Chapter 3

It didn't take long for Kurt to get board sifting through the things Blaine had brought him. Half the fun was his husband smiling and teaching him the human words. If Blaine thought he was going to hide in the room all the time, he had another thing coming. Kurt listlessly picked at the ribbons, the only things he knew the word for. And while they were pretty, they weren't particularly entertaining even though they were made of bright colors and pretty patterns. After folding the cloth into several shapes, Kurt focused his magic so he could create a shirt. When he went back home with his husband, he might as well go in a fantastic new outfit.

By the time Blaine returned to his bedroom with a plate of food, Kurt had crafted a sleeveless shirt and a shirt to go under it, long pants like Blaine wore, shoes that went up to his knees, and a belt. He had taken off his clothes to try the pants on and make sure they fit properly. Kurt stood up, twitting to try and look behind him to see how they fit in the back.

"Sweetie," whispered Blaine, heading straight for when he had set him on the shelf. "Kurt?"

Kurt flew down to greet Blaine, stopping at Blaine's surprised expression. He could feel the blush creeping down his neck. Normally, he would be embarrassed for someone to see him half naked, but Blaine was his husband and he hadn't put on a shirt either.

He landed on the plate, inspecting the food he'd been brought and deciding to start with the pink fluff. Everything looked delicious, except for the flat orange square. It didn't smell any better than the white creamy stuff he tried that morning. Blaine slowly set the plate down, careful not to jiggle Kurt. He reached out, hesitantly, stopping just short of touching Kurt's chest.

Kurt grabbed his finger awkwardly and moved closer, so he could feel the heat from Blaine's hand against his skin. Blaine let out a small unintelligible noise, which made Kurt harden. He wondered how exactly he was supposed to ask his husband, who was at least ten times his size and didn't speak the same language as him, to mate. Which brought up another question, how exactly were they supposed to mate? Blaine's hand would be to big and his was too small. They would figure something out. His husband had looked good laying on the bed touching himself. Kurt definitely wanted to watch that again and from up close.

Blaine supplied the name of each food before Kurt tried it. Kurt did not like cheese, either the orange kind he'd just nibbled or the white stuff he suspected was also cheese that he'd tried for breakfast. The orange was sweet, but messy. The raisin was okay. The cracker was delicious, light and flaky, and unlike any grains he'd eaten at home. He enjoyed the apple, honey and beans. He refused to try the turkey. It smelled wrong. His favorite was still the cookie with pink fluff. A few sips of water and it was a perfect meal.

Until he realized the juice form the orange segments had dripped down his arms, getting him and his pants sticky. He cast about for a cloth, hoping he could use the water he hadn't finished for washing. What he really wanted was a bath.

He bit his lip, studying Blaine. How could he to ask for a bath? Kurt didn't want to get his new clothes any messier. The bowl Blaine had put the beads in was still on the table. Kurt started pulling the beads out and setting them next to it. Catching on, Blaine picked it up and dumped the beads into another container. Kurt poured the water from the cup into the bowl only to find it barley covered the bottom. Disappointed, he figured it was better than nothing. He started to take off his pants, pausing at Blaine's yelp. Kurt reached into the bowl, touching the water with his palm and began rubbing it over his arms and pants. Understanding dawned on Blaine's face. He hurried off, returning moments later with four cups, two of which had steam drifting up. Blaine poured some of the water from the first cup into the bowl. He touched it once and shivered saying, "cold." He touched it again, pulling his finger back quickly, shaking it and saying, "hot."

Kurt reached in and placed one finger in the water. "Cold," he said, making a face. Blaine added water from the second cup and they repeated the process, adding water from all four cups until Kurt said, "cold" and shook his head and then said, "hot" and shook his head again.

"Warm," said Blaine, putting a drop of liquid from a tall container into the water and swirling it with his finger. Bubbles formed and a lovely floral smell rose from the water. Kurt stripped off his pants and climbed in. The bowl wasn't big enough to swim in, but the warm water was relaxing, soothing away his concerns. Blaine figured out he wanted a bath. Everything was fine.

He made sure to wash his hair and wings, and slid the bracelet up to get the skin underneath it. Being clean felt wonderful, so decided he decided to wash all of his clothes while he had the chance. He flapped his wings quickly, shaking the water off in a shower of drops. Kurt flew up to the shelf and got his clothes, grabbing his pants on the way back and landed in the bowl. He stood in the thigh high water, swishing the pants through the bubbles to get the stickiness of the orange off.

Blaine let out a high pitched squeak.

Kurt looked at Blaine, really looked at him. His pupils were huge, swallowing most of the color. He shifted, adjusting his pants, and Kurt saw that Blaine was hard. Oh. He would have to show Blaine he was ready to mate. Kurt stood up and stroked himself a few times, watching carefully for his husband's reaction.

Blaine enjoyed what he was seeing, if his moaning the word, "fuck," was anything to go by. Kurt figured it probably had something to do with mating, even if he couldn't figure out exactly what aspect of it that word meant.

Kurt shot up, pushing on Blaine, trying to get him to lay back on the bed. He ran his hands over Blaine's nipple, enjoying the breathy moans his husband was making and the way his back arched.

Blaine reached for the waist of his pants and after a worried look crossed his face, he took a deep breath and removed them. Seeing Blaine naked except for the marriage bracelet twisted at Kurt's insides and filled him with want. Kurt lifted up and laded on Blaine's hip.

Up close, Blaine was beautiful. He was long and hard, curving up towards his stomach, the tip glistening with moisture. Kurt gripped himself, thrusting into his fist while watching Blaine breathing in short pants. Kurt felt confident about mating for the first time since he could remember. He'd always imagined it would be embarrassing and messy. But seeing Blaine like this, it all made sense. He continued in long slow strokes enjoying the tingly feeling as much as he enjoyed Blaine's reaction to it. Blaine trembled and Kurt, feeling the vibrations, hovered the tiniest bit so he wouldn't tumble off if his husband squirmed too much.

Kurt drifted over and stood Blaine's chest. Several more strokes and he tensed, crying out as the glittery substance spilled from his body onto his husband. Blaine ran his finger through it and sucked it off.

"Holy fuck," yelled Blaine. He did it again, moaning at the taste. Kurt's curiosity peeked, he swiped up the small speck Blaine had missed. It didn't taste nearly as good as the pink fluff on the cookie, but it tasted better than he would have guessed.

Blaine turned his face to the side groaning into his pillow. Kurt needed to do something for him. He twisted, seeing his husband twitching and leaking. Kurt flew over wrapping his arms and legs around Blaine.

"Kurt," moaned Blaine. "Fuck, fucking fuck!" Kurt hoped this would work. He squeezed with his whole body, hugging tight, loving the heat of Blaine's skin. Blaine fisted the blanket with both hands, his knuckles white. Kurt thrust against him, gripping hard as Blaine lifted his hips up and liquid poured out, splattering his chest and all over Kurt.

"Fuck," said Kurt, surprised at Blaine's laughter, "water." Kurt darted his tongue out and licked at his upper lip where a blob of the creamy liquid oozed down his face. It tasted much more bitter than his own, but not too bad. Kurt needed another bath, he was absolutely covered in the stuff. Blaine scooped him up and carried him through a door that lead to a small room.

Blaine left him on the counter and returned a moment later with the bowl and cups. He twisted a silver knob and water trickled out of a tube. Blaine fiddled with it a moment and then filled up one of the cups. Blaine touched the water. "Warm?" he asked.

"Warm," confirmed Kurt. Blaine filled up the bowl and another cup adding soap to all three. He carefully set Kurt in the first cup, let him soak for a minute or two. The water became instantly murky and it was when Blaine picked him up and placed him in the second cup that Kurt realized Blaine wanted him to wash the stuff off before he tried to bathe properly. His husband was brilliant.

When Blaine had Kurt rinsed off and in the bowl of warm soapy water, he stepped behind a clear door and made water rush out of the top of it. Kurt rested his arms on the lip of the bowl, kicking his feet occasionally to keep himself buoyant and he watched Blaine get clean. Kurt wished he was Blaine's size so he could join him and rub his hands over that beautiful wet skin.

Blaine finished up quickly and got out of the shower, laying out a washcloth for Kurt to dry off with. He gestured for Kurt to follow him, saying, "please wait," before he put on a robe. He then brought in the bed from the dollhouse and set it on the table. Kurt wasn't happy about that suggestion. He wanted to sleep next to Blaine.

Kurt waited until Blaine had settled onto his back to land on his chest and lay down. Blaine shook his head, sadly. He closed his eyes and pretended to snore. Then he started to roll over. Kurt hadn't thought the sleeping arrangements out as well as he'd initially thought. But neither had Blaine. The dollhouse bed was pretty and it looked very much like Blaine's bed, except the mattress was hard and the blankets were scratchy. The toad was softer and would be more comfortable. Maybe he could get Blaine to bring it down from the shelf and set it on the table so they could sleep near each other even if they couldn't sleep together.

Blaine eventually figured out Kurt's objections to the tiny bed. He pulled on pants and left, returning with a round container. It was striped brown and pink on the outside with brown on the inside of the lid along with gold symbols. Kurt had absolutely no idea what they might mean, but it looked fancy. Now this was a proper bed with a soft mattress, brown and cream colored pillows and a bright pink furry blanket. It was even more comfortable than sleeping on the toy toad. This was the best day ever, he'd seen unbelievable things, learned new human words, eaten exotic food and most importantly, mated with his husband. Snuggling under the blanket, he drifted off to sleep wondering how soon before they could mate again.

Kurt woke the next morning feeling blissfully relaxed. Peeking over the top of the bed, he saw his husband laying on his back, snoring quietly. Kurt flew over and lay down on Blane's chest. He smelled faintly of the soap Kurt had used the night before and the rise and fall of Blaine's breathing was soothing. Kurt smiled as Blaine blinked sleepily at him.

Blaine reached over and touched Kurt's hair. Kurt sighed in contentment. He should be bright red at the thought of being sprawled completely naked across his husband. Even if they were different sizes and things were occasionally awkward, he was grateful Finn hadn't offered him a bracelet. Kurt would have accepted, never realizing what he would have missed. A loud knock at the door startled them both. Kurt was up on the shelf in the blink of an eye. Blaine and his dad yelled at each other through the closed door.

Blaine panicked and his dad sounded angry. Surly if Blaine explained to his dad that he was newly mated, his dad would permit them time alone as was the custom. You should never intrude on the sleeping area of the newly married. Kurt saw his clothes laying next to the bed Blaine had made for him and felt a twinge of concern. If Blaine didn't want his dad to know Kurt was here, he should move Kurt's things.

The argument ended and Blaine pulled at his hair, the curls sticking up in wild disarray. Kurt landed on the table and put on the clothes he'd made from Blaine's ribbons. He flitted over and kissed Blaine on the cheek. "Cookie," said Kurt. It was time for breakfast.

"Cookie, please," said Blaine. He brought Kurt a cookie in addition to an assortment of food. He pointed to each item on the plate and named them. "Grapes, eggs, melon, waffle." Blaine poured golden brown liquid over the waffle. "Syrup." He nudged the two small cup. "Milk. Water."

Kurt didn't like the eggs. The rest of the food was wonderful, especially the syrup. Kurt wasn't sure about the milk. It was a little too thick for a beverage, so he stuck to the water.

"Thank you," Kurt said after he finished eating.

"Wait here, please," said Blaine and Kurt knew that was his signal to stay in the bedroom. Blaine propped his phone up against Kurt's bed and made the pictures move. It was more of the fairy girl they called Tinkerbell, even though Blaine had said the fairy in the book was Tinkerbell and they looked nothing alike. Kurt wondered how many Tinkerbells there were. It must be difficult keeping so many straight if they all had the same name. He wondered what would happen if there were several Kurts in his village. Mercedes would yell, "Kurt, we're gonna go now, get out here," and she'd get three replies, but not necessarily from him. He was glad fairies purposely gave children a unique name, although the names Finn and Quinn sometimes got mixed up as did Burt and Kurt.

Kurt sifted though the ribbons Blaine had given him yesterday. He hadn't done anything with the dark blue, it was uninteresting compared to the other colors and patterns. But he decided to create some pants similar to the ones Blaine wore and use the cream ribbon with the colored dots to make a shirt. He felt dashing in his new outfit, although he was getting annoyed. What was taking Blaine so long? He decided the white ribbon with black swirls would work well as a sleeveless shirt that Blaine called a vest.

A nice light lavender would be perfect for a shirt to go with the vest. He didn't know the names of any colors, but he could point it out to Blaine if he could find it in the room. He finally found the color he wanted in an image on the wall of the room. The girls hair was the exact shade of lavender.

Blaine managed to understand and to find some that was a little darker than he considered ideal, but it looked good with the vest and pants. He fashioned some dark purple shoes and was happy with the result. He was glad the bracelet Blaine had given him was a versatile color. If it had been orange...he shuddered at the thought. It would mean having to redo his entire wardrobe.

All the words Kurt had learned were starting to muddle in his mind. There were at least four words he could use for his dick, which seemed excessive. Blaine was much quicker to figure out the second time they mated that Kurt had wanted to rub his body against Blaine's dick until they both came. Or made come. Kurt couldn't determine if if "come" was the word for the tingly sensations during mating or the word for the creamy substance that resulted. Or it might be orgasm or sex. And he still wasn't too sure about fuck, although Blaine said it frequently while they mated.

Kurt had finally figured out the human word for husband, sweetie, after Blaine said it while holding Kurt's hand and rubbing his thumb over the bracelet. He melted inside every time Blaine said it. And Blaine loved being called husband as well. There were words and concepts that would take more time to learn and understand, but he was content with the progress they had made, especially because he could ask to mate and for cookies.