The mountain air was chilly, but their rented cabin was warm and cozy, especially once Blaine got the real wood fire started in the fireplace. It had been a difficult choice between hot cocoa and red wine, but in the end they went with the wine.

“Do you know what my favorite part about this place is?” Kurt asked, his voice dreamy.

“The fireplace?” Blaine guessed.

“That’s good too,” Kurt said. “But no. I was thinking of the complete lack of children.”

Blaine smiled. “Just like old times. I hardly remember what it was like, honestly.”

Kurt looked at him, eyes twinkling. “Oh, I remember, all right.” He hooked his fingers under Blaine’s collar and pulled him in for a hot, lingering kiss.

“Hmmm,” Blaine said when they pulled away. “I may have an inkling of it … maybe you could continue to jog my memory?”

Kurt climbed into Blaine’s lap and kissed him hard, pushing him down to lie on the couch. And even after all these years, the sparks between them were as real as the ones crackling in the fireplace.