Come What May

"Kurt!" Blaine called, shutting the door to their flat. "You home, baby?" He paused, looking around.

For starters, the place was spotless. He was sure if he tried he could eat off of the hardwood beneath him. The walls were a different color, and by looking down the hall to some of the other rooms, they were different too.

The furniture had changed too. Different couches and his recliner had been refinished to match them. "Kurt?" He stepped into the bedroom, looking around. The bedspread was new, and he thought the mattress might be too.

"In here!" He called. Blaine peeked into the bathroom and smiled. Kurt was painting away, overalls rolled up to his ankles, barefoot, lavender V-neck tight beneath the denim. He hopped off the toilet seat, beaming.

"What do you think?"

Blaine stared around at the new towels and decorative pictures, the new curtains, and Kurt's face. He knew what he was doing. He was forcing himself to move on, and starting over to do it.

He smiled. "It's wonderful." He kissed his cheek, nuzzling his paint-smeared nose. "You're adorable, by the way." He blushed.

"Thank you." He kissed his cheek again.

"Let me get changed and I'll help, alright?" He said. Kurt grinned.

"Okay."

Blaine collapsed on the couch, showered, changed and very tired. Kurt plopped down beside him, his hair still wet from his own shower.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, batting his eyes. Blaine smiled, knowing it wasn't on purpose.

"Starved."

"Good," he hopped up, still full of energy, "'cause I've been dying to cook." He handed Blaine the remote, kissing his cheek before walking into the kitchen.

Blaine stared after him, wide-eyed, touching where Kurt's lips had been. He kissed him. Kurt kissed him. He couldn't help but grin, relief spreading through him. He was getting better.

"Blaine, you'll be late!" Kurt called. Blaine rushed down the hall, snatching his keys from the end table and heading out the door. He pulled Kurt into a hug. "Break a leg, baby."

"I will," he smiled.

Kurt kissed him, right on the lips. Blaine's knees buckled at the contact, the air gone from his lungs. He stared at him dreamily when they broke apart, unable to speak. "For luck," Kurt smiled, righting his shirt. "Call me when you're done?"

He nodded, trying to find his voice. "Yeah, yeah, definitely." He stood there for a moment, just looking at him. Kurt blushed a little.

"You're gonna be late, honey." Blaine shook his head.

"Right, sorry. I'll, uh, I'll see you later."

"The cast list gets posted at three today, so if I'm not home when you get here that's where I am."

"Okay. Bye." Blaine left, grinning from ear to ear. Slowly but surely, he was getting his husband back.

"KURT!" Blaine rushed in the house, throwing his bag and his jacket, rushing into the kitchen. Kurt looked up from the soufflé he was making, yelping in surprise when Blaine lifted him off the ground, spinning him around.

"What?" He exclaimed.

"I got it. I got the nomination, I GOT IT!"

"What!" He grinned.

"I got nominated for best actor in a musical. Your husband got nominated for a TONY!"

They laughed and giggled, squealing with delight as they danced around the kitchen. "This is amazing!" Kurt said. "We have to celebrate. I have to call Rachel. I have to call my dad. No, wait, we need to celebrate first!" Blaine grinned at his enthusiasm. "Let's go somewhere. Anywhere. I don't care, let's just go nuts!"

Blaine smiled, nuzzling his face in his neck. "I think I like it right here." Kurt sighed, resting his cheek against Blaine's. He ducked his head, lifting Blaine's chin and kissing him deeply. Blaine was gasping when he pulled away.

"Blaine," he said softly. "I don't think I'm quite ready for that just yet." Blaine nodded.

"That's fine, that's perfectly okay," he assured. "I'm not pushing."

Kurt smiled, leaning against his cheek. "Let's go dancing."

"Dancing?" Blaine chuckled.

"Or something. I want to get out of the house." He brushed noses with him.

"You got it, babe." Kurt smiled. "Hey, you didn't tell me. Did you get that part?" Kurt grinned.

"You are looking at Sweeney Todd's new 'Tobias.'"

Blaine held him tight, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I don't know which news I'm happier about."

"Well, we should celebrate twice as much," he smirked.

"Fantastic idea."

Kurt dropped the laundry basket on the floor, going to the dresser. He whistled happily, neatly piling his and Blaine's clothes in the inside.

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine said, poking his head out of the bathroom. "Can you toss me some shorts?"

Kurt looked up at his half naked and wet husband, smirking a little. He took a pair of boxers from the drawer and stood, holding the waistband on one finger. Blaine looked at him. He knew that playful smile. He knew that glint in his eyes. And he knew that whatever he was about to do, he'd have to work for it.

"Come get 'em," he said softly. Blaine swallowed, adoring where this was going.

He took one step out of the bathroom, towel on his waist before Kurt pressed him against the wall, kissing him deeply and feverishly.

Blaine moaned against the wall, loving every second of this. God, he'd missed him so much. Kurt kissed his neck, holding his arms before letting his fingers trail up and down his chest.

"Kurt, I missed you so much…" He whispered.

"I missed you too…"

His breath hitched in his throat at the feel of his silken lips, wanting to hold him close again.

"It's been too long since we've done this," Kurt growled. Blaine nodded, shutting his eyes, still gripping the towel with white knuckles. Kurt pulled his sweater over his head, surprising Blaine with his lack of undershirt.

"Are you sure?" Blaine whispered, daring to let his fingers brush his collarbone. Kurt nodded.

"I've had ample time to get ready, baby."

He held him close, kissing him deeply, touching him.

They fell on the bed, Blaine's towel forgotten on the floor. Kurt shimmied out of his jeans, holding Blaine's back, sighing at his tentative hands.

"Blaine, I'm your husband, not your cousin. Touch me."

The dark-haired man moaned, desperate to put his hands all over him, to touch him and want him and keep him as close as possible.

Kurt felt the ghosts of Roland's hands fade away as Blaine's replaced them once more. He let himself become immersed in Blaine, in his eyes, his smile, his hands, his hair, his voice and his lips.

"Blaine…" He breathed.

"I'm right here, darling. I've got you." He felt safe here, safe and warm where nothing on earth could hurt him. He felt Blaine's fingers curl in his hair, lips on his neck, his fingers linked in his.

"Blaine," he couldn't say anything else.

"Shh…" Blaine missed this. He missed being this close to him. He missed the feel of Kurt's skin, the slow, tender way he touched him, the sheer beauty of his body and the need in his eyes. "I'm right here. Right here, it's alright."

Kurt held him tight, kissing his neck, burying his face in his neck as Blaine moved. This wasn't about sex. This was about connecting with him again, giving himself over to his husband again, showing him that Roland wasn't going to keep him from him again.

Blaine understood that. He was taking Kurt back as gently as he knew how, taking the pain away with every touch, holding Kurt close, keeping his eyes locked with his, keeping him right there with him.

"Blaine, Blaine, don't let go!" He begged.

"I'm here, I'm here," he assured, voice husky. Kurt continued to say his name, desperately clutching his back.

"I love you," Kurt gulped.

"I love you too…Oh, oh, Kurt!"

"Blaine!"

Collapsed in each other's arms, gasping, safe, together. They kissed, smiling sleepily at each other.

"Thank you," Kurt breathed. Blaine frowned.

"For what?" Kurt nuzzled his nose against his.

"For being the most beautiful, amazing, kind, loving, Tony award winning husband I could ask for," he whispered. Blaine smiled.

"I love you, Kurt. 'Til the end of time." Kurt chuckled softly.

"Come what may."

Roland Broussard was slammed against his cell door, the burly man behind him wrenching his arm behind his back.

"Now, here's how this is gonna go," he growled in a deep voice. "You let me do whatever the fuck I want to you or I make your life here a living hell?" Broussard froze, shaking with fear. "Here, let's get to know each other first. Number one thing you should know about me, I'm a huge Kurt Anderson fan. From what I hear you don't like him too much, and that makes me mad, Roland. I'm willing to forgive you, though."

Officer Karofsky smiled to himself as he walked down the hall, whistling brightly over the screams, happy that he could pay Kurt back after all these years.

END

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