“Kurt! What do you mean you aren't coming home for Christmas? I haven't seen you in months!” Blaine yelled. He heard Kurt sigh on the other end of the phone.

“I'm sorry, Blaine. There's nothing I can do.”

Blaine brought in a shaky breath, and blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“This is the third time this has happened, Kurt. I don't know if I can do this anymore. I want to see you, but you keep coming up with some bullshit excuse!”

“Don't know if you can do what?”

“Us. I'm tired of seeing your face through a computer screen, and hearing your voice through a speaker. You obviously don't feel the same way, or you would have been here.”

They was silence for a few minutes, and Blaine started to wonder if Kurt had hung up.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked.

“I don't know what to say, Blaine. The only thing I can ask for is a little more time, and some patience. Please, Blaine. I am begging you,” Kurt pleaded.

Blaine bit his lip, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Are you.. You aren't cheating on me, are you?”

Kurt was silent, and Blaine's heart started pounding in his chest.

“Does my hand count?”

Blaine let out a loud laugh, and he heard Kurt chuckle on the opposite end.

“I am not cheating on you. I swear on everything, Blaine. I only love you, okay? I am completely, and madly in love with you.”

Blaine started to cry, “I miss you so much, baby. I want you here.”

“Soon, babe. I promise. I'm going to go now, okay? You can text me if you want. I love you so much, Blaine. Please don't cry,” Kurt said.

Blaine sniffled, “Okay. I love you, too, Kurt.”

The line went dead. Blaine put his face into the pillow and started to sob. Why? Over a mixture of things.

One, Kurt wasn't going to be home for Christmas, and that was the only thing Blaine wanted this year. He wanted to be with Kurt. He didn't care about electronics, or clothes. Those things soon stopped working, or had to be thrown away because they were torn and frayed. Blaine's love for Kurt wasn't something that was going to be thrown away. He was in love with the boy.

Two, there was a small part of him that still thought Kurt might be cheating. It wasn't like Kurt, but he had new friends and a new job. He was always going out to party with his friends. The thought of another guy seeing Kurt, and touching Kurt made him feel sick. Blaine didn't want it to happen. He was willing to fight for Kurt, he didn't care.

Starting the new school year at McKinley without Kurt was really tough. He didn't have the motivation for Glee club, and everyone noticed. He wasn't able to find his voice. His voice used to be his everything.

Until he met Kurt. Kurt was his everything. Kurt was the blood pumping through his veins, his heart, his voice. He was lost without Kurt. Blaine sighed, and got out of his bed. He walked into the bathroom, and opened up the medicine cabinet.

Blaine has been having a really hard time sleeping, so his parents prescribed him sleeping pills. He poured two into his hand, and popped them into his mouth. He got a glass of water, and took a drink. He felt the pills go down his throat, and he sighed. Blaine looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He walked back into his bedroom, flopped down on his bed, and within minutes, he was fast asleep.

---
A week had passed since the news that Kurt wasn't going to be home for Christmas, and things were still the same. Blaine was depressed. Everyone in Glee tried to help him, but it was no use. Christmas was only a couple weeks away, and Blaine didn't know what he was going to do.

He walked through the halls of McKinley alone, and walked passed Kurt's old locker. He remembered when he saw Kurt standing there when he first transferred to McKinley. They had walked down the hall for a few moments, and then Kurt was practically knocking him over when he found out Blaine had transferred. His locker was now taken by some black haired Freshman.

Blaine sighed, shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, and looked down at the floor as he walked to his first class. He just wanted today to be over so he could go home and sleep.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Before Blaine knew it, he was parking his car in the driveway, and walking up the pathway to his house. He shouted a hi to his mom, and went into his bedroom. He found an envelope sitting neatly on his pillow. There was no return address, but Blaine opened it. He pulled out two pieces of folded paper. One of them read Open me first in Kurt's handwriting. His heart fluttered. It seemed like it's been forever since he saw Kurt's handwriting.

Blaine,
Call me as soon as you get this letter. Don't open the other letter until you call me. Please.

Kurt


Blaine started to get nervous. He pulled out his cellphone, and with a shaky hand, pushed 1 on his phone. Yes, Kurt was number 1 on speed dial. It rang three times, and Kurt picked up.

“Hello?”

“Kurt, hi. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

Kurt sighed, “Blaine, I always love hearing your voice. No, I'm studying to pass some time.”

Blaine smiled, and sat on his bed.

“I got your letter,” Blaine said.

He heard Kurt gasp, “Oh my god, please tell me you didn't open the other one yet.”

“No, I didn't,” Blaine laughed.

“Open it now, then!”

Blaine laughed at Kurt's voice. He put Kurt's letter down, and picked up the other one. He opened it, and gasped at what fell out. Round trip plane ticket to New York. His eyes started to tear up.

“K-Kurt, oh my god!”

Even though Blaine couldn't see it, he could tell Kurt was beaming on the other side.

“I've been working my ass off to raise the money for the tickets. Which is why I haven't been able to come home. Your parents said they were going to get you plane tickets for Christmas because you only wanted to be with me. I told them that I was already working on that, so yeah.

“You are going to be with me the twenty-second of December until the fifth of January. You have to miss a few days of school, but your parents are okay with it,” Kurt rambled, “Rachel is going home for Christmas, so it will just be you and I in the apartment.”

Blaine bit his lip and blinked away tears.

“Kurt, I am so sorry,” Blaine whispered.

“What? Why? Do you not want to come to New York?” Kurt asked, getting worried.

“No! No, it's not that at all! I'm sorry I accused you of cheating on me, and saying hurtful things,” Blaine whispered.

“I understand why you did though, baby. I would have done the same thing. I couldn't let you in on my secret,” Kurt giggled.

Blaine smiled, and he put the letter, and plane ticket on his side table. Blaine laid back in his bed, and sighed. He couldn't wait for December twenty-second..

---

Blaine felt excitement bubbling up inside of him as he walked out of the gate. He was in New York, and was soon going to be with Kurt. He hoisted his carry on onto his shoulder, and looked all around for his boyfriend.

Blaine heard someone call his name, and he turned around, and that's when he saw him. Everything stopped for a second when he saw Kurt. Blaine swallowed down the lump in his throat, and ran towards Kurt. His bag had fallen off of his shoulder as he jumped into Kurt. Blaine let out a sob as he wrapped his arms and legs around Kurt, afraid to let him go.

Kurt stumbled back when Blaine jumped on him, but he held him. Kurt started to cry as well. Blaine looked at his boyfriend, and kissed his lips over and over again. Blaine removed his legs from Kurt's waist, and planted them on the floor.

His arms were still wrapped around his boyfriends neck, and their bodies were still touching as they kissed in the middle of the airport. Kurt's hands rested on Blaine's waist where his shirt had ridden up just a bit showing off some skin.

Blaine shivered at the touch, but didn't dare pull away from the kiss. It didn't matter here how long they kissed. They were in a state that accepted gay couples. If they were back in Ohio, they would have been pulled apart by a disgusted old lady. Here, they weren't getting looks of disgust, they were getting smiles. Blaine finally pulled away, and Kurt whimpered when he did. He just stared at his boyfriend. Kurt smiled and wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“Hi,” Blaine whispered.

“Hi,” Kurt whispered back.

Blaine buried his face into the crook of Kurt's neck, breathing in the scent that he couldn't live without. Kurt held him tight, kissing his shoulder. It was just him and Blaine for a week and a half. No distractions.

Kurt put his lips to Blaine's ear, and whispered, “Let's go to my place.” Blaine nodded against his boyfriends neck, and Kurt walked away. Blaine was finally able to look at Kurt, and he looked amazing. His hair was still spiked in the way he wore to McKinley, he was wearing a tight, gray short sleeved shirt, and black pants.

He looked absolutely amazing. Kurt picked up Blaine's bag, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He looked over at his boyfriend, and smiled. Blaine smiled back, and walked towards him. They started walking towards the baggage claim, and Blaine leaned into Kurt. He smiled, wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist, and kissed the top of his head.

Blaine was finally home.

Home was where ever Kurt was.

--–
Kurt unlocked the door to his apartment, and let Blaine lead the way inside. Blaine dropped his bags, and looked around. It was very Kurt-esque. You couldn't even tell a girl lived here. Not too over done, and not simple. It was very welcoming.

He could imagine himself living here when the time came. Blaine smiled softly as he felt arms wrap around his waist. Blaine turned his body around, and stared into Kurt's blue eyes. He saw Kurt smile softly. Blaine smiled back at him, and ran his fingers through his boyfriends hair.

“Do you know how much I've missed you?” Blaine asked in a whisper.

Kurt was about to say something, but Blaine pressed his lips onto Kurt's. Blaine wasn't aware that they moved until he felt the back of his legs hit the side of Kurt's bed. Blaine kissed his boyfriend with everything in him, and Kurt mimicked his kisses.

Blaine managed to sit down, and move back on Kurt's bed without breaking their kiss. Kurt's hand was holding onto Blaine's waist, and Blaine had his arms around Kurt's neck. He missed being this close to his boyfriend. Blaine spread his legs, and Kurt settled between them. Blaine sighed at the friction of their pants rubbing together.

Kurt moved his lips from Blaine's, and started kissing and marking up his neck. Blaine's fingers tangled themselves in Kurt's hair, and he brought Kurt's lips back to his. Kurt pressed his erection into Blaine, and both of them let out a moan. Kurt started working on unbuttoning Blaine's shirt.

“Why do you always have to wear a button up when we decide to be sexual?” Kurt groaned.

“You know you love it,” Blaine said, breathing heavy.

Kurt smirked at his boyfriend, and starting to kiss his newly exposed chest. Blaine arched his back, wanting more. Kurt took the opportunity to snake his arms under Blaine's back, and kept him like that. He started licking up Blaine's chest, and started attacking his neck.

“Kurt, I need you, please,” Blaine whimpered.

Kurt smiled, removed his hands from behind Blaine's back, and started working on his jeans.

“Wait,” Blaine said, making Kurt stop.

Kurt looked at Blaine waiting for him to say something.

“What, baby?”

“Why are you still fully clothed?”

Kurt chuckled, and removed his shirt. Blaine's breath got caught in his throat as he looked over his boyfriends torso. Either Kurt has been working out, or Blaine has forgotten what he looked like shirtless in just three months. Blaine reached his hands out, and ran the pads of his fingers over Kurt's body.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

Kurt chuckled, and kissed his boyfriend deeply. He continued taking off Blaine's pants. They were soon thrown on the floor. Kurt cupped his boyfriends erection through his boxers, and Blaine let out a moan. Kurt smiled and ran his hands over his boyfriends chest, and left his hands on Blaine's stomach. Kurt shoved his tongue into Blaine's mouth making him groan.

He kissed Blaine deeply, and moved his hands down to his hips. Somehow, Blaine managed to flip them over. Kurt stared at his boyfriend, who just smiled. Blaine started kissing, and sucking on Kurt's neck. Once Blaine was satisfied with the mark he left, he moved down to Kurt's chest, then down to the top of Kurt's pants.

With shaky hands, Blaine popped the button, and unzipped the zipper, and in no time at all, Kurt's pants were on the floor. Blaine ran his tongue above the hemline making Kurt groan. Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine's curly hair, and brought him up to meet his lips.

“I need you. Now,” Kurt demanded.

Blaine smiled against his boyfriends lips. Blaine hooked his finger on Kurt's underwear, and pulled them off in one swift motion.

“Do you have--” Blaine was cut off by Kurt moving to his side dresser and bringing out a condom, and a bottle of lube. Blaine smiled, and grabbed the lube bottle. He popped the cap, and poured some over his fingers.

He waited a moment, and stuck a finger into Kurt. Kurt moaned, and Blaine felt his cock twitch. Blaine moved his finger a bit, and inserted another one. Blaine started working him open, and curling his fingers inside. Once Kurt was moaning loudly, Blaine knew he had his Kurt's prostate. Blaine inserted a third finger, and continue working him open.

“B-Blaine, please. I need you,” he heard Kurt moan.

Blaine smirked, and removed his fingers. He heard Kurt whine in protest. Blaine stood on his knees, and pulled his boxers down until they reached mid-thigh. The cool air hitting his cock made him shiver, and he proceeded to remove them all the way.

He threw them, and they landed next to Kurt's jeans. Blaine ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and slid it on. Kurt had bought the pre-lubed ones. Very smart, he thought. Blaine lined himself up with Kurt's hole, and slowly pushed in. Both of them moaned at the feeling. It had been months since they had had sex. Before Blaine could control himself, he slammed into Kurt all the way.

“Oh, fuck!” Kurt shouted.

Blaine gave Kurt a moment, and when he wiggled beneath him, Blaine took that as the sign to move. He started thrusting in and out of Kurt's tight heat. Blaine could already feel the beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead making his hair curl more. Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine's hair, and pulled him forward. Their lips crashed together, making both of them moan.

“Say my name, Blaine,” Kurt whispered against his lips.

“Kurt, oh god,” Blaine moaned.

Kurt pulled on Blaine's hair, and Blaine put his hand onto Kurt's flushed cheek. Blaine deepened their kiss, and continued thrusting.

“I want to be on top,” he heard Kurt say.

In one swift movement, Blaine was on his back with Kurt riding him. Blaine groaned at the new position, and held onto Kurt's hips. Kurt put his hands onto Blaine's chest, re-positioned his legs, and they stared into each others eyes. Kurt started moving, and his eyes snapped shut.

“Oh god, right there,” Kurt gasped.

Kurt started moaning, and panting. Blaine could feel himself getting closer. He wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock, and started moving his hand in-sync with Kurt's movements. Kurt blacked out at the sensation.

“Blaine, don't stop! Oh god,” Kurt screamed.

Blaine started moaning Kurt's name over and over, and tightening his hold on Kurt.

“I'm close,” Blaine said.

Blaine felt heat inside his lower abdomen, and he moaned Kurt's name one last time and came inside of him. Kurt soon came after, shooting his load on Blaine's chest. They stared into each others eyes, smiling.

Kurt removed himself off of Blaine. Blaine brought in a shaky breath, and disposed of the condom. Kurt brought in some paper towels, and wiped off Blaine's chest. He disposed of the paper towel, and both of them got under the covers. Kurt cuddled up into Blaine's arms. Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead, and stared into his eyes.

“I am so in love with you, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine whispered.

“I'm so in love with you, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt whispered back, his eyes fluttering shut.

Blaine smiled, kissed Kurt's forehead again, and soon fell asleep. Blaine's sleep went too fast, it seemed. He opened his eyes, and stretched. He felt the spot next to him. Kurt was there a few hours prior, but not anymore.

Blaine frowned, and sat up. He swung his legs to the side of the bed, and stood up. He got his boxers off of the floor, and slid them on. He stretched again, and heard his back pop. Kurt. Where was Kurt? He walked out into the living room, still no Kurt. What the fuck? Kurt was here last night, unless he disappeared when he was sleeping. Blaine looked around, and found a note sitting on the table.

Blaine,

I know you are probably wondering where I am, huh? I had to run to the store for a couple things. I shouldn't be long. Make yourself at home because this will be your home in a few months.

I love you,
Kurt.

Blaine smiled, and decided to get a shower. He could use one. The flight last night, and then sex when he finally entered Kurt's apartment. Blaine blushed, and walked over to his luggage. He went through it, picked out an outfit, and brought out his hair gel.

Blaine stared at the bottle, debating. Kurt would probably be pissed that he was “putting the curls in jail” as he puts it. He knew Kurt loved his curls. He chuckled to himself, threw the gel back into his bag and walked into the bathroom, and took a shower.

Kurt returned with two bags in his hand. He shut the door with his foot. He walked towards his living room, taking off his coat and scarf in the process. He hung both off the end of the sofa. Kurt walked into his kitchen, and started to put the groceries away.

His mind started drifting to Blaine, and how his apartment finally felt full with him here. Even though he was living here with Rachel, it still felt like something was missing. That something was Blaine. A week and a couple days wasn't going to be enough.

He wanted Blaine here permanently, but that wouldn't be for another six or some odd months. Earlier in the month, when Blaine had asked if Kurt was cheating on him, his heart dropped.

Blaine didn't know this, but there wasn't anyone here that sparked his interest. Sure, there were a few cute guys at the gay bars around town, but they weren't Blaine. He wanted Blaine forever. Forever with Blaine didn't seem like enough time either. Kurt sighed loudly, and started the coffee pot.

“What's wrong?” He heard a voice.

Kurt jumped slightly, and turned around. Blaine was standing there in a fitting black t-shirt that showed off his arms, and chest muscles, and a pair of tight blue jeans. His hair was still damp, and Kurt felt his heart swell at the sight. He loved Blaine's curly hair. Kurt's face broke into a smile, and leaned against the counter.

“Nothing. I'm just thinking,” Kurt told him.

“About what?” Blaine asked, concerned.

Kurt opened his arms for Blaine, and he walked into them. Kurt sighed, and breathed in Blaine's scent.

“I'm just thinking about you, and how my apartment feels full with you here. Also, I'm thinking about how much I'm in love with you, and how I want to spend the rest of forever with you,” Kurt told him.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, and beamed.

“Aww, Kurt. I want to spend the rest of forever with you, too.”

Kurt held his boyfriend tight, and kissed his forehead. Kurt didn't know what Blaine wanted to do, but if Kurt had to choose, he just wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend and watch Christmas specials that were on television. Blaine looked up at Kurt, and smiled.

“I'm so happy to be here with you,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt beamed, and kissed him, “Me too, baby.”

–--

Kurt and Blaine were walking around Time's Square, holding hands. Blaine was taking in the sights, and looking at all the posters for the Broadway shows. Kurt silently laughed at the look of amazement on Blaine's face.

Blaine had a dream of performing on a Broadway stage. Him and Kurt had talked about it one of the nights during the last week of summer. Blaine's parents and Kurt's dad had agreed that Kurt should stay with the Anderson's for the last week.

They had been cuddling after making love; Blaine was asking Kurt questions about New York, and Kurt was answering them. That's when Blaine told Kurt about his dream. Kurt had told him that he would be there every step of the way encouraging him, like Blaine had done so many times before. Kurt looked at his boyfriend when the memory faded, and smiled.

“Have you seen any of these plays yet?” Blaine asked.

“Rachel and I saw Wicked, but that's it,” Kurt reminded him.

“Oh yeah! You already told me that,” Blaine said.

Kurt laughed loudly, and kissed Blaine's temple.

“Come on, there's so much more of New York to see!”

Kurt started walking, pulling Blaine along. They spent the whole day walking New York City until Blaine started to complain about his feet hurting. Kurt told him to suck it up because he would be living here shortly. Blaine then gave him the puppy dog face, and Kurt gave in.

They were now snuggled up on the couch, drinking hot chocolate and watching a Christmas movie. They did this for the rest of the night until they had both fallen asleep. Blaine was laying on top of Kurt, and Kurt had his arms wrapped around Blaine's waist.

--–

It was Christmas morning, Blaine was awoken by Kurt softly kissing him awake. Blaine's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily. Kurt covered Blaine's lips with his own, and they kissed for a moment before Kurt pulled away. Kurt was hovering over top of him. Blaine was sure he had fallen asleep on top of Kurt.

He had no idea how Kurt had gotten out from under him without waking him. Then again, he couldn't really remember falling asleep. The walk in NYC had tired him out, he guess. He looked back into Kurt's smiling eyes.

“Good morning, baby. Merry Christmas,” Blaine said, sitting up.

“Merry Christmas,” Kurt said back, kissing him once more.

Blaine rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and Kurt placed his present on his lap. Blaine looked down at the small box, and gasped.

“I thought we told each other that we weren't giving each other presents?” Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged, and smiled. They had agreed to it. They only wanted each other for Christmas, which they obviously got. Blaine sighed, and carefully tore the wrapping paper off. He opened the lid of the box, and brought out the black velvet box inside. Blaine looked up at Kurt with wide eyes, who was sitting Indian style on the other side of the couch beaming. He opened the velvet box, and gasped. A ring.

“K-Kurt?” Blaine asked, looking up at his boyfriend.

Kurt smiled, and took Blaine's free hand.

“Blaine, a few days ago when I told you that I wanted to be with you forever, I meant it. That day, I was also thinking about how you thought I was cheating on you, and how my heart dropped. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I didn't go to gay clubs, because I did. Nothing ever happened there, I would dance with a couple of guys, get bored and come home alone.

“I would never cheat on you. I never have, and I never will. There is no guy here, or anywhere else in this world that will ever compare to you. You are the only person – no, man, that I am ever going to want. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and have children with you. So, what I'm saying, well asking is.. Will you spend the rest of forever with me, and do me the honor of marrying me?”

Blaine let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding, and tackled Kurt. Kurt let out a huff of air at the impact, and smiled. Blaine started to cry against his shoulders.

“Kurt, oh my god, yes. Of course!” He practically squealed, pulling away.

Blaine wiped his eyes as Kurt slid the ring onto his finger. Blaine stared at the ring, then at Kurt. Kurt had tears in his eyes, and was beaming at his new fiancee. Blaine threw his arms around Kurt's neck and kissed him with all the energy he had. He pulled Kurt on top of him and smiled into their kiss. Blaine pulled away, and looked into the blue eyes he couldn't live without.

“Let's get married now,” Blaine said.

Kurt stared at Blaine, with a confused look on his face.

“What?” Kurt asked, not sure if he heard right.

“You want to spend the rest of forever with me, and I do as well. Who's to say forever can't start today?”

Kurt bit his lip, and stared into his boyfriends eyes for a moment.

“I want to get married the right way, Blaine. In a Church, with flowers, and you in a tuxedo. I want to have a huge party after wards with all of our friends and family.”

Blaine knew Kurt was right, but deep down he knew that wasn't going to happen. Not with the way his parents are, and the world is on hating gays.

“How would we do that, Kurt? My parents hate me for being gay, and Ohio isn't very gay friendly.”

Kurt bit his lip, “we could get married here, an--”

Blaine cut him off, “how would people get here? Plane tickets are so expensive, and my family aren't going to drive hours to New York just to see us get married.”

Kurt sighed, and stayed silent for a moment. Blaine was completely right. Blaine's parents tolerated Kurt, but would probably never approve of him.

They hated that Blaine was gay, so they wouldn't even come to the wedding. No one had the money to fly, or drive to New York. If anything, they could have the reception in Ohio at some club. That way, they were sure almost everyone could make it.

Part of Kurt knew this could be a bad idea. Blaine was only eighteen, and Kurt was only nineteen. Kurt was sure about Blaine. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have proposed. He knew Blaine was in love with him, but Blaine wasn't out of high school or in college yet.

Kurt, on the other hand, was in college and living the college life. And to be honest, he wasn't very impressed. Sure, there were some fun parts, but most nights Kurt would sit in his apartment watching movies, or studying. How could Blaine settle down when he hadn't even started his life?

Blaine was the spontaneous and fun one in the relationship, whereas Kurt always kept his eye on Blaine so he didn't go too crazy. Kurt was snapped out of his thoughts by Blaine shaking him.

“Huh? What?” Kurt asked, blinking.

“What do you say?” Blaine asked.

“Blaine... I-” he paused, and took a deep breath before continuing, “forever has to start tomorrow.”

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed, “Why?”

“Because City Hall isn't open on Christmas.” Also because I think you should sleep on this huge decision, Kurt thought. The rest of Christmas was beautiful. Kurt had put on some Christmas music, and they spent the day cooking in the kitchen, singing and dancing.

The subject of marriage didn't pop up at all for the rest of the day. It was perfect, to say the least. Just the two of them alone in New York. Kurt and Blaine were settled on the couch, Blaine had his head on Kurt's lap. Their bellies were full from the feast they had made for the two of them. Kurt was running his fingers through Blaine's hair, watching some Christmas special on the television.

Kurt started thinking about what Blaine wanted for tomorrow, and he started to get nervous. Even though they, technically, were both adults, but Kurt hadn't seen good things about getting married at a young age. Then again, that was for straight couples, who were usually irresponsible and ended up pregnant. Kurt wasn't straight, nor pregnant. Both things were impossible.

Kurt looked down at his boyfriend, who had fallen asleep. He wanted to marry Blaine, more than anything. Kurt wanted Blaine's last name, no hyphens. Kurt Anderson. He beamed at the way it sounded. Kurt sighed, and ran his fingers through his fiancee's curly hair.

Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's lap, and yawned. When Blaine didn't wake, Kurt shook him softly. He hated to do it, but he wanted to sleep on his bed. Hazel soon met blue, and Blaine stretched.

“mm-what?” Blaine asked, half asleep.

Kurt's heart melted at how adorable he was.

“Let's go to bed,” Kurt whispered.

Blaine nodded, and got up. He stood up, stretched and yawned loudly. Kurt shut off the tv, and they both walked into the bedroom. Blaine flopped onto the mattress, and started snoring lightly. Kurt silently laughed, and took off his shirt, and jeans.

His fiancee slept so much, it was insane. Kurt got into bed, and covered up. He would have covered Blaine up, but he was sleeping on top of the comforter. Kurt did as best as he could to cuddle up next to him. When he was satisfied, Kurt soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

The sun shining extremely bright made Kurt wake up with a groan. He made a mental note to move the bed to the dark side of the room. He leaned over to kiss Blaine good morning, but he wasn't there. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, and the scent of coffee soon filled his nose. Blaine was in the kitchen. Kurt stretched, and got out of the bed.

He walked out the door and leaned against the frame. Blaine was walking around the kitchen, getting out a cup as the coffee pot dinged. Kurt watched as he fixed his coffee, he walked over to the table, sat his cup and looked up. Their eyes met, and Blaine jumped.

“Oh my god, you just scared me!” Blaine said, gasping.

Kurt smiled, and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed Blaine full on the mouth.

“Sorry, baby. Good morning.”

Blaine smiled, and Kurt made himself a cup of coffee. They sat across from each other, not saying anything. Kurt had to talk to Blaine, but he didn't know how to start out. Kurt bit his lip, and stared into his mug. He could feel Blaine's eyes staring at him. After a few more moments, Blaine finally said something.

“Kurt, what's wrong?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine, his eyes pleading for Kurt to say something.

“I..I just..,” Kurt paused for a moment, “Yesterday. You saying you wanted to marry me like as soon as possible, well it got me thinking.”

Kurt could sense by the look in Blaine's eyes that he broke his heart a little bit.

“You.. You don't want to marry me anymore?” Blaine whimpered.

Kurt's eyes went wide, and he shook his head vigorously.

“No! No, baby! I mean, you're only eighteen, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Hell, you haven't even started living. You are still in high school, baby. How can you be so sure that you want to be with me for the rest of your life, you know?

"I know I'm one hundred percent sure. I'm not impressed by the college life style. I just want to go to school, and get my degree. I want to marry you, and start a life with you. How can you get married when you never know if some body else is going to randomly pop up?”

Blaine was silent for a moment and took in all of Kurt's words. He didn't know exactly what to say. Deep down, Blaine knew Kurt was right, but he didn't care.

“I don't care, Kurt,” Blaine's voice was just above a whisper, “There's no one I'm ever going to want and love more than you.”

“How can you say that?! If you were to find someone else, and wanted a divorce, do you know how heart broken I would be, Blaine? You are so fucking young! How do you know what you want in life? How do you know you want me for the rest of your life? You do know that most of the people that get married young are divorced within a few years, right? Do you even care about any of that?”

Kurt was starting to get angry, and Blaine just stared at him with wide eyes. Blaine was silent for a minute before speaking.

“Of course I care, Kurt! I understand what you're saying, but I want to marry you. I don't care about the college lifestyle, that shit is so overrated. I want to experience everything with you, Kurt! Absolutely everything.

“My parents might not agree, but they can't do anything about it because I'm eighteen. What are they going to do? Kick me out? I can live with you, then.”

Blaine stood up, walked over to Kurt and knelt in front of him. “I am so in love with you, Kurt. I don't want to lose you. I want people to know you are mine forever, and I want people to know that I'm yours forever.

“I want to be able to go back to Lima and when people ask where I was this past Christmas break, I want to be able to say that I spent it with my husband. People are going to give me weird looks for being only eighteen, but I'm going to feel so proud knowing I have someone for the rest of my life.”

Kurt looked into Blaine's hazel eyes, and started to cry. Kurt had no idea what to say. Blaine was serious about this. Kurt was, too, but he didn't know how everyone was going to react. He kind of didn't care. Kurt pushed the bad away, and started thinking about the good. In half a year, Blaine would be here forever probably.

Kurt loved New York, and never wanted to leave. Kurt loved the thought of bringing in the new year with his husband. Kurt wanted this almost as bad as Blaine probably. He sighed, and grabbed Blaine's hand. Blaine gave Kurt a small smile, and wiped away his tears.

“If it makes you happy, Kurt, we can get married properly. I'm sorry if I forced this on you, but I just don't ever want to lose you.”

Kurt smiled at his fiancee, and kissed him softly. Both of them pulled away with a small smile on their faces. Kurt looked down at Blaine's hand, and stared at the ring. Kurt bit his lip before looking into Blaine's eyes.

“You won't ever lose me,” Kurt whispered.

“How do you know that?”

Kurt gave Blaine a smirk.

“Because you and I are going to get married.”

---
Kurt and Blaine stumbled in the apartment with bags of clothes, food, and rings on their fingers. After they got married at City Hall, they had gone shopping to celebrate. Kurt dropped his bags on the table, and turned around to face Blaine. His eyes were wide, and sparkling. Kurt beamed, and reached for his husbands hand. Blaine happily took it, and Kurt pulled him into his embrace.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, and sighed happily. Kurt's mind was now at peace; there was no more questions or doubts. He was married to a boy he was madly in love with. Their 'forever' started now. Kurt looked down at Blaine, who looked up at him.

Kurt smiled, and placed a quick, soft kiss on Blaine's lips. The butterflies that Kurt always felt whenever him and Blaine kissed made their way into his stomach, and his heart skipped a beat.

Every kiss, and every touch always felt like their first. He was sure he would be sick of it, but he was far from it. He loved the feeling of it. Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's, and sighed.

“I am so in love with you, Blaine.”

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes, and grabbed his hand. Blaine put Kurt's hand over his own heart, and held it there. Kurt's eyes flickered from Blaine's eyes, to his lips, then down to his left hand where a plain silver band laid on his ring finger. He smiled and felt the butterflies again.

“Kurt,” Blaine paused, and Kurt looked into his eyes again, “my heart is yours forever. Even after it stops beating.”

Kurt smiled, and tears filled his eyes. Blaine always said the cheesiest things, but they always made Kurt tear up. He closed the gap between their faces, and kissed Blaine passionately. When they pulled away, and Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes; he noticed that his pupils were starting to dilate. That only meant one thing. Kurt smirked, and Blaine led them into the bedroom.

---
On New Years Eve, Kurt woke Blaine by jumping onto the bed, straddling Blaine's waist and bouncing on him. Blaine's eyes went wide as he stared up at Kurt. Kurt stopped bouncing on him, and beamed at him.

“If you didn't stop soon, I was going to have to fuck you into the mattress,” Blaine grumbled.

He somehow managed to turn on his stomach, pushing Kurt off. He buried his head into the pillow.

“Wake up, Blaine!” Kurt whined, shoving him a couple of times.

“Why?” Blaine mumbled into the pillow.

He always hated how happy Kurt was in the morning sometimes.

“We are going to Times Square today.”

Blaine finally managed to look at him, and raised an eyebrow.

“We are going to watch the ball drop in Times Square today. And we have to leave as soon as possible so we can get a good spot,” Kurt pushed.

Blaine sighed, and plopped his head on the pillow again, “Why can't we watch it on television like always? We can go next year, or another year.”

Kurt's smile dropped, and there was now a frown plastered on his face.

“B-But..I want to bring in the new year in Times Square with my new husband,” Kurt whispered.

Blaine sighed, and Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curls. They hadn't told anyone about them getting married yet. They didn't know how to break the news to their friends and family.

Kurt wanted him and Blaine to tell their friends and family in person, but that wouldn't happen. As soon as Blaine went home, people would be questioning the new ring on his finger. His engagement ring was on the opposite hand, so there was no way he could say that.

Kurt's dad was probably going to be furious that he hadn't hyphenated his last name and just took Blaine's. Burt and Kurt had talked about that one night a while ago. He knew him and Blaine were serious, so Burt decided it was time for another one of his talks.

However, it wasn't as embarrassing as his sex talk. Kurt had fought saying Hummel-Anderson was such a long last name, but Burt kept telling him that he was going to hyphenate his last name.

Well, Burt wasn't here, and Kurt was living all alone, so he couldn't tell him what to do. Blaine gazing into his eyes made Kurt come back to reality. Blaine turned on his back again, and sat up. He looked back at Kurt, and grabbed his hand.

“Okay, Kurt. Let's do it.”

Kurt squealed, and tackled Blaine. Both of them let out a small laugh. Kurt was half on top of Blaine, and he held his wrists above his head. They were gazing into each others eyes again. Kurt leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss onto Blaine's lips. He went to pull away, but Blaine kept his lips and deepened their kiss.

Kurt moved his hands from holding onto his wrists and cupped his face. He straddled Blaine, and Blaine automatically placed both of his hands on Kurt's waist. Kurt could feel the start of Blaine's erection against his. He pulled away from Blaine completely, and got off the bed. Blaine whined and looked at Kurt with his puppy dog eyes.

“Kurt,” he groaned.

Blaine got on his knees, went to the side of the bed, and wrapped his arms around Kurt.

“You need to start getting ready. Maybe when we come home if you be good,” Kurt told him, kissing him and walking away.

Blaine let out a huff, grabbed an outfit, and walked into the bathroom to shower and get ready.

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It was almost midnight. Kurt and Blaine managed to get a pretty decent spot in Times Square. They were bundled up in their jackets, scarves and hats. Blaine's back was pressed tightly against Kurt's front, and he had his arms wrapped around Blaine's waist.

“Can you believe we are here, Kurt? It's so beautiful,” Blaine said.

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine's cold cheek. Blaine was staring at the New York lights with wide eyes. The ball was slowly dropping with every minute that passed.

It wasn't long now until the final ten second count down. Kurt was so glad that Blaine had agreed to come here. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine's for just a quick second, and Blaine looked back at him. They smiled softly to each other, and they heard the count down.

10...

Blaine placed his gloved hand over top of Kurt's and managed to lace their fingers together.

6...

They just stood still, staring up at the ball.

5...

Kurt managed to look at Blaine's face. His eyes were sparkling while watching the ball.

4...

Snow started to silently fall, and Blaine turned his whole body and faced Kurt. They stared into each others eyes like they had done many times before.

2...

Both of Kurt and Blaine's eyes filled with tears. A brand new year was a second away.

1...
Happy New Year!

Kurt and Blaine's lips met as tears made their way down their cheeks. A brand new year. Kurt brought in the new year last year with Blaine as his boyfriend, and now he brought in the new year with Blaine as his husband. A few years from now, it was going to be him and Blaine bringing in the new year with their children.

However, right at this moment, everything was perfect. He was kissing the man he was hopelessly in love with in Times Square on New Years. Something that was on his bucket list which could now be crossed off. Kurt knew that this new year was going to be amazing, if not more amazing than last year. He didn't want to have it any other way.