The original plan had been to go back to Kurt’s house and drop the bomb on his family. Kurt’s graduation was the next night and Blaine’s on Saturday. Somewhere in there, Blaine was going to schedule a meeting with the bank holding his trust to start the process of getting his money released.

Now, faced with a really nasty storm, the possibility of flooding and driving for hours in the rain – Blaine was starting to think that maybe they should pull over. It was almost too dark to see and he didn’t want them to have a wreck in a foreign country.

When he brought up the suggestion of finding a motel, Kurt frowned but eventually conceded, pulling off the road into the first one he saw that advertised a low nightly rate. Blaine sighed as they got out, making a run for it into the lobby. Soaked to the skin, they got a room from surly man behind the counter and headed for it, darting through the torrential downpour that seemed never ending.

Once inside the room, they turned on the lights and stood shivering. Neither of them had counted on an overnight trip and as such, had not pack accordingly.

“Well,” Kurt said, observing the shabby d�cor of the room they were in. “I hope we don’t get some kind of disease.”

“I suppose it could be worse,” Blaine told him. He shivered and Kurt saw it.

“We should get out of our wet clothes,” he suggested. Blaine felt his face pink up at his words and even Kurt looked a little embarrassed. “I just meant…”

“Yeah,” Blaine agreed. “Um, we didn’t really bring anything with us…”

“There’s always our wedding clothes,” Kurt offered. The outfits were back in their respective garment bags in the car.

“That’s better than nothing, I guess,” Blaine said. A loud crack of thunder rang out over head and lightning flashed. “I’ll go get it.”

“No way,” Kurt objected. “You’re obviously freezing.” He put his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and Blaine felt his heart stutter for a second. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll get them.”

“Are you sure?” Kurt nodded and Blaine let himself be nudged toward the bathroom. He stripped as fast as he could, shivering again as the cool air in the room hit his wet skin. He knew the heat in the room probably wasn’t that great but they’d have to mess with the thermostat when they got a second. Blaine jumped in the shower, turning the water as hot as it would go and rising off quickly. He washed the rest of the gel out of his hair, lamenting that he hadn’t brought any extra.

Kurt would get a first-hand view of how terrible his hair could get. He groaned at the thought, sliding out of the shower. He then realized there were no towels and then stared at the floor in horror, the pile of wet clothes mocking him. He cracked the door to the bathroom open and realized that Kurt wasn’t back yet. Wondering where he was took a back seat to Blaine darting into the room and pulling the bedspread off the bed and wrapping it around himself.
The door opened then and Blaine let out a breath at the timing. Kurt’s face was kind of priceless as he came face to face with Blaine in nothing but a blanket.

*

When Kurt opened the door and found Blaine standing there in nothing but the bedspread from the bed, he wasn’t sure quite how to react. His mouth fell open in surprise, his eyes unable to look away. His cheeks flushed and he nearly dropped everything in his arms.

“Sorry,” Blaine stammered. “No towels.”

“Oh,” Kurt breathed out. “Okay. Um, here are your clothes.”

“Thanks,” Blaine said, clutching the blanket tightly around him as he reached for the garment bag. “I’ll be back in a second.”

“Take your time,” Kurt replied. “I have to call my stepmother anyway.” Blaine nodded and went back into the bathroom.

Kurt took a deep breath and then pulled out his phone, dialing Carole’s number and putting it to his ear.

“Hi, Honey, how’s the shopping?” Carole asked when she picked up.

It’s great. I found a husband.

“Okay,” Kurt said. “Not really finding anything.” He paused. “Listen, Mercedes wants me to spend the night. I just wanted to let you know.”

“Of course,” Carole said. “I’m so glad you’re getting out and doing things, Kurt. I’ve been worried about you.”

“I know,” Kurt murmured. “I’m okay, Carole.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, sweetie,” she said.

“See you then,” Kurt promised, hanging up. He dropped the phone onto the bed with a sigh. Looking over the stack of stuff on the bed, he sorted through it. His clothes were still in the bag and he was going to leave them there until he’d had a quick shower. He went through the pile of snacks he’d bought from the vending machine in the hall (the main reason he’d been gone so long – and the thought that if he’d returned a moment earlier, he’d have seen Blaine naked was not in the back of his head, it was not), putting the bottles of water he’d bought on the stand next to the TV and the bags of chips and cookies next to it. He opened his case full of products (modified down from what he had at home – only the basic essentials) and pulled out his brush and a hair dryer, setting them on the bed.

Blaine peeked his head out of the door, and then came out into the room. Kurt had to stifle his expression, staring at the mop of hair on Blaine’s head.

“It’s the humidity,” Blaine said. “It’s worse than usual.”

“Give me a minute to shower and change, and I’ll help you with that,” Kurt said, fighting back his smile. “It’s cute.”

Blaine flushed again. “Thanks.”

It wasn’t until Kurt was in the bathroom that he realized he’d been so distracted by Blaine’s hair that he’d barely noticed his husband (husband!) was wearing his white dress shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top, and black pants.

His husband was unfairly gorgeous.

Who knew that would be a problem?

*

Blaine was mildly amused and a lot distracted when Kurt came out of the bathroom in pretty much the same thing he currently had on – black pants, white dress shirt unbuttoned over an undershirt. He looked just as breathtaking as he had earlier at city hall. His hair, once plastered to his head from the rain, actually looked halfway decent and pleasantly styled.
Blaine stared at him, his mouth falling open a little. Kurt blushed under his scrutiny. “I usually take longer to get ready for bed – I have a very serious moisturizing routine – but most of my supplies are at home.”

Blaine filed that away as yet another quirk about his husband, running his hand through the nest of hair on his head as a distraction. “Oh,” Kurt exclaimed, moving toward him. “I said I’d fix your hair.” He pulled Blaine toward him and then maneuvered Blaine so he was sitting on the bed.

Blaine stared up at Kurt, eyes wide, wondering exactly what Kurt had in mind.

*

“There!” Kurt said cheerfully. “What do you think?” Kurt handed Blaine a mirror and bit his lip while Blaine took a look at himself.

“Wow,” Blaine spoke softly. “It looks amazing.”

“Thank you,” Kurt replied. “I can help you learn how to do it yourself, if you want,” he suggested. “Not that the gelled look doesn’t work for you, because it does, but…” Kurt trailed off, willing himself to stop babbling before he let something embarrassing slip, like how good looking he thought Blaine was.

“Sure,” Blaine finally spoke, putting him out of his misery. “Wanna watch some TV before bed?”

“Sure,” Kurt agreed, setting his supplies back in their case and then moving to join Blaine on the bed. Blaine scooted back so he was leaning against the wall at the head of the bed and Kurt sat down next to him, feeling awkward. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get more than one room. I know that typically honeymooners don’t really have to worry about that…”

“It’s okay,” Blaine said. “I like sharing with you.” He paused. “You know that I’m not expecting sex, right?” Blaine looked worried. “That’s not what this is about.”

“I know,” Kurt breathed a sigh of relief even though he was sure his face had never been redder. “I mean, I assumed, but you know what they say about assuming…”

Blaine laughed and Kurt couldn’t help a small smile. Blaine flipped the TV on with the remote and started going through the channels.

“This is the most bizarre selection of channels,” he said. “Look, a news channel, a shopping channel, movie channel…”

Suddenly, something hit the wall behind them and a load moan sounded from the room next door.

“Oh my, God,” Kurt muttered. He wanted nothing more than for the bed to open and swallow him whole, because the neighbors in the room next door were not only having sex but they were doing it as loud as they could and Kurt had never been more mortified in his entire life.

Blaine was looking at the TV with intent eyes when Kurt chanced a glance at him. Surely they’d be done soon.

He hoped.

“Seriously?” he hissed when the noises continued, the thumping on the wall behind them almost non-stop. “No one has that kind of stamina.”

Blaine snorted just as the woman let out a cry of what Kurt hoped was ecstasy.

Silence filled the room and he found his fingernails interested while Blaine resumed going through the channels.

“Is that Sesame Street?” Kurt interrupted as Blaine stopped on one of the channels.

“Yeah, it is,” Blaine told him. “I don’t think anything else is on.”

They fell into an awkward silence, watching as Elmo led Mr. Noodle through the arduous process of washing his hands. After the third or fourth time that Mr. Noodle had failed at finding his hands (he’d washed several other body parts at that point), a voice rang out from behind the opposite wall.

“God damn it, Mr. Noodle!!”

Kurt took one look at Blaine and collapsed into helpless laughter.

*

They were still laughing twenty minutes later.

“Oh, my stomach hurts,” Blaine moaned.

“Mine too,” Kurt said, giggling. “It’s not even that funny, I just…” He giggled again.

“Stop,” Blaine laughed. “I can’t if you don’t.”

He watched Kurt wipe at his eyes and take a deep breath. “I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.” Kurt murmured. He looked up and met Blaine’s gaze. “Not since my dad died.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kurt’s face went pinched and it was clear that he was exhausted. “We don’t have to.”

“No, I just – he had heart problems. He had a heart attack over a year ago which put him in a coma. He had a second one a couple of months ago and never woke up.”

“I’m so sorry,” Blaine whispered. Kurt seemed really torn up. He reached out and took Kurt’s hand, squeezing it gently. Kurt practically jumped at his touch, but then relaxed, his eyes closing. “Were you close?”

Kurt nodded. “For a long time after my mom died, he was all I had.” Kurt opened his eyes to see Blaine staring intently at him, emotions swirling in Blaine’s hazel ones. They kind of looked like liquid caramel.

A loud crack of thunder sounded and they both jumped. The lights flickered and the wind howled. “I’m suddenly really glad we decided to stay the night,” Blaine murmured. “It sounds terrible outside.”

Thunder clapped again, lightning flashed and the room plunged into darkness.

“Just great,” Kurt muttered, realizing he was still holding Blaine’s hand. He let go slowly, not wanting to examine the bereft feeling he had at the loss of contact. “I better find my phone and set the alarm.”

“Me too,” Blaine said after a moment. There was shuffling and fumbling as they made their way through the darkness, looking for them. Kurt found his first and turned on the screen, the light shining in the dark room. Blaine found his and did the same. They laughed, making their way back to the bed. Kurt slipped his dress shirt off and laid it over the back of the chair, startled when Blaine came up behind him and did the same.

He’d imagined his whole life what it would be like to have another man’s clothes next to his and his breath actually caught in his throat for a moment. Kurt bit his lip and then turned around, watching as Blaine crawled into the bed and settled in.

“Are you coming?” Blaine asked, eyeing him once he was done moving around. Kurt nodded, setting his phone alarm and putting his phone on the nightstand next to him. He slid into bed next to Blaine, lying on his side, preparing for another sleepless night.