#onesicklovestory

"They are thinking - well." Kurt pauses. "I think Rachel wants to sign us up for sex addiction. Santana just keeps giving me these looks like she's proud and impressed. It's just -" 

Blaine laughs, falling beside Kurt on the bed. "Oh Kurt."

"Blaine stop!" 

"Kurt, our friends think we have sex all the time and I give you a million hickeys that you have to cover up," says Blaine with a small smile. "I think that's better than the truth. At least they aren't actually suspicious. You scared me for a moment."

"You're no help," huffs Kurt. 

"I'm sorry, love," says Blaine, leaning over to kiss Kurt's neck. Then he slowly starts to lick at the skin there - freshly healed and ready to be taken. "But when they start thinking that I'm a vampire that is using you as his own personal buffet, then there will be cause for concern." He leans his nose down, breathing in deeply the scent of Kurt's blood - pumping even faster due to his proximity. "I think that what they think now is better than the truth." 

Kurt lets out a sigh. "I guess. They'll have to find out some day, you know." 

Blaine groans. "Why?"

"I'm going to be turned one day - and that day is sooner than you think! I can't get too much older than you," says Kurt. 

"You'll never be older than me, Kurt," teases Blaine. "Unless we wait a few decades to turn you."

Kurt actually looks horrified. "No. I'm not going to be your wrinkled fiance as you remain eighteen forever. No way." 

Blaine just laughs. 

"So they're going to find out when I stop aging," continues Kurt. "They might think my wrinkle creams are working for a while - but there is a point." 

"Okay, okay," says Blaine. "We'll tell them one day. But right now, I'm hungry and horny and I want you."

Blaine returns to his neck again and after a moment, Kurt can feel the way his teeth brush against his skin and he shivers. 

"God, I have such an eloquent husband to be," says Kurt, reaching down and dragging his nails down Blaine's back as he pulls them closer.

"I can't be blamed for what I do in my state," retorts Blaine. "Now please?"  

"Okay, but just a little before we have sex," says Kurt. "I want to be able to actually perform. Then afterwards you can feast." 

"You're the best, god." Blaine finally breaks the skin on Kurt's neck; Kurt moans and Blaine takes a few long sips before licking over the wound - closing it - and then kissing down Kurt's chest and reaching down to undo is belt. "Now to other things," he says, licking some blood off his lips. 

The next day Kurt is once again sporting a neckerchief. Rachel stares at him with a look of concern; Santana winks in Blaine's direction. 

Blaine kisses his cheek, then down to his neck. Kurt lets out a sigh. 

"I promise you, we will get everything painted," says Blaine. 

"But I'm going to be at rehearsals all weekend," says Kurt. "It's impossible."

"I actually have a free weekend for once," says Blaine. "No extra meetings or assignments in my way. I'll use the day on Saturday that you're out to do it."

"I can't make you do it alone."

"I want to do this for you," says Blaine. He kisses him on the lips briefly. "And you're right. It still feels too impersonal. I want to feel at home here, too."

Saturday's rehearsal is exhausting. Kurt is glad he nabbed himself a supporting role in this Broadway show - which conveniently will open at the end of next semester and Kurt's very last at NYADA - but some days the school and rehearsal schedule is just too much. He's just happy that tomorrow will be his day in the apartment to relax. Even if that means doing all his homework for Monday. 

Kurt calls Blaine on the way home. "Can I pick up some take out for tonight?"

"Yeah," says Blaine, and he sounds pretty distracted. "Whatever is fine. You know my usuals." 

"Okay, I'll surprise you." Kurt pauses. "Did you get the painting done?"

"I did," says Blaine. 

"Oh wow, that's amazing," he says. "God, you're probably just as tired as me." 

Blaine laughs. "Yeah, a bit."

"Okay well I'll see you at home. Love you."

"Love you." 

Kurt picks up pizza, mostly because there is also a bakery next door that has amazing cheesecake, then hurries back to the apartment. He fiddles with his key and the food for a bit, but finally kicks the door open and then kicks it shuts behind him. 

"I'm home! I got pizza," says Kurt. 

"I'm in the living room!" 

Kurt drops off the food in the kitchen and walks through to the living room. 

He stops. 

The adjacent wall to where he's standing is painted the forest green they had picked out for the living room, but the one directly across from him is not. Instead, in that same paint, are words.  

"All I've every wanted to do was spend my life loving you. Will you marry me?" 

Kurt just stares at it, re-reading the words over and over. When Blaine comes into the room, a ring box in his hand, that's when Kurt's breath catches. 

Blaine doesn't say anything as he walks over and gets down on one knee. He just opens the ring box and smiles up at him and it's like falling in love with him all over again. 

"So, will you?" asks Blaine, almost shyly. 

Kurt can barely think. All he can think is yes yes yes! 

But he doesn't say it. He just walks past Blaine and picks up a paint brush that is still laying in the tray on the floor. Then he leans down and writes, just under Blaine's message:

Yes ❤

He turns around, still holding the paint brush, when Blaine's arms are suddenly around him. He drops the brush and oh, thank god there is something on the ground to protect the floor, and wraps his arms around Blaine's waist. 

They kiss, long and slow, and when they part Kurt feels like he's in a daze. Blaine is reaching for his hand and slipping on the ring and Kurt can only look down and stare for a long moment before looking up and kissing Blaine again. 

"I can't believe you," he says, almost crying.

"I couldn't help it," says Blaine. "And before you say anything, we're keeping it like that. Forever." 

"I doubt that," says Kurt, though yeah, he too wants to keep it up for at least a while. 

In the end, they never do paint over the wall. It just becomes a part of their little wall: their two different handwritings pledging forever to each other forever and ever.

Or at least, until they move when they have to find a bigger place for the newest edition of their family.