Blaine looked at Kurt in stunned silence. He took Kurt's hand in his. "Of course you can't say no, babe. I wouldn't expect you to."

Kurt felt his heart breaking into a million pieces, each piece sharper than any razor blade he could imagine. "But, I can't imagine doing it. Not this way."

"Baby, you have to. Things like this only come along once in a lifetime. Just like my book deal. You have to take the opportunities that life gives you," Blaine said, wondering at the pale agony on Kurt's face.

"But not without you," Kurt whispered.

"Of course, not without me," Blaine said, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you read the letter? The apprenticeship is in Paris, Blaine! How can I be doing that in Paris when you're going to be writing here in New York?" Kurt cried, tears falling like rain.

"Kurt, Kurt, stop," Blaine said.

Kurt continued to sob, wishing it all hadn't come down to this.

"Kurt, snap the fuck out of it and stop crying," Blaine yelled.

Kurt's head came up, shock written across his tear streaked face.

"Didn't you hear me? I said you wouldn't be going without me," Blaine explained.

"But," Kurt said, stunned. "But I can't ask you to give up your book deal."

"Just as I would never ask you to give up this chance in Paris," Blaine said. "But you know the great thing about being the 'talent'?"

"What?" Kurt said, trying to get what he was saying.

"Kurt, baby, I can write my book anywhere. That's the wonderful thing about computers. Yeah, I'll have to come back to promote it and do any tours that I get, but maybe by that time you can come with me. Neither of us have to give up our dreams," Blaine said gently.

"You'll go with me to Paris?" Kurt asked dumbly.

"Of course," Blaine said. "Ooph!" Kurt tackled him against the couch cushions, crawling up his body to plant kisses all over his face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Blaine. I love you so much," Kurt said, kissing him. "So, what have I been so worked up about, then?" Kurt asked, delight in his ocean eyes.

"It's your inner Diva, babe. It can't help but bring about some unneeded drama every now and then," Blaine said, bringing him down for a more lingering kiss. "By the way, congratulations on your apprenticeship."

Kurt kissed him once more and then jumped off the couch. "Thank you! Can you believe it? We're going to move to Paris! Oh my god, this means I have to drop out of college," Kurt said, stunned.

"I'm sure they have colleges in France, babe," Blaine smiled. He had a feeling the coming weeks were going to be absolutely insane. Finals, the wedding, and moving to a foreign country. Holy crap, he thought, we're moving to another country. Wow. "Forget a wedding planner, we need a life planner," he muttered.

"I need paper, I have to make lists, Kurt said, his face going frantic.

"Well, bring it to the car, we have the final Warbler meeting today," Blaine said, going to grab a notebook and shoving it in Kurt's hands.

Kurt stood there, tears filling his eyes again. "It's truly our last Warbler meeting, too, isn't it?"

Blaine understood that look. He was having a problem not getting choked up at the thought of not seeing his friends again. At least for a long while. He knew they would be back to visit, and probably often, but it wouldn't be the same.

"Come on, babe," he said and they walked silently in the car. The drive consisted of little talk, but they agreed to tell all of their friends the news.

All of the Warbler's seemed to have been hit by the end-of-the-year emotions. Hugs were being given out to anyone standing still long enough.

"I love you guys," Trent whimpered, grabbing Kurt and Blaine together to hug them.

"We love you, too, big guy," Blaine said fondly.

Colton came up and took Kurt's hand. "Can you believe this is the last meeting of the year?"

Kurt squeezed his hand. "I know. I'm trying not to cry," he said. For more reasons than one, he thought. But they'd agreed to save the news until the end of the meeting.

Blaine got caught up in hugs from Wes and David with promises to write and text over the summer. Blaine thanked Wes for everything he'd done in his life, truly grateful for the man giving him a new chance at life, but treating him as an equal. He was then grabbed by Puck who hugged him and threatened his life should he ever harm Kurt. Blaine laughed and told him he had nothing to worry about.

Jason came up behind Colton and wrapped his long arm around him, leaning down to kiss his cheek. Kurt smiled and embraced them both.

"You know I love you both, don't you?" Kurt asked tearfully.

"Of course, diva," Jason said with a wink. "We love you, too. You were a pretty damn good roommate."

"And a wonderful friend," Colton added, his voice catching.

"Now, none of that or we won't be able to stop," Kurt said.

"Hey Kurt," Sam said, walking up to them. "I just wanted to wish you a happy summer and tell you I'm glad we got to be friends."

Kurt grinned at him. "Me too, Sam. Let's keep in touch over the summer?"

"Sure. I'd hug you, but Blaine's already glaring at me, so how about a handshake?" Sam said nervously.

Waving off Blaine and his stare, Kurt leaned in and gave Sam a quick hug. "He's all bark and no bite," he said. Of course he was until someone tried to Kurt. He shuddered at the memory of the beating Blaine had given Marco. He was glad that whole era of his life was over. He'd had nightmares for a while and had to back on the sleeping pills from Juliet. But everything was fine now. His scars were even getting lighter since he'd found a wonderful product that minimized scars. Life was good and though it would be bittersweet for a little while, he was exhilarated at the new adventure they were facing.

Blaine came and took his hand as they found their seats.

Mr. Schue called the meeting to order and chuckled when he realized that for the first time all year, all the Warbler's were grouped together in the seats instead of being spread out as they usually were.

"First, I want to say that I am so proud of all you. We got our third National championship trophy and that is only because you all worked your butts off. I am honored to be your director. Second, I have a song for us to sing, something to inspire you as you go off for the summer. And for those of you who might not be back next year, just remember. Once a Warbler, always a Warbler," Mr. Schue said, tears in his eyes.

The group stood as one and applauded him with shouts of thanks and 'I love you'. For the final time, they assembled on the stage, Mr. Schue handing out sheet music to them individually and shaking their hands like it was a graduation. High fives were passed around and everyone was grinning, happy to perform together one last time. As the music began and Kurt looked at the music, he realized why Mr. Schue had handed them out. There were solos that he'd marked. He grinned when he saw one for him. Kurt closed his eyes and listened to Blaine open the song. The lyrics made him open his eyes and he saw that Blaine was singing to him. They shared a secret smile and lost themselves to the music.

(Blaine)

My best friend gave me the best advice

He said each day's a gift and not a given right

Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind

And try to take the path less traveled by

That first step you take is the longest stride

(Group)

If today was your last day

And tomorrow was too late

Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?

Leave old pictures in the past

Donate every dime you have?

If today was your last day

(Kurt and Colton)

Against the grain should be a way of life

What's worth the prize is always worth the fight

(Kurt)

Every second counts 'cause there's no second try

So live like you'll never live it twice

Don't take the free ride in your own life

(Group)

If today was your last day

And tomorrow was too late

Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?

Leave old pictures in the past

Donate every dime you have?

(Wes and David)

Would you call old friends you never see?

Reminisce old memories

Would you forgive your enemies?

(Blaine)

Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?

Swear up and down to God above

That you finally fall in love

If today was your last day

(Trent)

If today was your last day

Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?

You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars

Regardless of who you are

Kurt sang with tears streaming down his face. He had gotten a second chance and he would never take it for granted.

(Kurt)

So do whatever it takes

'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life

Let nothin' stand in your way

Cause the hands of time are never on your side

(Blaine and Kurt)

If today was your last day

And tomorrow was too late

Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

(Group)

Would you live each moment like your last?

Leave old pictures in the past

Donate every dime you have?

Would you call old friends you never see?

Reminisce old memories

Would you forgive your enemies?

Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?

Swear up and down to God above

That you finally fall in love

If today was your last day

The final melodies rang out a capella, all of them giving it their all. When the last note came, the room went silent. Suddenly a cheer broke the quiet, Puck yelling "Dalton!" All of the joined in, chanting faster and faster until they all were cheering and applauding.

There was another round of hugs given, tears in some eyes, promises to hang out.

Mr. Schue held up his hands. "That's all we had for today, guys. Again, I am so proud of you all. Have a safe summer and I hope to see you all next year. Keep singing, keep those voices strong, but don't overdo it," he said with a smile.

The guys started leaving the stage when Blaine stepped forward. "Actually, Mr. Schue, Kurt and I kind of wanted to talk to you guys for a minute, if that's okay."

Everyone agreed and sat down, looking up at them curiously.

Kurt and Blaine stood center stage, gazing fondly on their friends. Blaine took Kurt's hand and nodded his support.

"I just wanted to say that I love each and every one of you. Thank you for your support and love this year. It hasn't been easy, but I'd like to think we made it through together. And now, we are really going to need your support. I got a letter offering me an apprenticeship with a major fashion design firm," Kurt said. The group applauded and whistled for him. "The thing of it is; it's in Paris."

The room sat in stunned silence. "What?" Colton said, tears already in his eyes.

Kurt's eyes began watering at the sight. "Blaine and I are moving to Paris after the wedding. Neither of us will be returning to Dalton," he said.

"Not cool!" Puck yelled, looking more upset than mad.

"You guys aren't coming back, like ever?" Wes asked.

"We'll be back to visit, but yes, the majority of our time will be spent in Paris," Blaine said.

"I wish you the best," Jason said, his deep voice breaking. "We'll miss you guys." Colton cuddled up next to him and Jason held him tightly.

"I know it's a shock, but this isn't something we can pass up," Blaine said.

Kurt loved him even more in that moment because he said it was something "we" can't pass up, not just Kurt. It was always going to be them; they were a team.

"We, uh, prepared a short number to say goodbye. Please know we love you all," Kurt said.

Blaine went and put a CD in and they sat next to each other on the stage, their feet dangling over the edge.

(Blaine)

I'm limited

Just look at me - I'm limited

And just look at you

You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda

So now it's up to you

For both of us

Now it's up to you

Kurt gestured around the room, singing to each one of his friends.

(Kurt)

I've heard it said

That people come into our lives for a reason

Bringing something we must learn

And we are led

To those who help us most to grow

If we let them

And we help them in return

Well, I don't know if I believe that's true

But I know I'm who I am today

Because I knew you...

Kurt could see tears already streaming down Colton's face. Jason was biting his lip hard. Puck had his hands clasped in front of him, his expression pained. Trent was openly crying. Wes and David were blinking rapidly.

Like a comet pulled from orbit

As it passes a sun

Like a stream that meets a boulder

Halfway through the wood

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

Because I knew you

I have been changed for good

(Blaine)

It well may be

That we will never meet again

In this lifetime

So let me say before we part

So much of me

Is made from what I learned from you

You'll be with me

Like a hand print on my heart

And now whatever way our stories end

I know you have re-written mine

By being our friends...

Blaine grinned as he changed the words. He knew his friends were being affected and he hoped they all were able to realize how much they meant to him and Kurt.

Like a ship blown from its mooring

By a wind off the sea

Like a seed dropped by a sky bird

In a distant wood

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you

(Kurt)

Because I knew you

(Both)

I have been changed for good

Blaine sang purposefully, glancing from Wes to David, apologizing and thanking them at the same time for giving him a chance.

(Blaine)

And just to clear the air

I ask forgiveness

For the things I've done you blame me for

(Kurt)

But then, I guess we know

There's blame to share

(Both)

And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Kurt / Blaine)

Like a comet pulled from orbit (Like a ship blown from its mooring)

As it passes a sun (By a wind off the sea)

Like a stream that meets a boulder (Like a seed dropped)

Halfway through the wood (By a bird in the wood)

(Both)

Who can say if I've been

Changed for the better?

I do believe I have been

Changed for the better

(Kurt)

And because we knew you

(Blaine)

Because we knew you

(Both)

Because we knew you

We have been changed... for good

As they slid the rest of the way off the stage, they were surrounded by Warblers, tears and hugs all around. A group hug was formed and they stood that way for a long while, the camaraderie and feeling of family so deep, they just couldn't let go.

. . . . . .

Three weeks later...

"Kurt, Kurt, for god's sake, calm down! You're getting married, this is supposed to be a happy day," Colton said, grabbing Kurt's flailing arms.

"Didn't you hear me? The caterer brought oysters instead of the crudités that I expressly ordered," Kurt said, panicking. "It's not going to be perfect."

"I am so gonna slap your face if you do not calm the hell down!" Colton said, shaking him lightly. "You need to get dressed or are you gonna let the damn caterer keep you from meeting Blaine at the altar?"

That seemed to snap Kurt out of it. Then he looked at himself in the simple jeans and button up he was wearing.

"Oh my god, I'm not dressed! The wedding starts in a half hour! I gotta change!" he wailed.

Colton shook his head and walked over to get the suit hanging on the armoire. They were in the penthouse suite of the Waldorf-Astoria and though the view was spectacular, Colton was sure Kurt hadn't even glanced around the room, much less eyed the scenery.

Kurt hurried into the bathroom and made sure his hair was still coiffed perfectly. That was the reason for the button up shirt, so his hair wouldn't get touched. He usually had his hair standing straight up, but Blaine preferred it off-center a little bit. Off kilter, he says, like Kurt is. So he'd done his hair to please his soon-to-be husband. Taking a deep breath, he couldn't believe he was getting married. After his dad died, he'd been so alone, he'd thought there would never be anyone important in his life. Now here he was, on his wedding day. Tears escaped his eyes as he thought of his father. He wished he was here. He would bury himself in his father's strong arms, look into those green eyes and know that everything was perfect. But that wasn't to be. Blaine was everything to him, though, and he knew his father would approve.

He walked back into the bedroom and calmly stripped and slipped into his suit. The black jacket was long, tailored perfectly to his shape. He had chosen a discreet silver ascot instead of a tie to go over the crisp white shirt. The jacket had a single silver button that attached mid-waist. For an accessory, he had found a dainty silver chain that attached onto his collar and hung down and across his front and attached to his pocket square on the other side. It was just enough beauty without being gaudy. He loved it.

Spinning in front of the mirror to get a full view, he couldn't believe how utterly happy he was. He slipped into his shiny black shoes and turned to Colton who had also dressed quickly. Colton would be his best man as Wes would be Blaine's. They only had two attendants, even though they'd wanted all of the Warbler's and Jason to stand up with them. It would have been a bit much, though, so they each settled for their closest friend.

"Are you ready?" Colton asked him, smiling tremulously.

"I was born for this moment," Kurt said simply, his blue-green eyes shining with emotion.

There was a hesitant knock on the door. Kurt beckoned them to come in and a small woman with close cropped copper hair, peeked in.

"It's time, Kurt," she said in her sweet voice.

Kurt smiled at their officiator. Mardie had been the fourth person they'd called when they'd wanted someone to perform their wedding. Surprisingly, even in New York there was still prejudice. Mardie, however, had sounded excited at the prospect.

"Alright, thank you," Kurt said, suddenly excited and eager.

He and Colton embraced before heading to the elevator with Mardie. On the way down, Kurt patted his pockets.

"I have the ring," Colton reassured him.

"Okay, good," Kurt smiled. "It's going to be perfect, isn't it?"

"It really is," he agreed, his blue eyes twinkling. Colton couldn't be happier for his friend. Of course, he was happy for himself, too, as Jason had given him a promise ring just the night before. It was a promise that they would be together and that after college, they might take the same steps Kurt and Blaine were taking.

They stepped out of the elevator and headed toward the ballroom where the wedding would take place.

Mardie gave Kurt a hug and walked in the room to take her place at the altar.

Colton went to a nearby table and picked up two flowers and came back to Kurt. He handed him the single red-orange lily and kept the other for himself.

"Ready?" Colton whispered, hearing the music start.

"Ready," Kurt whispered back, his throat thick with emotion.

Colton slowly started walking down the aisle to the Pachelbel's Canon in D Major. Once he reached the altar, Kurt began his walk.

He saw Blaine immediately and gasped loudly at the sight of him in his tuxedo. His black suit also had a longer jacket, but was opened to reveal a beautiful, shimmering satin waistcoat. A thick black tie finished it off. His pocket square was the same as Kurt's; silver with black flecks throughout. The suit was so well fitted, Kurt couldn't help feeling a bit breathless. Blaine was beautiful. His hair was curly as normal as Kurt had requested. But it was his eyes that were capturing him. Those golden eyes, so full of love and adoration, shining with tears. Kurt knew his eyes must look the same as he completed those last few steps. He realized he hadn't looked at any of his guests, but he knew all that mattered was Blaine.

Reaching the altar, he handed his lily to Colton and turned to take Blaine's hands in his.

"You are so beautiful," Blaine said, his heart in his eyes.

"You take my breath away," Kurt whispered back, a tear sliding down his cheek.

"Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends," Mardie began. "We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the joining of Blaine and Kurt in marriage. With love and commitment, they have decided to live their lives together as husbands. They have opted for their own vows. Blaine, if you would," Mardie said, smiling at them happily.

Blaine took the ring from Wes, his hands shaking slightly. "Kurt, when we first met, I was a different person. I was a hard person, mean and uncaring. Something about you began to crack that exterior. You got inside the barriers I had placed around me. At some points, I hated you for that," he said, smiling. "But then I realized that when you were around, I could be myself, the real me that I'd been struggling to hide for so many years. I would not be who I am today, if I hadn't met you. Today, I am happy, calm, and so very much in love. You have the most beautiful, compassionate soul I have ever seen. And strength, god, Kurt, you are so strong and I depend on that strength. I love you with everything within me, every last cell. I promise to love you forever and beyond. Through sickness and health, rich and poor, until we are old and doddering fools," he said with a broken chuckle, tears sliding down his face. "And after we die, I promise to continue loving you, for all eternity." With that, he slid the simple band onto Kurt's left hand.

Kurt sighed deeply, sniffing and wiping his tears away. He took the ring from Colton. "Blaine, I did hate you at first. But like you said, you started to break through the walls I had. I was so afraid to love. The people I loved most in the world, my parents, died and left me alone. I didn't know if I would ever be happy. But you sparked that happiness in me and I thank you for that. Thank you for your acceptance, your compassion and sympathy and your strength. You have saved me in every way a person can be saved and I thank you for that. I love you so much. You are a part of me. As much a part of me as me being a diva," Kurt said, grinning through his tears. "You are mine and I am yours. Forever. I promise this to you today," he said and slid the ring onto Blaine's left hand.

"Blaine Everett Anderson, do you take Kurt Elizabeth Hummel to be your lawfully wedded husband," Mardie asked.

"I do," Blaine said, loud and sure.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, do you take Blaine Everett Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Kurt said, smiling so wide his cheeks ached.

"By the power vested in me by the wonderful state of New York, I now pronounce you husbands," Mardie said grandly. "You may now kiss."

Blaine pulled Kurt close, his hand resting gently on his cheek. Looking deep into his eyes, he guided their lips together. The kiss was soft and so very sweet, their lips moving gently together, adoring each other, worshiping.

When they pulled apart, Kurt's eyes were glazed with passion. Blaine couldn't help one more kiss as the audience chuckled and hooted their approval.

"I am honored to present to you all, Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson," Mardie announced.

The crowd applauded, cheering for them as they walked down the aisle, their arms wrapped around each other.

Making it into the hallway, Blaine stopped Kurt and kissed him passionately, swiping his tongue across Kurt's full lips and dipping into his mouth. Moving into him, he kissed him until Kurt was bending backward, Blaine dipping him as he kissed him. Kurt sighed in pleasure, his arms around Blaine's neck.

Still holding him in the dip, Blaine looked deep into those wide blue-green eyes. "I love you so damn much, Kurt. Thank you for doing me the honor of becoming my husband."

He pulled Kurt up and kissed him softly. Kurt's eyes glowed with adoration. "I love you, Blaine. I am so proud to call you my husband. I want to shout it from the rooftops of New York and Paris," he said joyfully.

"And so we will," Blaine said.

. . . . .

"And now we'll have the happy couple come on up here for their first dance," Puck announced. He was playing deejay and started the song they had picked as their own.

Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms and began swaying and moving to the music.

When I see your smile

Tears roll down my face I can't replace

And now that I'm strong I have figured out

How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul

And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

Blaine sang along softly, gazing lovingly into Kurt's eyes. This man, this beautiful creature was officially his. Nothing would ever feel better than this moment right now.

I will never let you fall (let you fall)

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Blaine began twirling Kurt around the dance floor, into a sort of waltz, singing at the top of his lungs. Kurt joined in and they spun and sang.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Seasons are changing

And waves are crashing

And stars are falling all for us

Days grow longer and nights grow shorter

I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart

Please don't throw that away

Cuz I'm here for you

Please don't walk away and

Please tell me you'll stay whoa, stay whoa

Kurt felt so free, dancing across the floor, Blaine's strong arms supporting him. He closed his eyes and just felt the moment, felt the incredible love he had for this man, the song flowing through him.

Use me as you will

Pull my strings just for a thrill

And I know I'll be okay

Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

The audience clapped and Kurt pulled Blaine in for a long kiss, their tongues meeting and mingling.

"This is the perfect moment," Kurt whispered. "You are my perfect moment."

"You are mine," Blaine replied simply.

. . . . .

The couple stumbled into the penthouse suite, laughing, kissing and working at getting each other's tuxes off.

"I can't believe you smeared cake on my face," Kurt grumbled with a laugh, giving a sound of triumph as he got Blaine's jacket and off and started on his waistcoat.

"It's good for your skin," Blaine breathed against his neck as he untied Kurt's ascot and threw it to the floor.

Soon they were naked and falling onto the bed. Blaine worshiped Kurt's body. Pushing him back onto the bed, he kissed each of his ankles, licking, sucking and kissing his way up his knees, his thighs, his hips. Kurt bucked up, wanting his straining cock to get the same attention, but Blaine just grinned and kept going. He licked at Kurt's nipples, nipping lightly before moving to his collar bones and neck, sucking deep bruises into his skin.

Finally Kurt growled and yanked Blaine up by the curls, forcing their mouths together. They lapped at each other's lips, Kurt sucking on Blaine's tongue until he moaned.

"Get inside me now," Kurt said.

"I have to get you ready," Blaine said, ready to go find the lube.

"Remember how I stopped off in the restroom for a few minutes before we came up?" Kurt asked huskily.

"Yeah," Blaine said, tilting his head to the side. "Did you?"

"Yes, sweetie, I am all ready for you," Kurt said, his face turning red.

Blaine groaned at the imagery. "That is so fucking hot."

"Then hurry up and fuck me," Kurt said. He reached under the pillow and brought out the bottle of lube. Blaine slicked his cock up and leaned over Kurt, sliding into him so easily they both cried out.

Feeling surrounded by him, Blaine felt sudden tears sting his eyes. Leaning down onto Kurt, he wrapped his arms under Kurt's back and shoulders until he could lift his torso off the bed. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck as they sat wrapped around and inside each other.

"My husband," Kurt whispered.

"Mine," Blaine said, tears slipping down his cheek.

Kurt kissed the tears away, slowly undulating his hips. They had moved from passion and lust to need and love. They rocked together, in no hurry, kissing each other, tasting each other. Blaine nuzzled Kurt's neck as Kurt tugged lightly on his curls. Blaine rejoiced in the whimpers and gasps of delight coming from Kurt. Kurt enjoyed the growling rumble in Blaine's chest every time he arched his back, making Blaine's cock hit his prostate. Soon, though, it grew to be too much and Blaine thrust up into Kurt with force.

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

"I love you too, baby. God, I need you," Blaine grunted, his body beyond ready to orgasm.

"Come for me, Blaine," Kurt encouraged. He twisted and slid his hips back and forth, the friction his cock was getting from between their bodies was driving him insane. Tightening his arms around Blaine's neck, he hugged him impossibly closer.

They sank into each other, thrusting and receiving, moaning and crying at the intense sensations. Blaine suddenly tensed and yelled out, shouting Kurt's name. The feeling of him coming drove Kurt mad with need and he bucked against Blaine until he came between them, the orgasm going on and on until Kurt was almost crying. Blaine rubbed his back and moved against Kurt as the pulsing and throbbing continued. Finally, Kurt collapsed against Blaine, exhausted. They lay there for several minutes, relearning how to breathe.

Blaine slid out of him carefully and went to get the ritual wash cloth. He lovingly cleaned Kurt, kissing each spot after he wiped it down.

After disposing of the rag, Blaine lay down next to Kurt with his arm out. Kurt crawled into his spot on Blaine's shoulder, sighing happily.

"You're my husband," Kurt said, wonder and awe in his voice.

"I am," Blaine said, his body shutting down after the force of his orgasm.

"I promise I'll make you happy," Kurt whispered.

"You already have," Blaine replied as his eyes closed, holding Kurt close. "We never realized it, but in this life, all I needed was you and all you needed was me."