“Do you think we'll be like that?”

They were sitting in the dark on the glider in the Hummel back yard, Kurt nestled in Blaine's arms for a change, probably because being home again always seemed to bring out the inner teenager he tried to keep hidden most of the time. The light from the kitchen window cast night-shadows all around them and behind it Kurt could see Carole at the sink rinsing dishes and handing them off to his dad. Right before Blaine spoke they had paused mid-handoff, smiled at each other, and kissed in one swift peck.

“Of course we will,” Kurt said. “Although we'll have better wardrobe.”

“I'm serious, Kurt. When I'm old and you're . . . will you still . . .”

“Kiss you when we do the dishes?”

“Will you still want me? Like, want me?”

Kurt sighed, because he was really comfortable stretched out on the glider with his head pillowed on Blaine's new Christmas sweater, but he sat up and turned to face his soulmate. Who really seemed to think that this was a question that needed an answer.

“Blaine. Sweetie. We're soulmates.”

“I know that but –”

“And when you're old and I'm . . . in the prime of late middle age, yes, I am still going to want you.”

Blaine gave him a little smile-frown and lowered his eyes, which kind of made Kurt want him right now. “But what if I get gray hair? Or wrinkles?”

“Gray hair is distinguished. And I forbid you to get wrinkles. I've spent far too much money on moisturizer to ever allow that to happen.”

This time the smile was more smile than frown. But Blaine still didn't look up. “But what if I do?”

“Oh! I know!” Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, which forced him, finally, to raise his eyes. “I'll forbid you to get wrinkles and then if you do, I can punish you for disobedience. Five strokes for each line. With the tawse. Because really, wrinkles are inexcusable.”

That, at least, earned him a full smile. “What if all my teeth fall out?”

“Well some people would consider that a bonus.”

“Kurt!”

Kurt laughed and reached to stroke Blaine's cheek, twisting his fingers in the soft hair that curled around Blaine's ear. “I promise I am going to want you forever. Even when you're a hundred. I promise I'll make you climb out of your wheelchair and suck my dick with your toothless mouth while I beat your ass for getting wrinkles. And I'll love every minute of it.”

He pecked Blaine's lips, an identical peck to the one that had started this conversation, then settled back again as he had been, cuddled against Blaine's sweater.

“Well as long as we're clear on that,” Blaine said.

“Crystal.” Kurt smiled up at the stars that twinkled over their heads. The kitchen light switched off, extinguishing the shadows around them. “I will love you no matter how much you fall apart. Except . . .”

“Except what?” Blaine asked, tightening his arms around Kurt's shoulders.

“Well, if your ass goes, that's a deal breaker. Then I'll totally be trading you in for the 2080s version of Channing Tatum.”

“Oh, well, of course. I completely understand.”

“As long as we're clear on that.”

Kurt felt Blaine's lips press a kiss to the top of his head. “Crystal.”