Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.

Blaine leaned back against the pillows and smiled. Five years of marriage, and he still never got tired of this.

Kurt nestled against him, his back pressed snugly to Blaine's chest. They cuddled peacefully under the covers while they watched a late movie on TV and rain lightly pelted the windows. Kurt yawned as Blaine idly stroked his fingers through his soft hair.

"Are you sleepy?" Blaine asked, pressing a light kiss on the top of his head. "We can go to bed if you're tired."

"No, I'm okay," Kurt said as he snuggled closer to Blaine's warmth. "You know, I really thought the first night of our anniversary trip, we'd be going at it like rabbits."

Blaine laughed. "Well, let's see," he said. "This morning, we got up at four, loaded a cranky baby and an even crankier toddler into a taxi along with twelve suitcases-"

"I packed light this time," Kurt mumbled.

"We flew to Ohio with said cranky children, met your parents at the airport so we could hand over the babies, sat through a very long layover in Cincinnati, took another flight to Orlando, sat on the tarmac for an hour, finally flew to the Keys, found someplace to eat, and finally got to our hotel," Blaine finished. "I don't know about you, but after a day like that, I think we deserve a little downtime."

He rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist. "Besides, when was the last time we could snuggle for more than a few minutes before one of the munchkins interrupted?"

"True," Kurt admitted. He frowned and sat up. "Should we call them? Just to make sure they're okay? I mean, we've completely disrupted their routines-"

"We already called your dad to let him know we landed safely, and the kids have probably been in bed for a while now," Blaine said. "And anyways, they're busy getting spoiled by your parents and your sister and their Aunt Mercedes. They probably don't even know we're gone."

Kurt didn't look very convinced, so Blaine tugged him gently back against his chest. "I guess you're right," Kurt said reluctantly. He smiled. "Besides, this the first time we've gone on a real trip, just the two of us, since our honeymoon."

"Mm-hm," Blaine said. "We've got a whole week to ourselves." He kissed Kurt's cheek. "The little man and the princess are with their granddad and nana."

He kissed Kurt's neck, right below his ear. "Your fashion empire is between seasons, so you don't need to chain yourself to your sewing machine."

He tugged back the neckline of Kurt's tee shirt and kissed his shoulder. "And my TA is handling my classes and proctoring the finals. Which also means I don't have to grade them. Score for me."

Kurt laughed and nuzzled his cheek against Blaine's arm. "You're very smart," he said. "I'm just glad that it looks like this trip will better than I thought it would be this morning. Between the kids fussing and my iPod dying halfway to Orlando, I thought I was going to die." He tipped his head back to smile at Blaine. "Thanks for sharing yours with me. Although it would have been nice if we could have listened to something other than Katy Perry."

"Hey, Katy Perry is a goddess," Blaine defended.

Kurt shook his head with a teasing grin. "You and your love of autotuned pop tarts."

"Hey, now," Blaine said, tapping his finger on the tip of Kurt's nose. "It's not all the pop tarts. Just Katy Perry. Because she is amazing."

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned so he could wrap his arms around Blaine's waist. "It's a good thing you're cute," he said.

Blaine grinned and tickled Kurt's sides lightly. "But hey, if you think about it, I think we can put a Katy Perry song with every important moment in our relationship," he said.

Kurt sat up, his hair tousled, and wrinkled his nose. "Really?" he said skeptically.

Blaine put his hands on Kurt's hips, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of pajama pants, and scooted him a little closer. "Uh-huh," he grinned.

Kurt rose up on his knees and locked his arms around Blaine's neck. "You've actually sat down and thought it through?" he said.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hips. "I sure have," he said.

Kurt suddenly smiled devilishly and swept Blaine to the side, forcing him to lie down on the bed with his arms above his head. Blaine could only grin up at him. "Well, you're certainly awake now, aren't you, babe?" he said.

Kurt straddled Blaine's hips. "So there's really a song for everything?" he said, his voice dropping soft and sultry.

Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt lowered himself down until their chests were touching. "Mm-hm," he said, shivering a little as Kurt raked his slender fingers through his thick dark curls and kissed up and down the side of his neck.

Kurt drew back, his hair falling carelessly over his forehead. "So what song is this?" he asked.

Blaine tucked his hand around the back of Kurt's neck. "At this point, I think we're beyond songs," he said, and he pulled him down for a kiss.

Author's Notes:

Oh look, I went back and wrote a prologue anyway!

Yes, I am writing an entire series of Klaine stories based on Katy Perry songs. Yes, I am crazy.

This story also runs cocurrently with one of my other stories, the oneshot "Family Ties." So if you've read that one, you can get a good idea of where this plotline will go.

Also, can I just say that Kurt and Blaine are the best couple ever to write? Oh mah gah, I just love them.