”Love, love, love. Love, love, love. There's nothing you can do that can't be done.”, Kurt sings happily as he stumbles into his old bedroom in Lima. 

”A little drunk are you?”, Blaine laughs, wrapping his arms around his fiancé, drunk on wine. 

”Just drunk in love.”, Kurt winks, almost falling out of Blaine's arms.

Blaine laughs.

”Nothing you can sing that cant be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. Its easy.”, Kurt continues to sing, louder this time, spinning his man, his fiancé, around in a twirl.

”Enjoyed that wine a bit too much, Kurt?”, Blaine smiles, glancing down at Kurt's hand to see the ring he placed there hours earlier. 

He shivers.

It's all really happening now. This is reality and no longer a distant dream. Blaine proposed to the love of his life, and he said yes. He can feel himself tearing up a bit for what feels like the millionth time tonight. Because it is real now. It is so real.

”Dance with me.”, Kurt blurts out, tossing his blazer onto the bed before pulling Blaine into his arms again. 

Blaine laughs but doesnt argue against it. Because how could he? Now that he is here with his drunk fiancé, he would probably say yes to anything Kurt suggests, Blaine thinks.

”Love, love, love.”, Kurt keeps singing, more quiet this time, right into Blaine's ear. 

He shivers again as he feels Kurt's hot breath in his ear, he grabs Kurt's waist a little tighter and places a soft kiss to his neck. 

”Love is all you need.”, Blaine starts singing too, in a whisper, grinning against his fiancé's lips.

”Also wine. You need wine too.”, Kurt says with a sigh, causing Blaine to laugh again.

”Ruining the moment much?”, he teases, placing his finger under Kurt's chin to reach his mouth again.

”I'm sorry, fiancé.”, Kurt grins and the taste of alcohol is strong on his tongue as he licks Blaine's lower lip. 

Blaine shivers again.

Fiancé.

Kurt is his fiancé.

”Even though I love this suit on you, I'd much rather have it tossed on the floor right now.”, Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear, receiving a delightful giggle from him.

Blaine wants to cry again because he has missed that sound being so close to his ear. The sound of Kurt's giggle, his laugh, his wonderful voice in general, right into his ear. 

”You will not toss this suit on the floor. You'll fold it carefully and place it on the desk or something.”, Kurt faces him, a wide, drunk grin appearing on his face as he tugs at the hem of his own blazer. 

”Just off with it.”, Blaine groans, pressing his body up against Kurt and the blue eyed, drunk man laughs loudly in his old room. 

”This feels like high school all over again. Sneaking up to my old room to have sex, constantly being worried about my family getting home early.”, Kurt points in a quiet, muffled laugh against Blaine's neck as he is undoing his fiancés tie and shirt. 

”You always get this nostalgic when you're drunk.”, Blaine chuckles, placing a soft kiss to Kurt's temple, helping the man with the zipper of his pants. 

”I also tend to have great sex while I'm drunk, you know?”, Kurt teases, quickly tugging Blaine's last layers of clothing off, tossing them onto the floor. 

”That is true.”, Blaine smiles against Kurt's lips, pressing their naked chests together as he carefully pulls Kurt's pants off. 

They start of slow and tender. Long, hot kisses. Tongues barely touching. Fingers intertwining. But then Kurt forces him closer by digging his heels into Blaine's ass, earning a quiet moan from the man. And after that, those slow, gentle kisses are replaced by quick, openmouthed ones. Tongues dancing together in the most perfect, delicate way. Hands grabbing every single inch of skin they can reach. Licking and sucking each other's necks and earlobes. 

”Underwear off.”, Kurt begs him somewhere between their desperate kisses and Blaine is fast to pull off his own boxer briefs, tugging Kurt's underwear down not two seconds later. 

Kurt's hands grabs him by his neck, slowly caressing the skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Their hips roll together in a perfect rhythm and pace they're forever learning. 

A low whimper escapes Blaine's mouth when Kurt rolls them over, straddling Blaine, still making sure their erections rolls together. Wet, sloppy kisses are pressed against Blaine's sweaty neck and all he can manage to do is to let out a broken moan, feeling his eyes roll back. 

”Kurt.”, his fiancés name tastes as good as ever on Blaine's tongue and he digs his nails into Kurt's shoulders, forcing their desperate bodies even closer. 

Even in Kurt's drunk state, he knows exactly what he is doing when he locks their gazes together and reaches for the bottle of lube on Blaine's nightstand. 

The hazel eyed man has to remind himself to breathe properly as he stares at a concentrated Kurt coating his fingers. 

Kurt's lips are quickly back against his own, kissing him fiercely, shoving his tongue in so deep and desperate that Blaine wants to cry from the thrill of it all. 

It's been way too long.

Blaine squeezes his eyes shut as he feels a finger sliding into the crack of his ass, slippery from the white liquid. A flash of confusion passes in Blaine's brain as Kurt suddenly stops his movements.

Blaine looks up.

”What's wrong?”, he asks, voice concerned as he sits up resting on his elbows. 

”I can't stop looking at the ring. I forgot to take it off.”, Kurt's eyes doesn't leave the silver ring on his slippery finger as he speaks, a giant smile on his face. 

Something warm settles beneath Blaine's ribs. 

”It suits you better than anything.”, Blaine breathes, eyes glued to his fiancé's happy look on his face as he turns his head to meet Blaine's eyes.

”I want to keep it on. I'm just gonna coat another finger instead.”, Kurt replies, quickly fumbling with his hands again to coat another finger.

Blaine bites back a laugh. His drunk fiancé is absolutely adorable.

And unfairly hot.

”I'm back.”, Kurt mumbles, lips pressing against Blaine's again as he slowly pushes his other finger inside Blaine's body.

The shorter man lets out a gasp, closing his eyes, focusing completely on the feeling of Kurt working him open. 

As his gasps and moans becomes more desperate and repeated, Kurt coats another finger with lube and pushes in gently, constantly making sure that it doesn't hurt or feels uncomfortable for Blaine. 

”Shit, Kurt.”, Blaine pulls him closer with his hands, his lips tracing down his neck and shoulder. 

Nails digging into Kurt's back, receiving a breathy moan against his temple. 

”Come on.”, Blaine begs, wrapping his legs around Kurt's drunk body, searching with his hand for the condom in his drawer. 

Kurt's lips are parted and his eyes wide as Blaine rolls the condom onto his hard length. Their eyes never leaves each other, and even though they have done this a million times before, Blaine's heart is still beating fast in a nervous way. 

Their eye contact remains as Kurt slowly pushes in, stopping immediately every time when he sees any sign of pain on Blaine's face.

”Come on.”, Blaine repeats, shoving Kurt deeper with his legs wrapped around him, his hands traveling up and down Kurt's back. 

”Fuck, I love you.”, Kurt groans and Blaine's heartbeat speeds up even faster. A big smile appearing on his face before the feeling of Kurt filling him up completely settles in his brain. 

Holy shit. 

Kurt's loud whimper against his neck only urges Blaine to pull him even closer, moaning in harmony with his fiancé as their hips slams together. Their pace becoming faster and more desperate every second. 

Broken whimpers and moans of pleasure echoes between the walls in Kurt's old teenage room. Blaine makes sure to keep his eyes open, staring into those magical blue eyes, clinging onto Kurt's body as if his life depends on it. 

It's desperate, hot and sweaty, but most of all intense. So intense that Blaine can feel himself wanting to cry again, stubborn tears pressing behind his eyelids. He bites his lip, eyes still on Kurt, feeling Kurt hitting that sensitive spot inside of him with every thrust. Blaine throws back his head against the pillow, breaking their eye contact at last. Because he is pretty sure he felt a tear starting to fall, and he does not want to cry in front of Kurt right now. 

But the passion and the intensity of it all is too much for Blaine, and he wonders if Kurt feels it too. If he feels the same as Blaine does, the feeling of being intimate together as an engaged couple for the first time. An engaged couple that will be together in New York a few months from now. Blaine smiles and the tears seems to be eager to fall down his cheek as Kurt presses their foreheads together. 

”Kurt.”, Blaine breathes out. 

He wanted to say something romantic, a sentence of love, a compliment. But the thing he manages to get out, is the most beautiful thing ever in his mind, it's Kurt's name. 

He feels a hand wrapping around his throbbing erection as he meets Kurt's eyes again, feeling the man's jagged up breath against his own parted lips. 

The intensity and shine in Kurt's bright blue eyes hits Blaine again, burning into his skin and fuck, he just wants to cry. But instead, he comes with a shout. His body shaking as he spills himself all over his own chest. Blaine lets his body sink into the matress, keeping his eyes open as he stares at his fiancé reaching his own height, coming inside of him.

Kurt's body collapses on top of him and Blaine's hands finds their way to Kurt's dark, messy hair. 

”Love, love, love.”, he hears Kurt sing out in a breath against his ear.

Blaine laughs. A laugh so filled with love and joy it tears him apart, he starts crying. 

”I love you.”, he whimpers, slowly kissing the top of his fiancés head. 

”He loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.”, Kurt continues his breathy singing into Blaine's ear, his hands stroking the sides of Blaine's body. 

Blaine shivers again, hearing himself laugh and sob and trying to catch his breath, all at once. 

Kurt tilts his head up to look at him. 

”I love you too, fiancé.”