“Carol, I promise Blaine and I have it all under control. All you have to do is show up.” Blaine heard his fianc� say from the kitchen. Blaine stared at the magazines and notes spread over the coffee table. Kurt was the most detail oriented person he had ever met and it showed in the wedding planning.
The man himself came back into the room, phone in hand. “Dad and Carol are going to be here tomorrow.” He said with a grin. Since Blaine had yet to meet Kurt’s parents face to face they were coming a week in advance.
“Your stepmom still trying to help with the wedding?” Blaine asked.
“Yes.” Kurt said with an eye roll.
“It’s good that she wants to help.” Blaine said, grabbing Kurt’s hand and tugged until he was sitting on the couch next to him.
“I know.” He said with a sigh “I’m just so stressed out that everything is irritating.” Kurt curled up into Blaine’s side and closed his eyes. “I need a break.” He mumbled
“Well,” Blaine said, reaching for the remote, “I happen to know that there is a Project Runway marathon on today and I am an excellent pillow.”
Kurt laughed “You really do.” He said, snuggling closer.

“Carol! Dad! We’re over here!” Kurt shouted across the crowded airport terminal. The crowd parted for the couple as Carol half ran toward Kurt and Blaine, Burt trailing in her wake at a much more sedate pace, dragging the bags behind him.
When she reached Kurt and Blaine she gathered them, one in each arm, for a tight hug.
“It’s so good to see you, honey.” She said, laying a hand on Kurt’s cheek. “And good to finally meet you, Blaine.”
“It’s good to meet you too, Mrs. Hummel.” Blaine said as he was squeezed again, this time with both arms.
“Please, call me Carol.” She said quickly. “You’re family now. Besides, I’m not near old enough for that Mrs. stuff.”
While Blaine and Carol had their exchanged Kurt had gone over to greet his father. “Let me help you with that, Dad.” He said, reaching for one of the bags.
“I got this.” Burt said. “You’d better go rescue your boy before Carol hugs him to death.”
Kurt went over and diverted Carol’s attention long enough for Blaine to slip away from her outpouring of affection and walk over to Burt.
“Hey, kid.” Burt said, releasing the wheeled suitcase to shake Blaine’s hand. “Sorry about my wife, she’s really excited about all this.”
Blaine laughed. “She’s fine. My mom and sister-in-law are the same way.”
“Not your old man though?” Burt asked gently. Clearly Kurt had told is father at least some of Blaine’s family drama.
“Not so much.” Blaine said quietly.
“I wouldn’t put too much energy into worrying about it, sport.” Burt said, clapping him on the back. “In the end you are his son and he loves you. He’ll come around.”
“I hope so.” Blaine said. He wasn’t nearly as confident in his father’s eventual acceptance as Burt.

From the airport, they drove Burt and Carol to their hotel, leaving them to settle in. Despite his initial reluctance to turn the reigns over to anyone else, Kurt allowed Carol to help with the final stages of planning, and before any of them knew it, the day of the wedding dawned, with the desired clear skies and sunshine.

“Rachel, will you please check on Blaine and Cooper for me.” Kurt said. “I want to make sure they are ready before Finn cues the music.”
“Of course.” Rachel said, beaming at him.
“And for God’s sake make sure Finn’s tie is on straight!” he shouted after her as she took off. Kurt had been shocked at how civilly Rachel and Finn had behaved since his stepbrother had arrived from LA a few hours before the rehearsal dinner. In fact the whole thing, family blending and all had gone off without a hitch so far. There had been a huge drama with the flowers and again with a table linen shortage, but it could have been a lot worse. Kurt turned to the mirror and straightened his bow tie unnecessarily.

“Kurt wants to know if you guys are ready.” Rachel said, walking into the dressing room without knocking.
“Um, how do we look?” Blaine asked, gesturing first to himself, then to Cooper, who stood next to him.
“Like Kurt and Andrea are lucky no one else snapped you two up first.” She said with a smile, walking over and brushing something off Cooper’s suit jacket.
“I’m going to tell Finn to start the band up.” She said. “Remember, you guys are up on the fifth count of eight.”

Noah Puckerman followed the other guests into the reception hall, his eyes searching the crowd for a certain petite brunette.
“Puck!” Kurt called, rushing over.
“Hey, man. Congratulations” He said, wrapping the newlywed in a quick, rough hug.
“I’m glad you made it.” Kurt said. “Rachel didn’t tell me you were in town until we started making out the guest list. How did you two run into each other?”
“Uh, it’s a long story, bro.” he said. “Have you seen her at all?”
Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion. “Yeah she’s over there talking to Santana. Don’t go over there unless you’re prepared to see thirty pictures of Brit and the baby though. I’m a little surprised she came with a newborn at home.”
Puck laughed squeezed Kurt’s shoulder. “No one wanted to miss you finally tying the knot.” His eyes were focused behind Kurt where Rachel stood, nodding and smiling over something on Santana’s phone.
“I’ll catch up to you later, bro. I want to meet that guy of yours.” He said and took off in Rachel’s direction.
Kurt watched as he walked over and gave his friend a hug that lifted her off her feet and caught Santana’s suspicious look as Puck lead Rachel to the dance floor.
“Excuse me.” Blaine said behind him. Kurt turned to find his husband, tie loosened and his eyes sparkling. “May I have this dance?” he asked.
Kurt grinned. “Okay, but don’t tell my husband.” He said.
Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt onto the dance floor and pressed him close. Kurt rested his head on Blaine’s chest. “I think something is up with Rachel and Puck.” He said, looking over at the pair, who were dancing just as close as he and Blaine were.
“The guy with the Mohawk?” Blaine asked.
“Yeah. We went to high school with him.” Kurt said. “He used to be kind of wild but he has settled down a lot since then.”
“Well don’t worry then.” Blaine said. “Maybe they’ll end up as happy as we are.”
“Not possible.” Kurt said lifting his head to look deeply into his husband’s eyes. “We’ve set the bar too high.” He said then kissed him, earning a catcall from Santana, who had dragged Cooper onto the dance floor. “Get it Hummel!” she shouted.
Kurt turned pink and pressed one more quick kiss to Blaine’s lips. “When can we leave, again?” he asked.
Blaine laughed and started to back away slowly “Now works for me.” He said.