Blaine wakes in a bed that is not his own, he can tell by the shift of the mattress springs underneath his bare back, soft but not too bouncy, shaping to fit his body perfectly as he bends and stretches lazily. Its morning, he knows that much, but unsure of the time exactly. The sun isn't too bright behind the thin film of his closed eyelids, more like a light grey with specks of blue and yellow, a cloudy morning with threatening sun, and a mild breeze.

His body is heavy and tired, but in the best way, not because he needs more sleep or more rest, but definitely more of something else. He hasn't woken up feeling this good in a long time, though his body aches and stings in places, there's a delicious thrum of pleasurable undercurrent running through him, igniting him, waking him for more.

He finally opens his eyes to find a tuft of brown and bronzed highlighted hair, just center-meters from his face, traces of familiar smelling shampoo filling his nose. He rolls forward as he smiles, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist, gliding a wide palm up towards his sternum and pulling him back towards him, tight against his chest. Kurt's strong shoulders, toned and defined bump against Blaine's chest and collarbone, a long lean leg inches backwards to tuck intimately between Blaine's thighs. Kurt groans, deep and gruff and Blaine can feel the vibration against his chest, along with the subtle pumping of their hearts and the steady warmth of their breaths.

Blaine buries his nose into Kurt's hair, soft and sweet, peppering kisses along his hairline and temple as they lazily doze on and off together, waking casually, naturally, blissfully. The room around them is decorated light and simple, white walls with carefully polished black and silver furnishings and just a shade of dark purple accented here and there, in the swirl of a lampshade cover or patterned grain of a floor rug.

The room, and the bed are not Blaine's own, but he is home still, he is comfortable and safe and happy, with this man in his arms, he is, will always be home. Blaine knows that this room will soon become a familiar surrounding, that the mattress beneath him will learn the mould of his body, and that the closet across the way may start housing some of his suits, the chest of drawers opposite the bed may display some of his products and that there may be playful arguments over mirror time.

He can picture Jester's kitty bed sitting near the curve of the far corner, his new favourite spot to slumber being the dip between Kurt's plush pillows. Blaine's heart feels so full that he could cry, tears of joy and relief, this is all that he ever wanted, could hope and dream for, and it wasn't once something that he would have considered before meeting Kurt. His chest restricts, beating hard and fast with just the thoughts of the future, just the thoughts of more, and more still.

*

“Come on buddy, come in here and see Daddy-”

Kurt almost drops his phone down into his lap with the outburst of his own snort of laughter. Blaine heads through the doorway grinning widely, carrying a tray, with Jester twisting between his ankles, purring happily. He snickers as he carefully slides back into bed, bumping thighs with Kurt whilst skilfully still holding the tray, Jester hops up at the foot of the mattress, burying himself into the covers beside their crossed ankles.

Kurt swats his shoulder lightly. “Um no, none of that, thank you very much.” Kurt chides playfully as he takes his coffee cup from Blaine's tray gratefully, blowing across the steaming fluffy surface. Blaine has added whipped foam and chocolate sprinkles this morning. “Besides aren't you Daddy?” 

Blaine's smiles and shakes his head whilst he places the tray down on to the side table. “No, I think I'm just Blaine, or ‘the guy that feeds me'.” He shrugs, “I think he loves you more, anyway.”

Kurt giggles, shaking his head. “Will I be signing adoption papers soon then?” Blaine smiles, buries himself back into the propped up pillows and sighs happily. There is more than enough time to talk about other aspects of their new budding love and hopeful future, other elements, unspoken questions and thoughts. This all feels too good, too right.

“My dad sent me a text.” Kurt says, looking at Blaine, the weight of his phone still in his free hand, obviously spurring on a forgotten thought.

“And?” Blaine replies, calmly and evenly.

“He and Sam are gonna come over later, he's ok, they had a good night apparently, watching TiVo, drinking beer and eating chips.” Blaine smiles and nods. “He may want to talk to you, but I honestly don't know, maybe all that needs to be said has been already. But I know that we're ok. I think that now we'll be good, we'll build bridges. I'm starting to feel like me and again, and my dad is like my dad again and it's all-”

Blaine presses whiskery a kiss to his cheek, stubble brushing stubble. He doesn't wanting to interrupt Kurt he but just cant himself, “Great?” He supplies. Kurt cups his jaw and kisses him back.

“It's perfect.”   

They eat the small buffet of breakfast fingers foods that Blaine had prepared and set up on the small plastic tray, in a comfortable and easy almost silence, occasionally giggling, sharing sticky sweet kisses and feeding each other bites of bread and pastry.

Blaine had disappeared a short while ago, after hearing the mutual hungry rumble of their stomachs, ignoring Kurt's complaints of dressing in a pair of white boxer-briefs, but soon placated at the delicious sight of him swaying his hips and his ass as he left the room, and the fact that they were in fact his own, not Blaine's. There was something primal and oh so hot about it, something so small yet so big.

Blaine can still feel the quiver in his thighs and the stretch of his muscles, the aftermath of all of the exertion from earlier that morning, all of the strength and precision he'd used in fucking Kurt until he was clawing at the mattress, whimpering and crying out Blaine's name in nothing short of utter ecstasy.    

Kurt looks up some emails and messages on his phone whilst they eat and Blaine leans into his side, his chin pressed to his shoulder. They discuss up coming meetings and events, aligning and comparing their schedules and what they're going to wear to the foundation gala that Kurt is cutting the red ribbon for in a few weeks.

Kurt presses his phone to his chest and looks down at Blaine, smiling fondly and eyes shining.

“We're really doing this aren't we?” Blaine looks up at him, eyes crinkled and lips curved in thought, Kurt smiles and kisses him, it's too hard not to. “Like we're just looking at our schedules, planning stuff like we always do, fighting about who gets to wear what colour and what desert to order at next weeks dinner with the board of directors, all whilst were just casually, lying here, naked, in bed together-”

“Mostly naked-” Blaine supplies, placing the tray and their finished and empty dishes down on the night stand and rolling on to his side to look up at Kurt fully.

“Mostly naked,” Kurt corrects himself, “And that needs to change.” He says, eyes rolling downwards seductively and playfully to the sheet covering Blaine's lower body. Blaine giggles, his stomach swooping with anticipation. All in good time, he thinks.

“But it's pretty great though isn't it, that we can be like this?” Kurt says, lowering himself down and closer to Blaine.

“Yeah,” Blaine breathes, “Of course we're doing it. And it's pretty great indeed Fan-freaking-tastic.” He hadn't actually thought about it, hadn't actually realised that here they were already interspersing their professional and personal lives like it was second nature, so natural, so easy. They could actually do this, this was all going to be ok, it was going to work.

Kurt bumps their noses together, smiles and pulls Blaine's lips between his own, “Mine in all ways now,” He teases, “Mine to boss about, mine to-” He squeaks when Blaine tackles him down on to his back, shushing him, arms pinned on either side of his body.

They laugh and kiss, and rub and fondle each other, forgetting about Jester who is politely trying to ignore them whilst he's jostled around at the foot of the bed. “Last night,” Blaine starts, pulling back slightly. “Last night, you said that I was finally yours?”

Kurt nods, cheeks flushing in that way that Blaine loves, he quirks an eye brow meaning that he's waiting for Blaine to continue. “Well for me there's no finally about it, I've always felt like yours, couldn't think of anyone else I wanted or anywhere else I wanted to be.”

Kurt's cheeks colour prettily, “I think that maybe I meant that I finally had you where I wanted you, where I needed you.” Blaine scoffs.

“You could have had that from the beginning you idiot, you know that, like I said, always yours.”

“Why do you always have to say stuff like that?” Kurt gushes, poking him, smiling wide and toothy and bright.

“Because it's true,” Blaine stills his tickling, wandering hands. “And I'm not a liar.” Kurt smiles and Blaine recognises it, it's one of his mischievous, smug grins.

“Oh I beg to differ. You in fact are a liar.” He accuses playfully, drawing out his words, deep and husked.

“Oh?” Blaine imitates his tone, their legs sweeping and brushing together underneath the covers.

“Yes, oh. You said that you wouldn't expect from me, that you didn't want more and that there were no promises, but you were lying, you wanted it all along-”

Blaine feels a little winded, breath and words knocked from him, a little flushed and honestly a little ashamed, but still he cant hide the proud smile that spreads across his face, at the fact that Kurt had been able to figure him out. Kurt had known all along and stayed, still pushed himself, still allowed Blaine to continue to press on their journey of discovery and acceptance and ultimately love.

“What can I say? You've got me there.” He says quietly, ducking his chin. Kurt catches it within his fingers and guides their lips back together, slowly moulding and shaping perfectly. Blaine almost shivers with the quiet intensity of it all, the warm breaths they share and the gentle scrape and slide of their leg hair.

“Yes I have. And you me.”

*

When Burt and Sam arrive, it's almost dinner time and Kurt and Blaine are in the middle of dancing around each other in the kitchen preparing chunks of grilled chicken, salad and baby organic potatoes. Jester watches them from his perch on the back of one of the couches in the living room, his tail curled around him, thumping pleasantly.

Blaine reheats what he can of last night's discarded Chinese food, knowing that Sam will be none too pleased if he thinks that food as delicious and unhealthy as that has gone to waste.

The unlikely pair exit the elevator with loud greetings and when Sam enters the living room moments later, he wastes no time in hurrying forward, following his nose and seating himself at the island, immediately digging in to flavoured chicken and rice and noodles.

Blaine greets Sam with a smile, a nod and a half assed shoulder nudge and then makes himself busy preparing everyone a drink, purposefully trying to seem like he's not listening or paying attention to what else is happening in the room, even though truthfully, he really, really is. He cares.

Kurt and Blaine had discussed this earlier, whilst finally peeling themselves away from each other, swapping out the sheets and remaking the bed and starting to mutually shower and dress. Kurt had said that he didn't want Blaine to leave, he and his dad didn't need any more private time, they'd already had that yesterday when Kurt had followed him into the elevator. Or as private as walking around central park for hours can get. They talked, they cried, they laughed, they briefly hugged and then called for Sam when it became too cold to try and do anything else.

Kurt needs Blaine, like his anchor, his safety net. He's going to put on his big boy pants and deal, and that starts with finally, actually admitting out loud, his special ‘thing' with Blaine, whether that be threw actions or words.

Kurt puts down the salad bowl he had been holding and tentatively closes the space between he and his dad as Burt meekly enters the rooms, wringing a baseball cap in his hands. Blaine tries to calm the sudden thump in his chest, the wave of emotion and swell of pride that washes over him as he watches the two men greet each other with tentative smiles and a quick but warm and soft hug and back pat.

They eat huddled around the small kitchen counter space, digging in to the different array of dishes and Blaine and Sam both have to smile when Kurt tries to reprimand his father for spooning an overly large portion of chicken and noodles and fried vegetables rather than the healthier green leaf salad. Barely reunited and back on common ground and familiar terms with each other and Kurt is already back to his good old ways. Old habits die hard.

Quiet, easy chatter, laughter and commentary on subjects such as sports and fashion and even the weather fill the room up into the early evening, and when the dishes have been cleared away and they're all seated on the living room couches with a slice of pecan cake and liquor coffees, the conversation and atmosphere continues with full force.

Sam is on top form tonight with his impressions and gimmicks, seeming to come out of his shell with Burt's presence, he's providing the perfect go-between, and his presence is greatly appreciated and enjoyed.

“So I've booked a flight back home for tomorrow morning, Sam's gonna drop me off at the airport.” Burt says airily during a quiet pause in conversation, finishing off his desert and gently placing the plate with a few crumbs scattered around on the floor by his feet.

Jester notices immediately and comes tapping over excitedly, Blaine clicks his fingers and smiles at the affronted expression he's fired with as Jes slowly backs away from the plate.

“Oh, ok,” Kurt says softly, nodding in response to Burt. He looks a little sad but also a look of understanding crosses his face. Burt waves a hand in the air between the space of the two sofas.

“I've had a great time kid, you and Blaine have been very accommodating, but it's time get back. I miss my chair.” He grins and they all share a chuckle.

“Shouldn't you be saying that about your wife?” Kurt asks playfully, and they all nod knowingly and laugh some more.

“You'll not leave it too long before your back right?” Sam asks, looking at Burt and waggling his foot around on the floor, causing Jester to swerve after his dangling laces.

Burt gives him a shoulder pat beside him and grins happily. “No son, don't worry I'll be back, soon.”

“Hopefully you'll bring Carole with you next time too?” Blaine offers from his and Kurt's sofa. They're sitting side by side, thighs just resting together, and hands just lingering every now and then, not too intimate, just comfortable, just right.

Both Sam and Burt can't deny that their looks towards the two have been a little long and their knowing smirks have been a little too obvious, though politely so. They're just happy, they're just relieved, everybody is.  

Kurt straightens beside Blaine and nods excitedly, showing the fact that he approves of the idea of both Burt and Carole coming back to visit soon.

“Of course,” Burt says loud and bright. “I'm already anticipating the tongue lashing that I'm gonna get because of what she's missed out on these past few days.”

And with that Kurt dials her cell number and puts her on loud-speaker, so that the five of them can all catch up and chat collectively and animatedly. The shrieks of delight and curling laughter that occurs could probably be heard from the lobby downstairs, but nobody is in a place of caring about that right now.

The conversation wraps up with a definite planned visit in the next few months, when they can coincide the trip with Independence day or something, and make a real celebration of it. Arrangements for fireworks and hog-roasts and other things are discussed which Kurt rolls his eyes at but Blaine knows that he's secretly bouncing inside, because so is he.

This is his future, his family.   

*

A little later that evening Sam brings Blaine's Xbox down from his room, plugs it into the big screen, and is avidly trying to show Burt how to play a new interactive golfing game.

Blaine has somehow ended up curled up on one side of the other sofa with his guitar in his lap, lazily plucking at the strings while Kurt lingers close to his side, offering his fingers and his smiles often. It's all so natural, an automatic easy comfort, no limits, no restrictions, no expectations.

Every person within these walls of Kurt's home, are his home, and Blaine's, their home. There's no judgement here, they are just them, they can just be.

Of course the moment that Santana chooses to make her grand entrance is the same moment when Kurt bravely moulds his fingers over Blaine's on the wooden neck of the guitar, sliding smoothly and skilfully along with him as they create a light lovely tune, his eyes a silvery blue, sparkle as he watches what their joint hands are doing, Blaine's darkening and smouldering by the second.

“Oh my god.” Santana throws her arms out dramatically as she slowly paces forward. “Have I entered a twilight zone or somehting?” She says, grinning too widely, eyes pinned on Kurt and Blaine's hands and then flicking to Burt casually playing video games just a few feet away. It's all so domestic.

Kurt clucks his tongue at her and Blaine smirks, shaking his head and lightly nudging the guitar so that it bumps into Kurt. It's a silent sweet gesture, a one that says ‘are you ok? Is this ok?'

However Santana ends her outburst there, shrugging out of her jacket and dropping herself down on to the sofa on Kurt's other side, causing them to bounce a little with the cushions. Sam barely addresses her arrival, not able to peel his eyes away from the screen and Burt chuckles lowly, waving a hand before muttering because he missed out on a vital button press.

“Finally.” She whispers, crossing her legs over Kurt's lap, her grin proud and smug and reaches over to ruffle Blaine's hair whilst he tries to continue plucking away softly.

“Yeah,” Kurt breathes after some time, just taking it all in. His eyes smiling at Santana, then over at Sam trying to help his dad before he loses the competition and then landing them on heavily on Blaine's face, his lips parted in concentration, his wet pink tongue darting out adorably. “Finally.” 

*

Epilogue

…Some years later…

Job Title: Personal Assistant

Location: New York City, Manhattan

Work Pattern: To be negotiated though will be mostly required to start off at three or four week days over five (mostly as and when needed, depending on nature of work that day)

Start Date: Negotiable

Experience: Not essential, training will be offered

Education Level: N/A

Salary: $28,000 per year (to be negotiated and compromised depending on circumstance)

Brief Job Summary and back story:

As you may already be aware, Mr Anderson will continue being solely responsible for Mr Hummel's personal and business affairs, not only as his fiancé but also as his personal assistant and business associate and representative.

However because of his own personal rising and rather hectic career and lifestyle,  this position will require the use of a Personal Assistant, to work for both Mr Hummel, supporting and assisting with his design business and events among other things occasionally, and also Mr Anderson with the running of his and Mr Hummel's joint new record label and production company associated with KHummel enterprises.

This will be a laid back role, with room to grow and learn. Honesty and effort will be greatly appreciated and awarded.

Requirements as follows:

·         Discreet, honest, loyal and trustworthy and highly flexible

·         Able to manage confidential information

·         Exceptional organizational and multi-tasking skills

·         Strong with following-up and attention to detail

·         Proficient in computing and most word programs

·         Ability to prioritize and meet effective deadlines.

·         Excellent communication skills.

 -Candidate must be willing to sign a Non- Disclosure Agreement-

If interested and suited to this post, please send an appropriate resume and a short covering letter to;

Recruitment at:  A-H-organization@hmail.com

--Please Note- The position holder will be required to commute from their home to the Anderson-Hummel organization New York City down town offices, and the successful applicant will be contracted for a minimum of six months with a review and the view of seeking to strive and achieve.—

Both Mr Hummel and Mr Anderson would like to take this opportunity to warmly thank you for your interest and enthusiasm regarding this post and both their professional and personal journeys, both things which are very close to their hearts, and could not have achieved without continued support from their loyal staff, colleagues and  generous fans.

…

…Fin…