Chapter 21

"We're getting married in thee hours," Blaine said. He walked from one part of the room to the next, fiddling with something before setting it down and finding something else to pick up and set down a moment later.

"What's the matter?" Kurt asked.

"What if something goes wrong? What if my parents found out and show up?"

Kurt crossed the room. He picked up Blaine's hand and kissed his wrist over the marriage bracelet. "You said your parents probably wouldn't show up if our marriage was accepted everywhere, why would they show up if it's not?"

Blaine sighed. "You're right."

"And so what if they won't let us get married? I don't care. I mean, I care because I want you to believe we're married, but I don't need someone else to tell me I belong to you and you belong to me."

Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug. Every muscle bunched up under his fingertips. He shrunk them and lay down on the bed, wrestling to get Blaine's shirt off.

"We can't do this," Blaine protested. "We don't have time for shrunken sexcapades right now."

Quirking an eyebrow, Kurt said, "Yes, we do. We have plenty of time to get ready. Are you saying if I take off all my clothes and spread my legs, you're not going to join in?"

"No, I won't," Blaine said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "We shouldn't even be seeing each other before the ceremony."

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"It's so the sex will be special after the wedding," Blaine insisted.

"I wouldn't want it to not be special," Kurt said. He took of his clothes, grabbed the bottle of lube out from under the pillow despite it being bigger than he was, and managed to get some on his hand without spilling everywhere.

He lay flopped backwards and let his knees fall open. Kurt pretended not to watch Blaine's reaction as he stroked around the puckered muscle and pressed one finger in. "So much better when it's you," he moaned, adding a second finger. He let his eyes flutter closed. "Mmmm, Blaine." His soon to be husband whimpered. "I can make you big," Kurt said, "you know, if you have something else you'd rather be doing."

Blaine was on him in a instant, his body pressed against Kurt's, moaning into his mouth. "You're such a brat," Blaine said, pulling Kurt's fingers and replacing them with his own.

Kurt smiled. This was more like it and hopefully Blaine would relax and quit worrying about nothing.

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"You're so relaxed, Blaine. What ever did Kurt do to you?" Cooper asked.

A blush creeped over Blaine's cheeks. "Do you really want me to go into details? I could, you know, go into extremely graphic details."

"It was a rhetorical question, squirt, I have a pretty good idea."

They waited at the front of the tiny, but elegant, chapel Cooper had found for the ceremony. It seated twelve guests, but the only witnesses were Cooper and two of his friends who lived in New York City. Blaine thought that Cooper had slept with both of the girls, possibly at the same time.Kurt still didn't get how three people could have sex together.

Blaine, amazing in his dark suit, smiled a smile bright enough to rival the sun. Kurt wore grey, having selected a style and color that would flatter his slimmer build and hide his wings. Cooper had pinned a pink rose boutonniere to each of them before kissing Blaine's cheek and standing beside him. Soft music played in the background and the scent of fresh roses hung in the air.

Kurt stroked his thumb over the bracelet, Blaine clutched at his hands. He fought the urge to jump into Blaine's arm. Kurt only had eyes for Blaine and couldn't say what the officiant looked like or wore.

"Blaine and Kurt," he began, "Today is the first day of the happiest days of your lives as you join together in vows of marriage.

"Blaine, do you take Kurt to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor,

cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Kurt , do you take Blaine to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Your vows," the officiant said.

"I Blaine, take you, Kurt to be my husband. I pledge to be worthy of your love and to share my life, my heart, and my dreams with you." Blaine slid the band with rainbow colored stones on Kurt's finger.

"I Kurt, take you Blaine, to be my husband. I pledge to be worthy of your love and to share my life, my heart, and my dreams with you." He placed the band on Blaine's finger, raised the hand to his lips, and kissed the ring. Blaine's eyes dilated.

"Kurt and Blaine, you have promised your love and your lives to each other by these vows. By the authority vested in me by the State of New York I now declare you to be spouses for life. You may kiss."

Blaine leaned forward, smiling through the kiss. Kurt started to pull back and Blaine grabbed the back of his neck, holding him there, like he would never let go.

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"I can't believe it," Blaine said. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and kissed him.

"Human married and fairy married." The rainbow ring felt heavy on Kurt's finger, even though he knew it shouldn't.

"Here we go kids," Cooper said. He opened the door to the hotel room. Rose petals lay sprinkled across the bed and unlit candles rested on the end tables. Kurt laughed, remembering Sebastian's comment about rose petals and candles being all romantic. "This is perfect."

"It's not yet, give me a minute," Cooper said, turning on some music. "There's a basket of food on the chest of drawers and then there's this." He pulled a wedding cake out of the fridge and set it in the middle of the table. It was frosted white with pale pink roses, the same color as the boutonnieres, decorating the sides of the two layers. "I've got an idea."

"God help us," Blaine moaned.

"Hey, I put together a wedding for you in New York on short notice. You can humor me for five minutes."

"Fine. Five only."

"Come here Kurt," Cooper said, "I need some help." He whispered his idea in Kurt's ear.

"That's great," Kurt said. "Blaine, do you trust me?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure I trust Cooper."

"Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them." Blaine obediently complied. Kurt magicked them tiny and flew them to their destination. "You can open them now."

Blaine nearly fell over. "Why are we on top of the cake?"

"Cooper wants pictures of us as the topper." It was crazy. He'd even placed a circle of cardboard in the center of the top layer so they wouldn't sink and damage the design. Although the thought of Blaine covered in frosting had a certain appeal.

"We'll never be able to show this to anyone," Blaine protested.

"Sure you can, squirt. Tell people there was a place in New York City with a fake giant cake for wedding pictures. Hell, there probably is. If someone asks where say that you can't remember or or say it closed. Easy peasy."

"Please," Kurt whispered.

"For you, anything."

Cooper took dozens of pictures, them standing side by side, them kissing, Kurt standing behind Blaine with his arms wrapped around his husband and leaning his chin on his shoulder.

"One more pose," Kurt said, "and then you need to leave." He took off his jacket, darted to the chest of drawers, dropped it on top, and was back by Blaine's side a moment later with the glamor removed from his ears.

Kurt had them face each other, his hands on Blaine's shoulders, Blaine's at his hips, wings spread out behind him. He suspected this would be his favorite picture.

Blaine's grip on his waist tightened and he pressed his lips against Kurt's. Moaning into the kiss, Kurt pushed his tongue into his husband's mouth.

"And...that's my cue to leave," Cooper said. "If your planning on saving the top layer of the cake, you probably shouldn't have sex on it. Call me tomorrow when it's safe to come get you." The door opened and closed and they were finally alone.

It had been rude not to answer, but Blaine jumped up and wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist and he quit worrying about it. He flew them to the bed, growing them as he went, and set Blaine down. Kurt climbed on top and ran his fingers though Blaine's hair.

"Too many clothes," Blaine said. They separated long enough to get their clothes off and toss them on the floor. Kurt launched himself at Blaine, knocking him back onto the bed. "Let me up a minute, I need to light the candles. I want it to be prefect."

"Don't care," Kurt muttered. He had one hand in Blaine's hair and one hand on his ass. "Everything's perfect."

"Lube," Blaine shouted. "I can't reach the lube."

"You win." Kurt rolled off. Blaine fumbled under the pillow tossed the lube towards his husband. Kurt grabbed it, poured some on his fingers, and rubbed it over his leaking erection. "I'm getting started without you," he called.

Blaine lit the candles, turned off the lights, and hurried back to the bed. His skin glowed in the soft light. Kurt wanted to kiss each and every inch. "My turn," Blaine said.

He wrapped his hand around Kurt's dick, sliding it up and down. Blaine leaned down, capturing Kurt's lips with his own. "I stretched myself after the wedding."

Kurt's hips thrust involuntarily. "That's so hot."

Blaine rolled them over so he was on the bottom. He spread his legs and Kurt pressed two of his slick fingers inside. "Fuck me, I'm ready now."

Leaning over, Kurt sucked the head of Blaine's cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sank lower. He reached with his fingers and found Blaine's prostate, rubbing it while his husband moaned and squirmed on the bed.

He pulled off, lined his dick up with Blaine's opening, and slowly pushed forward. Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist and grabbed his shoulders. "Love you," Kurt whispered.

"Love you, husband."

Kurt lost it, thrusting in hard and fast. "Say it again," he panted.

"Husband. My husband."

He reached down, grabbing Blaine's dick and stroking him. A few more brushes against his prostate and Blaine clenched around Kurt's dick, crying out in a cross between a whimper and a moan. Spurts of come fell on Blaine's chest, his back arching, and he tightened his grip on Kurt's shoulders. Kurt pressed in as deep as he could, riding out waves of pleasure as he thrust through his own orgasm.

Kurt draped himself across Blaine, nuzzling the side of his husband's neck, trying to stay inside despite his softening cock. He eventually slid out. Blaine smiled against his shoulder. "Married sex is awesome," Blaine said.

Kurt laughed. "Yeah." The sticky come covering their chests was starting to dry. "Bath time," Kurt announced.

Blaine pouted adorably and Kurt couldn't resist kissing him. "We won't both fit in that tiny tub," Blaine whined.

"I plan on having more room than I know what to do with in the sink, but if you want to use the tub, go ahead."

"You're brilliant."

"You're just figuring this out now?" Kurt teased.

"No," Blaine said. "I figured it out almost as soon as I met you."

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"That's everything from the car," Cooper said. "You make moving simple, Kurt. I cleared out the smaller room. It's got one high window so you don't have to worry about being seen. If you don't like the desk or the bookcase, you can make them tiny and store them in the hall closet."

Kurt carried the box to Blaine's - no, their - room and began pulling one thing out at a time, growing it, and putting it away. Blaine poked his head in the room. "I need a quick shower."

"Sure, sweetie. I got this."

It didn't take long to get everything settled. The clothes were in the closet and the chest of drawers, books on the shelf that ran along one wall by the ceiling, the desk sitting in a corner of the room. Kurt hung the picture of them on the wedding cake with his wings visible and put the lube in the bedside drawer. After that, he arranged the dollhouse furniture in the fairy house. They still needed to work the outside so it looked more like a stump tree, but the inside was basically done. He'd even hung the plastic rainbow ring on the wall as a decoration now that he had a proper rainbow ring to wear all the time.

A few mementos sat near the books, including the stuffed frog and a display holder for Kurt's wand. He would let Blaine set up the computer later.

Blaine came into the bedroom, a towel around his waist, water dripping from his curls. "Why am I so tired? I did nothing but sit in a car today." He flopped face first on the bed.

"It's been stressful, packing up your life and moving far away. Plus, you had to do all the driving and you have the interview tomorrow."

"I really wanted to have sex in our new place, but will you be okay if we cuddle?" His voice came out slightly muffled by the pillow. "I don't have the energy to do anything besides fall asleep."

"Whatever you want." Kurt wiggled the towel off of Blaine. His husband's breathing evened out almost immediately and Kurt smiled as he coved him with the sheet.

Kurt wandered into the living room, closing the door behind him. Cooper sat the couch, the t.v. on a sports program, and a beer in one hand. "Squirt's asleep?" he asked.

"Yeah. He had to do all the driving. He passed out almost as soon as he lay down."

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" There was something about Cooper's tone that made Kurt uneasy.

"Nothing?"

"Great. We have stuff to do."

"Um..." Kurt wasn't sure this was a good idea. He was grateful to Cooper for opening his home to both of them, especially Blaine. But the some of stories he'd been told about Cooper's schemes made him cringe.

"Don't look so worried. Blaine wouldn't hesitate to kick my ass if I mess with you and I *know* if we have a showdown, you'll win."

Kurt relaxed. How bad could it be?

A few hours later, Blaine wandered out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and yawning. His eyes widened as he surveyed the disaster in the kitchen. "What's going on?"

"Cooper wanted me screaming in his bedroom so he bribed me with cookies."

"What!" Blaine yelled, balling his hands into fists.

Cooper put his hands up. "Slow down, it's not as bad as it sounds. I had Kurt shrink and scream with the door closed while I stood outside. I couldn't hear him. So, if you guys want to be loud, you two get tiny so I don't have to hear it. That's it, I swear."

Blaine's breathing slowed and his jaw unclenched. "And the mess?"

"I teaching Kurt how to bake. I wrote out grandma's frosted sugar cookie recipe so he can read and follow it to say thanks for not making me listen to you having sex."

Laughing, Blaine said, "You realize now he's never going to make anything healthy?"

"We're making carrot cake tomorrow, that's healthy, right?" Kurt asked.

"Not really."

Kurt shrugged. "I plan on using a lot of magic shrinking and growing us, so I need the energy." Blaine's eyes darkened and Kurt felt a pull in his abdomen.

"Don't you dare," Cooper said. "You have the rest of your lives to have as much sex as you want and Kurt has to understand how to do this so he doesn't burn the condo down."

Kurt stuck out his lower lip. "Yes, Cooper."

"What can I do?" Blaine asked.

"Help Kurt make the frosting, but don't do it for him. The cookie dough is done and the first batch is in the oven." Cooper handed him the recipe.

"Let's see," Blaine said. "What do yo think we need first?"

Kurt carefully checked the paper. "Sugar," he said. "But it has to be the powered kind."

Blaine smiled. "Go on."

"Um, butter, milk, vanilla, and color?"

"You're getting good at reading." He leaned closer and kissed Kurt's forehead.

"Thanks," Kurt said, ducking his head.

"Measure the butter and put it in the mixer." Kurt put three sticks of butter in the bowl and turned on the lowest setting. "Like this, sweetie." Blaine showed him how to use a spatula to get the butter off the sides and into the beaters.

Baking was easy once he knew what to do. "Pour the sugar in slowly," Blaine said, "or it will all puff out of the bowl and make a mess." Kurt nodded.

When the sugar and butter had been creamed together, they added the milk, vanilla, and one drop of red food coloring. "It's so pretty," Kurt breathed.

"Not as pretty as you."

Cooper made a retching noise behind them. "Seriously?"

Blaine stuck his tongue out at his brother. Kurt poked his finger in the bowl, scooped up some frosting, and placed in on Blaine's tongue. Blaine turned and pulled Kurt in for a kiss. "You taste like frosting," Kurt moaned.

"Oh my god, will you two stop?"

Kurt leaned back. "I did promise your brother I would make cookies with him."

Blaine pouted. "All right."

They cycled the cookie dough into the oven, the baked cookies onto a rack, and the cool ones onto a plate where they were frosted. Kurt pulled the last batch out of the oven with hot pads and set the tray on one of the burners. "Sex is going to be perfect tonight," Kurt said.

"I...uh...don't have candles and flowers or anything."

"Sweetie, I don't need all that. Just you," Kurt said, grabbing his husband's hand, leading him out of the kitchen. He paused, picked up one of the plates, and dragged Blaine towards the bedroom. "And cookies."

"Remember to shrink," Cooper yelled after them.

THE END!