for every last bit of stuff and packed them into the luggage.

"I need to call...." Blaine searched for the words.

"I took care of all of it. The cleaning company, the door, limo and jet company. No worries baby. I have a flight out. Let's get moving." He urged Blaine toward the door and he took both suitcases wheeling them to the door." They had to leave some things behind and he would have to ask the cleaning company to gather them and have them shipped, but they brought the most important items. The most important thing to do was get home. As he pushed Blaine out the door, he stopped at the doorman. "Please relay this information to Mr. and Mrs. Anderson immediately."

"I hope JR is okay sir."

Kurt departed with a smile. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry Kurt." Blaine was more focused now as they waited for everyone to board the plane.

"For what?"

"For cutting our honeymoon short."

"A few days sweetheart. I don't care. We had so much fun. We need to be home now. We need to be with your mom and grandparents and your dad. They need us more." Kurt ran his fingers through the unruly curls seated on his head. "You're so beautiful like this Blaine."

He blushed bringing a hand to his head. "My hair must look a mess." He tried to pat it down.

"It does. It's a perfect mess." Kurt continued to run his fingers through it twirling a curl around his finger. "Perfect. Now, get some rest. I suspect we won't have a lot of that from here on out." Blaine turned toward Kurt and brought his feet up into the chair. He curled up facing Kurt. With one last caress to the face, Kurt whispered, "Close your eyes baby. I love you."

His heart content and broken at the same time, Blaine whispered back. "I love you too."