"The lost art of keeping a secret."
Who: justbeingaqueen and meandmyrockstar
What: Sprung!
Where: Kurt (and now Blaine's) beach house, Fire Island
When & Time: Three days after Valentine's Day
Rating: There will be swears
Kurt and Blaine has basically gone underground together in the wake of their secret beach wedding at sunset on Valentine's Day. That is, after Jack's flamboyant gay tattooist friend came to give Kurt and Blaine matching tattoos on their chests over their hearts of their names and their wedding date with a simple, tiny picture of linked wedding bands. Of course, Blaine's dislike for needles meant he ended up out cold flat on his back on the sofa for the duration of it, but he had been over the moon with the work when he finally came-to.
After that, it was a lot of finding their married feet. It was still a shock that they went through with it, and once the dust settled, the enormity of what they had done began to settle in. Like the fact they were most certainly married and none of their family or friends knew. The best way to adjust was to just spend the next few days curled up close together so there wasn't any impromptu second-thoughts freaks out. Even if Kurt did have one the morning after when he realised how huge it all was. He was married. Just like that, Blaine was his husband, and they didn't share it with anyone. There was some panicking, a bit of yelling, some tears, and then Blaine straddled him on the bed and kissed the life out of him which helped Kurt realise he wasn't having second thoughts. He just pushed himself out of his comfort zone and this was the result of it. He had to adjust. It was going to take time to get used to.
He woke up with a rogue Blaine draped over him like a blanket, and his stomach growling. He at least needed a cup of tea. Food had gone by the wayside, so he thought he might go down to the kitchen to see if Mrs Martin could make them some sandwiches. He pulled on silk bathrobe and was still ruffled from sleep when he got into the kitchen, yawning. He had totally lost track of time, and he didn't even care. "Mrs Martin?" he called out as he headed into the sprawling kitchen with the stainless steel appliances. "Do you think you could-- Mandy?" he shrieked in surprise when he found Blaine's PA sitting at the breakfast bar in the middle of the room.
What: Sprung!
Where: Kurt (and now Blaine's) beach house, Fire Island
When & Time: Three days after Valentine's Day
Rating: There will be swears
Kurt and Blaine has basically gone underground together in the wake of their secret beach wedding at sunset on Valentine's Day. That is, after Jack's flamboyant gay tattooist friend came to give Kurt and Blaine matching tattoos on their chests over their hearts of their names and their wedding date with a simple, tiny picture of linked wedding bands. Of course, Blaine's dislike for needles meant he ended up out cold flat on his back on the sofa for the duration of it, but he had been over the moon with the work when he finally came-to.
After that, it was a lot of finding their married feet. It was still a shock that they went through with it, and once the dust settled, the enormity of what they had done began to settle in. Like the fact they were most certainly married and none of their family or friends knew. The best way to adjust was to just spend the next few days curled up close together so there wasn't any impromptu second-thoughts freaks out. Even if Kurt did have one the morning after when he realised how huge it all was. He was married. Just like that, Blaine was his husband, and they didn't share it with anyone. There was some panicking, a bit of yelling, some tears, and then Blaine straddled him on the bed and kissed the life out of him which helped Kurt realise he wasn't having second thoughts. He just pushed himself out of his comfort zone and this was the result of it. He had to adjust. It was going to take time to get used to.
He woke up with a rogue Blaine draped over him like a blanket, and his stomach growling. He at least needed a cup of tea. Food had gone by the wayside, so he thought he might go down to the kitchen to see if Mrs Martin could make them some sandwiches. He pulled on silk bathrobe and was still ruffled from sleep when he got into the kitchen, yawning. He had totally lost track of time, and he didn't even care. "Mrs Martin?" he called out as he headed into the sprawling kitchen with the stainless steel appliances. "Do you think you could-- Mandy?" he shrieked in surprise when he found Blaine's PA sitting at the breakfast bar in the middle of the room.