You may hate me for this but... this is the last chapter of Oceans Of Honey! I know I didn't give you a warning before but that was only because I didn't really know where I was going to end it. And I wrote this chapter, cried at my cheesy ending and thought it would be a good place to end it. It's also a little shorter than the others. I couldn't really add anything else that I wanted to fit into the chapter.

I am also sorry for the long waits that you guys have had to put up with. I'm a horrible writer. I'll be in a writing mood for one day and then completely blow it off for months. That and I've been really busy at school, as always.

I'm ALSO sorry because I COULDN'T DO IT. I couldn't write the smut. I tried. But it kept turning out weird and forced, so instead it's sweet and not really smutty at all lol. Sorry! I TRIED! DON'T HATE ME! I'll be able to eventually, I promise.

Which also leads me to tell you that I may be uploading the first chapter of my other fic soon. I have to read over it and make some changes first but hey, it may even be up tonight! I don't have school tomorrow so I've got time. It's only 1 am!

Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you like the final chapter. I love it. :)

And thank you to everyone who reads! Even though I don't write often, you are my inspiration so I love you guys!

Angsty chapter :3

Chapter Ten

The next week passes by with few surprises. Only a few, but oh were there surprises. For starters, Kurt had been woken up that morning (which happened to be three days before the cruise was over) by a loud screeching best friend that was bouncing up and down in his brother's arms, both sporting bright grins. Kurt had later figured out that Finn had asked Rachel to live with him once they moved to New York. Kurt promised he wouldn't let it get to him, but he couldn't lie. It hurt a little. For one, Finn hadn't even come talk to him about it, and they told each other almost everything. And two, he didn't even consider that he was stealing Kurt's best friend and ex-soon-to-be roommate in the big city. Yeah, he had Blaine now, but he couldn't just expect he'd be living with the man. I mean, they'd only been together a month.

Wow, a month. Has it really only been that long? It seemed so much longer to Kurt. He felt like he had know Blaine his whole life. He knew he wanted to be with him forever, though. That's what mattered. That's also what scared him the most.

Kurt hopped out of bed the next morning and slipped into the bathroom. He showered quickly under scalding hot water, hoping to wake himself up before he went out to eat with whomever he could find to eat with. It would probably be Rachel. They were docked in Greece for two of the last three days of the cruise (the last day being used to ship back home) and Kurt was determined to make the best of it.

Kurt began humming to himself while he rallied through his normal routine of showering and moisturizing. He had just finished pulling on his outfit when there was a loud, rapid knock on the door. He quickly turned the corner to open the door, a smile plastered on his face at the possibility of it being his gorgeous boyfriend. Instead, as the door swung open, he was met with an empty hallway. Kurt poked his head out the door, looking both ways down the corridor before backing into the room, almost overlooking the small vase containing a single red rose and a handwritten note wrapped around the stem. Kurt raised an eyebrow, picked up the vase, bringing the flower up to his nose and inhaled deeply. As cheesy and cliché as it was, roses were his favorite flower. He glanced down the hall toward Blaine's room once more before retreating back into the room and unraveling the note from around the stem of the rose. He immediately recognized the writing as Blaine's

My Dearest Kurt,

As you may have noticed, today marks the one month anniversary of our relationship. I could've just taken you to dinner or a romantic night out on the town, but no, I'm going to set free the hopeless romantic in me and make this day special for both of us.

I know it's weird to be so hopelessly in love with someone after only a month, but I couldn't and still can't deny the immediate click there was between us on the Sky Deck that first day. I knew the second I had seen you on the plane ride to Boston that I had to get to know you (I bet you didn't even realize that you were seated next to me on the plane), but when you had fallen asleep on the plane, I had feared I would never get the chance to spark a conversation. But there you were, watching the sunset the day we boarded the ship. I felt like the happiest person on the planet when I saw your face. I had to talk to you. I had to get to know you.

As I got to know the real Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I knew I could never let you go. You broke down every wall I had built up around myself. When I was being bullied, when I was beaten up after the Sadies Hawkins dance, when I went through the most traumatic experience of my life, everything that had happened didn't seem so bad now that I had you standing by my side. With you next to me, I felt like I could accomplish anything. I poured my heart out to you after only a couple of weeks, even when my mind was begging for me not to reveal my secrets. I couldn't help but feel the safest I had ever been when I looked at you.

All of this is why I wanted to make today special. It marks the beginning. The first month of so many more to come and I can only hope you feel the same. I love you, Kurt. More than anything. And it scares me. It scares me because I'm willingly giving you the power to destroy my world, my heart. It scares me because it's only been a month! What sane people fall in love after only a month? But the thing is... I've always been a little crazy. There's no doubt in my mind that I love you, Kurt. I really do. I love you.

Kurt found himself crying in the doorway of his room as his eyes skimmed over the neatly signed letter. He read through it twice more before folding the note and sliding it into his shirt pocket. He ran back inside, the rose clutched in his hand, a huge grin plastered on his face. He felt as if he were flying. Was any of this real? Would he wake up from a dream and find himself in his room back in Ohio? Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and pinched himself quickly, smiling when he didn't wake up somewhere else. He was here. Blaine was here. They were in love. Suddenly the world seemed brighter.

Blaine was giddy with excitement. He had poured his heart into the letter he had written for Kurt and was currently moving around his room to make everything perfect. Tonight was important. Kurt was important.

Cooper was sat on the couch watching a Buckeyes game, shouting at the TV and whooping when they scored. Normally he would be watching with his brother but knew today needed his attention.

Nearly an hour passed before there was a knock on his door. He smiled; it must be Kurt. Blaine moved to open the door but the familiar face that entered his vision was enough to wipe the smile clean from his face. He felt himself gulp and his eye widen. The room was suddenly quiet as Cooper had turned the game off in favor of joining Blaine at the door. Cooper's hand covered Blaine's shoulder in reassurance as they both took in the unwelcome appearance of the man that stood before them.

Blaine stood stock still, a blank expression spread across his face and his heart nearly stopped. Cooper knew Blaine wouldn't have the strength yet to stand up to their father so he was the first to speak. "What the hell are you doing here?" Blaine jumped slightly at the sudden noise but continued staring blankly at the man.

"I've come to bring Blaine home," their father stated simply.

"The hell you are! He's eighteen, you can't order him around anymore." The eldest Anderson ignored the comment and went to grab Blaine's arm. Blaine jerked away, his back crashing into Cooper but dodging his father's hand.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Blaine finally spoke up, his voice wavering but strong against the man. Andrew Anderson seemed to grow angry at his response and glared down at Blaine.

"I'm not asking. You're coming with me and getting off this ship and away from that fag you've been spending your time with." Blaine flinched at the foul word but his anger only continued to grow as he listened to his father talk about his Kurt that way. It also peaked his curiosity. How had he found out about Kurt? He knew his dad had connections but he surely wouldn't have had people following his every move, would he? "You're coming back to Ohio, Blaine. Obviously those summer camps were a waste of my money. Or perhaps I need to send you to another? Maybe then you'll learn to stay away from that queer." The name only furthered Blaine's anger.

"No! Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare talk about Kurt that way!" Blaine was fuming.

"Watch yourself Blai-"

"No, you watch yourself. You don't talk about the man I love like that."

"Love?" Andrew scoffed, crossing his arms. "No son of mine will be seen with a faggot like the one you've associated yourself with. It was a lucky coincidence that the Callahans had taken a trip to Paris and spotted the two of you getting a little too cozy. I'm putting an end to this right now. You are coming back to Ohio with me whether you like it or not." Blaine looked at his father like he had gone insane. Who the hell did he think he was telling him he had no choice but to go with him? And on top of that, calling Kurt names. Blaine Devon Anderson would not stand for it any longer.

"You can go to hell, sir, because there is no way in hell I'm going anywhere with you. And if you think you're taking me away from Kurt, well then you've got another thing coming. So why don't you hop on your private jet and fly back to wherever the hell it is you came here from and go back to screwing your secretary because you are done screwing with me." Blaine surprised himself with how calmly the whole speech had come off as. Blaine's father was red in the face by the end and was about to explode when the last person he wanted to show up at that time, did.

Kurt stopped in his tracks a few feet down the hall at the man standing in the hallway looking rather angry with the Anderson brothers who were standing just inside the doorway. He noticed the widening of Blaine's eye upon his arrival. "Blaine? What's going on?" he asked hesitantly, eyes glancing back and forth between the brothers and the man standing in the doorway. He noticed the similar colored eyes that he had been looking into every day for the past month in the man standing before him but he could tell Blaine's were much warmer and compassionate. This man's eyes, Blaine's father's eyes were hard, spiteful. He saw the empty coldness behind them and shivered slightly.

Blaine watched Kurt connect the dots in his mind and he so badly wanted to scream at Kurt to run because he knew what his father was capable of. He knew Kurt could easily wind up in the crossfire.

"Blaine?"

"You can skip out on our lunch today. Go have fun with your family," Blaine faintly heard Cooper speak up from behind him. Blaine noticed how Cooper avoided saying Kurt's name, knowing if he tipped Andrew off about who exactly he was, it may not end well for any of them.

"They went out already. What is going on? You left a let-"

"No, I changed my mind. I don't want you here. You need to leave." The words left Blaine's mouth like knives and made his heart hurt when Kurt flinched at them.

Though the words hurt, Kurt didn't miss the frightened tone of Blaine's voice. Something was wrong. He looked back up to the man who had to be Andrew Anderson and back to Blaine and Cooper. "I'm not going anywhere." Kurt slipped past the eldest Anderson and stood protectively beside Blaine, grabbing his hand tightly and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Kurt, you can't stay. Please, you need to leave," Blaine whispered to his boyfriend as Cooper and his father were glaring at each other. But the words were just loud enough for Andrew to hear the name.

"Kurt? This is the f-"

"Don't." Blaine glared hard at his father then looked tenderly back to Kurt, "Please, Kurt. Leave."

"Not a chance," Kurt stood his ground. He was trying to get across that he would do anything for the man. That he was there for him. And Blaine knew there was no changing his mind as much he worried for Kurt.

The room fell quiet for a few beats, all waiting for someone to break the silence. Kurt twitched his fingers, tightening his grip on Blaine's hand. The small movement caught Andrew's eyes. He went from irritated to livid and for a second Blaine swore he saw the spark in his father's eyes. The spark he had seen only one other time. The day he had come out. He suddenly feared for his life... and Kurt's.

The man stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him before slowly turning to face Blaine. He took a slow step forward before lunging at his youngest son and pinning him to the closest wall. Kurt was knocked out of the way, his hand jerked from his boyfriend's as Blaine let out a painful gasp when his back hit the wall.

"I will not allow this... disgusting life you've been living. You are a complete disgrace to the family name. You will not be screwing around with this boy any longer. I will not have a faggot tarnishing our reputation. I'm running for Senator next month and I can't have you going around fucking everything will legs. So, you are going to come back to Ohio with me and you are going to quit fucking up your worthless life. I will not tolerate your revolting life choices any longer, do you understand me?" Blaine was having trouble breathing as his father's arm was pushed against his throat. He gasped for air and was rewarded with a lungful when the man had been pulled from him. Blaine assumed Cooper was fed up with their father too but when he looked up, he realized Kurt had been the one to pull the eldest Anderson from him and was now screaming at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You call yourself a father? You are a worthless piece of shit. You are supposed to love your children. If you had even paid a speck of attention to Blaine, you would realize he's an amazing man. In fact, gay or not, he's still more of a man than you could ever wish to be." Blaine's heart was pounding as the room went quiet again. He saw the fury behind his father's eyes and the utter disbelief at the horrid things his father had said behind Kurt's. That's why Blaine felt like he was going to vomit when he heard the menacing laugh echo through the room.

"He's got you wrapped around his little finger." He paused, looking back and forth between Kurt and Blaine before sneering. "You both go ahead and continue your sick little game, but you're both going to hell and you-" he jabbed his finger at Blaine, "-can consider yourself disowned. You are no longer an Anderson."

"Good," Blaine spat, though the comment did hurt more than he'd ever admit.

"I think Hummel suits you better anyway." Blaine's eyes widened as he looked over at his boyfriend in disbelief. Kurt just smiled sweetly at him and grabbed his hand once again. "Blaine Devon Hummel. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Andrew Anderson scoffed at them then turned to leave, slamming the door behind him.

Blaine was quick to run out the door and cheekily shout down the hall, "See you in hell!" before running back through the door and tackling Kurt in a huge hug. "I love you. I love you so, so much." Their lips connected and they melted into each other. Kurt giggled against his lips and let himself melt into his boyfriend. A minute or so passed before someone was clearing their throat. The boys pulled apart, looks of complete love and adoration glistened in both of their eyes. "Did you really mean it? What you said?"

Kurt giggled at the hesitance in his boyfriend's voice. He stole a quick kiss from Blaine and smiled brightly. "Every word." Blaine's golden smile said it all. "I love you, Blaine."

"I love you. And I'm sorry. I think I've ruined the day. I had a fun day planned for us being in Greece but I think I'm too emotionally exhausted to go out. I'm sorry." By this time, Cooper had moved to continue watching football. Kurt pulled Blaine to the couch and sat down on the opposite side as Cooper, picking up a Vogue magazine.

"I was actually hoping we could just keep it simple today. Watch the game and relax," Kurt smiled at Blaine and opened the magazine. He scanned a few pages before Blaine joined the two on the couch. Instead of watching the game though, he positioned himself on his back, his head in Kurt's lap, and grinned up at the boy he was in love with.

Kurt set the magazine down in favor of playing with Blaine's ungelled curls. Blaine's attention soon turned to the game but he wasn't really focused on the players on the TV screen. An hour passed before anything else was said.

"Dad's probably going to drain my bank account. I should probably get the money put into another account before I'm left with nothing. I wanna be able to support you," Blaine looked up at Kurt at that and smiled.

"That's sweet, B, but I do have my own money saved up you know," Kurt said with a light chuckle.

"I know, I know, but I want to spoil you." Blaine raised Kurt's hand to press a kiss to the back of causing Cooper to fake gag at the two boys.

"Well, I'll see you two loverboys later. I've got a lunch date," Cooper commented, standing to leave.

Both boys snickered at him and added in unison, "Yeah, with your hand." then turned to each other and laughed until they cried. By the time they had settled down, Cooper was gone and the room was silent.

The two locked eyes and stood up together. Nothing had to be said for the two to know what the other was thinking. They were on one wavelength as they walked hand in hand, with a silent mutual agreement lingering between them, to the king-sized bed that was waiting for them in the large suite. Kisses began soft and sweet and became passionate and hungry. Clothes were shed piece by piece with delicate and careful fingers. It wasn't rushed. The feel of their bare chests colliding sent shivers up their spines. As clothes became scarce, emotions heightened and the small bit of anxiety gnawed at the back of their heads. They didn't have to be afraid, though. They were with the one they loved more than anything. And as their bodies slid together in synchronization and the soft moans filled the air, they knew this could never be anything less than perfect. They allowed themselves to feel, to be completely vulnerable and open to each other and in it they found a promise. A promise to never let go. To keep each other safe. To love each other through the flaws and mistakes. To never give up. To be one.

Blaine woke the next morning to the wafting scent of coffee. He smiled, remembering the night before. He never dreamed his first time with Kurt would be so amazing, so perfect. The smile held to his lips and he nuzzled the pillow supporting his head. His legs were tangled in the sheets, a soft breeze blowing across his back. He sighed happily before forcing himself to turn over and stretch. He noticed the vacancy of Kurt's side of the bed and allowed his eyes to open. He sat up and looked around quickly, noticing that the door to the balcony was slightly ajar. Blaine pushed himself out of bed, noticing the slight soreness that accompanied the movement, tugged on a pair of sweatpants and went to pour himself a cup of coffee. All the while, he couldn't wipe the huge grin from his face.

As he made his way toward the balcony door, he noticed the sun was just beginning to rise. Kurt must have wanted to watch the sunrise. Blaine leaned against the door jam, spotting Kurt curled up in one of the deck chairs. He was sitting cross-legged nursing a cup of coffee while a light blanket was draped around his shoulders. He was faced away from Blaine but a certain lightness emanated from him. Blaine hated to disturb him but had the sudden need to see the other boy's smile. He made a scuffling noise with his feet, just enough to grasp Kurt's attention and get him to turn around and smile at his boyfriend.

"Good morning," he murmured with a smile. Blaine's heart swelled at the love that was tossed in with a simple greeting. Blaine went to sit in the chair beside Kurt but gained a look from his boyfriend and squeezed on to the chair Kurt was currently occupying, ending up with said boy on his lap. They sat in silence, watching as the sun rise, sending rays of orange and pink and red across the sky and dancing across the ripples in the water below.

It seemed as if the world had shifted. Everything was different but at the same time, nothing was. All that mattered was that they were together. The moment was only made more perfect by the soft voices that rang out in the morning light, complementing each other perfectly as they sang.

And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

Now that I see you