“And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“I hereby pronounce you man and husband; you may now kiss the groom.”

Roaring cheers erupted around the room as Kurt leaned forward, wrapping an arms around Blaine's waist and dipping him down, kissing him squarely on the lips, grinning in to the kiss.

“And cut! Okay, that was great, guys. Can we just do the kissing scene once more? I mean, it looked great, but I can't really feel the love!” David, the director, called out through a bullhorn from on his chair. There were a few groans that ran throughout the cast and crew, and then they were re-doing the scene.

Blaine finally arrived at Kurt's apartment, an hour after rehearsals had finished, and smiled as he pulled out his key and unlocked the door. He had been itching to see Kurt since the moment they did the first practise of many kisses, but he had been called back by David, having to talk to him in his office about lord only knows what (he had stopped paying attention the moment they had taken a seat and he had said “Blaine,”).

“Blaine?” Blaine heard Kurt call from the kitchen.

He walked towards the kitchen and smiled when he saw Kurt happily beating something in a bowl, he thought it could be the makings of an omelette. “Hey.” He grinned.

“What took you so long?”

“David talking about random crap and me pretending to listen. Need a hand?” When Kurt nodded, he made to set the table, picking out two knives and two forks, along with place mats and coasters. He set them out neatly on the breakfast island that they often ate at, each of them on one side so they could look at one another as they spoke.

As he poured some of the batter in to a frying pan, Kurt asked “Was it anything important?”

“Probably not. I mean, he was grinning by the end of it.”

“Just him turning one little thing in to a social conversation then.” Kurt laughed lightly, turning the omelette over and letting it cook for a little bit longer before placing it on to a plate and in the oven to keep warm while he cooked the other. “Want to grab the salad out of the fridge?”

“Sure,” Blaine said, making his way to the fridge and pulling a bowl of salad that Kurt had prepared from the top shelf.

As they sat eating, Kurt paused and swallowed before saying “So, what happened with that Sebastian guy?”

“Nothing.” Blaine replied after a gulp of his drink.

“Why not? He seemed really in to you at that club the other week.”

Pondering the question, Blaine thought; why hadn't anything happened? “He wasn't really my type, you know?”

Rolling his eyes, Kurt laughed “You say that about every guy. Seriously, what is your type?” He sighed when Blaine said that he wasn't really sure. “Well, let's go out, drink, kiss some guys, and you can say if any of them are your type, yeah?”

“I don't...”

“Nope. No choice in the matter, Blaine, you're coming. You need to give those lips a workout, because I don't think I've ever seen you kiss anyone but me.” Kurt noticed Blaine's cheeks flush slightly, “You... have kissed other guys, haven't you?” Blaine shook his head slowly, “Well, why not? I mean, you're more then attractive enough to get any guy you want – and I know there are lots of them that want you. Hell, I'm o-” Kurt shoved a mouthful of salad in to his mouth, looking down at his food and waiting for his blush to cool down. He really needed to learn how to hold his tongue.

“What was that, Kurt?” Blaine asked in barely a whisper, his food long forgotten.

“N... nothing.”

“You tell me the truth, and I'll tell you the truth, just... please, don't lie to me.” He saw Kurt nod his head slightly. “It's not that they're not my type...” he took a deep breath, whispering “it's that they're not... you.”, he was resting his hand on top of Kurt's across the work surface. Blaine heard the light gasp escape Kurt's lips. “So, now I've told you the truth.”

“Thank you.”, Kurt whispered back, not making an effort to move his hand. He paused for a moment, staring down at Blaine's hand that was covering his own, “I like you, Blaine, I do,”

“Is there a 'but' coming? I sense a but.” Blaine's voice was calm and relaxing.

“... But we can't. I mean, we're colleagues, and... they'd never approve of it.”

Blaine's heart dropped. He pulled his hand back, saying “Okay.”, and nodding sadly.

“Blaine, don't leave.” Kurt said when Blaine went to stand up, grabbing his hand in his own again. “I just... I don't think we should... I mean, what would everyone say - we're colleagues, Blaine ?”

“'Oh, look, those two guys like each other'?” Blaine sighed, sitting back down, enjoying the feel of Kurt's hand around his own, “I don't honestly think anyone would really give a flying hoot, you know? I mean, for Christ's sake, David's screwing Sarah in the bathroom on lunch breaks hardly talk.”

“So? Blaine, two wrongs don't make a right.”

“Neither does acting like a nun, Kurt, but you seem more than willing enough to give it a shot.”

Kurt was out of his chair and standing in front of Blaine, “Don't you dare try and make me seem bad in this!”

“I'm not trying to make you seem bad, I'm just stating a fact!”

Frowning at Blaine, Kurt breathed deeply, trying not to snap at Blaine, “Why are you shouting?!”

“I'm not! Why are you shouting?!”

“Because you keep making me want to shout at you, but I don't want to ruin this!” And then Blaine's lips were on his own, the other man's hands on his cheeks. Kurt's initial shock subsided quickly, and then his hormones kicked in, and his hands were in Blaine's hair, clutching the curls as he responded to the other man's kiss. The two of them were breathing heavily as their tongues moulded and moved together perfectly, small groans being concealed in their mouths.

When the men parted their lips slightly, Blaine breathed out against Kurt's “That didn't make... any sense.”

“Neither... does you... not kissing me.”, and then their lips were attached again, Blaine's hand in Kurt's hair as Kurt's squeezed Blaine's hips, biting on his bottom lip and tugging lightly.

After the two partook in some thorough make-out sessions against different surfaces in Kurt's kitchen, Blaine whispered “Still unsure about us?”, leaving the question to hang in the air with their panting and the stench of near-sex and sexual frustration.

“And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“I hereby pronounce you man and husband; you may now kiss the groom.”

Roaring cheers erupted around the room as Kurt leaned forward, wrapping an arms around Blaine's waist and dipping him down, kissing him squarely on the lips, grinning in to the kiss.

Little did Kurt and Blaine know that in several years time they would be living this scene for real, and with each other.