Three weeks. Kurt had three weeks to finalize the seating chart, double check with the catering service to make sure Rachel’s vegan option was on the menu, and about a dozen other things. The ever approaching wedding date and his lengthy to-do list was what lead Kurt to sitting at the dining room table at two in the morning and papers scattered across the surface of the table.

A shuffling of footsteps behind him broke his stare down with the seating chart looking for any hiccups that might otherwise encroach on his and Blaine’s (hopefully) perfect day. Kurt felt hands come up to settle on his shoulders, thumbs beginning to work at a knot near the base of his neck.

“You should really get some sleep, babe,” Blaine breathed in his ear before planting a kiss on his neck.

Kurt let out what came fairly close to a whine, and Kurt Hummel does not whine. “But there’s just so much to do, and I want to get what I can get done now so we – and by we, I really mean me, because you know me -” he felt Blaine smile against his neck at that “- won’t be worrying about anything not being ready on time”. He ended with a groan as Blaine’s thumbs, which had continued to massage his neck as he rambled, finally loosened the strained muscle.

“Kurt, it’s going to be perfect,” Blaine assured him, pressing and pulling with his hands at the muscles in his fiancé’s shoulders. “We have a location, family and friends who are beyond thrilled for us, and each other. At least we already got the fighting out of the way, because I could not do with a repeat of that.”

Kurt stood up, Blaine’s hands dropping from his shoulders. He turned to wrap his arms around Blaine’s neck, whose own arms automatically circled his waist to hold him close.

“I’m still sorry about that,” Kurt whispered in his lover’s ear. He remembered that night all too well. It began with the two arguing over whether to invite all the ex-Warblers, including Sebastian, and basically Kurt venting out teenage jealousy that he didn’t even know was still there and accusing Blaine of having led Sebastian on because he was such “an attention seeking whore and he got it wherever he could because apparently blushing virgin Kurtie wasn’t enough!”. Only with the slamming of their apartment door as Blaine stormed out did Kurt realize what he’d said. He’d curled up on the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

Blaine had come back an hour or so later to a still sobbing Kurt who promptly flew off the couch, throwing himself at Blaine, clinging to him as he apologized profusely and how he didn’t think that at all, that Sebastian was a prick and he took out his unknown, lingering jealousy on Blaine and that he was ‘sorry, so, so sorry’ before Blaine shut him up by shoving his tongue into his rambling mouth. A night of sex, a talk in the morning, where they’d both agreed that sometime in the near future to get out any leftover teenage angst, followed by a few more rounds of sex and everything was a little better.

Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt, burying his face in his neck before whispering, “I know, but stop beating yourself up. Couples fight: period, end of story.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Kurt’s neck, using is thumbs to draw soothing circles into his hips.

“I will stop feeling guilty if you kiss me,” Kurt quipped.

Blaine leaned back, resting his forehead against Kurt’s as he replied, “I think that’s something I can do,” before pressing their lips together. It started out as just a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, but began passionate as Kurt swiped his tongue along the seam of Blaine’s lips. Blaine’s mouth opened up easily and they both groaned as their tongues met. The kiss grew deeper and dirtier, turning into a battle for dominance and clashing of teeth. Kurt turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss, gasping for some much needed air, while Blaine just moved his mouth to latch onto the spot beneath Kurt’s ear immediately beginning to nip and lick at it until Kurt was a moaning, groaning mess in his arms.

“Blai-aine,” gasped Kurt. This further encouraged Blaine, who moved his hands underneath his fiancé’s shirt to press at the smooth, pale skin of his back. Walking backwards, Kurt pulled Blaine with him until the back of his thighs hit the edge of their dining room table. He pushed Blaine off of him, who looked a little startled and slightly rejected.

Kurt just smirked at him. “Clothes off” he demanded before peeling off his own shirt, tossing it to the ground. Blaine took a few more seconds before he responded and started to purge himself of his clothing at such an alarming rate, Kurt was sure there would be tears for him to mend later. After pulling off his sweats (technically they were Blaine’s), Kurt pushed all of his papers and planners off the table and onto the floor.

A now completely naked Blaine spun him back around before attacking his mouth. Kurt moaned, throwing his arms around Blaine’s neck and rocking his hard cock into Blaine’s stomach. Blaine grunted in response and dragged his calloused hands down his lover’s sides to his thighs, then around until he could grasp at the firm cheeks of Kurt’s ass.

Kurt threw his head back in ecstasy. “Yes, mmm,” he moaned as Blaine kissed and bit down the column of his neck. Blaine grabbed at the top of his thigh’s, lifting Kurt up and laying him down on the table. Kurt hissed as his overheated skin came in contact with the cool surface. Blaine’s hands pushed his legs apart, stepping between them. He leaned down, moving his arms to either side of Kurt’s head to support himself on his elbows. They both cursed as their bare chests and leaking cocks came into contact.

Going back to the growing bruise he’d begun on Kurt’s neck, Blaine sucked with fervor, pulling needy, desperate, sexy noises from him. Kurt’s hip started to rut upward, instinctually seeking some form of friction. Blaine panted heavily against Kurt’s neck as he ground his own cock into to his fiancé’s, both of them relishing the contact.

“Blaine,” whined Kurt, “More…please.” He started rolling his hips faster, feeling Blaine slick, hot, and throbbing against him. Blaine made an almost inhuman sound, taking a hand to grab one of Kurt’s thighs to wrap it around his hip, bringing them closer together.

“Kurt,” he breathed. Blaine could feel is orgasm approaching and thrust against the very male body beneath him.

“O-oh, oh Blaine! Yes, yes, ye-es,” keened Kurt. His hands scrabbled for purchase at the sides of the table, using them as leverage to give Blaine as good as he was getting.

“Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine breathed in his ear between grunts. By the way Kurt’s muscles were tightening he could tell he was close. He slowed down his hips, shifting to a pace that wouldn’t push either of them over the edge. Kurt whined and went to moves his hips to just get himself off, but Blaine’s hand on his hip prevented him from moving.

“No no no,” teased Blaine. He spoke directly into Kurt’s ear, his lips brushing against it as he talked. “Baby, you look so good underneath me, so desperate for release. God, I just want to see you fall apart.” Kurt’s breathing grew heavier; dirty talk was one of his major kinks, and Blaine new exactly what to say to torture him, but in the most delightful way.

“I want to hear you, Kurt. I want you to beg me for it. I know you want it.” At this point Blaine had lifted his crotch away from Kurt’s, who was just about sobbing for release, but Blaine wanted to hear him ask for it. Feeling that arousal would keep Kurt immobile, Blaine moved his hand from Kurt’s hip to trail a finger along his cock, from the base to the red, swollen tip.

“Kurtie, look at you. All sweating and spread out for me.” Kurt was being stubborn, biting his lip to keep from shouting out: he wasn’t going down without a fight. Blaine use the tip of his finger to dip into the slit of Kurt’s cock, gathering the pre-come and dragging his finger back down to the base, over his balls to press at his hole. Kurt started to thrust back against his finger.

“No. Not now. I’m in charge, and I want you to beg,” demanded Blaine. He brought the tip of his finger to Kurt’s lips, spreading his come onto them before licking it off.

“Blaine,” Kurt whined. “Please!”

“‘Please’ what, baby?” Blaine teased as he sucked Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it a little before releasing it.

That seemed to do it. “Blaine, make me come. I wanna come. Please Blaine,” Kurt practically shouted.

“All you had to do was ask” was Blaine’s reply before he leaned up, pulling Kurt with him. Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt’s hips to pull him forward into with Blaine’s force, grinding their cocks together.

“Blaine, yes! Faster, baby, faster.” Blaine’s pace automatically picked up, his grasp tightening on Kurt’s hips, sure to leave bruises. Kurt couldn’t wait to see them in the morning.

Blaine kissed him, all sloppy and teeth, fucking his mouth with his tongue before pulling back to lean his forehead against Kurt’s shoulder. “Louder Kurt. I want you to scream my name. I know you like to perform. Just feel Kurt, feel me against you.” Kurt was moaning louder now trying to move his hips to reciprocate, but Blaine’s grip made it impossible so he just took it.

“Blaine. Unngg, yes, fuck.” Blaine shoved Kurt back against the table, immediately moving his hands back to Kurt’s hips as he ground against his cock harder and faster.

“Blaine, I-I’m….” was all the warning he got before Kurt was coming, arching his back, screaming Blaine’s name as his release streaked across both their stomachs. The vision of Kurt as he came and the feeling of his throbbing cock against his own pushed Blaine over the edge. He continued to ride out his orgasm even as Kurt came off his and started to become sensitive.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, both of them sweaty and attempting to control their heavy breathing. Kurt brought a hand up to play with Blaine’s curls, smiling, just enjoying being in their post-orgasmic bliss.

Eventually Blaine pulled himself up and stood on slightly shaky legs. “We haven’t done that since we were teenagers”, Blaine commented. He offered a hand to Kurt to help him off the table before wrapping his arms around him again, nuzzling into his neck. Kurt rested their foreheads together.

“Shower?” inquired Blaine. Kurt hummed thoughtfully before kissing Blaine. He pulled back to look Blaine in the eyes.

“Sure, and then you can have me on my knees just like you want.”

Blaine’s eyes widened before he practically dragged a laughing Kurt to their master bathroom.