A Year and a Half Later

After it was over, Blaine had slowly pulled himself out of Kurt who had winced at the feeling of not being connected any longer. However, he could deal with that because he had never felt anything like what he was now feeling. The emotions that had traversed his body, that he was still feeling were indescribable with words. Kurt had never felt more in love and he never thought that he would again.

Smiling a little to himself he watched as Blaine made quick work of the condom and then all but flopped down on the bed next to him. He couldn't help but chuckle a little because he new how tired and content he was. Kurt could only imagine what Blaine was feeling. Blaine looked at him with a question written in his eyes but Kurt just shrugged it off, smiling even bigger. The other boy didn't seem to mind as he rested his head against Kurt's chest and took a big content sigh.

"We should clean up," Kurt suggested softly, running his fingers through Blaine's sweat dampened curls.

Blaine nuzzled against Kurt's chest before saying in a sleepy voice, "Don't wanna."

All Kurt did was chuckle and continue to pet at Blaine's head. He didn't want move either and was not going to start a fight with Blaine right now. Let them take a short nap first... He was just starting to doze off, with the same smile plastered on his face when Blaine's voice called through the air.

"Thank you."

Kurt made a small noise before asking, "For what?"

Blaine lifted his head off of his chest and locked eyes with Kurt before saying, "For everything. For what just happened, and all that has. For all that will. For always sticking with me. For loving me even though I can be a bit clueless sometimes. For being mine..."

It wasn't the first time that night that Kurt felt tears prickle in his eyes. "You never have to thank me for any of those things Blaine." He softly ran his hand over the side of Blaine's face and smiled as Blaine's eyes closed and he leaned into the embrace.

They stayed like that for a few moments longer until Kurt spoke up again, "I will always love you."

"And I will always love you, Kurt Hummel," Blaine said with a smile before reaching forward and placing a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. Still smiling Blaine rested his head on Kurt's naked chest again and they both drifted off to sleep.

Kurt smiled to himself in the mirror as he adjusted the black tie around his neck. He let the memory of the dream he had woken up from fill his body and watched as his smile grew even larger. It had seemed like such a short time ago that he had woken up in a panic from a dream of the same night. Yes, it had been over a year since the last time a dream like this had surfaced, but it seemed oddly fitting that it would come back today.

As he continued to adjust his tuxedo, which he had designed himself, Kurt silently wondered what Blaine was feeling right now. He knew Blaine was stashed away in some other room in the same building, but he hadn't seen him since yesterday. It had been their first night apart in a year and a half and Kurt longed to see him. See those eyes, bright with excitement of what was going to happen in a short amount of time. It had been a long and rough time getting to this moment, but it was here now and that was all that mattered.

Thinking about this day as a child Kurt had always thought he would be a nervous wreck. Hustling about trying to make sure every little detail was perfect. And while he had done his fair share of that, today he was perfectly content. No, content was not powerful enough a word. Elated maybe, ecstatic... Though Kurt figured if his younger self knew he would be marrying Blaine, then he would have never feared the nonexistent nerves.

Marrying... Kurt watched his eyes crinkle as the word bounced around his head. It hadn't been very long since the night that Kurt had gone back to Blaine, and that Blaine had dragged Kurt to that damn Olive Garden again. They had been laughing and joking about the last time they had been there when Blaine had suddenly gotten very serious and dropped down to one knee, presenting to Kurt the ring that was now fitted on his left hand. Kurt's thumb ran over it, a habit he had gotten into, trying to convince himself that it was really there.

A part of him thought that he would never really believe that it was there or that he was here, and Blaine was waiting for him somewhere. Kurt never thought that he would be able to get married to the man of his dreams, not when it had taken so much to get here. But today wasn't a day for bad thoughts, today was the celebration of two people that loved each other, and would be able to spend the rest of their lives together as husbands.

The wedding itself had been fairly simple to organize. Kurt having had this day planned since the age of five and Blaine willing to do most anything to have it live up to Kurt's expectations. They had both agreed that a church was out of the question, choosing a tasteful and elegant hotel ballroom. It had also been easy for them to decide that they would walk down the aisle together. Having been forced apart for so long, they were doing to do everything together from now on.

Kurt had taken it upon himself to design the clothes, not only for himself and Blaine but the rest of the wedding party. He and Blaine were wearing the same tuxedo but in reverse. The outer garments of Kurt's were black as Blaine's were white. The shirt that Kurt had on under it was white finished with a simple black tie and Blaine's once again, were opposite. Blaine's only demand was that he wear the white because he wanted Kurt to stand out.

Cathy, who was acting as his best man, had wanted to wear a tux that matched Kurt's but Rachel (who was one of his 'groomsmen') had flat out refused. So instead they both had on white jackets, black undershirts and white skirts. Bringing together both the masculine and the feminine and fitting into the wedding perfectly. Wes, who was Blaine's best man was wearing a tux with the same color scheme as Kurt. The yin and the yang finally becoming one.

All of the people in the wedding were wearing a simple red rose on the lapel of his or her jacket. Bringing in the fact that Blaine had repeatedly given Kurt roses while trying to win Kurt back. Wes' daughter, Emily, was acting as their flower girl. Her dress was the same deep red as the roses, the only spec of color in the entire wedding, pulling every last detail together.

The seats were filled with all of Kurt's and Blaine's extended family and friends. Blaine had wanted to keep their guest list to a minimum and Kurt had assured him that this was as small as they could get. All Blaine had done was rolled his eyes and agreed, the actual wedding meant little to Blaine, and Kurt used that to his advantage. Actually, the wedding meant less to Kurt than he was expecting. All he wanted out of it was the end result, to leave and be able to call Blaine his husband.

Kurt was able to recall with a certain fondness the morning he called to tell his family about the engagement. Blaine had to talk him into it, Kurt being terrified about what his father's reaction might be. But as soon as Blaine had said that it didn't matter then Kurt was actually able to pick up his phone and dial the number.

It had actually been Finn to pick up his house phone and Kurt had told him to get Burt and Carole and then to put him on speaker. It had been amusing to both Kurt and Blaine to listen to him stumble around the house yelling as he had done in high school. It had been with a shaking voice that Kurt had announced to his family that he and Blaine were now engaged. Finn had let out something like a victory yell while Carole had squealed girlishly. Both men on the other end of the phone call waited with baited breath for Burt to finally say something.

Finally he had sighed before asking, "Does he make you happy, kiddo?"

Smiling widely while looking at his fiance Kurt had quickly said, "More than anybody. Blaine's the one, Dad. He always has been."

The smile on Blaine's face could have broken it, but Kurt had just giggled a little before Blaine had leaned over and pressed a dry kiss to his temple, waiting for Burt to say, "Well, then congratulations you two."

Still looking at himself in the mirror Kurt didn't think that his smile would go away today. He seemed to be doing a lot more smiling now that he had moved in with Blaine. They had come to the conclusion together that Blaine's apartment was a lot nicer than the one Kurt had been living in. Plus both of them wanted to spend time alone together, re-learning each other, away from Rachel's constant blabber.

Blaine had made it his personal mission to wipe Kurt's memory clean of any other times he had been with another man. Especially any of the times that Kurt had been with Bill. To say that Blaine hated the man would be an understatement. The only real argument they had about the wedding was when Kurt had told Blaine that he was inviting Bill. Blaine had suggested that he hijack a cab and run him over instead.

But Kurt remained immovable about it. He kept insisting that he didn't know if they would even be planning a wedding if it wasn't for Bill and for that reason he had to be invited. Kurt didn't think that Bill would even respond since he hadn't shown up for work again and when Kurt had questioned other people in the building about it, none of them had any idea where he was. So it came as no shock to him when the invitation was returned to them, saying that the tenant had moved written on the envelope. Blaine still stood by running him over with a cab.

Chuckling under his breath at his fiance's behavior Kurt shook his head at himself. Being on the other side of everything that had happened, Kurt was more than appalled at his actions. He couldn't really blame Blaine for saying what he did, even though Kurt knew he was completely joking. Kurt was just glad that the murderous thoughts didn't extend to him... But Blaine had made his very clear on more than one occasion.

"You know, I normally hear more about the blushing bride at weddings," someone called from just inside the doorway.

"Oh like you won't be!" Kurt smiled into the mirror, making eye contact with his best friend. Just within the last month Greg, the one night stand from the club, had proposed to Cathy. It was funny how things sometimes worked out...

"Hush you. How are your feet doing?"

Kurt just rolled his eyes, knowing that Cathy was not talking about his shoes. "Burning up, care to take a feel?"

"Gross," Cathy scolded before getting more serious, "Just checking though."

"No need to check, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Kurt..." She trailed off, "Kurt I need to tell you something before you walk out there and marry Blaine."

Instantly Kurt felt the color flush out of his face, a cold sweat beading up on his hairline. He whirled around and stared at Cathy in shock. What could she possibly have to say? How could this happen?! Not after everything they had been through!

"What?" He managed to whisper.

"I lied to you!" Cathy spoke in a rush, "The day I hired Blaine, I knew who he was!"

Kurt felt a wave of relief flood through his entire body. Okay, so no big deal Cathy had just hired Blaine when she knew how much Blaine had hurt him...wait, what?

"You what?!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I lied, but I'm not sorry for what I did. From that first time you said his name I knew you were still in love with him. So I took it upon myself to go to that stupid coffee shop and together we came up with the whole plan."

For a short moment Kurt's brain stopped working. The whole thing had been Cathy. In that weird little head of hers she had devised a whole elaborate plan that had lead him to this moment. If Cathy hadn't done what she did...Kurt shuddered to think about where he would be. And this whole time he had been giving the credit to Rachel...wait, what about Rachel?

"And Rachel?"

"In on the whole thing from the start of course."

Kurt scoffed, "Of course. But both of you knew what he had done to me. Yet you went behind my back and looked for him so you could hire him? Then convinced my roommate to lie about it as well," Kurt said, thinking out loud.

"I did it for your own good. You can thank me later."

Snorting Kurt looked down at the floor. While he understood the motivations for her actions he was having a hard time wrapping his head around the whole thing. Both Cathy and Blaine were better at acting then he had been giving them credit for. Being able to pull something like this off, especially with the whole scene involving the contract and everything... Wait...

"What about the whole thing with the contract?"

"What?" Cathy questioned.

"That stupid contract that Blaine had to sign to work for me! If you knew he was Blaine then why the whole show and everything?"

"Oh," Cathy started to giggle then, "I made it up. I knew you would just fire Blaine as soon as you found out I hired him, so I had to make it so you couldn't. If you had actually read it you would have seen it was just a bunch of legal sounding words strung together in no real order. Plus I had to convince you that I didn't know that he was Blaine. Pretty clever, huh?"

"Clever indeed," Kurt said lowly as he nodded his head. He wasn't exactly angry with what his best friend had done. Just very taken aback. And extremely grateful...but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that yet. But Kurt knew that if she hadn't done what she did, he and Blaine would probably never have even became friends again. He owed a lot to Cathy.

"You're not mad right?" Cathy's small voice pulled him out of his reprieve. She looked like she had sunken on on herself, honestly concerned that Kurt was furious. Knowing he shouldn't laugh at his friends obvious discomfort he just let the smile play with the edges of his lips, trying to contain a laugh.

"If I were mad would I offer to design your wedding dress completely free of charge? And the bridesmaid's as well. Nobody that pretty much saved my life will have an ugly bridesmaid dress in her wedding." A full blown smile stretched across his mouth as he watched Cathy's eyes relight and a cocky smile appeared on her face.

"You mean you weren't gonna do that anyway?"

This time Kurt didn't stop the full blown laughter that wanted to come out of his body. "Don't push your luck!" He said through his chuckles before opening his arms. Quickly taking the hint Cathy sprinted into his arms, and would have knocked him over if she wasn't so small.

"Thank you," he allowed himself to whisper into her hair. She looked up at him before going up on her toes and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"I just wanted you to be happy, Kurt. You're too wonderful a person to be dead inside like you were. It sucked for all of us that saw you suffering."

It was still early in the day but Kurt felt the first tears of happiness start to prickle in his eyes. Somehow he had forgotten how much his friends cared about him. And how much he cared about them in return. Never again, never again would Kurt be dead to the world. Not when he had Blaine to go home to every night...

"Wait, there's still something I don't understand..." Kurt trailed off as Cathy broke the embrace and took a few steps back to look at him.

"Go on," she waved her hand for him to continue.

"Why was the whole Joshua...fiasco needed? You knew he was Blaine all along..."

"Oh! We came up with that just to throw you more off course. It was simple really. I didn't think that you would ever fall for it but Blaine convinced me that you would. I almost couldn't believe it when you did. But all we did was switch his real middle name and first name and-"

"Wait! You mean Blaine's first name really is Blaine? Not Joshua?!" Kurt sputtered, just when he thought this whole thing couldn't get any more complex.

"Of course not!" Cathy laughed.

"But-But he had a birth certificate!"

"Kurt, honey, I went to the coffee shop the day after I found out why Blaine cheated. It takes some time for fake documents to be made..." She shrugged, apparently unconcerned with the fact she had forged a legal document.

"Why you sneaky little bitch..." Kurt whispered while narrowing his eyes at her.

"Okay...remember how just a few seconds ago I made you cry because you were so happy with me? Yeah, rewind to that. And don't forget you have to make a Maid of Honor dress too!" She demanded quickly, a grin over her face, before turning on her heel and running over to the door.

Kurt couldn't help the laugh that escaped him before calling, "I thought I was the Maid of Honor!"

"Doesn't bother me if you wear a dress," she said over her shoulder before dashing out of the room.

A few more chuckles escaped Kurt's lips as he looked up to the clock above the doorway. It was 2:15. Deep inside his stomach Kurt felt a whoosh of excitement and just a touch of the nervousness that had been absent. In fifteen minutes the ceremony would start. And if Kurt figured right, within an hour he would be married to the man of his dreams.

Their wedding procession wouldn't be long. The first person to walk down the isle would be the officiant who would take her place at the end of the aisle. The next would be Blaine's mother, who had finally divorced Blaine's prejudice father. She herself supported the two them wholeheartedly. His mother Lily would then take her place at the single seat reserved for her on the right side of the aisle.

Following Lily, would be Burt and Carole. They would take their seats on the opposite side of the isle. Next, Emily, would dance down the aisle, most likely throwing her red rose pedals at people rather than scattering them down the carpet as Kurt, Blaine, and Wes and explained more than one time. Kurt just shook his head at the memory of her asking over and over again why she couldn't throw them at the guests instead. Someone would have to tell him how that went...

The next people who would float down the aisle would be Cathy and Wes. It had been Blaine's idea to have them walk down together and then match up the rest of the 'groomsmen' since they had an even number. And since Cathy and Wes were acting as the best men they would go first. Followed by Rachel and David. Mercedes would be next, with Hunter on her arm. Blaine had called Hunter for the first time in years to personally invite him to the wedding and he had just flown in two days previous.

Meeting Hunter had been hard for Kurt to do. But Kurt knew how much it meant to Blaine. Plus, Kurt understood that none of what happened really had been Hunter's fault. So Kurt had put on a smile and went with Blaine to the airport to pick Hunter up. In reality, Hunter seemed more nervous to meet Kurt than Kurt had been to meet him. As soon as he had seen Kurt his smile had wavered. Kurt had chosen to ignore it and when Hunter was standing before them had instantly stuck out his hand and introduced himself.

Hunter had looked like he was going to be sick. Even his husband, Justin, was looking at him funny. Just when it felt like the reunion felt like it couldn't get anymore uncomfortable and apology had burst out of Hunter's lips. The four men had all looked at each other before breaking out into a fit of giggles. From that moment on Kurt and Hunter had been friends.

Bringing up the last of the procession before the two grooms would be Finn and Santana. To this day Kurt couldn't understand how Santana and Blaine had hit it off so well in high school. Since the break up the only person from McKinley Blaine had kept in contact with had been Santana. Even Kurt had fallen out of contact with her and was surprised to hear that she and Brittany were also engaged. Their wedding was in a few months and it would be the first that he and Blaine would attend as a married couple.

The rest of the New Directions and Warblers had flown into town of the occasion. Kurt had actually lost count of how many squealing phone calls he had gotten as people had received the invitations. Apparently, everyone that they had gone to high school with had wanted them to get back together. The most surprising call they had received was a weepy Noah Puckerman who claimed to have bad allergies before hanging up on them.

People had been flying in the whole week leading up to the wedding. Kurt and Blaine's small apartment had quickly reached capacity and so had Rachel's. But their guests didn't seem to mind, breaking off into groups and renting out spaces at hotels. The couple had tried to pay for the rooms that were needed but nobody would hear a word of it. Jeff had actually been offended when Kurt had tried to hand him a check.

Shaking his head at the memory, Kurt cast another look at the clock. 2:28. Kurt's jaw dropped as he realized just how long he had been stuck in his thoughts. In just two minutes his father would come fetch him and he would take his place at the back of the line of people who would be standing on the left side of the officiant, his side. It had seemed all too easy that the venue had two parallel hallways that lead to the ballroom.

Each person would emerge from a doorway and then turn over their shoulder to meet the person they would be walking with in the middle. This was where the beginning of the isle started. There they would take each other's arm and walk down together. Each parent, or set of parents, would come from the door who's groom was behind it and Emily would come from Blaine's side that way she could stand with her father until it was time. No, their wedding was not traditional, but when had Kurt and Blaine's relationship ever been traditional?

Kurt jumped a little, startled, when the sound of the door opening pulled him out of his thoughts once again. There stood Burt Hummel, with a look of nervousness on his face.

"You ready, kid?"

Laughing Kurt said, "You look like the one who's about to be married."

"Answer the question Kurt."

Slightly taken aback at the sharpness of his fathers question he quickly answered, "Of course I am. Blaine means everything to me. I've been ready for this moment since the first time he kissed me."

Once Kurt had given his answer the look of nervousness evaporated off of Burt's face. Kurt was relieved to see a big grin take over this mouth and the winkle return to his fathers eyes.

"I felt that way when I married your mum. Carole too. When it's the right person...you just know, don't you?"

"Blaine's my right person," Kurt's voice was thick with emotion from what his father had said to him. It wasn't often that Burt let the emotional side of him be seen, so Kurt knew that this wedding meant more to him than he had let on.

"I know he is, son. Let's go that way the two of you can finally start your future right."

Afraid if he tried to speak again he would choke up, Kurt simply nodded and followed his dad out the door. They were silent as Burt delivered Kurt to the end of the line of people waiting to walk out into the ballroom from this hallway. Once they reached it though, Kurt took a deep breath and turned to look at his father with a big grin across his face. Burt returned the smile before pulling Kurt into a big hug.

"I love ya Kurt," Burt whispered to him while their arms were still wrapped tightly around each other. "Blaine is good for you. I'm glad...well I'm glad you're marring him."

"Me too, Dad," Kurt's voice was swimming with emotion as he felt tears start to prick in his eyes.

"No, no, none of that," his father said waving his hand at Kurt's eyes even though his own eyes had a lot of water in them. Father and son were interrupted in that moment by a scurrying Cathy.

"Yeah yeah, cry cry cry. Do you want to get married or not?" She demanded looking up at Kurt.

"Of course I do," he said, snuffling.

"Well then Burt here needs to take his place or this thing is never gonna start."

"Right," Kurt nodded, "go Dad. I wanna marry my Blaine now."

All Burt did was smile at his son before wiping his tears away with the back of his hand and going to stand in his place next to Carole. Cathy just shot him an exasperated look before running back to the door and sticking her head out. Kurt knew she was signaling the piano player to start. He took a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart.

The music they had selected was something slow, and light. It was simple, nothing about it would stand out. People would forget the last note as soon as it entered their ears. But it would change when Kurt and Blaine finally started down the aisle. It would change to something that nobody but them had heard before.

This music was something that Blaine had written, the night that Kurt had said yes to marring him. It had been the first thing that Blaine had really been able to write since they had broken up. And it was a haunting piece, each note sticking into the listeners mind. Then it would change, filling you up, but in such a simple combination of notes. But Kurt couldn't have thought of something more fitting for them to walk down the aisle to. In his head he could almost hear it the very first time Blaine had held his hand and led him down that hallway at Dalton.

Kurt hadn't even noticed that the officiant had already left from his side until Finn, in front of him took a step forward. He hissed in another shaking breath through his teeth and took a step forward, misjudging and crashing into Finn's back.

"Whoa, dude, you okay?" Finn turned around and must have seen how Kurt was shaking and his eyes bugging out of his head.

"Sometimes I forget how little we have all changed since high school. Especially you," Kurt poked Finn's shoulder but it did nothing as far as his nerves went.

"Tell me about it... But seriously, you okay? You're not gonna, like, throw up on me are you? Because that'd be gross but I could totally understand why you would because I probably would."

"Finn, just stop. I'm not going to throw up on you."

His older brother smiled a goofy smile down at him, "Good. But stop worrying. It's just Blaine out there okay? Forget about everyone else."

"Right. Blaine. Okay. Thanks." Kurt smiled, gratefully up at Finn.

"Anytime, man. Just help me out when Rachel and I eventually get hitched, okay?"

Laughing Kurt agreed and was silently thankful when Finn turned back around. Burt and Carole had already left and he knew Emily must be dancing down the aisle right this instant. The lack of nerves earlier were certainly being made up for now, and when Cathy left the hallway Kurt's heart took off into over drive. He wanted to run his palms down the length of his pants but knew better that to leave a mark.

But it was Blaine out there. Blaine who loved him, cherished him like nobody ever had and like nobody ever will. Blaine who's sun rose and set with Kurt. He knew as soon as he was able to see Blaine, everything would be okay. But until then, his knees would be knocking together and his hands would shake like leaves.

When Rachel walked out the door Finn turned around again. "As soon as I leave count to 30 and then leave. It will give Santana and I a chance to get into our spots and the music to change. Got it?"

"T-Thirty." Kurt was able to gasp out.

"Thirty," Finn agreed looking into his eyes before turning around and opening the door.

Now Kurt was alone. He almost forgot to count to thirty but then started up in his head. His mental voice was shaking just as bad as the rest of his body. The music seemed like it was ten times louder than it actually was as it bounced around his head. Kurt had reached twenty when the music came to a close and the first note played that Blaine had written. Three more seconds...another note...and again...once more... With shaking hands Kurt pushed the door open.

He heard the clothing ruffle that signified that everyone in the ballroom had turned around to face them, but Kurt just kept looking forward. He didn't want to see anyone else until he had finally seen Blaine. Kurt waited for the musical cue he knew was coming before he could turn and face the man of his dreams.

As soon as the note had been played, Kurt turned over his right shoulder and instantly met the eyes of his lover. Once he had Blaine's gaze everything else seemed to evaporate. Kurt could tell by the smile on Blaine's face that the same had happened to him as well, as if the whole world had disappeared and it was only the two of them left. He knew he had to slowly walk forward, to meet Blaine in the middle, when everything in him just wanted to sprint forward. Right now it seemed like days before Blaine had finally wrapped his arm around Kurt's.

"You look stunning," Blaine whispered in his ear, before they started down the aisle, arm in arm.

Kurt didn't want too look away from the beautiful man that was smiling at him, but he forced himself to look forward. He was grateful for Blaine's steadying arm. His wanting to run down the aisle as fast as he could, the anxiousness, and all nerves gone. This was Blaine he was marrying. Blaine who was finally solid and warm beside him and leading them to their future.

The music came to a close as soon as they reached the end of the aisle. How Blaine had timed it perfectly he had no idea because if Kurt had gotten his way they would have sprinted down the isle. However it didn't matter now, because Blaine was holding his hands and Kurt was able to look at him.

In reality Kurt was aware that everyone had their eyes on them and that their officiant was starting the ceremony, but all that Kurt could hear was Blaine's deep breathing and his own heart beat. Kurt didn't have to look at Blaine's mouth to know how wide he was smiling, he could see it in his hazel-green eyes. He thought he had seen them sparkle before, but it was nothing compared to how they looked in this moment. Kurt couldn't help it when his eyes started to water at the intensity of the love he was feeling.

Blaine let go of one of his hands to trace along the bottom of his eye to wipe away the unshed tears before they could fall. As Blaine grasped his hand again, Kurt could hear the collective sniffles and 'awing' from their friends and family. Kurt just smiled goofily, drunk off the feeling running through is body, laughing under his breath.

This was so...right. Kurt felt like every thing that had happened had been leading them to this exact moment. It was the first time in Kurt's life that he ever really believed in fate. Only because there had been too many odds against them, but somehow none of it mattered in the big scheme of things. All Kurt could see in his future was Blaine, and the happiness he would create.

The rest of their life wouldn't be smooth sailing. Kurt knew they would have their fights and that one of them might walk out in anger. But he knew that he would always go back to Blaine. And that Blaine would always come back to him. And even though they hadn't talked about it yet, but Kurt knew they would have a family. A little son or daughter that they would love unconditionally.

When Kurt looked at Blaine, he could see all of these things. Blaine was his past, his present, and his future. Even if they had lost their way and missed seven years worth of memories. They hadn't missed 7 of being in love with each other, because neither one of the had ever really stopped. Kurt hoped that Blaine was seeing the same things when he was looking at him.

Kurt kept staring lovingly at Blaine until he felt him squeezing his hands and shooting him a look that said, 'pay attention.' Trying to pull himself out of his thoughts Kurt tuned into what the officiant was actually saying...

"...to have and to hold, as long as you both shall live?"

It didn't take Kurt long to realize that his was what he had been waiting for. Blaine saying those two little insignificant words that held the key to their future. Looking at him Kurt could see that Blaine looked like he was about to cry himself.

"I do," the words from Blaine came out whispered, like it was the most sacred thing that he had ever said. Kurt's heart leapt into his throat.

"And do you, Kurt Hummel, take Blaine Anderson as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?"

Even though Kurt felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, he said without a moment's hesitation, "I do."

As his tears fell out of his eyes he saw that Blaine's were spilling over as well. They were both gripping onto each other tightly as Blaine let out a loud laugh of happiness. At the sound, Kurt let out his own of pure joy. And without their cue, without caring that their all their friends and their whole families were watching, they were kissing.

Blaine was holding Kurt's face between his hands, so gently, as if he were made of the finest piece of China. Kurt himself had thrown his arms around Blaine's neck and was leaning heavily into the shorter man. He felt as if the world had dropped away behind them and nothing was left but Blaine, Blaine, Blaine. Blaine that was now his husband, sealed with this tear dampened kiss. The only thing that brought him back down to Earth was when he heard someone clear their throat, someone that sounded suspiciously like his father...

With a small laugh, Kurt turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss but keeping their foreheads pressed together. Other chuckles filled his ears as Blaine chased after his lips, pressing one single chaste kiss against them before fluttering his eyes open to meet Kurt's. Happily Kurt watched Blaine's mouth curl up into the biggest, toothy smile he had ever seen him wear. Without remembering deciding too, he was pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips, once again.

"And with that," the officiant's words cut through the haze in his brain, "I can happily declare, the both of you as, Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Congratulations!"

Silently Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and Kurt threw his around Blaine's shoulder. Slowly they turned to face the people that were sitting in the seats before them. Proud to finally, officially, belong to each other.

A few hours later Kurt was happily sitting with Blaine at their reception. They had already been passed from person to person, receiving hugs, handshakes and congratulations. They had already had their pictures snapped dozens of times, until they both saw spots when they blinked. They had sat through Cathy's 'best man' speech which had too many sexual innuendo's than necessary in front of anyone's parents. Of course Wes' was a much more appropriate one, and even Hunter had stood up and said a few words until he started to look embarrassed and quickly sat back down next to Justin.

But now it was Kurt's turn. Kurt had kept this a secret from Blaine so his new husband looked up at him in confusion when he stood up and the whole room turned to face him. Laughing just leaned over and pressed a dry kiss to Blaine's forehead. Slowly Kurt walked to the front of the room to where the small stage had been set up. A few people walked up as well, taking their seats behind the few instruments that had been on stage.

Climbing up, Kurt stood in front of the microphone, meeting Blaine's confused eyes before starting to talk.

"When Blaine and I decided to get married we agreed that we would not be getting each other wedding gifts, the gift of marriage enough for us. And unlike some of you sitting out there...we actually meant it." Kurt paused and smiled as people chuckled, Cathy hitting Greg on the shoulder playfully.

"That being said," he continued, waiting for the laughter to stop, "I arranged a little surprise for Blaine. However, it's free. So we won't be having our first fight tonight."

A few people laughed at this, and Kurt could hear Blaine's laughter mixed in there as well. However, he missed the look on Blaine's face because he had turned around to give the players behind him the go ahead. The familiar music filled Kurt's ears and he quietly waited for his cue. A smile dancing on his lips because of the look on Blaine's face.

Kurt had not had time to practice this. Not with planning his own wedding. And while he was nervous to an extent, he knew he didn't have to be. Not now. This would never be a problem now. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before finally singing the words...

"Live in my house, I'll be your shelter. Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. Be my lover, and I'll cover you."

He re-opened his eyes to see Blaine staring at him in wonder, like he had been blind and was seeing the sun for the first time. Kurt just smiled shyly under the gaze and flicked his eyes behind him. Silently saying for Blaine for him to join him onstage. The band keeping time behind him, waiting.

Finally Blaine seemed to come out of his daze and quickly stood up, all but running to the stage. Kurt laughed into the microphone, never moving his eyes from Blaine's. Even when Blaine grabbed the mic on the stand next to him and sang the lyrics that came next.

"Open your door, I'll be your tenant. Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kisses I've to to spare. I'll be there and I'll cover you."

Together they sang through the song, becoming more and more misty eyed. And even though neither of them knew it, by the time they had finished their wasn't a dry eye in the room. By this point they were too wrapped up in each other to care. Blaine had let the mic fall out of his hand, in favor of throwing his arms around Kurt.

"How are you so amazing?" He whispered into Kurt's ear.

Laughing, Kurt leaned away that way he could look him in the eye when he said, "Only because you love me."

"I love you so much, Kurt Hummel-Anderson. You have no idea."

"I think I do, Blaine Hummel-Anderson. " Kurt said through his tears, reaching forward to press, one of many more kisses, to his husband's lips.