Epilogue

Five years later

Blaine opened the door of the hotel room before scooping Kurt off his feet and carrying him inside, enjoying the sound of his husband's giggle.

"You are nothing if not thorough," Kurt said, kissing him on the cheek.

Blaine set him down next to the bed and wiggled his eyebrows at him. "I plan on being very thorough, Mr. Hummel."

"Well then, Mr. Hummel, you'd better get over here and get started," Kurt said with a grin.

Much later, as they were relaxing together, Kurt began running his fingers up and down Blaine's chest where his head was resting.

"It was a lovely ceremony, wasn't it, Blaine?"

"Mm-hmm. It was. You did a fantastic job, as I knew you would. Everyone loved the flower arrangements, especially because you let them take them home afterward," he replied, smiling.

"Well, we didn't do anything like birdseed or bubbles, so I figured we ought to give out some sort of keepsake," Kurt said.

"They also had the napkins embossed with our names. And the chocolates with our names on them. I don't think anyone will forget our wedding," Blaine teased.

Kurt sat up with a sniff and raised an eyebrow. "Good. They shouldn't." Then he grinned. "I'm so glad the Wilson's were able to make it. They kind of took the place of your parents, didn't they?" He laid down on Blaine's chest again.

Blaine nodded, stroking Kurt's back. "Yes, they've been wonderful to me. I'm so glad I developed a stronger relationship with them. They are so much more supportive of us than my absentee parents. I really think it was good for the Wilson's to see us get married, though. They gave us a weekend in Hawaii, did you notice that?"

"I did. Do you know how much sunscreen it's going to take to protect my skin? Not that I'm complaining," Kurt assured him.

"Well, I did think of that, actually. And I was thinking if it was okay with you, we'd give that trip to Burt and Carole since they never got an official honeymoon. They'd love Hawaii," Blaine said.

Kurt squeezed him, loving him even more in that moment. "They would love that. Blaine, that's perfect."

"Besides, I already have a trip planned for us after Fashion Week, I know that's the busiest time for you," Blaine said, knowing he wouldn't have to wait long for Kurt to demand an answer. It took to the count of four.

"A trip? I thought we couldn't do anything because of your recording schedule? That CD has to be finished soon, you know," Kurt told him, trying not to sound too excited.

Blaine laughed and kissed the top of his head. "Well, being the talent, I kind of get to call the shots. Anyway, we'll be taking two weeks to go overseas," he said, holding out the excitement.

"Blaine Everett Hummel, if you don't tell me, I'm going to hit you," Kurt said, sitting up and holding his hand up threateningly.

Blaine loved the rosy cheeks and indignant expression on his face. He was like a ticked off kitty cat.

"Paris, my love. We are going to Paris," he finally told him.

The scream almost burst his ear drums, but then Kurt was laying on top of him, smothering him with kisses and a giant hug, so he knew Kurt was happy. And that was all he wanted out of this life. For this beautiful creature to be happy.

"Paris. Oh, Blaine, it's going to be wonderful. I love you. I can't believe how wonderful you are, how much you've given me," Kurt told him, kissing him passionately.

"It's nothing compared to everything you gave me the day you said 'I do'. I love you, Kurt."