Cushions

New Is Good

"What was that for?" Kurt chuckles, eyes not bothering to open as his arms drape over Blaine's shoulder once they part from their sudden kiss.

"To cherish you," Blaine answers, "Our marriage, our new lifes in the city of our dreams."

Kurt observes his golden eyes for a moment then cradles the back of his neck and pulls him to lock their lips. They're breathing hard and their foreheads are touching when they pull back, but he chases his husband's lips and they kiss lazily, sweetly and a little bit dirty again before pulling back to breathe.

"New lives as a married couple," Kurt says softly, a smile taking his lips. "Good thing our apartment is mostly finished, huh?" Kurt opens his eyes and looks around them, his arms still encircling Blaine as Blaine doesn't let him go either.

"Just missing a toaster, thanks to Rachel, but I think we can consider it done.

"She just had to drop it, didn't she?" Kurt sighs and drops his head on his husband's shoulder – a shoulder shaking with laughter that incites one from Kurt himself. "Anyway, there's the toaster and the new couch."

"A couch?" Blaine inquires. "But you said the one we got matches the living room patters."

"Yeah, but..." Kurt trails off.

Once upon a time, Blane would have faced Kurt's hesitance as lack of trust, as him not being enough for Kurt. Blaine knows better now. So he patiently awaits as his husband chooses his words.

"After we," Kurt eventually says, waiving his hand, hoping his husband understands. As usual, Blaine does.

"Broke up," he supplies.

"Yeah," Kurt takes Blaine's hand in his and threads their fingers. Both he and Blaine feel better with physical reassurance when talking about that subject. "After that, I had some trouble with the bed. As in, sleeping on it."

Blaine furrows his eyebrows in a silent question.

If it were anyone else, Kurt would think the person was judging him. But this is Blaine, his best friend, his husband. Kurt knows Blaine is only trying to understand him better.

"I couldn't sleep on the bed," Kurt continues, "Memories of us would come to me, both before and during sleep. And... And when I turned around, you weren't there," he says. His hands tremble and Blaine grips it tighter. "I was the one who broke our engagement, I know that. But it was only a more painful because the way I felt, alone, unworthy, selfish, stupid," Kurt closes his eyes, letting the memories of long cold – both outside and inside his body – filled his mind, "I just wanted you back, to feel your body against mine but I couldn't. So I started sleeping on the couch."

Blaine strokes his cheek gently with his thumb, gathering the audacious tears that escaped Kurt's glass eyes. That is enough to ground them both.

Kurt opens his eyes and stares at melted gold.

"And I learned the importance of a comfortable couch after too many yoga sessions focused on getting rid of back kinks."

Blaine chuckles at that.

"Let me get this straight: we've barely moved into our new apartment and you're already planning of one of us sleeping on the couch?" Blaine smiles teasingly at him.

"No, of course not," Kurt shakes his head. "I mean, I know we'll fight and that's completely normal."

"It is," Blane agrees, nodding once.