sugakane_01
May 30, 2012, 3:27 p.m.
One Hand, One Heart
Future!Fic; The morning after Klaine's wedding Kurt wakes up early for the first time as Mr. Anderson.
T - Words: 964 - Last Updated: May 30, 2012 1,267 0 1 5 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: futurefic,
Author's Notes: Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, nor do I own Maroon 5. Although if anyone wants to give me Darren Criss, Chris Colfer or Adam Levine I will graciously accept.
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Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change of weather, still together when it ends
������������������� -Sunday Mornings, Maroon 5
Kurt isn’t sure what wakes him.� After lying still for a few moments he figures it’s a tie between the fact that his internal alarm clock that always manages to go off every morning around seven, no matter how late he’d been out the night before and that he’s not in his own bed.
It’s not that Kurt isn’t used to waking up in five star hotels, because he is.� With the amount of travel he does for work it’s an occupational hazard.� The problem, if it can even be called that, is that he’s not used to waking up in five star hotels with Blaine.� He’s not used to waking up in a strange bed with the achingly familiar, exquisitely comforting presence of the man he loves wrapped around his body.� Blaine’s leg is thrown over both of Kurt’s and he has one arm, strong and sure, draped across Kurt’s waist holding him in place, keeping Kurt’s back pressed against the solid wall of Blaine’s chest.� Tiny puffs of air, in a steady rhythm, in and out, caress the back of Kurt’s neck and tease the hairs at the nape.
Kurt carefully untangles his legs from Blaine’s and then turns, slowly, so as not to wake him, within the circle of Blaine’s arms.� Blaine’s eyelashes are fanned out, dark and lush against his cheekbones.� His lips are soft and pink, slightly parted and so inviting that Kurt can’t resist the urge to press a quick kiss to them.� Blaine’s hair is gel free and sleep tousled, the curls going this way and that, splayed out against pillow.� Kurt finds the contrast between the deep ebony of the silken strands and the stark white pillowcase to be strangely beautiful.
Kurt lifts a hand to smooth one of Blaine’s flyaway’s and his breath catches as what little light there is reflects and bounces off the platinum band on his finger.
It’s at that moment Kurt realizes what really woke him up.� It wasn’t his internal alarm clock or the fact that he was in a hotel room.� It wasn’t even that he was in a hotel room with Blaine.� It was because he was in bed, waking up for the first time, with his husband.
He was married.� He was married to Blaine.� Blaine was his husband.� He was living in New York, working for a premier fashion house, and married to the boy that he had fallen in love with a lifetime ago on a staircase at Dalton Academy.� Kurt had gotten his teenage dream, every bit of it, and he couldn’t imagine being more grateful, more blessed, and more in love than he is at that moment.
Blaine shifts and slowly blinks himself awake.� There’s a momentary fog and then Kurt can see realization dawn in Blaine’s beautiful hazel eyes.�
“Good Morning, Mr. Anderson,” Blaine says.� His voice is sleep roughened but his eyes are bright and the grin on his face is the most ridiculous one Kurt has seen him wear in all the years they’ve been together.
“Good Morning to you, Mr. Anderson,” Kurt says back, sure that the smile on his face is every bit as ridiculous as Blaine’s.
“We’re married,” Blaine says, as if he can’t quite believe that’s where they are, that they made it to this point.�
“I know, “Kurt says because the truth is, he can hardly believe it himself.� Out of all their friends from high school, he and Blaine are the only ones who managed to grow into adulthood together instead of drifting apart.� Finn and Rachel, Tina and Mike, Nick and Jeff, even Brittney and Santana…one by one all of the relationships that they’d all sworn were “endgame” as kids came to explosive, bittersweet or amicable ends as adults.�
Then suddenly, it was just Blaine and Kurt, still together, weathering the storms of first trying to maintain a long distance relationship with Kurt away at college and Blaine still at home in Ohio.� Then it was the challenge of being broke college students living together and barely having enough money to afford both sugar for their Kool-Aid and Ramen noodles.� They dealt with the drama of trying to hold their relationship together in a city where, for the first time, they BOTH had other options.� They faced it all together: Blaine’s daddy issues and Kurt’s insecurities, Burt’s health scares and Blaine’s parent’s divorce, Finn’s coming out and Rachel’s subsequent breakdown, Blaine’s issues with alcohol and Kurt’s issues with food and for every obstacle, every hardship that came their way their love grew deeper, their bond grew stronger and the future they’d mapped out as kids over medium drips and grande nonfat mocha’s began to take shape.
And now here they were.� Waking up in each other’s arms, wearing each other’s rings, Kurt wearing Blaine’s name, letting the entire world in on what they’d already known, that they belonged together, that they belonged to each other.� Kurt kisses Blaine, morning breath be damned, twining their fingers together, linking their hands and bringing them up between their chests, over their hearts.�
“I love you,” Kurt whispers in between kisses.
“I know and I love you too.”� Blaine whispers back
And Blaine did know, just as Kurt did.� He knew because ever since their first kiss over a tiny, bedazzled coffin, they had been BlaineandKurt.� One hand, one heart, one life meant to be shared.� They had gone from best friends, to boyfriends, from boyfriends to lovers, from lovers to partners and now from partners to husbands, but through it all the one thing that had never changed was that they had always been soul mates.
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awwwww that was so romantic and sweet <3