When Blaine woke up, there were black and white reruns were rolling over the television screen. He rolled over to find Kurt no longer lying beside him. Blaine very confused scanned the dark room before realizing that the balcony door was cracked open and he could spy Kurt sitting outside, a blanket wrapped around him. Blaine slid out of bed, walking out to Kurt rubbing his eyes from the sleep.

“What are you doing out here?” Blaine asked, having to kill a yawn as he sat down.
Kurt stretched out an arm, making more room for Blaine to sit down. As Blaine did so Kurt wrapped a blanket-covered arm around him.

“Isn’t it beautiful? Look at all the lights and skyscrapers. It’s amazing! There’s so many colors and sounds - and even though it’s the city you can still see the stars. Look!” Kurt pointed to the sky that was completely black except for a few widely spread dots of light.

“In New York it’s impossible to see the stars. When we were there for Nationals our junior year of high school we didn’t go out at night, but I wanted so bad to see the stars on the New York skyline,” he paused.

“So when I went there to visit Rachel last year we sat on the stairs on Times Square one night and the stars were completely gone. There were only the lights from the city and everything above us was completely black,” Kurt said with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

Kurt hadn’t noticed, but as soon as he had started talking Blaine had stopped looking at the sky and started looking at him instead.
There was something special about Kurt when he talked with this passion. It was the same when he talked about Broadway - it was like he had been hibernated for years and suddenly he had been brought back to life with a newly found energy for love. That was one of the things Blaine had fallen in love with; Kurt’s passion.

“What are you looking at?” asked Kurt pretending to feel victimized when he noticed that Blaine was staring at him.
“Nothing. Just - you,” was all he had to say. He just really wanted to take in every second of their being together and memorize so it would never disappear, but he hurried to direct his attention back to the roaring night city under them

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place this beautiful before,” Blaine said in an attempt to take the attention away from him, it didn’t help.
“I have. Every day. Each morning when I wake up and look at you. When we get coffee together. When we sing together. When we dance together. When we laugh together. Whatever. Whenever I’m with you; that’s the most beautiful place I have ever been,” said Kurt without blinking, completely sweeping Blaine off his feet.

Blaine looked at him, speechless. No matter what he said from there on out he could never respond to that because whatever would have come out of his mouth it would never be enough compared to that.

“Blaine Anderson. Will you marry me?” asked Kurt. He reached down and let his fingers slide in between Blaine’s. Without them looking at each other Blaine silently said “yes” still gazing out at the neon signs blinking like they were competing with the stars above them.

They continued to sit in silence holding each other’s hands, being close under the blanket as they felt the night wind brush against their skin.
None of them said anything for a long time until Kurt suddenly stood up, shifting so fast that Blaine almost fell off the bench in shock.

“I have an idea. Do you trust me?” Kurt reached down his hand for Blaine to take it to stand up.
“Yes. Yes I do,” Blaine responded, giving Kurt his hand without any second thoughts at all and let Kurt lead him inside the room where he dropped the blanket on the bed and turned to face Blaine.

“Come. We’re going out,” Kurt beamed at him and threw him his jacket before he started putting on his own coat.
“But Kurt, we’re in our pajamas, we can’t go out like this,” Blaine objected still standing with his jacket in his hand, looking confused at Kurt who had already put on his own coat and was ready by the door.

“So what? We’re in Vegas. No one is gonna think us strange to walk down the streets in our pajamas. Let’s go.” Kurt opened the door and positioned to wait for Blaine to get ready. Blaine noticed that he wasn’t wearing shoes or socks either, so he shrugged and put on his jacket to follow his crazy boyfriend out into the Vegas night.

*

“Kurt. Where are we going? Aren’t you cold?” Blaine asked as he followed Kurt down the street. Kurt turned on his heel smiling teasingly at him, still walking ahead of him before he turned to proceed through the people filling up the sidewalk.

There were so many colors and lights that it was hard to even tell if it was day or night. It was like the entire universe had met up here and blurred into one big mass of everything mixed together; everybody looked like a mix of too young or too old and it was impossible to determine whether people were on their way to work or to a party or if they were plain eccentrics by nature. Blaine even had a hard time figuring out whether people were men or women.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Kurt beamed almost jumping up and down next to Blaine as they nearly had to balance their way through the crowded square. Blaine observed as his eyes ate up everything they saw; like they had been starving for years and finally got fed.

They passed big beautiful hotels, fancy casinos, replicas of known landmarks from other parts of the world and dirty looking clubs with neon signs showing half naked girls with blinking nipples.

Every time they saw something new Kurt turned looking one extra time to make sure he had seen it properly - as if he tried to store it in his memory so he could drag it out when he got old and had nothing but the memories left.

Suddenly he stopped abruptly in the middle of the crowded street. People kept on walking past them as if nothing had happened, but Kurt was so excited that he was tripping on the spot on tiptoes. Blaine tried looking around to see what he had seen that could possibly have put him on the edge like this, but he couldn’t see anything so he returned his attention to Kurt right at the moment where Kurt dragged him over to a lamppost.

“What’s up? What did you see?” Blaine asked confused. He still tried looking around, but all he could see that they hadn’t passed earlier was a tiny concrete pyramid, a palm tree and a group of lightly dressed people where half of them were women and the rest were a mix of obviously men and undetermined sex.

“Don’t ask. Just stay here for a second and I’ll hurry back.” Kurt sent him a clearly meant to be assuring smile, before he disappeared between the pedestrians, leaving Blaine by the lamppost feeling a bit uneasy about letting Kurt out of sight even if it was for just a few minutes.

As Blaine continued to stand there, he suddenly grew very aware of the fact that he was in his pajamas, he quickly maneuvered his jacket so that it wrapped tightly around his chest, covering at least the top half. All the while, he observed the people walking past him; he had never in his life seen so many sequins and feathers and plateau boots. After a while he caught himself grinning at the fact that he didn’t have a single doubt that Kurt wouldn’t even blink before saying yes to doing an act like this, and would still be able to keep up his look as the sexiest guy in the world.

He didn’t get to start picturing it though, because Kurt took his hand with a secretive giggle, dragging him out of his fantasy.
“Where did you go?” Blaine asked when Kurt suddenly led him in another direction than the one they had been headed in before.

“I’m not gonna tell you, Blaine. You’ll find out soon enough,” Kurt lilted, as they crossed a square where a huge fountain illustrating characters from Greek mythology towered almost as tall as some of the average sized buildings.
He should have known by now that Kurt’s new idea of fun was to keep secrets from him so he could be surprised when he thought it would be the best time to drop a bomb, so Blaine played along and stopped wondering. Whatever his new plan was Blaine probably wouldn’t be able to guess what it anyway.

Finally Kurt stopped and turned to look at Blaine with shining eyes, he looked as if he was going to explode. Blaine almost didn’t have heart to tell him that he had no idea what he was fussing over, when he suddenly saw where Kurt had stopped in front of.

They had stopped in front of a chapel. An old time cliché Las Vegas chapel. Complete with Elvis Presley’esque design and horrible Cupid caricatures on the façade of the building. A big sign was hanging over the entrance with big red letters that read ‘Are you lonesome tonight? Then follow that dream and make her wear your ring around her neck so you can kiss her quick. It’s now or never.’

Blaine had to stop himself from laughing at the awful way they had messed with the song titles for profit, but then it hit him why Kurt had brought him there and he felt ice drop to his stomach. He looked at Kurt who still had stars in his eyes but the grin on his face was starting to stiff as he observe the look on Blaine’s face.

“Are you sure about this, Kurt? Do you really wanna do this?” Blaine grabbed his hand and led him over to a corner away from the crowds.
“I mean - you’re such a romantic, and - I just always pictured you to be the person who wanted a big gorgeous wedding with all of your friends and family present. Not in a dirty little Vegas chapel with bad singers and wearing your pajamas.” Blaine looked down to see their hands folded together as one before he looked back to Kurt.

“You really thought about that? Like - me? In wedding relations? Like - like us? Getting married?” asked Kurt hesitantly. He sounded surprised and yet it was like he considered it natural. Like that was the way it was supposed to be.

“Yes. Of course I have. When I say that I wanna spend my life with you I mean it. And as I am a hopeless romantic too that includes marriage and family - and how could you ever have that without a wedding of some sort?” Blaine closed his eyes as if it would hide that he was blushing, but he knew that Kurt wouldn’t judge him for it, so he opened his eyes again to see Kurt grinning like he had just won a day on a Broadway stage without anyone else.

“I am sure about this. I want all of those things - a big wedding with my family and my friends. But they all know that I love you, I don’t have to prove that to them. Besides; we can always do that later. Right now I just wanna do this with you. Private. Just us. It’s gonna be fun and original, and when we look back on this it’s gonna be the most romantic, and possibly the most spontaneous, thing we’ve ever done - but I don’t wanna push you into it if you’d rather wait. I just want you,” said Kurt doing his best to let his eyes assure Blaine that he meant it.

“No. No, let’s do it. Let’s go in there and get married. And when we get home we’re gonna tell everybody that Elvis married us, and that it was the most amazing thing in the world!” Blaine didn’t even get to finish his sentence, before Kurt threw his arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips that made all the ice in Blaine’s stomach melt like cotton candy.

When they entered the chapel they got into a small foyer where everything was draped in red velvet, and a woman dressed to look like Barbra Streisand was sitting behind a golden desk with a tiny laptop in front of her.

They got up and showed their IDs and signed some papers before the woman showed them to a waiting room where a small group of other people were sitting on golden painted chairs matching the desk from the reception. When they entered everyone looked at them but quickly returned to their respective partners.

Blaine and Kurt found a couple of chairs against the wall where they sat to wait.
After they had sat for what felt like ages avoiding each other’s gaze to not burst into a giggle or blush the last couple finally got called in and everything suddenly seemed very real and close. They were actually going through with this.

“How are you feeling?” asked Kurt, his eyes locked on the wallpaper that was light pink with rose peddles painted to look like they were falling from the sky.
“I don’t know. Weird, I guess. How about you?” Blaine continued to look down in the carpet as he waited for Kurt to respond.

“A little weird too, I think. But not in a bad way. It’s definitely a good weird.” He hurried to add the last part, like he was scared that Blaine would think that he was about to back out.
The door opened and a tall man who was trying a rather bad impersonation of Cher called them in.

They stared at each other in a “this is it” kind of way before they got up and followed the man into the actual chapel.
They got led up to the altar where they found themselves waiting for a couple of minutes. Everything looked like it was taken directly from a distasteful B-movie and Blaine had to remind himself that the reason places like these kept going was because people usually were drunk when they ended up here.

A door next to the altar opened, and a huge man in an Elvis circa Aloha From Hawaii-costume entered the chapel with a smirk on his face.
He was wearing huge gold rings that Blaine could presume were fake, and his natural gray hair was sticking out under his wig. All in all he looked like an extreme mix of tragic and comical. Blaine and Kurt had to avoid eye-contact not to burst out laughing, but they had a hard time finding out where to look because “Cher” was sitting in the front row with a champagne bottle and a cupid plushy in his lap.

“Elvis” started the traditional procedure in a thick put-on Tennessee accent, and Kurt took a discrete step closer to Blaine so they could lock the tips of their fingers with an innocent smile, and almost forgot to listen to the part where they were to say something themselves.

When “Elvis” got to the part with the vows he looked at them as if he was waiting for them to say something personal and they were completely taken aback by the sudden request for them to take action.
Kurt was the one to clear his throat and force Blaine to keep up eye contact.

“Blaine. I - I don’t know what to say. There’s so much to say, and yet I have no words at all. You make me speechless, and you know how hard that is because I really love the sound of my own voice.” Kurt chuckled and bit his lower lip awkwardly before proceeding.

“I just love you, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. No matter how long or short that may be. You are my teenage dream.” Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to Blaine who was staring back at him with his mouth slightly open.

“Wow. That was - how am I supposed to say anything after that? I just - I just hope that you know that I wanna go through fire and ice for you. I’m not gonna leave your side. Ever. Remember what I told you once? How a warbler doesn’t sing without its flock? You’re my flock - I don’t sing without you. I can’t, and I don’t want to.” Blaine let his fingers run down so he could squeeze his hands properly around Kurt’s before he heard Kurt sniffing and saw him wipe a tear from his cheek.

“Elvis” cleared his throat impatiently and they remembered that they weren’t alone. The big man proceeded the ceremony in the same tone as he had begun.
“Oh no. We don’t have any rings,” whined Blaine when “Elvis” asked them to find out the rings, but Kurt just smiled triumphantly at him.

“Do you seriously think I was gonna get married without rings? Please -” Kurt dug into the pocket of his pajama pants and opened his hand to reveal two rainbow colored plastic rings with yellow smiley faces on.
“It was all I could get at the tourist shop - but I thought they were the best appropriate considering that most of the other ones were covered in genitals,” Kurt apologized with a disgusted face as he remembered back at the ring selection at the shop.

They continued the ceremony, and as soon as they had put the rings on each other’s fingers “Elvis” declared them husband and husband and said that they could kiss “or whatever it is that you kids do these days” and left the chapel.
“Cher” hurried over to them with a congratulations card, the bottle of champagne and the tacky cupid plushy before he made an offer to take a picture of the happy couple.
They tried desperately staying serious but when they couldn’t stop laughing they ended up getting a picture as they continued on laughing uncontrollably.

When they walked hand in hand down the aisle the speakers started playing Can’t Help Falling In Love and they agreed that they couldn’t get out fast enough. When they returned to the foyer Kurt declared that he wanted a picture with “Barbra” and jumped onto the desk making an overacted pose so Blaine could take a picture with his phone that Kurt hurried to send to Rachel.

The entire walk back to their hotel neither of them said anything, but they didn’t let go of each other’s hands for a second. Both of them were tired but didn’t want the night to end. It was too memorable to let it slip away so quickly, it was nights like these that Blaine wished he could record and relive over and over again.

*

When they got back to the hotel room Kurt took off his coat and let it drop to the floor before he when out to the balcony, where Blaine came out to wrap his arms around him from behind. Kurt let his hand over Blaine’s to let their rings lie next to each other so he could see how well they seamlessly fit together, no matter how hideous.

Then Kurt turned around to let his lips softly meet Blaine’s and suddenly it was as if the atmosphere changed. They let the lips slowly massage each other before Kurt let his drift apart just enough to welcome Blaine’s tongue letting it meet his own.

Blaine didn’t feel cold anymore, so he let Kurt take off his jacket and throw it on the balcony floor under them, before he let his hands run up Blaine’s back under his t-shirt while Blaine let his fingers run through Kurt’s hair.

Blaine could feel his pulse speeding and he felt Kurt’s heart race against his own chest through the few layers of fabric that separated their skin. Suddenly those layers felt horribly uncomfortable and it wasn’t even funny. It was like a suit of armor between them, an obstacle that had to be beat.

Kurt let his hands down to Blaine’s hips as he walked backwards over the small balcony where he forced Blaine to walk with him, their lips still locked together.
As soon as he felt that they had reached the wall he started letting his hands down Blaine’s pants to grab around his ass making Blaine do a weak gasp.

“Out here? Really?” Blaine asked heavy breath escaping between kisses finding the idea incredibly tempting.
“It’s our wedding night. Why shouldn’t we? Husband?” whispered Kurt with a smile against Blaine’s lips.

Kurt pulled Blaine’s pelvis closer to show him just how much he meant it before he started opening the strings on Blaine’s pants and then proceeding to his own.
Blaine paused their kiss for a brief second before he decided that it he might not see how to make it work, but he was willing to give it a try.

Blaine started pulling down Kurt’s pants, and it didn’t take Kurt long until he had pulled Blaine’s down too, letting him feel Kurt hard against his hip, making both of them go into the kiss more aggressively.

“But - I don’t have - any condoms -” Blaine remembered and stopped Kurt with an apologetic look.
“That doesn’t matter. It’s not like you’re gonna get me pregnant or the other way around - and we haven’t been with anyone but each other, so we‘re not gonna get sick. Besides - I’ve heard it’s way better without,” Kurt flirted with dashing eyelashes. That was more than enough to make Blaine let his lips clasp back against Kurt’s again almost hurting their teeth.

In a short epiphany Blaine realized how he was gonna make it work and lifted up Kurt to let his back support against the wall. Kurt quickly got his idea and wrapped his legs around Blaine’s hips letting Blaine bend his knees shortly so he could enter Kurt slowly, even though it turned out that it was a bit harder without condom.

Kurt winced a bit from the pain but refused when Blaine offered to stop, and once Blaine was all the way in both of them let out a heavy breath. The first few seconds Blaine didn’t dare move inside Kurt out of fear that he was going to hurt him, but once their kisses got heated back up he started slow movements with his hips, finding the support against the wall incredibly helpful.

As soon as they found the right rhythm it was way easier than Blaine had first thought it to be, and he was surprised at how warm and tight Kurt felt around him sending electricity all the way through his body with every tiny movement.

Blaine could feel the cool night wind against his naked legs, but on the inside he felt like flames were licking around his muscles.
He wanted to go faster and harder, but he was afraid that Kurt was gonna hurt from it so instead he kept it slow listening to Kurt’s soft moaning following the rhythm of his thrusts.

He was surprised by how quickly he felt the well known tightening feeling in his balls, the more his head caress against Kurt’s prostate and had to bite hard down on his lower lip, but realized it would soon be time.

“Shit. I’m almost there,” Blaine groaned into Kurt’s ear as he felt the electric waves start floating for his crotch. Kurt’s breathing made him lose focus and all he could think was that he didn’t want the feeling to stop already.

“Stop. Blaine - stop,” Kurt gasped. At first Blaine thought that he had done something wrong, but then he could feel that Kurt had a plan.
He slowly stopped moving and kneeled to let himself slide out of Kurt, letting both of them express a tender moan.
Kurt let his feet slowly touch the balcony floor under them before he started pushing Blaine backwards to the café table in the corner.

“Lay down on the table,” Kurt heaved through a heated kiss, and Blaine knew exactly what was on his mind, so he sat on the table and proceeded to lie down.
The table felt like ice against his hot naked skin, but he knew that as soon as he felt Kurt it wouldn’t matter. It would be forgotten.

He was right. Kurt bent down to kiss his collarbone, their dicks hard against each other, before he stood up straight.
Then he grabbed around Blaine’s knees dragging them up so Blaine could lock his legs around Kurt’s hips.

Kurt then let two finger tips slowly slide over Blaine’s lower lip before he abruptly forced them into Blaine’s mouth, letting his tongue glide around them, making them wet down to the knuckles.

He took his left hand and let it slide down Blaine’s thigh while he took his wet fingers and let them run up and down between Blaine’s cheeks before letting one slide in, making Blaine throw out a silent sigh.

Then he let his finger thrust carefully in and out a few times before letting the second finger in to Blaine’s surprise.
After working his fingers in and out of Blaine for a bit Kurt pulled them out and let the hand run from Blaine’s ass up his thigh before Kurt let his hand down to grab around his cock to start slowly, but firmly, entering Blaine.

As soon as Kurt was sure that Blaine wasn’t going to hurt too much he thrust himself hard to go in all the way.

Blaine could feel Kurt slowly thrust his hips against his ass, feeling Kurt inside him going rhythmically in and out, while Kurt’s hands were clasping around his knees it made Blaine wish that he would bend down so he could feel him closer. But he was afraid that if he did he would have to stop moving.

With every thrust Blaine felt himself tighten a little more around Kurt’s cock, sending vibes out through his skin making it feel like it was about to burst open. Blaine had to grab around the edges of the table as Kurt’s thrust almost made his sweaty back slide across the table.
Kurt’s gasps made it tingle even more in the back of Blaine’s throat, making him moan and groan with a feeling of a pressure against his chest and his heart racing.

“Shit, Kurt. Fuck me, keep on fucking me,” begged Blaine, surprised by his own words. The sensation running from Kurt was just too good and he wanted more.

Kurt leaned down and placed his hands on the table on each side of Blaine’s head, making their faces come within a few inches from each other.
Blaine saw this as an opportunity and raised his shoulders a bit from the table to let his hands flat on Kurt’s back, making their faces now only an breath apart.

“Don’t stop, Kurt. Let me feel you. Come inside me,” Blaine whimpered, making Kurt thrust in harder, causing Blaine’s moaning to become even more high pitched and his finger tips digging into the delicate skin on Kurt’s back.

Blaine stretched out his neck to bite Kurt’s lower lip with a smile, before Kurt let his weight lean on his left arm as he let his right hand down to grab around Blaine’s dick. He was so hard now that he was afraid that a brief touch from Kurt would make him explode, but he didn’t.

As Kurt started swiping up and down around him, Blaine almost screamed from the feeling and thought of Kurt holding around him whilst being inside him. It was too much. It was too good.

And then it happened; he was certain that he had never tightened so hard, and that he had never felt an orgasm like the one floating through his head, covering his stomach and Kurt’s fingers in the warm drops shooting through the shaft and then running down it.

“I’m almost there,” heaved Kurt frantically, as if he was afraid that Blaine would ask him to stop.
“Don’t stop now. Keep going in me,” groaned Blaine, and Kurt’s left elbow bent making him have to let his right hand support him against the table too.

He started thrusting faster and faster before letting the thrusts slow down but simultaneously get harder before he eventually let in one long hard thrust, making him bend all down over Blaine, letting out a sound that was a mix of “Fuck yes Blaine” and screams and moans, leaving him heaving for air.

Blaine was lying back flat down on the table, and he could feel Kurt’s lips almost touching his chest and his steamy hot breath moisten his already sweaty chest before Kurt fell down letting his cheek clasp to Blaine’s solar plexus, gasping for oxygen, his dick still inside Blaine without caring.

Blaine looked at the stars above them, smiling, before he let his right hand up to caress Kurt’s back, and his left hand stroking his damp hair.
He closed his eyes, letting the night wind cool his skin down while he tried to comprehend what they had just done. He could feel a grin spread across Kurt’s face against his ribs, and he felt a wave of happiness run through his body.

“When did we become so gutsy?” chuckled Blaine, only then realizing how sore his throat had become. His voice sounded rasp when he spoke and he felt like he was dry from his entire mouth all the way to his stomach.

“I don’t know. But I like it.” Kurt lifted himself from Blaine’s body making Blaine see the exhausted expression on his face.
“Oh baby. Are you tired? Do you wanna go to bed?” Blaine lifted himself from the table on his elbows to get a better view of Kurt’s face.

“I was actually thinking to take a shower before going to bed,” Kurt responded. Then he bit his lower lip and let his eyes flicker to Blaine’s stomach before he tiptoed to slip himself out of Blaine, making both of them moan heavily.
Blaine closed his eyes expecting Kurt to leave the balcony to head for the bathroom, but when he opened his eyes again Kurt was still standing there looking at him.

“Uhm, I was thinking - do you wanna maybe join me? For a shower?” Kurt locked his eyes on Blaine as if to let him know that he was serious. Like he needed him to say yes.
“Of course I wanna join you,” said Blaine, forcing himself to sit up, seeing how their clothes had spread all over the place.

He let his feet touch the floor, feeling the coldness of the balcony run through his legs like nails in his blood. Kurt stretched out his arm carefully to fold his hand in Blaine’s so he could lead him to the bathroom.

*

Kurt folded his arms across his chest letting the hot water run down over him. Blaine couldn’t stop himself from seeing how much this pose made Kurt resemble a scared little boy, so he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, dragging him close so Kurt could rest his head on Blaine’s collarbone. They stood in the shower holding each other, letting the hot water pour down over them without holding any track of time.

Blaine started remembering his train of thoughts about the hot water at home, wishing that maybe if the hot water at home could clean Blaine of all worries, then maybe this water could rinse Kurt free of the cancer. Magically make it disappear.

If only he wished it badly enough then maybe it could actually happen. Or maybe he had to tell Kurt about it; two wishes had to be stronger than one.
But he couldn’t. He opened his mouth to tell Kurt about the water, but after having stood there with water running into his mouth and out again for a bit he closed it again. He couldn’t let the words roll over his lips, instead he felt tears run from his eyes mixing with the water.

Blaine had to bite his lips together to not start sobbing. He couldn’t let Kurt know that he was crying. Kurt had way too much on his mind, and it was Blaine’s job to stay strong for him - not the other way around.

He tightened his grip around Kurt’s shoulders, letting his right hand up to caress his neck, hoping that Kurt could feel his affection through his embrace. What would he ever do if Kurt didn’t know just exactly how much he loved him? He needed to know.

“Kurt. I love you. Do you understand that? I fucking love you, okay. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want it all with you - marriage, house, kids; even throw in a freaking dog if you want. I just want it; everything. With you.” Blaine’s voice threatened to break but he had stopped caring. He had no idea how he could even begin to show Kurt how much he loved him, so he decided that he had to start with telling him.
“I love you too, Blaine.” Kurt’s voice was almost inaudible through the running water, but his lips were just beside Blaine’s ear; making Blaine doubt if he had heard his words or just felt them.

Kurt didn’t move. He just stood there with his arms folded across his chest letting Blaine hold him, while Blaine could feel his eyelashes blinking against his shoulder.
Blaine started to imagine that Kurt had turned to stone, and the only thing keeping him human inside the stone shell was Blaine’s arms around him.

“Let’s go to bed,” whimpered Kurt, and without looking at Blaine he left the shower; leaving Blaine to stand under the pouring water by himself looking at Kurt’s naked silhouette through the shower curtain.

When Blaine had turned off the water and stepped out of the shower he saw that Kurt hadn’t started drying himself. He stood in the middle of the bathroom, naked, letting the water drip on the floor.

Blaine stood looking at him for a brief second before he grabbed a towel and walked over to wrap it around Kurt.
Kurt just looked at him under his wet eyelashes looking more exhausted than he had in a really long time.

“Thank you,” Kurt said in a weak voice before he leaned in to kiss Blaine’s nose and opened his arms to let the towel wrap around Blaine too.
“You are tired, honey. We should get dried up and get some sleep,” Blaine said under his breath, resting his cheek against Kurt’s.

Kurt nodded and let out Blaine so he could get a towel for himself so they could get back to the bedroom.
Blaine walked over to his suitcase to find some clothes, but Kurt tripped over letting a hand out of the towel to stop him.

“No. Let’s sleep naked. I just wanna be as close to you as possible right now,” Kurt said quietly through the semi-darkness of the room, a begging in his eyes.
A smile spread across Blaine’s face as he let up a hand onto Kurt’s cheek.

“Yeah. Let’s do that. That sounds nice.” Blaine put his hand on the lower of Kurt’s back and led him to the bed where they both let their towels drop and crawled under the covers. Kurt hurried to lie flat on his back letting Blaine put his head on the hollow spot between his chest and his shoulder so Kurt could fold his arms around him and let his fingers slowly run through the damp curls.

“Blaine. I want all of those things too. With you.” Kurt’s voice was a whisper in the dark room, as if he was afraid they were being watched.
“I know, Kurt. I know. And that’s how it’s gonna be,” Blaine assured him, praying to god that he sounded convincing, because he had to swallow a lump right after the words had escaped his lips.

“I think this has been the best wedding night in history,” Blaine hurried to say to take Kurt’s mind off the thought about the future. Blaine squeezed his grip around Kurt’s waist just a bit as he felt Kurt kiss his hair, before Blaine shifted up to lie on the pillow next to Kurt so he could see his eyes.

“Me too. This has been amazing. We’re in Vegas. We just got married. In Vegas - can you believe it?” Kurt beamed his eyes shining so much that Blaine imagined them to be tiny suns that would be able to light up half the city.

“And the sex. Shit, Anderson, what have I done to deserve your skills?” Kurt pushed him teasingly on the arm making Blaine blush now hoping that his eyes didn’t light up that much after all.

“I know right. That balcony - we gotta get one of those at home. But your skills - you are just magic, Hummel.” Blaine felt ridiculous that he was 19 years old, almost 20, and still blushed talking about sex.

He didn’t know why it had started. He had talked about sex with Kurt before without problems, but then they started dating and it wasn’t just talking about sex anymore; it was talking about having sex with Kurt.

Before Kurt he had never imagined himself having sex with anyone. But as soon as he and Kurt had started dating and they had started making out and it had got more and more heated every time they were alone he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how it would be to have sex with Kurt, but he hadn’t dared telling him.

He had started thinking about it in the shower, started imaging Kurt naked with him. Imagined how his lips tasted and how his hands felt, wondered how Kurt’s naked chest would feel against his own until one day he couldn’t stop himself from imagining how Kurt’s hand would feel around his cock, or how it would to have Kurt inside him before he realized that he was leaning against the tiles jerking himself off whispering Kurt’s name through the water streaming down over his face.

That had been it. He had known that they had to discuss it no matter how awkward it would be. That was the first time he had ever blushed in a conversation about sex; when talking to Kurt about having sex together. After that he hadn’t been able to stop his face from reddening every time.

He knew that Kurt had noticed it. Especially because it had gone the complete opposite way with Kurt. He had been so distant about it, practically afraid of even thinking about it, but then once they had actually had sex the first time he gradually got more confident about it, and now he never blushed but was able to talk about it without second thoughts.

“We are pretty perfect together,” Blaine exclaimed with a chuckle, seeing Kurt nod slowly in agreement.
“Yeah. And uhm - the swearing, don’t ever stop that, cause that’s really sexy,” Kurt commented, letting his eyes show exactly how much he meant it.

“Good, cause I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop it,” Blaine laughed, before he realized that it was around 5 in the morning.
“Sweetie, it’s almost morning. Shouldn’t we try and sleep a bit? So we aren’t all that tired tomorrow,” Blaine suggested softly, afraid that he was going to kill Kurt’s mood.

“Yeah. You’re right. I am completely drained of all energy. It’s been a long night,” Kurt whispered back letting his fingers run through Blaine’s curls one more time.
“Goodnight husband.” Kurt leaned in to let his lips meet Blaine’s softly before he lay down and closed his eyes.

“Goodnight husband,” Blaine whispered back, folding his arm around Kurt’s waist, seeing Kurt smile even though he was about to sleep, before Blaine closed his eyes and went to sleep himself.