"What in the world are you doing, Blaine?" asked Kurt, as his husband fiddled with the old CD player in their living room.
"I told you," said Blaine, finally getting the thing to work. Soft piano filled the room. Blaine walked slowly over to Kurt and held out his hand; Kurt was suddenly struck with the image of a much young Blaine at his first prom. "Excuse me," said Blaine, humor in his tone, along with something more. "May I have this dance?"
"You may," said Kurt, laughter in his voice, too. "You might need to give an old man a break, though. Help me up?"
"Always," said Blaine.
Kurt put his hand in Blaine's and it seemed like their wrinkles from age had formed around each other, they fit together so perfectly. Kurt's bone's made cracking sounds as Blaine helped him to his feet. Blaine slipped his arm around Kurt's waist, his other hand tightly clasped in Kurt's and their bodies firmly pressed together.
"You're as beautiful as the day I met you," said Blaine, looking up at Kurt with t