Their families only stayed one more day. Burt and Carole needed to get the kids back to Ohio; John and Leizel to finalize plans for their own wedding just days away. Only Cooper remained in New York, his new home. He joked they could go to the wedding together, split the cost of the room. Blaine had just shoved him away as he shook his head laughing.

New Haven was nice, a beautiful town and Kurt could see the appeal of living there. Both their dreams lay in New York, but Kurt thought maybe when they retired it would be nice. John and Leizel's wedding was equally as beautiful, though Kurt's favorite part was the reception. He would never turn down the opportunity to dance all night with his husband. Unlike their own wedding where he had to share Blaine with countless others and had been pulled away himself; here, he only had to share him with his mom and then only for two dances. The first he watched as Blaine guided her over the dance floor, twin smiles on their faces. The second he was surprised when John asked him to dance. It was awkward, both used to leading and soon they just swayed from side to side talking.

"They are amazing aren't they?" John commented looking over at their soulmates.

Kurt smiled fondly at them, "They are. We are really lucky to get to spend our lives with them."

"And hey, soon I get to brag to my students that my step-son-in-law is a Broadway star." John joked.

Kurt laughed, "How about we see how the show goes over before you start bragging. But I think it is safe just to call me your son-in-law, you are already more of a dad to Blaine than his own ever was. I know Blaine feels the same, although it may be a while before he will admit it."

"You really get him don't you?" John asked.

Kurt shrugged, "I do, but isn't that the way it is supposed to be."

"I guess it is. I'm glad he had you when he found out about his mom and me. She said it hit him pretty hard, but he seems alright with it now."

"He was afraid you wouldn't like him. It makes sense what with his father." Kurt said.

John laughed, "It does, and he is a great kid. I'm lucky."

The song ended and Kurt found Blaine back in his arms, he kissed him gently as they moved to the music. "You know, we still haven't danced our tango." Kurt whispered in his ear just to see him blush.

"Maybe back at the hotel." He said looking up at Kurt through his lashes.

Not long after they made their excuses and left the wedding.

All thoughts of the tango left Kurt's mind when they entered the room. He had other plans, other things he wanted to do. "Strip," Kurt order as the door clicked shut. Blaine only paused a moment letting the command sink in before obeying. Kurt watched as piece by piece Blaine's suit was discarded and laid gently over the back of a chair.

The moment his underwear joined the rest Blaine fell to his knees, head bowed and hands loose. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." Kurt murmured tugging lightly at Blaine's hair making him look up.

"Only for you Mahal Ko," Blaine whispered into the quiet room.

"Go grab the lube from my bag." Kurt said as he began removing his own clothes. He then called over his shoulder, "And my love, there are two blue scarves in there, bring those too."

Blaine's eyes widened a fraction before he answered, "Yes, Mahal Ko."

When Blaine returned to his side, Kurt was naked. He took the items from his hand. "Now go sit on the bed, your back against the headboard."

"Yes, Mahal Ko." Blaine whimpered as he moved. Kurt followed him but didn't get on the bed yet, instead he stood to one side and watched as Blaine positioned himself not questioning, just obeying.

"I'm going to tie you up. I want you to feel but not touch. Give me your right hand." Blaine obeyed silently. Kurt tied his hand to the post of the headboard, tight but not taut enough to strain him. He then made his way to the other side of the bed. "Left arm," was all he had to say before Blaine was holding it out to him. He did the same on that side. Kurt then crawled on the bed and teased every inch of available skin with his lips just listening to the whimpers coming from Blaine. He knew it was exquisite torture for Blaine to be touched but not allowed to reciprocate. When his whimpers grew frantic, Kurt straddled his hips and kissed him long, deep and dirty. He poured every ounce of desire into the kiss owning Blaine's mouth in the process. Blaine bucked his hips and then moaned at the small amount of friction he got before Kurt had moved out of his space.

"Not yet my love." Kurt purred in his ear. "First you are going to watch me finger myself open for you. You will watch and wish it was your ass I was worshiping, getting ready for my cock. And when I don't think I can take anymore I am going to ride you. I'll fuck myself on your cock and you will just take it how I want it."

Blaine's moans hit a fever pitch as he said, "Yes, Mahal Ko. Please, please use me- fuck yourself on me- please- anything you want." Kurt turned around rested his chest on Blaine's feet, he knew Blaine could only see his ass, nothing else mattered. He slicked his fingers and slowly began opening himself, knowing his husband could do nothing but watch, even if he wanted to. One finger became two. He moaned wantonly knowing each noise he emitted was only making Blaine more desperate. By the time he had added a third he was just as desperate as Blaine sounded. He allowed himself to look over his shoulder at Blaine. He was obeying so well, his eyes were wide as he watched Kurt's fingers disappear into his own ass. He barely blinked just watched as his cock leaked an almost steady stream onto his own stomach. "Do you want this?" Kurt asked moaning his own all-encompassing desire. "Do you want my body to swallow your cock? Want me to ride you until you can't even remember where I stop and you begin?"

Blaine could hardly form words, just one long guttural cry that eventually turned into. "Please, anything, Mahal Ko. I just need you."

Kurt pulled his fingers out unable to control his whimper at the empty feeling their loss brought. He turned around and kissed Blaine, his tongue owning his mouth, taking it in a base animalistic way, all the while spreading a mix of precome and lube up and down his shaft leaving Blaine a whimpering mess beneath him. Without warning, Kurt lowered himself, piercing himself on Blaine's throbbing cock.

They panted against each other's mouths as Kurt adjusted to the too full feeling of having Blaine inside him. It was different than the last time Blaine had topped, instead of feeling powerless and out of control he felt a new kind of dominance coursing through him. This Kurt could get used to. He grabbed Blaine's head between his hands and locked eyes with him as he slowly began to move his hips. The drag of Blaine's cock against his prostate egged him on and he rose and seated himself once more. He sped his movements chasing his release confident in the fact that he would lead Blaine to his own as well. He continued to kiss Blaine muffling the noises they were making. His thighs began to ache with the effort but the burn only urged him on. It was getting to be too much though and he knew he couldn't keep up the pace alone. He broke the kiss long enough to look to the side and untie one wrist after the other. "Help me," he commanded as he placed each hand on his ass. With Blaine helping to lift him, Kurt continued to pound himself on Blaine's cock. When he didn't think he would last much longer, he whimpered, "Come when I do."

In moment's Kurt felt himself tip over and he was spurting white streaks across Blaine's chest some even landing on his chin and he felt Blaine pulsing deep inside him. He collapsed back down against Blaine smearing the come between them. Blaine's body was lax, Kurt knew he was lost in subspace and let himself feel his aftershocks vibrating through him. It seemed like hours before Blaine's hand began rubbing up and down his back, though it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. "Wow," Blaine mumbled.

"Okay, I was right," Kurt said finally lifting himself off Blaine's now flaccid cock and snuggling down into the bedding ,too tired to care about the cleanup. "It was totally better with me riding you."

Blaine gave a tired laugh. "We can do that as often as you want, just promise me I get your cock too sometimes."

"Don't worry, I love your ass too much to give that up, but this is a definite alternative. " Kurt said kissing the top of Blaine's head that was now pillowed on his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mahal Ko," was Blaine's sleepy reply.

They returned to New York the next day ready to start a new chapter of their lives. Soon Blaine would be returning to school, his final year laid out before him. Kurt to a dream he never really thought could come true. Together they would navigate it. The two of them against the world. Always.

Kurt paced his dressing room, unable to tamp down his nerves. He needed to move. Sitting and just waiting was not helping. He knew from experience he would be fine once places were called but the wait was bound to kill him. Opening night was finally upon them after over a year of workshops and rehearsals all their hard work was about to pay off. 'The Fool on the Hill' was about to open on Broadway at last. 

He knew the audience was filled with critics ready to tear him apart but he also knew friends and family were out there too. Rachel was there letting an understudy take over her ensemble role tonight to cheer on her friend. Elliot and Draco were as well, just back from their honeymoon. His dad, Carole and the kids, now officially a family had flown in from Ohio just as Kurt had promised. Aggie had shown off her new dress, bought special for the occasion, when he dropped them off at their hotel the day before and August had hugged him silently thanking him for not letting him down. Leizel and John were sitting beside them, Kurt knew. And Blaine, Blaine was cloistered in his own dressing room waiting for his own Broadway debut. Three months before, Kurt's costar had broken his leg rendering him unable to perform. All Kurt had done was secure Blaine an audition, he had wowed them all on his own earning the part. 

Just when Kurt thought he couldn't take it a moment longer a knock sounded at his door. Without even waiting for a reply Blaine walked in, a smile of his face. "Are you ready to go make history?" he asked. 

"What do you mean?" Kurt said his nerves melting away at the sight of his husband, his soulmate. 

"I checked, never in the history of Broadway have soulmates opened a show as the headliners. Dad will be excited, he can teach about us finally. So are you ready to make theatre history?"

"With you?" Kurt asked pulling him close, "Always." Kurt lost himself in the kiss until he heard the stage manager call places.