“Kurt, you reminded me a hundred times. I swear, I packed them.”

“It's just that we're going straight to the airport from here and I've never had any time for reading lately and –”

“Well, I'm not sure you'll have much time for it now, I was kind of planning on keeping you—busy. If you know what I mean. You will not be spending our entire honeymoon reading, you know I have ways of distracting you. Or...” he bounced in his seat, face lighting up like he'd just had the most brilliant idea ever, “you could just read naked, that way we'll both get something out of it.”

Kurt laughed at his suggestively raised eyebrows, reaching across the table to slap his shoulder playfully. “You're impossible, I swear I don't even know why I married you.”

Blaine caught his hand, held onto it as he leaned over to place a soft kiss against Kurt's lips. “You needed someone to keep you away from coffee when you have an important audition coming up.”

“True.” Kurt leaned back in his chair, sighing loudly. “It's a valid reason. And I know that you only married me because you needed someone to pick you up off the living room floor when you fall asleep there and carry you to bed.”

Blaine gasped, feigning indignation. “That was one time, Kurt!”

“It might happen again.”

“I had a ten-hour dance rehearsal that day. I was exhausted.”

Kurt shook his head, thumb running gently over the back of Blaine's hand. “It was adorable, though.”

“I wasn't really going for that,” Blaine pouted.

“You never have to try. You just are.”

Blaine frowned, pretending to think about Kurt's words. “What about the underwear I keep leaving on the bathroom floor?” he asked.

“Well. That's a reason to file for divorce, of course,” Kurt answered, lifting his husband's hand to press his lips to the back of his fingers.

“Of course,” Blaine hung his head, shrugging. “I was afraid of that. Dammit. Could you just... maybe wait a day or so with that? I'd like to be married to you for more than three hours.”

Kurt sighed loudly, making a face like he'd been asked to take out the trash during the best scene of his favorite movie. “Ugh, really, that's asking a lot, you know that, don't you? But, fine, I'll think about it.” He was about to lean in for another kiss when Rachel dropped into the chair next to him.

“Why aren't you two dancing?” She asked, pushing a strand of hair out of her face. “This is your wedding. And here you sit like a sixty-year old married couple.”

“Oh my god, we have been up on that dance floor for at least an hour already,” Kurt answered, rolling his eyes at her. “Just let us take a little break. Please.”

“She's right, though.” Blaine nodded, playing with Kurt's fingers on the table. “We should be dancing. It's our wedding, Kurt. How often do you get to dance at your own wedding?”

Kurt shrugged, eyes locked with Blaine's. He just couldn't stop smiling. “I was kind of hoping that this was my only opportunity of doing that,” he answered.

“Same here.” Blaine sighed, running a hand over his face like he was close to collapsing with exhaustion. “All of this planning is just so much work. I'm never doing that again.”

“Oh god no,” Kurt agreed. “Well, but there goes my beautiful plan of leaving you tomorrow for someone cuter and richer. Oh well,” he said, trying his best to look resigned despite the huge smile on his face “I guess we'll just have to learn to live with each other, then.”

“I guess so. However will me manage?” Blaine shook his head slowly, the effect of his attempt at seriousness a little ruined by the way the corners of his mouth kept twitching upwards.

“You know what?” Rachel chirped in. “If the two of you ever leave each other I'm fully prepared to give up my Broadway career and become a truck driver. With flannel shirts and a secret second family in Canada and everything.”

Kurt and Blaine turned in their seats, looking at her blankly at which Rachel only laughed, rolling her eyes at them. “Because it will never happen,” she explained.

Blaine looked incredibly touched at that, Kurt felt a wave of affection and gratitude for his friend who had, after all, played an important part in the beginning of everything that Blaine and he had now. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, voice soft. “That's... incredibly sweet of you.”

“So, are you going to dance with me now, or what?” Blaine asked, sitting up again with a renewed gleam in his eyes. “I really want to show you off to all of my friends.”

Kurt cleared his throat. “Honey, I think you already got that covered when we went through this entire ceremony earlier. You know, the one where you promised to love me forever and ever? You remember that? I was the guy in the suit standing next to you and holding your hand?”

“Well, yes I do, but they might have forgotten,” Blaine explained. “Can't hurt to remind them. Plus, we are being a little boring right now, I suppose

“Well, my feet hurt,” Kurt complained. “And Finn's on the dance floor, I'm afraid we'll get injured.”

“Hey!” Rachel punched his shoulder. “He's not that bad. Well,” she added, casting a quick look over to her boyfriend who was either dancing by himself or very impressively pretending to be a human helicopter. “He's a little out of practice, I guess, but... oh, whatever.”

“Who's out of practice?” Jesse dropped into the chair next to Rachel, eyes hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses.

“Will you take those off already?” Kurt asked. “It looks ridiculous. And we're indoors.”

“I don't want to be recognized,” Jesse explained for the hundredth time. “I'm here to celebrate with my friends, not to hand out autographs to the adoring masses.”

“Jesse.” Blaine's voice was soft and calming, like he was speaking to a little child. “All the people in this room are our friends, and therefore your friends as well— ”

“—Because you are still doing your best to worm your way into every aspect of our lives, seriously, you're just always there,” Kurt interrupted.

“So they have all seen you before and we promise you can take those off without being harassed in any way.”

“What about—”

“There will be no one fainting over recognizing you either.” Kurt held up a hand, cutting off Jesse's protests before he had a chance to really get started. “They will behave and there will be no fainting whatsoever. We promise.”

“Oh, fine.” Jesse dropped the glasses onto the table, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light. “For you, I will risk it. By the way, did you get my gift?”

“The free tickets to the opening night of your show?” Kurt rubbed his leg where Blaine had just kicked him, ignored the whispered be nice his husband of a few hours hissed into his ear. “Yes, we did. That's so—” he cast a sidelong glance at Blaine, melting a little at the silent plea in those tender eyes. Okay, if it was so important to Blaine, he'd even be nice to Jesse today, “thoughtful of you.”

“Yes, thank you,” Blaine added. “We can't wait to see it.”

“Just...” Jesse looked around before leaning across the table conspiratorially. “Don't tell anyone or they'll all want free tickets. I got those just for you. That's why I also got you the blender. It's a cover, in case anyone asks what I gave you. You never know who's working for the press or mentions something to the wrong people...”

“Really, thank you so much,” Blaine repeated, cutting Jesse off at seeing the way Kurt's ears started turning red from holding back replies. “We appreciate it.”

“I suddenly do feel like dancing again,” Kurt decided, tugging on Blaine's hand. “Care to join me?”

“Like you even need to ask.” Blaine's grin was so bright, Kurt felt his heart flip over in his chest, even after all these years.

He got up from his chair, only to suddenly find himself face to face with Ted. “Kurt, hey.”

“Oh, hi, Ted.” He accepted the offered hug, waited until Blaine and Ted had greeted each other as well. “Thank you so much for coming today.”

“I wouldn't have missed it.” Ted laughed, patting Kurt on the back. “Remember when we broke up? I told you I'd be there when you and Blaine got married. You called me crazy.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows, taking a step closer to Ted and looking very interested. “Tell me more about that,” he said. “My husband said getting married to me was a crazy idea?”

“Well, he needs a while sometimes.” Ted sighed dramatically. “At least he figured it out eventually. Everyone else knew ten years before either of you did, seriously.”

“It did take him a rather long time, didn't it?” Blaine agreed. “I think maybe you and I should talk some time, I get the feeling that you could tell me some interesting stories.”

“Oh god, would you stop?” Kurt hid his face behind his hands, blushing slightly. “We all know I was the oblivious one here. Get over it. I did marry you, after all.”

“Only three hours ago. It could have been a year and three hours ago if you had listened to your friends,” Blaine pointed out.

“Oh my god, really?”

“Just saying.” Blaine shrugged. “I'm not complaining, you know, the weather this year is definitely better than it was last July, but—”

“Shut up.” Kurt silenced him with a kiss, threading his fingers through Blaine's and leading him away to dance, weaving their way through the crowd of their friends. Rachel had rejoined Finn by now, holding his hands firmly—probably more aimed at keeping him from flailing them around wildly than because it was a comfortable dancing position. Luke was there, dancing with his current boyfriend, smiling at him as they walked past.

“Oh, hey, there's Patrick,” they heard Jesse calling in the background. “Hey, Patrick, hold up. There's something I wanted to talk to you about. It's because I'm writing my autobiography right now and I was wondering...”

“Is it weird that we invited all of our ex-boyfriends?” Kurt asked.

“All three of them.” Blaine laughed. “Ted, Luke, Patrick... Hey, two thirds of them are actually yours. You and your reckless past, all those boys while I was waiting patiently for you to notice me... Oh my god. What did I marry?”

Kurt spun him around, pulling him to his chest to begin slow-dancing.

“Do I really need to apologize for that again?” Kurt asked, burying his face in Blaine's curls. “Because I will, you know? As often as you need me to, for the rest of our lives.”

“I know, and you don't,” Blaine answered, voice soft. “It wasn't like I saw it much sooner. I'm just kidding, you know that. Just the obligatory 'our ex-boyfriends are dancing at our wedding' humor.”

“I didn't know that was a thing,” Kurt said, holding Blaine tighter so he could feel his laughter vibrating against his chest.

“I don't think it's weird that they're here, though,” Blaine continued. “It might be, if we weren't still friends with them. Then it would be really weird, actually.”

“Your thoughts are especially deep tonight.” Kurt laughed.

“Well, I might have had a drink or two earlier. It was a special occasion.”

“Really? What did you do today that was so special?” Kurt slid his arms down Blaine's back, shivering as Blaine pressed his lips to the side of his neck.

“I love that that's going to be a part of our days now too, you know?” Blaine asked. “That question. Hey, honey, I'm home, how was your day.”

“Blaine, that's been part of our lives for years.” Kurt grinned, his skin tingling with love and happiness and the promise of forever that they had finally made official in front of all of their friends. “But yes, I know what you mean.”

“I love you.”

Kurt nodded, resting his face against Blaine's, his breath against his lips like a series of the softest and most tender kisses. “I love you too.”

They kept dancing with their arms tight around each other for the rest of the song, more swaying to the music than anything else. It was still overwhelming, Kurt thought. There had been a time when he hadn't believed he'd ever find someone he truly wanted to be with, or who would want to be with him this way, this much.

And today, he had married his best friend and the love of his life, the most wonderful person he'd ever met who happened to love him back with such intensity Kurt could feel it in his very bones. It was overwhelming. It was more than he had ever expected to have or had ever believed to deserve and he had never been one to think of himself as undeserving. Still... with everything he had achieved, everything he had gained, Blaine was still what surprised him the most. He just couldn't get over the feeling of loving so completely, so unconditionally and knowing that the feeling was returned in equal measure.

The music stopped and they both looked up, seeing Rachel climb up onto the stage and commandeer the microphone. “I know you all want me to sing now, but there's a little something left on the agenda before we come to the fun part of the evening,” she announced. “I know most of you know Kurt and Blaine pretty well, or else you wouldn't be here. And we are all here today to celebrate these two, who, let's face it, are so ridiculously and sickeningly cute together, none of us will ever really have the chance to compete with that. And I know we've all made our fair share of jokes about it throughout the years, but, guys?” She looked at them directly at those words, a kind, affectionate smile on her face. “You do know we only joke about it because we're jealous, right?”

Blaine curled into Kurt's side and Kurt caught his father's eyes across the room, his heart warming at the happy, approving smile he saw there.

“Anyway. Today, we're here to show them how happy we are for them. Those two are the proof we all need sometimes that happy endings are, in fact, possible. That's why I, in my capacity as one of the best men,” she nodded to David, Blaine's best man, who was waiting by the side of the stage for his turn, “would like to tell you the story of how they met and how they just didn't get it right for over a year. To remind you all that while they have progressed in record time to that matching-ties, holding the door for each other stage that you usually only see with couples over seventy or in really bad movies, they have had quite a journey getting there.”

Kurt shook his head, hand finding Blaine's. “I knew I'd regret asking her to be my best man. I should have asked Finn.”

Blaine leaned up, kissing him softly. “Come on, it sounds like a good story. And I already know the ending. I don't want to give away too much, but I think you'll like it.”

“Oh, I definitely will.” Kurt reached for Blaine's face, holding it between both hands as he kissed him back, a long, slow kiss that promised a lot of the same and more for later that night. “I have a feeling that it's the kind of ending I've always dreamed of.”

“Okay,” Rachel started. “So, Kurt and Blaine grew up only two hours apart, but never met until the day they both left for college in New York... I mean, what are the odds of that?”

The end