This is ~900 words of schmoopy, sappy, wedding fluff involving slow dancing and emotions. Based off the location spoilers for next week!
A hand on Kurt’s shoulder snapped him out of his half-asleep daze.
“C’mon,” Blaine said softly in his ear. “Let’s get out of here for a second.”
Kurt let Blaine take his hand and pull him out of his chair, willing enough to follow his husband - his husband! - anywhere. They walked out of the barn and away from the fracas of their joint wedding reception, going far enough that they’d have some privacy but staying close enough to hear the faint strains of the band.
“Are you trying to consummate our marriage already?” Kurt teased, feeling more revived in the slightly crisp night air. “Because you know me well enough to know that I am not having sex against a tree somewhere. Especially if my dad’s within fifty miles.”
“Haha,” Blaine said, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t hide the joy in his face, though. “No, I just thought you might wanna get out for a minute. This reception is great, but-”
“You’re about to stab the next person to tap their glass and make us kiss again?” Kurt finished, both of them chuckling. “I’m pretty sure I only got about two bites of that wedding cake into me before the servers came out to clear the space for dancing.” He pouted, making Blaine laugh some more.
“I’ll hit up a drive-thru on our way back to the hotel,” Blaine said. “Can’t let my husband go to bed unsatisfied on our wedding night.”
“I knew I was making a good choice with you,” Kurt said, smiling fondly.
They just stood there silently for a moment, both lost in their thoughts, before Blaine spoke again.