Kurt and Blaine woke together Thursday morning to thunder and lightning outside their window. They looked at each other and smiled before scooting into each others arms. They spent the morning cuddling and talking while the rain poured down in torrents and the thunder crashed so loudly that it shook the house.

Blaine rested his head on his husband's chest. Kurt ran one hand up and down the nurse's back and carded the fingers of his other hand through the curls.

They talked for a long time of the children, their deep desire for more and how they would live their lives once they got back home. So far things hadn't changed very much since Blaine had acquired the money from Alex's will. They had said at first that they had no intention of changing the way they lived, but were slowly coming to the realization that this was an amazing and rare opportunity. While they loved their careers, they often lamented the time spent away from their young children. They had become fathers because they loved family and wanted to be the ones to mentor and shape the children. It was frustrating to have to take them to daycare so often. They came to the decision, while cuddling, that they would look into stepping back some in their hours in order to spend every possible moment with the kids and each other. Even with cut back hours they could live decently on their combined incomes, yet had the security of their windfall to know that they could take care of the kids, retirement, and any eventuality that came along. It was an incredible position to be in and they felt blessed beyond belief.

Eventually Blaine's stomach growled so they pulled themselves from the bed and headed to the kitchen. While Blaine prepared some breakfast Kurt ventured up the stairs to the second level for the first time. He was leaning against the door frame of one of the bedrooms and daydreaming as he gazed at the multiple sets of bunk beds. He felt arms wrap around his waist and smiled. He turned his head and nuzzled his nose against his husband's.

"Watcha thinkin' about, baby?" Blaine whispered.

"How I would love to come back here and be able to fill these beds with kids someday." Blaine laughed softly as he kissed the back of Kurt's neck.

"There are a lot of beds to fill. I've counted at least three sets of bunk beds."

Kurt smiled and shrugged. "Well, the kids don't all have to belong to us. We could bring Finn and Rachel along... or Jeff and Nick."

"That sounds amazing. We should totally do that." Blaine agreed excitedly.

Kurt turned and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, pulling the nurse to him.

"I want to ask you about something."

"Yeah?" Blaine pressed a light kiss on his husband's nose.

"I'm still technically registered as a foster parent." Kurt's voice was hesitant. Blaine nodded slowly.

"I'm not suggesting that we dive into anything particular right away... but I'll never forget how welcoming Elliott into my life changed both of us for the better. If he wasn't with me I don't know what would have..." the doctor trailed off feeling a little choked up. Blaine leaned in so that their foreheads and noses were touching and nodded again, knowing exactly what Kurt was feeling. "We've been blessed with so much, Blaine. There are so many kids out there that need help. While I love the thought of having kids of our own... I just really want us to consider all of the options in front of us. We have an opportunity to be the dads we want to be, and have the family we want, while changing the life of a needy child forever. I don't want us to ignore that. I don't think I could live with myself, honestly."

Blaine looked him in the eye and reached up both hands to gently grasp either side of his husband's face.

"Kurt? I don't think I've ever loved you more."

The rain was still pouring down mid-morning and after a light breakfast they settled into the media room and turned on a movie. It was an old black and white, but to be honest, they didn't pay much attention.

Kurt had brought in the basket of fresh fruit, the chilled bottle of champagne and the chocolate dipping sauce. They lounged together on the large sectional, taking turns feeding each other the chocolate covered slices of fruit and laughing as they attempted to give each other sips of champagne. They mostly ended up dribbling it down their chins.

After a bit, Blaine pressed Kurt back down into the couch and they took their time, kissing slowly and gently. There was no goal. No race to a heated climax. There was only simple and pure enjoyment as they gently explored and tasted each other.

Kurt scooted himself back so that he was on his side, his back to the couch. Blaine, in turn, was on his side, facing his husband. They leaned in and pressed kiss after kiss on each others lips. They were soft and sensual without being erotic. Blaine reached up and threaded his fingers in Kurt's thick hair. He pressed the doctor back into the couch and traced the soft lips in front of him with his tongue. He slowly sucked the bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it just the tiniest bit before letting go and giving it another soothing lick before placing a full kiss. Kurt's entire body relaxed and he sank back into the sofa. He opened his mouth and eagerly swirled his tongue up and into Blaine's mouth. Their tongues met and pressed and twisted together before Blaine fought him gently for dominance and swept his tongue into Kurt's mouth completely, tasting every inch. They both grew breathless as their kisses deepened. Eventually they had to break free and gather some air.

They traced finger tips around each others features as if to memorize every part of the man that they were married to. They rubbed their noses together in gentle eskimo kisses for a while before moving on to place small and lazy kisses down ears, necks and chests. Even these kisses slowed and came to an eventual halt as they nuzzled and fell asleep, holding one another.

It was funny. They had had so many amazing sexual experiences during this trip. They had loved every minute of it. Now, however, in this moment, they had never felt so intimately connected.

Blaine woke shortly after lunchtime to see that the sun was peeking from behind the clouds. He was also incredibly aroused, like fully hard already. It took him just a moment to realize what exactly had brought that about as he tried to push the sleepy haze from his brain. He shook with laughter when he realized what was happening. Kurt was rutting and writhing against him... completely in his sleep. His wonderful husband was having a wet dream. Probably due to all of the making out and no release from earlier. He was just debating what to do, whether to wake him and do things properly or just let it happen when Kurt groaned out.

"Denzel!"

What the fuck!

Blaine's eyes widened and he shoved Kurt back roughly, not caring now if he woke him.

"Denzel? Like, Denzel Washington? You were rutting up against ME in your sleep while having a wet dream about Denzel Washington?"

The nurse was about to push his husband off completely in a huff when Kurt broke into a smile and snorted out a loud laugh as he fell forward, pinning Blaine down. The nurse still didn't see what was so amusing but it was hard for him to move at the moment. Kurt looked up and wiped a tear of mirth from his eye.

"I'm sorry, baby. I couldn't help it. I was embarrassed at first when I woke up and realized what I was doing so I went ahead and made a joke. I didn't think you'd get mad." Kurt was still shaking with silent laughter and his eyes begged his husband to join him. Blaine gave in easily, laughing out loud, and pulled Kurt in for a kiss.

"Denzel though, babe? He's like... old."

"Hey, don't hate. He may be old but he's still hot as hell. And that voice? Oh my god, so sexy..." Kurt gazed off dreamily but yelped in laughter when Blaine tickled him on the side. They kept up their laughter and added small kisses. They fell into an easy rhythm and were soon moving together again. They stripped off their clothes and Blaine magically pulled out his tiny bottled of lube and slicked them both up with ease. They lined themselves up just right and slotted their legs together, gently thrusting and moving until they jolted together one last time, coming one after the other.

They lazed around for just a bit longer, kissing and cuddling. Soon their stickiness forced them to get up though. Blaine called for a carriage and they quickly hopped in the shower. They decided that they would spend the afternoon shopping for souvenirs for the family before they met Harold and Irene for dinner. They were actually looking forward to the time with the older couple immensely. Underneath their odd quirks was a wise and still happily married couple, after so many years. The young men felt like they had lucked across an amazing example of what marriage should be.

Two hours later they were walking downtown, hands full of bags filled with gifts for their family and friends, snacking on some fudge they had bought from one of the local candy shops. Blaine had insisted, saying you don't go to Mackinac Island without trying Mackinac Island Fudge. After tasting it, Kurt couldn't have agreed more. They agreed to stop once more before they left in order to take some slabs home for the rest of the family.

"Who do we need to get something for yet?" Kurt asked, licking a tiny bit of fudge from the tip of his finger. Blaine glanced down at the bags they were carrying to do a mental inventory.

"Um, I'm pretty sure we only have Rachel left."

"Good," Kurt sighed. "I'm tired of shopping."

Blaine looked at him and raised one eyebrow. Kurt burst out laughing.

"Just kidding. Thought I'd see how carefully you were paying attention."

Blaine shook his head with a smile and switched his bags to one hand so that he could link his fingers with Kurt's.

"Oh, there! That looks like a cute little boutique. I bet we could find something there."

They entered the shop moments later, still holding hands and started to look around. The girl behind the counter looked at them excitedly and told them to just ask for help. They smiled their thanks and set their bags to the side so they could browse properly.

Kurt quickly found a dress that he was sure Rachel would love. He jokingly held it up to Blaine.

"Hey, hold still. You're not much taller than Rach. I want to see how this will fall on her." Blaine glared at him but before he could respond the clerk was at their sides.

"If you'd like to try that on you're more than welcome to use our fitting room," she winked at them and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. Both men gaped at her for a moment and Blaine was still trying to come up with a good response when Kurt grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the dressing room.

"Thank you, sweetie," he called over his shoulder to the girl. "We'll only be a minute."

Blaine gasped and sputtered as Kurt pulled him along and shut them into the small room.

"What the hell is the matter with you-mmmffff..." Kurt attacked his mouth with a kiss and quickly reached down to unzip his pants. The nurse sucked his lips in and bit them hard to keep from making a noise as Kurt sank to his knees and took his husband into his mouth with an evil grin. Blaine sighed and groaned the tiniest bit but pulled himself together enough to whisper harshly.

"I can't believe you insinuated that I wear dresses!"

Kurt snorted, accidentally choking himself a little, and had to pull off.

"Yes, but look where it got us," he whispered seductively.

"Why couldn't you have been the cross-dresser?!"

"Because I thought of it first. I can't believe you're complaining when you're getting a blow job out of this!"

Blaine hesitated. "Touché. Go ahead."

Kurt quickly set to work and before he knew it Blaine was breathing heavily and tapping Kurt on the shoulder. Kurt stood and finished him quickly, pulling a tissue from his pocket to wipe up his handful. Blaine sagged against his shoulder and pressed a kiss against his neck before tucking himself back in. He rolled his eyes at his husband before unlocking the dressing room door and stepping out.

The girl was eyeing them oddly with a blush to her cheeks. She didn't say another word except to wish them a nice day after they payed for the dress. Blaine distinctly avoided her gaze while Kurt winked at her, telling her to have a nice day too. Kurt grabbed his husband's hand and they gathered their bags to leave. Just as they were exiting the door Blaine called over his shoulder.

"Not all gay men wear dresses, honey! Just a little pointer!"

The young couple entered the small tavern just before seven and found Harold and Irene sitting in a booth near the back.

"Yoo-Hoo! Over here, boys!" Irene stood and called to them cheerily. She looked to the hostess who was pulling out some menus and preparing to walk the men over. "You see?" Irene said loudly to the girl. "I told you that some handsome gay men were coming to meet with us!"

Kurt and Blaine felt their cheeks burning and they distinctly avoided the gaze of everyone they passed.

"For crying out loud, woman! The whole damn restaurant can her you. Put a cork in it!" Harold didn't seem to find it ironic that he had spoken just as loudly.

The men were fighting battling urges to both run for the door and just burst out laughing. The linked their fingers and decided to go with laughter. That kind of attitude would certainly turn this evening into pure fun. That and alcohol. They both ordered cocktails.

"So, how's the honeymoon sex?" Harold grinned at them over the top of his beer.

Kurt had just taken a big sip of his drink and promptly choked. He coughed and sputtered for a moment while Blaine patted him on the back. They glanced at each other with bright red cheeks, both silently begging the other to be the one to answer.

Irene reached up a hand and smacked him lightly on the back of the head.

"Harold! You've embarrassed them! They don't want to tell us about their sex!"

About ten people from the surrounding tables turned to look their way. The young couple sank slightly in their seats, thinking once more about making a run for it.

They linked fingers and Blaine coughed lightly. "Um, it's good thanks." Please shoot me now!

"There's nothing like it. I remember well." Harold winked before putting an arm around his wife's shoulders, understanding perfectly the kind if torture the boys were feeling and enjoying every moment.

Kurt shook his head, realizing now that the older man was playing with them. He cheeks were still pink, but he smiled and shook with silent laughter. Two can play at this game.

"Yup, nothing like it. So how's the sex going for you guys these days?"

As the evening went on they enjoyed themselves more and more. They found themselves not laughing at, but laughing with the older couple. They shared stories of parenthood, commiserating over the stress and delighting over the joys of raising children. It seemed that the fact that one couple was young and gay while the other couple was old and straight had no bearing when it came to parenthood. You had the same fears and hopes, the same ups and downs, the same love and desire to see your offspring excel and succeed. It was refreshing and heartwarming.

As the evening came to a close they exited the bar together to say goodnight on the street. Irene reached to pull both of them into a surprisingly bone-crushing hug for how small she was. They hailed a carriage and she shoved her purse into her husband's hands as she moved to climb up.

"Hold this, Harold."

"Dammit woman! I'm tired of holding your purses!"

Despite his words, he slung the purse over his shoulder. As they pulled away she leaned onto his shoulder and he put an arm around her snugly.

Blaine and Kurt looked at each other with a smile before slipping their arms around each others waists and walking down the sidewalk. Kurt bent toward his husband and whispered.

"If you ever bought a purse to go along with that dress I'd hold it for you."

"Shut up."

Blaine pushed him away with a grin. Kurt laughed as he stumbled to the side.

They reached around each other once more and leaned together as they strolled under the stars.