He smiled at the desk clerk who handed him the key to the suite. She motioned towards the elevators, rattling off the hours for the pool and continental breakfast, neither of which Blaine was interested in. He walked towards Kurt and smiled when he saw him twisting the small silver band around his finger. “Second thoughts?” he grinned, placing a hand on Kurt’s shoulder.

Smiling, Kurt looked up at him. “Never in a million years. Did you get all checked in?”

“Yeah” he took Kurt’s hand leading him towards the elevators. He hoped that the silence from Kurt’s direction meant that he was as nervous as Blaine was. The doors slid shut with a metallic grating sound and Blaine’s hand tightened around Kurt’s. What did you say at a time like this? Luckily Blaine wasn’t left wondering in silence when Kurt finally spoke up.

“Tonight was wonderful, you did an amazing job.”

“Coming from you that’s a huge compliment” Blaine laughed, kissing the tip of Kurt’s nose.

“I mean, it, everything was wonderful.”

“It was. I’m so glad I got to share it with you. Oh, did you enjoy our mew version of ‘Teenage Dream’?”

Kurt glared at Blaine before answering. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again I will kill you.”

“What?” Blaine asked, feigning innocence. “You didn’t like it?”

“Making me want to jump you in the middle of our reception in front of my father was not your smartest move.”

“You loved it” Blaine smirked as the doors slid open to the top floor of the hotel. He pulled Kurt along to the end of the hall where their suite was. He unlocked the door with trembling fingers, taking him twice to get the door to unlock. He kicked the door open and turned, sweeping Kurt up in his arms. “Put me down!” Kurt yelled, thrashing around.

“Simmer down” Blaine grinned before tossing Kurt onto the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Kurt did his best to look offended. “You manhandled me on our wedding night!”

“You liked it” Blaine laughed as he climbed onto the bed, straddling Kurt. He pressed a soft kiss to Kurt’s lips, slipping a hand into the silky strands of hair. Kurt tugged on his lapels, trying to pull Blaine closer. Blaine pressed another soft kiss to Kurt’s lips before moving off of Kurt and the bed.

Kurt whined as the presence of Blaine left. “Hey, come back. Where are you going?”

“Out on the balcony, come join me.”

Kurt rolled off the bed and followed the retreating form on his husband out onto the balcony. He sucked in a sharp breath as he took in the view. Lights from all over the city were glittering against the black night sky. He watched the red and white lights of cars traveling across the city in streams. He heard Blaine reenter the hotel room and soon heard the soft crooning voice of Elvis singing softly in the background. Blaine returned with two glasses of champagne, setting them on the small glass table next to them. As Elvis continued singing in the background, Blaine took a hold of Kurt’s hand, pulling the taller boy towards him.

Kurt let his head rest on Blaine’s shoulder, the height difference making it just slightly uncomfortable. They stood there swaying back and forth in silence, holding on to one another. They stayed like that for a while, content in the silence together, words not needing to be spoken.
Blaine pulled away at last, pressing a soft kiss on Kurt’s lips once again. He’d never get tired of kissing Kurt. When they were ninety years old he’d still revel in the way that Kurt’s lips felt against his own. He let go of Kurt’s hand, picking up the glasses of champagne, offering one to Kurt.

They stood there, sipping the drinks and watching the moon rise brightly into the sky. “It’s beautiful” Kurt breathed.

“I know you are.”

Kurt turned to face Blaine who was watching him, a small smile playing on his lips. “You aren’t too shabby looking yourself Mr. Anderson.”

“Hummel-Anderson” Blaine reminded him, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s face. He pulled Kurt to him with his free hand, kissing him hard but sweet, tasting the champagne on his mouth. “God I love you.”

“Love you too” Kurt whispered before kissing Blaine back, wrapping a hand into his curls, pulling him closer, kissing him hungrily.

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They tumbled backwards onto the bed together, mouths never leaving each other. Kurt landed with a small ‘oof’ as Blaine fell on top of him. Kurt pushed the tux jacket off of Blaine’s shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Kurt himself had lost his own jacket somewhere between the balcony and the bed and Blaine was now attacking the bow tie around his neck.

Kurt nimbly untied Blaine’s tie and threw it to the ground on top of the jacket before reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He briefly struggled with the cummerbund before jerking it and Blaine’s shirt off and tossing them to the floor. Blaine had added Kurt’s shirt and belt to the ever-growing pile of clothes and was working on kissing every inch of exposed skin he could.

Blaine kissed the hollow of Kurt’s throat, eliciting a soft moan from the boy beneath him. Kurt thrust upwards into Blaine, trying to get friction. He kissed Kurt’s shoulders and collarbones, working his way down Kurt’s chest before lapping at Kurt’s nipple and teasing it with his teeth. Kurt moaned louder, his hands trying desperately to undo Blaine’s trousers, wanting and needing to be pressed skin to skin. Blaine grinned wickedly before allowing Kurt to slide off his trousers, adding them to the pile before working on Kurt’s pants and letting them fall with his. Blaine rocked back onto his heels, staring down at Kurt’s perfect body. He bent his head down and pressed a soft kiss to the flat stomach and worked his way upwards.

He kissed the sweet skin, breathing in the scent of vanilla and cologne. He licked along Kurt’s side, across his ribs, softly blowing on the damp skin, setting Kurt’s nerves to tingling. He worked his way up, stopping to take one nipple at a time into his mouth, licking and sucking until they were both swollen and pink.

Kurt was panting and moaning beneath him, his erection visible through the boxer briefs he had on. Blaine was hard too, but he wanted this to last, wanted it to be special, to be perfect. He captured Kurt’s mouth in a hot searing kiss, their tongues tangling together.

Kurt ran his hands along Blaine’s body, reveling in the feel of his taut back muscles, the strong arms he was propped up on. He kissed the arm that was next to his head, the taste of salty sweat mixing with Blaine’s own taste. He slid a hand between their bodies, slowly stroking Blaine who moaned deeply into Kurt’s mouth.
Blaine pressed downward into Kurt’s hand, unable to stop himself. His hips rolled forward of their own accord, finding the needed friction of Kurt’s hand. Blaine pulled back and fumbled with his boxers, almost falling off the bed when they tangled around his foot.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of Kurt’s boxer briefs, staring hungrily as he slid them off Kurt’s toned body. He sat and stared, relishing the pale skin beneath him, contrasting beautifully with his own tanned skin.
Blaine slid down to the edge of the bed, grabbing one of Kurt’s feet and began to massage it. He worked each of Kurt’s toes between his fingers, moving to stroke the arch. Kurt wiggled a bit, the touch tickling the sole of his foot. Blaine kissed each of Kurt’s toes tenderly then worked his way along the bottom and sides, taking care to cover every inch.

Once he was finished with the left foot he moved to the right, giving it the same amount of care and attention as the first. After lavishing his attention on Kurt’s feet, watching as Kurt relaxed into the pillows, he began kissing his way past Kurt’s ankles, up his calves and to his thighs. He kissed each hip bone in turn, nuzzling his way across and up Kurt’s stomach and rib cage, pausing to suck red marks onto the pale skin every now and then.

Kurt’s breathing was hitching as he watched Blaine make his way up his body. No one had ever taken care of him like this and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Every touch of Blaine’s hand sent shivers down Kurt’s spine; every place Blaine kissed was as if it had been set on fire.

Blaine paused, his hot breath ghosting across Kurt’s tingling skin, sending every impulse straight to Kurt’s cock. Kurt watched with lust-filled eyes as Blaine lowered his head, slowly licking along the side of Kurt’s cock from base to head. He swirled his tongue around the top, lapping at the small slit at the top. Blaine made a low humming sound as he wrapped a hand around Kurt, feeling and tasting him at the same time.

Blaine slowly let go of Kurt’s cock and slid back up the slender body, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s lips. Kurt let out a small whimper at the loss of Blaine on his cock, but slowly moaned as Blaine continued kissing him, sliding a lubed finger into his ass.

Kurt arched into Blaine, needing Blaine closer and deeper. His breathing increased as the pace of Blaine’s finger increased. Blaine slid in another finger, kissing Kurt hard, his free hand gripping Kurt’s side. Blaine added another finger and hooked them, hitting the spot that caused Kurt to moan obscenities.

Kurt rocked against Blaine’s hand, needing more and needing it now. “Please Blaine” he breathed into Blaine’s ear, pressing up against him. Blaine pulled his fingers out, cutting off Kurt’s whine with his mouth.

Blaine rubbed a liberal amount of lube onto his cock, as he lined himself up with Kurt’s entrance. He slowly slid into Kurt, his hazel eyes locking on Kurt’s clear blue ones. He slid in, waited a moment for Kurt to adjust and then slowly began to slide in and out of the man beneath him.

Blaine leaned over, kissing Kurt as he continued to move inside him. “I could make love you to every night for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it” he hummed into Kurt’s ear.

Kurt kissed him back, the warmth and love in that one simple kiss enough to show Blaine that he felt the same way. Kurt gripped Blaine’s arms, holding onto him as if he were an anchor in the sea of emotion flooding through him.
Blaine rocked slowly, continuously kissing Kurt, the rising sensation of his orgasm slowly building. He wouldn’t rush, would let it slowly build, let the soft buzzing in his ears get louder with each thrust, the simple idea that he was making love to his husband enough for him.

They stayed like that for a while, mouths locked, Blaine rocking into Kurt until their orgasms surged forwards. Blaine came first, calling out Kurt’s name as he did. Kurt followed, gasping for air and Blaine’s name breaking past his lips.

Blaine collapsed next to Kurt, arms weak as he rolled to the side, pressing against Kurt’s body. “I love you” he softly whispered into the air.

“I love you too Blaine” Kurt said, his face breaking into a huge grin.

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“You can’t just hand me a ticket to Tulsa, Oklahoma and expect me to get on the plane with you Blaine Anderson!” Kurt was making a scene but he didn’t care. There was no way in hell he was going to Oklahoma for his honeymoon.

“Trust me, it isn’t our final stop. Please just get on the plane babe.” Blaine was looking at Kurt frantically, trying to get him to board the plane. “It’s First-Class and everything. I promise.”

Kurt let out a small huff of air to show Blaine that he wasn’t pleased with the arrangements but he finally boarded the plane. He dropped into the padded leather seat and stared out the window next to him. Blaine slid his hand onto Kurt’s lap, holding Kurt’s hand.

“Please don’t be mad babe. I promise you’ll like where we’re going.”

“Is it out of the country?”

“If I say yes will you love me?”

“I already do, but I will stop pouting if you say yes.”

“Then yes.”

“You’re not just saying that to shut me up are you?” Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow, piercing Blaine with his blue eyes.

“I promise we are leaving the United States to go on our honeymoon.”

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Kurt stared out the window of the plane as they dipped through the clouds. Although he had sat staring at his ticket in shock for the past 16 hours, he was still amazed to be flying into Paris, France, the city of love. “Look” he said in a barely audible whisper, grabbing Blaine’s arm and shaking him awake.

“We land?” Blaine asked, looking around confused.

“No, but look, we’re in Paris!” Kurt’s enthusiasm shone on his face. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, drinking in the city from the sky.

Blaine smiled, watching as Kurt grew more excited with every passing moment. “So where to first? Le Champs-Elysees?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. Didn’t you make an itinerary or something?”

Blaine shook his head at his husband. “Of course, I just wanted to make sure you were happy.”

Kurt paused for a moment before taking Blaine’s hand in his own. I’m in Paris with my husband on our honeymoon. We could order room service and cheap wine every night and I’d be perfectly happy.”

“You are the worst liar ever Kurt Hummel-Anderson. You would be devastated if I told you those were my plans.”

Kurt held up a hand in surrender. “Fine, fine you’ve got me! But still, if it meant spending time with you then I would be happy. Since I know you better than that why don’t you tell me what you have planned while the plane finishes its descent?”

“Well, we have the Eiffel Tower and Arch De Triomphe of course. We’re joining a tour for a day to go see Versailles. I also planned in some time to just walk around the city, visit boutiques, that sort of thing. There’s also a surprise for our last night here, so just keep that in mind.”

“You and your surprises” Kurt sighed. “I like it though, keeps me on my toes.”

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They checked into the hotel, Kurt surprised at the amount of French Blaine spoke fluently. “I took French for four years and I wouldn’t be able to speak it that well.”

“Private lessons,” Blaine said, rolling his eyes.
“Starting at the age of five my parents had a tutor come. I also speak fluent Spanish and Italian and a bit of German as well.”

“Why did you have to learn all of those though?”

“It was expected of me. Most of the kids in our community spoke three or four different languages by age ten.”

Kurt loved French but he shuddered at the thought of having to be tutored in it from such an early age.

They entered the small elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. The elevator slid open moments later and the couple exited, pulling their suitcases down the hallway to their suite.

Blaine slid the keycard into the slot, pushing the door open as soon as the light flashed green. “Apr�s vous, mon amour.” He smiled, sweeping his hand in front of him, holding the door for Kurt.

Kurt walked into the room, taking in the periwinkle walls and walking to the balcony. He opened sliding glass door and stepped out into the cool air. He leaned against the wrought iron railing, looking out onto the city. He watched people bustle down the street, entering and exiting the small boutiques. In the distance he could see the Seine and the Eiffel Tower. It seemed like a dream to him, he was in Paris.

Blaine joined Kurt on the balcony, resting his hand on top of Kurt’s and leaning into the taller boy’s shoulder. “I love it here. One of the few cities I find completely relaxing.”

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They were strolling past the river having just finished dinner. Blaine had taken Kurt to a small restaurant that was fairly tourist free and they sat and dined by the candlelight. Kurt decided to let Blaine order; glad he had done so as he finished off the succulent lamb.
Now they were walking hand in hand down the street, watching the ripples in the water.

“I have to admit,” Kurt smiled, “this is much better than Oklahoma.”

Blaine laughed, his eyes twinkling. “Told you so, I can’t believe you’d think I’d do that.”

“I never know with you babe.”

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The next day dawned bright and clear. Blaine and Kurt headed for the bus that would take them to Versailles. Kurt yawned as they found their seats and promptly fell asleep on Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine smiled down at the sleeping boy, pulling out his iPod and a book.

Kurt stirred at about nine, yawning and stretching in the seat. He looked out the window at the French landscape whizzing past them. He turned to Blaine who was immersed in his book. Kurt pulled out an ear bud and was greeted with classical music. He listened for a moment before realizing he was listening to a cover of ‘Don’t Stop Believing’’.

“Morning sleepyhead” Blaine mumbled, glancing up from his book before pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s cheek.

“Some of us didn’t have time for coffee.”

“Some of us didn’t try on five hundred outfits and almost missed the bus.”

Kurt pouted and rolled his eyes. “Well, you should have had my coffee ready. What good are you?”

“You married me for a reason Mister Hummel-Anderson. Plus, I’m not bad at everything.”

Kurt flushed slightly as the night before came rushing into his mind. “You tell yourself that Mister Hummel-Anderson.” Kurt quipped back.

“I don’t have to, you tell me every night.”

“Oh my god I married a teenager. I think I’m going home and filing for divorce.”

“No you aren’t you love me too much.” Blaine threw in the face that always melted Kurt.

“Not the face Blaine. Fine, ok I love you.”

Blaine smiled at his triumph and settled back in his seat.

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Blaine smiled at Kurt whose face was plastered against the bus window. Kurt reminded him of himself the first time he came to Versailles.

“Blaine honey, look there it is ahead of us.” Blaine pressed his nose against the window, squinting into the sunlight as they approached the palace. “Mommy, can we live there?” Blaine asked, pulling on his mother’s sleeve.

Cassandra Anderson smiled at her son, laughing at the eagerness in his wide hazel eyes. “What do you think Benton? Can we afford Versailles?” Benton smiled at Blaine, ruffling the young boy’s hair. “Sorry son, I think it’s just out of our price range.”

“Blaine are you ok?” Kurt’s voice broke into the memory and Blaine felt Kurt’s soft fingers wipe away a tear.

“Yeah. I just, I was just remembering the first time I saw Versailles. I asked mom and dad if we could live there. I couldn’t stop thinking about how epic a hide and seek game would be in there. That, that was before everything went downhill.”

Kurt placed his hand on top of Blaine’s, squeezing slightly. Blaine rarely talked about his childhood and though Kurt was curious, he never pressed for information.

“Anyway” Blaine said, shaking his head, “welcome to Versailles.”

Kurt looked out the window as the palace came in view. It was a magnificent structure. Lines of windows wrapped around the U-shaped building. He bounced excitedly in his seat, feeling much like a five year old himself.

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They walked from room to room, Blaine translating for Kurt as the tour guide droned on in French. Kurt stared at the walls, the gilded panels and immense paintings breathtaking in their own ways. He smiled as he walked across the floors, hand clenched tightly in Blaine’s.
Kurt stood staring into the case that held the crown jewels for a while. Just watching the light refract off of the rubies and emeralds made him want them more than anything else.

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The Louvre was huge, that was Kurt’s first opinion. After being drug around to see the Mona Lisa and mummies he was ready to stop for a moment or two. Blaine had other ideas though as he pulled Kurt through the streets of Paris.

Night was falling; the stars were shining in the night sky as they made their way down the street. Kurt took in the lights of the city as they stood beneath the Eiffel Tower. It was beautiful at night, the entire thing lit up and twinkling against the navy blue sky. They entered the elevator along with a few other couples and Kurt gripped Blaine’s hand as it began rising.

They stood silently at the top momentarily silent, Blaine’s head resting on Kurt’s shoulder. “It’s beautiful” Kurt breathed, the lights of the city twinkling in his eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you” Blaine smiled up at Kurt, pressing a soft kiss to the bottom of his jawline. Kurt kept himself from rolling his eyes at how clich� they sounded right now and reminded himself that hey, he was on his honeymoon.

“Come on,” Blaine spoke, tugging lightly on Kurt’s hand.

“We’re going to be late.”

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“A cruise on the Seine? You thought of everything didn’t you?”

“I told you, I wanted this trip to be perfect” Blaine answered as they began boarding the boat. They found seats in the first row, Blaine’s propensity of always being early had its perks at times.

The lights from the streets and bridges glistened on the water as the boat glided through the water. The tour guide talked about the different bridges and streets, intertwining dull history with fascinating stories. Paris truly was the city of love. Everything seemed to be romanticized, but nothing was overly done or clich�.

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“It’s our last night in Paris” Blaine said, holding up a bottle of champagne. “Can you believe a week has gone by already?”

Kurt stood by the door to the balcony, looking out at the streets below. Turning, he answered, “no, it feels like we just arrived here yesterday. I’m going to miss it.”

“We’ll be back before you know it. Or maybe we could go to Spain for our anniversary?”

“Spain does seem lovely.”

Blaine poured a glass of champagne for both of them and handed one to Kurt toasting him. “To our future.”

Kurt raised his glass, “to our future.”