Blaine's eyes fluttered open as his alarm blared, happy to feel the warmth of Kurt's form in his arms. He’d missed waking up with Kurt asleep next to him, smelling his scent, his blue eyes being the first things Blaine saw ... Blaine had missed it all. Every little thing Kurt did - his adorable yawn and stretch before he'd fully woken up, the way his eyelids fluttered as he stirred, the smile that appeared as he realised where he was and the way the light hit him perfectly as it streamed through the window.

Kurt rolled over in Blaine's arms and smiled, staring into his bright amber eyes … he felt truly happy for the first time in a week. He leaned in and lazily kissed Blaine, nibbling on his lower lip. Blaine moaned in response, forcing Kurt's mind to clear ... fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. He needed to pull away, but he needed to feel close to Blaine again - he wanted to be close to him, he’d missed him so much. Although he’d hurt him a lot, even though what Blaine had done killed him inside, he still loved him and his body still wanted him. He steeled himself and managed to pull away.

“Morning, darling.” he chimed.

“Um, yeah ... good morning.” Blaine replied, sounding flustered.

The kiss had surprised him. He wasn’t expecting it - he still half expected Kurt to hate him. A part of him wanted Kurt to hate him as he hated himself; he loved Kurt and he loved that he was getting a second chance, but he felt like he didn’t deserve it - not after what he’d done.

“I’ll cook breakfast this morning; we don’t want any fire alarms setting off again.”

Blaine blushed and hid his face in his pillow, but he turned his head just in time to see Kurt leaving the bedroom, his hips swaying seductively. Blaine stared openly - he had forgotten how hot Kurt was, how great his ass was. He had forgotten how beautiful his smile was and how great it felt to wake up next to him, how well he slept with Kurt safely ensconced in his arms.

“You coming, mister?” Kurt asked as he popped his head around the door.

“Um, I’ll be there in a bit. I’m just going to ... uh ... take a quick shower!” Blaine leapt from the bed and ran somewhat awkwardly to the bathroom. Kurt giggled, knowing full well what was going on.

Blaine closed the door behind him and jumped into the shower. He roughly fisted his hard, pulsating cock and began moving his hand slowly. Soft, urgent moans of ‘Kurt’ and ‘oh baby’ fell over his lips. He moved his hand faster and faster along his length, imagining it was Kurt’s ass that was making him feel oh-so-good. He closed his eyes and he saw Kurt's staring straight at him, his orgasm hitting soon after as he came all over his hand and stomach. He showered quickly after that and went to get dressed and join Kurt in the kitchen. He was cooking blueberry oatmeal.

“Nice shower, my dear?” asked Kurt knowingly. He’d heard Blaine from down the hall, never one to have been very good at being quiet.

“Uh ... yeah, I guess …” Blaine blushed. He loved how Kurt could still make him do that after eleven years.

Kurt chuckled quietly to himself, trying to ignore his own problem caused by visions of Blaine sorting out his. He ate his breakfast uncomfortably, not helped by the fact that Blaine kept looking at him through his eyelashes and grinning slyly, knowing exactly what he was doing to Kurt. When they’d eaten Kurt got up quickly and all but ran to the bathroom to cool off with a cold shower. They both dressed and left for work, both of their days being rather uneventful - until Kurt went out to buy his lunch.

As it was a Tuesday and the new issue of the New York Journal was out. Kurt bought it every week as Blaine always had an article, though mainly little ones. Today on the cover one article in particular piqued his interest - ‘When a Marriage Breaks’. It was like the article was written for him and Blaine right now. He returned to his office to read it promptly. He almost spat out his coffee when he read the by-line.

by Blaine Anderson

He scanned through the article. It wasn’t as bad as he'd first imagined ... it was mainly about marriage itself and there was a fair amount of Blaine saying how he ‘should have done’ things. It wasn’t the content that bothered Kurt, but the fact that Blaine had broadcast their personal lives to the whole of New York. Everyone at his work would know - they all knew that Kurt's husband, Blaine, worked at NYJ. They would know that he was having problems and they would try to help, and if Kurt was being honest, he couldn’t stand half of them ... they were all so obnoxious and self-centred.

He texted Blaine.

Coffee. Now!

~~~

Meanwhile

Blaine entered his office to find Kelsey perched on the edge of his desk. She looked concerned - worried even. Blaine couldn’t make sense of it, if it was problems with Darren or her roommates she would have texted him to meet for coffee - this fact scared him. Then he saw the copy of the New York Journal rolled up in her hand. He started to panic; a pit fell in his stomach, tears threatened to fall as he worried over what Kurt would say when he saw the article.

“Hey, Blainers.” she said sadly. “Seen this week’s issue?”

“So he published it?”

Kelsey nodded slowly. Blaine thought about Kurt, how disappointed he’d be, how angry, upset and hurt he would feel. Kurt would surely want to leave him after this … he was very reserved about their personal life, and he rarely told their friends if they were having problems. He was going to hate that Blaine had shared everything with the whole of New York.

“Shit, Kurt is going to kill me ... and then dig me up and kill me again - and then once more for good measure.” Blaine groaned, tears stinging his eyes.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad”

“Kelsey, I fucking broke his heart a week ago, now I've written about it and it’s all over New York and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s up on the website too!” Blaine snapped.

Kelsey withdrew, and visibly shrank at Blaine's tone.

“Okay ... um, I'll go. I just wanted to see if you were okay …”

“No, Kels - wait.” said Blaine quietly. “I’m sorry … I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m mad at myself for writing it in the first place.”

“No, you really shouldn’t have yelled.” said Kelsey, coldly.

“I’m really sorry, Kelsey. Please don’t go?”

Kelsey stopped. She knew Blaine didn’t mean to snap as she glanced back at him. Looking more closely she saw how broken he was, but she could also tell that something good had happened with him and Kurt recently.

“I know Blaine, it just hurt. I was just trying to be a friend and you yelled.”

“I know and I’m sorry. Please stay … I - I want to talk to someone. I understand if you want to leave though - I was an ass”

“Yeah, you really were an ass. So, what happened with you and Kurt last night then?”

“He - he wanted to sleep in the same bed again.” Blaine grinned, tears still brimming in his eyes.

Blaine went on to explain everything; what had happened, how great it felt waking up next to Kurt, how much he’d missed him. At lunch time Blaine received a text from Kurt.

“Shit. He’s seen it ... I have to go. I'll see you later, Kels.”

“Good luck, Blainers.”

Blaine headed off to his and Kurt's favourite coffee shop.

~~~
Kurt was sat at their usual table, staring down at his coffee cup - his eyes were reddened, his eyelashes matted, his cheeks tear-stained. As he heard Blaine enter his head snapped up.

“What the fuck, Blaine?!” Kurt snapped, “... Writing about our personal lives? What were you thinking?!”

“I - I ... uh ... I -” Blaine stuttered.

“Well?!”

“I never wanted it to be published.”

“Why did you fucking write it in the first place, Blaine?!”

“You know I write when I need to express my feelings. It helps me order my thoughts … I didn’t even mean to hand it in. I got muddled up with the Lawrence article.” Blaine said, quietly.

“Oh,” Kurt. “Sorry, I didn’t - I mean, I didn’t think about that. But why was it on your desk and not in you goddamn journal?”

“I’m sorry, Kurt ...”

"Oh, I'm sure you are. But I don't understand why it was out in the middle of your desk. Anyone could've picked it up and read it. But obviously that doesn't matter because now it's published for the whole world to see. Now everyone knows that our marriage has gone down the shitter. I want to fix this, Blaine ... I really do."

“I do too, I promise, Kurt … I fucked up, I know - but I’ll do anything to fix this whole damn mess.”

Tears stung both men’s eyes, but they refused to let them fall - both needing each other, both wanting to hold the other close and kiss away the pain, but knowing it was too soon. They finished their coffee in relative silence, save for the clink of china from the counter, the sound of polite chatter from other - happier - patrons of the coffee shop. After an hour or so of uncomfortable silence, Blaine’s phone rang. It was Jeff.

“Blaine … WE’RE ENGAGED!!!” Jeff screamed down the phone.

~~~
Kurt and Blaine entered the small karaoke bar, immediately spotting Jeff as he came bounding towards them. He had the biggest grin on his face and his bright green eyes shone with excitement. Kurt and Blaine smiled as they remembered their engagement party.

"I'm engaged! My sexy fiancé has the champagne - come on, guys!" Jeff squealed, dragging them off to a quiet corner where Nick stood, four champagne flutes in hand.

"So ..." Kurt grinned, taking two flutes from Nick and passing one to Blaine. "... Who asked who?"

"He asked me!" They said in unison, harmonizing perfectly.

Kurt and Blaine grinned at each other, but remembered their earlier fight and their faces fell.

"Soooo." said Blaine, putting on a smile and trying to hide the fact that inside he was breaking, constantly reminding himself that he'd broken Kurt - the one guy he loved, the guy he made feel like Nick and Jeff did.

"So," He said again, shaking himself from his thoughts. "How did he ... how did you ask?"

"Ooh yes, tell us! How did it happen?" Kurt asked with a grin. It was nice to see him smile.

“Well ... um - he, I … um, he took me out for dinner and he’d hidden the ring in my wine glass.” Jeff beamed, his face glowing with happiness.

“Jeff hid mine in the cake.” Nick added, blushing profusely.

“We kinda asked at the same time.”

“Ohmigod you guys - that is sooo cute!” Kurt squealed. “So, d'you have a date? Theme? Location? Colour-scheme?”

“Kurt, baby ...” said Blaine softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. Kurt flinched at the term of endearment … he still hated Blaine calling him the same thing he'd called Sebastian that night.

“They only got engaged six hours ago, I doubt they’ve thought about it all that much.” Blaine continued.

“And? I had stuff planned two years before you asked me.” Kurt blurted, covering his mouth quickly when he realised what he said.

“Wait - you what?” asked Blaine, grinning.

“Nothing, nothing ... never mind, I said nothing.” Kurtreplied, blushing furiously. “Can I get anyone more champagne? Alcohol? Cyanide ... no? Just me? Okay ...”

Kurt made to leave for the bar but Blaine grabbed his arm and curled Kurt back in to his chest, looping his arms around his husband's waist. He brushed a few stray hairs from his face, staring into Kurt's eyes. He wanted to kiss him so badly, to feel the warmth of those perfect lips. Kurt was adorable, and Blaine loved everything about him ... he fell for Kurt a little more each day, making it hurt so much more that he’d broken his heart into a million pieces.

“I think it’s adorable. I think you’re adorable” Blaine smiled gently, remembering their first Regionals competition together. He pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's nose.

Kurt smiled genuinely at the kiss, secretly enjoying it. “You missed.” he said.

“What?”

“You missed.” Kurt repeated, leaning in and pressing his lips to Blaine's, kissing him tenderly and sweetly. He pulled away, grinning.

“I’m sorry, Kurt.”

“I know baby, I know…”

“Aww, you guys.” sighed Jeff.

The next few hours were filled with laughter, flirting and wedding talk. The two couples giggled as they relived memories. When the blood/alcohol level had increased and the four men felt happy and pleasantly warm, Kurt and Blaine were goaded into singing karaoke.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Blaine started, looking to Kurt as he sang. Kurt looked even more stunning than this morning - truly more beautiful than ever. Blaine didn’t know if it was the stage lighting or that he hadn’t been with him in over a week, but he really wanted Kurt - he wanted to take him and fuck him into the bed. He wanted to watch him writhe with pleasure as he hit Kurt's prostate, seeing the lust in his husband's eyes as he came screaming Blaine's name. He wanted to lie holding Kurt as they rode their orgasms ... he just needed Kurt.

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No-one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Kurt glanced at Blaine ... his ass looked so good in those Jeans. Kurt had drunk quite a lot - his inhibitions had been thrown out of the window and his cock was clearly running the show. He really wanted Blaine, needed him. Kurt needed to feel him - needed Blane inside of him, making him feel great. He missed having that intimacy with Blaine, being close, feeling, touching, fucking.

but tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh

As the song came to a close both boys were extremely aroused, both with tears in their eyes. They turned and walked towards each other arms open, seeing how broken the other was, and fell into a tight embrace. Kurt turned his head and pecked Blaine's cheek.

“I’m so sorry, baby - I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.” Blaine whispered softly into Kurt's ear.

“I’m sorry too, Blainey.” said Kurt. He kissed Blaine's neck, slowly sucking on his pulse point without even realising what he was doing.

Blaine was surprised by Kurt's actions. He couldn’t complain though - it felt amazing. He really had missed Kurt; feeling him this close, holding him, touching him, kissing him.

Kurt pulled away. “Let’s go home” He growled.

All Blaine's blood flooded south ... his boxers strained and his pants grew tight and uncomfortable. He looked into Kurt's eyes, his pupils’ lust blown. Blaine was torn - it was too soon but he’d missed Kurt and the intimacy couples share … it was a classic fight between his head and his dick. As always just lately, his dick won the argument.

“Uh, guys? I think we’re going home.” Blaine said, his husband smiling into his neck.

“Oh, okay. Well, it was nice to see you two.” Jeff grinned. “Kurt, could we maybe enlist you as our wedding planner?”

Kurt nodded. They all embraced, said their goodbyes and Kurt and Blaine hailed a cab and headed back to their apartment. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Kurt slammed Blaine into the door, his cock getting the better of him and unable to stop himself from kissing Blaine deeply and passionately. He grabbed him by the shirt and walked him to the sofa, falling on top of him, Kurt pressed against his thigh.

“Mmm.” moaned Kurt “I’d forgotten how good you taste. You taste of my Blainey.”

Blaine’s brain managed to regain control and he pulled away and sat up. Kurt looked disgruntled, but Blaine knew that this was the right thing for him to do - he just hoped that sober Kurt would agree. Kurt leaned in and started to kiss down Blaine's neck again.

“Kurt, baby ... stop.” Blaine urged, pushing Kurt off him and standing up. “It’s too soon, and I hate that it is because this feels so good, but I hurt you … it’s not the time for us to be in this place again.”

“If it feels good, why don’t we just do it?” Kurt slurred slightly.

“Because it’s too soon, and deep down, behind your drunken haze you know that …”

“Fuck you Blaine!” snapped Kurt, storming off to the guest room. “I just wanted to have some fun. You always spoil my fun! I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE you!”

The door slammed and Blaine winced. “You’re acting like a teenager, Kurt! In the morning you’ll see that this was the right decision.”

~~~

Kurt curled up and cried into his pillow. Blaine had never turned him down before ... a small voice in the back of his head was telling him Blaine was right. Kurt knew that he was, but he just wanted to touch and feel Blaine like he used to - before all this mess. Kurt just wanted things back to normal.

~~~

Blaine sat on the edge of the bed, put his head in his hands and run them down his face. It was the right thing to do. He really hoped that Kurt didn’t really hate him … it killed him to hear those words leave Kurt’s mouth and have them directed at him.

~~~
later that night

It was the early hours of the morning and Kurt still hadn’t slept. He knew that Blaine would more than likely be asleep by now, but he also knew that he always slept best in Blaine's arms. He snuck into their room and snuggled next to Blaine hoping to wake him.

Blaine stirred. “Mmm, Kur?”

“Damn - you caught me.”

“Happy anniersersary.” Blaine mumbled almost incoherently before falling back to sleep.

“Yeah,” Kurt sighed. “Happy anniversary.”