A/N: I am a horrible person

but i've finally updated so yay!

There he is, glowing, crying, smiling- his Kurt. Blaine's own mind couldn't do Kurt justice, and he looks absolutely flawless. Maybe slightly worn down, but Blaine doubts that he is faring much better anyways. Completely ignoring everything Caesar is saying, Blaine sprints across the stage, wrapping his arms around Kurt and kissing every part of him he can reach, injured arm forgotten.

"You're here, oh my god, you're here, Kurt, I love you, I love you-" Blaine is crying and he knows he doesn't make sense, but he doesn't care. He feels Kurt's tears hitting his shoulder as Kurt kisses his neck, and then Blaine pulls back long enough to look into Kurt's eyes- his beautiful, blue-green eyes, so deep and full of stories. They have always been Blaine's favourite part of Kurt, and he smiles so widely his cheeks start to hurt. He doesn't have time to say anything, however, because Kurt crushes his lips against Blaine's, and all Blaine can think about at that first touch of lips is home. It all feels so right; Kurt's lips are soft against his, but firm and demanding, and the rational part of Blaine's mind is trying to remind him that they are being broadcasted across the entirety of Panam, they should probably stop, but he can't help himself.

"I missed you so much," Kurt says against Blaine's lips, his tears mingling with Blaine's own against Blaine's cheek. The sound of Kurt's voice is music to Blaine's ears, a beautiful melody he thought he'd never get the chance to hear again. "I was so scared. Don't you ever do something stupid like that for me again. I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Blaine says, before pulling back to smile at Kurt again. His arms are still around Kurt's waist and he moves them to takes Kurt's hands instead, wincing when the pain in his arm makes itself known. "I can't believe you're here."

"Believe me, I feel the exact same way about you," Kurt says in reply, both of them laughing a little. "Are you okay?"

"We can play catchup later," Blaine says, glancing back over his shoulder to see- is Caesar wiping a tear?- before wrapping his right arm around Kurt's waist tightly and walking them over to his seat in front of Caesar. One of the assistants of the show brings out another chair for Kurt, but both of them ignore it, Kurt instead opting to sit on Blaine's lap. As Kurt shimmies back in Blaine's lap, Blaine presses a quick kiss to the back of Kurt's neck and whispers 'I love you' against his skin.

"Well, I can definitely say that was one of the most romantic things I have ever seen," Caesar says, using a hankerchief to wipe under his eyes. "The way you ran into each other's arms, oh, someone hold me." Caesar puts a hand on his forehead and throws his head back dramatically. Up on the main screen, they play back the reunion, and Blaine watches again, unable to hold back a smile as he tightens his hold on Kurt's waist. This time, Blaine can see the audience's reaction, and he is positive that nearly half of them are crying. "Kurt, let me talk to you first."

Kurt nods, and wipes away one last tear from his face before smiling brightly at Caesar.

"Tell me, how did you feel when Blaine volunteered to go in your place?" Caesar asks. Kurt laughs.

"Like slapping him, at first, for being so ridiculously stupid." The whole audience laughs. "But then, I couldn't feel anything else, and the only thing I wanted in the whole world was for him to come back alive, for me." Caesar smiles at the couple, and the entire audience joins together in an 'awww,' led by Caesar himself.

"You two are the most adorable couple." Caesar turns to the audience. "Aren't they adorable?" The audience erupts into a loud cheer, and both Kurt and Blaine laugh slightly, their mouths stretched into huge grins, although Blaine is pretty sure it's not because of the audience and more because of the boy who is sitting in his lap this exact minute.

The interview goes on not for much longer and before the two know it, they are being ushered offstage and back over to the Tributes' building, which is now eerily empty with the exception of Floor 8. When they step out of the elevator, David is there, along with Emma and Bieste, and they are all smiling incredibly wide. David steps forward first, offering his hand to Kurt. "David Martinez," David introduces himself, "it's a pleasure to finally get to meet you."

Kurt is all smiles as he replies, stepping forward slightly from where Blaine's arm is snug around him, only to be pulled back by Blaine, who gives him a sheepish grin. "Kurt Hummel, and it's an honour to meet you, as well. You're going to have to tell me what you did to Blaine's eyes, they are absolutely stunning-not that they're usually not," Kurt is quick to reassure, looking up at Blaine's face with a slight blush in his cheeks. Blaine just wants to kiss the blush away.

"Of course," David answers, "it's actually very simple and it's a quick process-"

Blaine zones out, well, if he's honest with himself, roughly the second David starts talking, and instead focuses on Kurt, the sparkle in his eyes, the glow he seems to be shining with, his perfect pink lips, the way Kurt's eyebrows raise when he gets really excited about whatever it is David is saying to him, his long eyelashes casting shadows against his cheeks, and before he knows it, both Kurt and David are looking at him expectantly.

"Sorry, what?" Blaine asks, blushing. Kurt smiles and kisses him on the cheek.

"David was just saying that we must be tired, we've had a long day, we should probably head to bed, hmm?" Kurt repeats, still smiling. David winks at them before walking away, Emma and Bieste having already gone to their rooms and leaving the two completely alone.

Blaine takes a second to process what Kurt has said, until his eyes widen in realization. Kurt laughs and kisses Blaine softly on the lips. "Wait," Blaine says against Kurt's mouth, his lips unwilling to move away from this pleasure he thought he'd never get to enjoy again, "you get to sleep here?"

Kurt nods.

"With me?"

Kurt nods again. Blaine smiles widely and pulls Kurt in for a passionate kiss, his hands pressing into Kurt's back and pulling him closer. Kurt rests his elbows on Blaine's shoulders, his fingers tangling into Blaine's hair, the soft curls loose thanks to David. Their mouths move hotly against each other, no audience or Caesar Flickerman or stylists to worry about anymore. It's just the two of them, their hands roaming and stroking and pressing and it's the best kiss Blaine can ever remember having. That is, until Blaine's mind manages to break through the haze the kiss has him with and reminds him that, oh yeah, his arm looks like the product of a science laboratory and hurts like hell wrapped around Kurt's back like this. Blaine pulls back suddenly, gasping as the pain comes back to him like a shock. Kurt looks up at Blaine, who is suddenly a foot away from him.

"What happened?" Kurt asks immediately, "did I do something wrong?" Blaine looks up from where his arm is curled against his chest to see Kurt, hurt written plainly across his face.

"No, no, you could never do anything wrong, it's just- I kinda forgot about my arm, but it's not a big deal, I'll be fine-" Blaine's words trail off as he moves forward again, arm now hanging limply at his side as he tries to kiss Kurt again, upset that his body had to ruin the mood. Kurt steps back, smiling softly at Blaine.

"Blaine-" the way his name falls from Kurt's lips makes Blaine's brain melt "-we have all night to do anything we'd like," Kurt winks at Blaine, and Blaine's eyebrows fly up, "but I haven't been able to talk to my boyfriend in weeks, and that's all I want, just for a little bit. And I want to look at your arm, I still haven't had the chance to even look at it yet, and an arm is something you kind of need." Kurt holds his hands out expectantly, and Blaine sighs, gesturing his head toward the couch in the middle of the room. Damn Kurt for thinking logically.

"But Kurt," Blaine complains, "We have the rest of our lives to talk! Not to mention, how often do we end up completely alone for a whole night? Haven't I earned some sort of celebratory... congratulations?" Kurt laughs, pulling Blaine to the couch by his right arm and sitting down right next to him.

"Blaine, relax, I did say we have the rest of the night for other things, don't think I've forgotten. I have plans."

"Plans, hmm?" Blaine asks, smiling coyly and causing Kurt to slap him on the chest. "Okay, okay, let's talk, I've missed you, too, there's probably a lot of things we need to talk about."

"Actually, there's only one thing. But first, let me look at your arm." Blaine obediently raises his arm for Kurt's inspection, wincing slightly at the movement. Kurt hold it in his hand tenderly, using his index finger on his other hand to gently caress the silver lines marring Blaine's skin. "Still so perfect," Kurt whispers softly, his finger oddly soothing in a way. Blaine tilts his head back and closes his eyes, Kurt's finger still going up and down his arm. "Does it hurt- well, obviously it hurts, but I mean, is the pain manageable? Is it always going to hurt? What did the doctor say?"

Blaine smiles at the influx of questions. "Yes, it hurts, but it's slowly getting better, I can hold it up on my own without crying like a baby, no, the pain will only last a few more days, and Bieste told me that I should heal completely, but the lines are going to stay there forever."

Blaine feels Kurt's breath on his arm but doesn't open his eyes to look. Slowly, Kurt presses his mouth to Blaine's arm, his lips soft, barely grazing against Blaine's skin. His tongue pokes out and traces along the silver lines, and Blaine has to fight back a shiver at the intimacy of it. Kurt's mouth moves up and down his arm, softly following the silver with his lips and tongue and his mouth is too warm against Blaine's still sore arm but in a good way, and Blaine looks down to find Kurt's eyes on him.

"I love you," Blaine says in a barely-there whisper, and Kurt moves his mouth from Blaine's arm to press his lips sweetly against Blaine's own.

"I love you, too," he whispers, before pulling back and smiling almost nervously at Blaine. Blaine studies Kurt's face for a minute, curious.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, cupping Kurt's cheek with his right hand. Kurt blinks and laughs, leaning into Blaine's touch.

"Yes, of course, I'm just a bit... nervous."

Blaine smiles softly at Kurt before pressing their lips together again and pulling back. He does it one more time, just because the feel of Kurt's lips against his own is something he thought he'd never get to have again and the taste of Kurt is so perfect and he missed it so, so much. "You have no reason to be nervous around me. You could never say anything wrong."

Kurt takes a deep breath, smiling nervously again at Blaine before seeming to decide something in his head and nodding to himself. Curious, Blaine watches him, waiting. Kurt catches Blaine's eyes and he stares at Blaine, his eyes full of conviction and love.

"You were right, earlier, about having the rest of our lives to talk. I don't want to taint this near perfect night with more pain and sorrow than it already has been tainted with. So, I'm just going to cut to the chase." Kurt takes Blaine's hands in his own, and shuffles closer to Blaine on the couch.

"Blaine, I love you-"

"I love you, too," Blaine interrupts smoothly, smiling when Kurt rolls his eyes at the interruption.

"I know that, which is why I'm about to do what I'm about to do. I know that we're young, and we have all the time in the world to spend together, but having my name picked from that jar, and having you volunteer for me, it- it really secured some things in my head, and I told myself that when you came back, there was something that I needed to do." Kurt's hands are shaking slightly in Blaine's, and Blaine grips them as tightly and reassuringly as he can.

"I love you so much, Blaine, that sometimes it hurts. When you were gone, these past few weeks, I was hurting so much. Seeing you struggle, seeing you in pain and suffering and alone hurt me so much, too, and all I wanted to do was keep you safe, keep you wrapped up in my arms and protected from anything in the world that could hurt you." Kurt pulls one of his hands from Blaine's quickly to wipe a few stray tears that fell as he spoke. Instead of returning it to Blaine's hand, however, he reached into his pocket, grabbing something and sliding off the couch to kneel in front of Blaine.

Blaine feels his heart drop to his feet the second Kurt moves to the ground, his eyes so full of hope and love that it makes Blaine's breath catch in his throat, makes his hand tighten around Kurt's and his mind to stop working, to stop thinking anything that isn't Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.

"I want to love you forever. I want you to let me love you forever. I want you to hold my hand as we walk through the streets, and help me make something for us to eat, and kiss me on the nose in the morning when I'm too lazy to get out of bed and you don't know what else to do. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, and go to bed with you at night, and just spend the rest of our lives together, loving each other. So please, Blaine-" Kurt holds out his hand to show a small silver band, no fancy jewels or patterns decorating it- "let me love you for the rest of my life. I know it isn't much, but it's all I could afford and I-"

"I love it," Blaine interrupts, tears streaming down his own face as he watches Kurt pour his heart out to him, genuinely worried of Blaine's answer. Blaine lets go of Kurt's other hand and reaches out to grab the ring himself, but Kurt recoils, laughing slightly.

"You haven't even let me ask the question yet," he scolds, his voice thick.

"You're crazy for thinking you even have to," Blaine responds. Kurt's eyes widen slightly and suddenly he's laughing, putting his hand in front of him and taking Blaine's left hand gently in his own. Blaine looks down at Kurt, quirking an eyebrow. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you to."

Kurt laughs again, holding the ring in front of Blaine as he whispers, "Blaine Anderson, would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?"

"Of course I will," Blaine says, letting Kurt put the ring on his finger with shaky fingers- it fits nearly perfectly, the silver feeling heavier on his finger, and it feels to Blaine as though it belongs. Kurt barely finishes pushing the ring on when Blaine uses his right hand to lift Kurt's chin high enough for Kurt to kiss him, pouring all his love and passion into the kiss as he can. Their lips are hot and wet as they push against each other, Kurt now at eye-level with Blaine and Blaine tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck. Kurt quickly moves onto Blaine's lap, his knees on either side of Blaine's thighs and his chest pressed right up against Blaine's. Neither of them know how, but soon enough there are tears mingling in with the taste of each other, and they pull back with labouring breaths to smile. Kurt wipes the tears from his face and looks at Blaine knowingly, who is panting and smiling widely, clearly unsure of what Kurt is waiting for.

"The bedroom, Blaine?" Kurt supplies and something seems to snap in Blaine's mind as his eyes widen before he nods quickly, Kurt hurriedly jumping off of him and taking Blaine's hand as Blaine leads them to his room. The second the door closes behind them, Blaine's mouth is back on Kurt's, moving them back towards the bed. They strip each other slowly, carefully, with soft touches and desperate fingers, moving with the absolute love and passion only two lovers could possess. They fall onto the bed, naked bodies moving together and soft moans reverberating throughout the room. Their hands are everywhere, caressing skin, stroking hair, gripping tight as possible as they move quicker. Blaine's fingers press against Kurt and they both moan softly, their 'I love you's breathed against too hot skin and when Blaine pushes inside Kurt, he realizes that there are tears on Kurt's cheeks and he thinks that he's hurting Kurt until he realizes that his own face is wet as well, they're both crying and Blaine leans down to kiss Kurt and whisper, "I love you so much." It's beautiful and perfect and they make love like they never have before.

Once they finish, they clean each other up before cuddling together in Blaine's bed and before long, they're at it again, this time rougher and more desperate and louder, Blaine's mouth on Kurt and Kurt tastes just as he remembers, bringing him nearly to the edge with his tongue and slick mouth before pulling back to open himself up and this time it's fucking, Blaine bouncing up and down on Kurt as Kurt grips his hips hard enough to bruise and thrusts, both of them coming with a shout shortly after. They cuddle up again after deciding to take a shower, both of them giggling teenagers as they clean each other off and massage soap into each other's skin. When they reach Blaine's bed, Kurt immediately curls up in Blaine's arms, his head pillowed on Blaine's shoulder. It makes Blaine's right arm slightly numb and his left arm sore but he doesn't care, he holds Kurt as tight as he dares and kisses everywhere he can reach, the two of them whispering long into the night before they can't keep their eyes open anymore and they fall into a deep sleep.

Blaine wakes up several times during the night, screaming and sweating, and it takes Kurt's gentle voice and soft, reassuring touches to bring him back into sleep, his arms pulling Blaine as close to him as he can. It absolutely terrifies Kurt, every time Blaine sits up straight with tears in his eyes and sweat matting his hair to his forehead, Kurt doesn't know if he's doing the right thing, he's so unsure of how he is supposed to proceed with all of this. Usually, Blaine is the strong one, the one holding Kurt together when he fell to pieces, and the sudden role-reversal is more difficult than Kurt expects. He knows Blaine is having nightmares- how could he not, he'd been to hell and back within the span of a few weeks. They'll have to talk about it, to try and put the pieces of Blaine back together, the pieces that had been torn out and trampled on, but for now Kurt does what he knows best, and that is just hold Blaine, hold him together as best as he can, be the rock that Blaine needs.

He barely gets any sleep that night, but he's fine with it, because it's not him that he is worried about. Instead he holds Blaine and thinks, still so blown away by the fact that he is actually alive, heart beating strong in his chest, pressed tight up against Kurt's. His warm breath is beating off Kurt's face, his body solid and slightly more thinned out than it was before, but a bit more muscled. He had expected for Blaine to have serious scars and bruises marring his perfect skin, but the doctors in the Capitol clearly know how to work some magic, and the only physical reminder that Blaine had participated in the Games manifests itself in the form of the silver veins snaking their way around his entire left arm. Kurt delicately traces his fingers down the marks on Blaine's arm, all the way down to his hand, where the brightest ones all lead to the simple silver band resting on Blaine's third finger. Kurt smiles softly when he remembers that Blaine said yes, turning the ring around Blaine's finger and stroking Blaine's hair with his other hand when Blaine mumbles in his sleep against Kurt's chest.

Kurt falls into a light sleep shortly after that, only to be waken barely two hours later by the sunlight streaming in through the window and the press of Blaine's lips against his nose. He blinks his eyes open, wincing at the brightness of the light but smiling when Blaine's face comes into focus, all smiles and warm, glowing eyes. He's not quite the Blaine that Kurt used to know, Kurt thinks as he leans up to press a soft kiss to Blaine's lips, which slowly grows in intensity, but, they have the rest of their lives for him to get there.

A/N: Just the epilogue to go! And again, feel free to kill me because it's like 2 months late lol