The last couple of weeks before the wedding were the busiest: writing the invitations, choosing the wedding suits, choosing maids/men of honor, choosing the flowers and the cake, picking the music and choosing the perfect church and venue for the whole thing to happen. Blaine insisted having a piano and lots of space for a buffet in the venue so that narrowed down the choices.

Kurt remembered the conversation about it like they had it yesterday.

They had been bickering about the venue the whole week, Kurt had even asked Rachels help for gods sake! Or the venue was too small, too big, too boring or too much... uh well, disco. And then when they finally found the perfect venue, Blaine had started talking about the buffet. Yes, Kurt loved Blaine more than anything but he had almost exploded when Blaine kept on babbling about having a buffet.

But Kurt! Think of all the food we could get! We could have all kinds of salads and chicken and other stuff! Think of the possibilities, Kurt! And I know you want baby cupcakes at our wedding so we can have that too! Blaine had exclaimed while walking down 5th Avenue. Kurt had rolled his eyes but had to admit Blaine was right, he really wanted baby cupcakes.

Okay, you got me, Kurt had said a tiny bit annoyed while taking Blaines hand, I do want baby cupcakes at the wedding... Ill think about the buffet, kay?

Thank you, thank you, thank you! Blaine had pecked Kurts cheek every two words. He sighed happily. This is going to be great!

Kurt had never seen Blaine this happy and excited before in his entire life! He had been smiling from ear to ear and his eyes got squinty, like they always did when he smiled. Blaine had almost skipped down the street, whistling a cheery tune with Kurt walking right behind him.

Kurt couldnt agree with him more. Their wedding day was going to be the best day of their lives!

So while keeping that conversation in mind Kurt wrote the address of the last invitee on the envelope. Finally, he breathed out. He insisted on hand-writing every single one of the invitations because he told Blaine that "hand-writing the invitations yourself gives it the personal and finishing touch". He got up, stretched his back which hurt from sitting hunched over the table for almost 6 hours and walked over to the kitchen.

Honey, I think I finished all the invitations. Do you want to check if I had everyone on your list? Just to make sure I havent missed someone, Kurt entered the kitchen to see the back of his fiancé turned to him.

Blaine was making dinner and was humming a tune Kurt knew all too well, Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. Of course, it was their song. He didnt know if Blaine even heard him come in but he leaned against the wall and watched his fiancé move around the kitchen. Every now and then Blaine sang a little louder and did a little dance move while trying not to get into the song too much. Kurt smiled when he recognized the smell of homemade lasagna, his favorite since Blaine first made it for him a couple of weeks ago. Until then, he never knew Blaine could cook so well.

He stepped closer to the stove as quiet as he could after Blaine put the lasagna in the oven and loved the surprised little squeal he got from the smaller man when he put his hands on Blaines hips.

Mmm, Blaine hummed as he felt Kurts strong arms slipping around his waist, Hi there. Finished writing the invitations?

Yup, finally. My back hurts and Im starving, Kurt said with his head on Blaines shoulder.

Ive just put the lasagna in the oven so dinner should be ready in about thirty or forty minutes. Do you want me to give you a back rub tonight?

Yes please? He kissed the spot behind Blaines ear. He smiled when he heard Blaine giggle. God, why did Blaine sound so adorable when he did that?

Hey, I asked you this earlier and I guess youre too busy cooking but do you want to check the invitations? I want to make sure I got everyone.

Um, I guess not? Im sure you got everyone, babe. Do you have one for my parents and Coop?

Yeah, written in my nicest handwriting, he kissed the back of Blaines neck, Just for them.

Oh Ku-urt, Blaine whined when Kurts lips left his neck. He didnt even hear the last part of the sentence. You know thats my weak spot.

Mhmm, why do you think I love kissing you there? Kurt asked with a smug smile on his lips and then placed them back on Blaines neck. He could swear he felt a shiver going down Blaines spine when he sucked on the spot his neck and back come together.

You are such a tease, mister Kurt Hummel, Blaine turned around in his fiancés arms and pecked Kurts nose, Or should I say "mister Kurt Hummel-Anderson? He cocked his head to the side and watched Kurt pursing his lips. Like he had to think about that!

You know, that sounds pretty good. Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Or Kurt Anderson-Hummel! Oh I like that one too! He smiled at Blaine, who was smiling right back at him and Kurt thought it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. What? he asked confused when Blaine kept smiling at him like that for a while.

Nothing. Its just... Blaine put his hand on top of Kurts heart and sighed happily when he felt it beat under the palm of his hand.

What?

Blaine looked into Kurts eyes and got lost in them. He was mesmerized by them since the moment he first looked into them. Light blue eyes that were filled with confusion when they saw everyone rushing down the stairs for the Warblers performance for the first time. Light blue eyes that had a sparkle in them whenever they looked at Blaine. Light blue eyes you could drown in.

Its just that I dont know why the hell I deserve such a wonderful, gorgeous, smart, creative... he paused for a second and then asked: Should I go on? Because its a pretty long list.

Kurt laughed and shook his head. Kurts laugh was the only thing Blaine ever wanted to hear for the rest of his life. No, no need for you to go on, he pulled Blaine closer to him so that their bodies almost melted together and heard a little gasp coming from the smaller man. Im just wondering why I deserve such a beautiful, cute, smart, kind-hearted... He paused and looked into his fiancés eyes and asked: Do I need to go on?

Blaine nodded. Um, yes please. Keep on praising me, I like being praised

I already knew that, Kurt said with a wink, Where was I with the praising?

You stopped at kind-hearted. Which I can totally agree with by the way, Blaine said amused.

Oh yeah, okay, right. So, youre kind-hearted, musical, dancey, adorable, tiny... He paused again and smiled at the way Blaine pouted at the word "tiny". And a dork, he added at the end.

Blaine pouted again and tore his gaze away from Kurts and looked at the floor instead, like a puppy who being yelled at by its owner. Kurt thought Blaine looked adorable like this, as always. Im not tiny, he said in a slightly defeated tone, but you may be correct about the "dork"-thing.

Kurt laughed and lifted Blaines chin with his index finger so he had to look at him instead of the wooden floor of the apartment. You are my tiny dorky fiancé so Im allowed to say that, he leaned his head closer to Blaines so that their foreheads touched, And I love you so much, honey. I simply cannot live without you.

Kurt and Blaine both already noticed they became even more romantic than before they got their own place. They would tell each other how much they love each other multiple times a day which drove Santana crazy. Rachel didnt mind, she would just look at both of them and say: Aw you guys are so cute! I swear, you two are forever!. Rachel changed a lot after Finns death, she now had eyes for the love other people had for each other while when Finn was still alive it was only them. But now she was alone.

After Kurt and Blaine got the place, everything changed. They didnt have to whisper or mouth "I love you" anymore now that they were alone all the time. They didnt have to sneak to the kitchen or bedroom to kiss or hug anymore. And when the boys were both at home, they couldnt keep their hands off of each other: cuddling when they were watching movies, holding each other when they fell asleep on the couch together, holding each others hand while eating dinner... And while some people would think it became sappy, they simply thought it was their way of expressing their love.

Blaine pulled back a bit and looked right into Kurts eyes. I love you too, babe. Since the moment you said "excuse me" on the stairs at Dalton my heart already knew that I love you. Ive done stupid things, I know and I regret every single one of them. Ive hurt you. A lot now that I think about it and yet, youre still here with me. And you forgave me even though I didnt think you would. I just love you so badly that I dont ever want to let you go again and I wont ever do stupid things aga... He was silenced by soft lips touching his and only now he began to realize there were tears prickling in his eyes.

They stayed like that for a moment, just the two of them in their apartment. They searched for a new place right after Blaine proposed and found a small but cosy apartment in Bushwick, close to Rachel and Santanas. They loved living with the girls but they needed their space. Their place. Plus, Blaine loved to watch Kurt get all excited because he got to decorate the place with all kinds of flowers and vintage furniture. Blaine didnt even care how the apartment looked, as long as hes with Kurt everythings perfect!

Blaine didnt even know why he was crying. He closed his eyes and felt the warm, salty tears rolling down his cheeks. He could even taste them when they reached his lips when they kissed.

I know you wont do any stupid things again, you emotional dork, Kurt said lovingly when they broke the kiss. He wiped Blaines tears away with the pad of his thumb and pecked his nose, just like Blaine had done to him before.

Blaine huffed out a laugh and shrugged. At least Im your emotional dork. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and held him tight. He buried his face in the crook of Kurts neck. Im never letting you go, he whispered.

Kurt shivered when Blaines breath ghosted over his neck. And Im never letting you go.

They got lost in the moment and each others embrace before Kurt got back to their earlier conversation.

So, you really dont want to check the invites?

Blaine didnt move. He just inhaled Kurts scent, hummed when he smelled vanilla, a tiny bit of roses and Kurt and breathed out: Invites?

Yeah, you know? The ones to our wedding. Ill blame you if we get an angry call from your Nana Nelly because she didnt get an invitation!

Granny Nelly can get angry sometimes... I should check them, should I?

Maybe, yeah.

Blaine reluctantly stepped out of the embrace and let out a dramatic sigh. Kurt laughed and when Blaine heard it, he smiled and grabbed Kurts hand and then leaded him to the dining room. The invites were scattered all over the entire length of the wooden dining table, some even fell off and were now laying on some of the chairs.

The invites were quite simple: white cards with the words "You are kindly invited to Kurt Hummel and Blaine Andersons wedding on August 14th 2014" written in silver ink in the middle of the card. The address of the venue, contact info of both Kurt and Blaine and other important information was written on the bottom of the card in black ink. And because of Blaines constant nagging about "I want something on the card, something special" but he couldnt figure out what to put on it, Kurt put a simple black bowtie at the top of the card which was much to Blaines surprise and amusement.

We have that much invites? Blaine asked in a high, surprised voice. His eyebrows were raised so high they almost disappeared in the few loose curls that fell on his forehead.

We? Honey, this is your part of the invites. My part is on the coffee table.

Blaine tore his gaze away from the with invites covered dining table and glanced over to the coffee table. A small stack of invites was laying on the right side of the table, next to a copy of the latest "Vogue" Kurt got the day before.

Oh god... Blaine breathed.

You tell me, I had to write all of your invites. All 139 of them, Blaine! Well, 117 actually because the old and new New Directions and some other people from McKinley were already on my list.

H-how many names were on your list?

58.

Oh god... Im sorry babe. You shouldve told me, then I got rid of some of the names on my list.

Kurt gave his fiancés hand a gentle squeeze. Its your wedding too, you know. I just invited the most important people like the New Directions, my family and some colleagues from "Vogue" because the other people all suck. Yes, my hand hurts a bit from all the writing but its worth it because apparently theyre people you want to share our special day with.

But I didnt even know I knew that many people! Kurt couldnt help but smirk at Blaines high pitched voice.

Lets get to work then! Kurt all but dragged Blaine to the nearest chair and pushed him down on it. Lets get it over with.

Blaine took the invite closest to him. They were already in the envelopes and Kurt had written the names and addresses of the invitees on the front of them, also with silver ink. The one Blaine had in his hands right now read "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson".

I really hope they can make it, Blaine said with a sad voice. His eyes lingered on the address of his parental house.

Who, honey? Kurt came over to stand behind Blaine and put his arms around his neck.

My parents, Blaine held up the envelope so that Kurt could see it better, And Coop, of course.

Kurt turned his head to kiss Blaines temple. Hey, they will come okay? Trust me, theyll come. They love you, youre their son and Coops your brother. He wouldnt want to miss his little brothers wedding!

Blaine huffed. Do you really believe what you just said? If they loved me, they wouldve been around and cared about me when I was younger. Which, guess what? They didnt! They were never there! He practically spat out the last words.

Kurt was taken aback by Blaines angry tone and removed his arms from Blaines neck. He walked over to the other side of the table and sat down on the chair across Blaines. Okay then, I was just trying to make you feel a bit better, not bitter.

Blaine looked up from the envelope to see his fiancés pained face. He put the envelope down and fiddled with his hands in his lap. Baby, Im sorry, I just dont believe theyll show up. I want to believe theyll come, believe me. I love and miss them but I think, no, I know they dont love and miss me back. And I... Tears were prickling in his eyes once again. He turned his face away from Kurt but he could feel it when Kurt crouched down next to him, unfolded his hands and held them.

Shhh. Honey, its okay. Its okay, Kurt cooed. Blaine still didnt want to look at him but Kurt could hear him sniffle and knew it was not okay. It was definitely not okay.

I-its n-not, K-kurtie. I-I cant d-do this w-without m-my parents. I-I need t-them. W-want them t-there, Blaine stuttered through sniffles and all but launched himself in Kurts arms and cried.

Kurt didnt even care about the hot, wet tears staining his new, pricy shirt. All he wanted was for Blaine to be happy and deep down inside Kurt hated Blaines parents for not caring about Blaine. He was their son, for Gods sake! Parents need to be there for their children, not leave them behind! At that moment, Kurt promised himself he would do anything to make Blaine feel as loved and cared about as Kurt was when he was younger.

They were now sitting next to the table, Blaine practically sitting in Kurts lap. He was still crying and he put his head on Kurts chest. He held on to him so tight that he thought Kurt was going to have finger-shaped bruises on his back afterwards but he didnt want to let go of him either. He could hear Kurts heartbeat which calmed him a little bit. He always slept with his head on Kurts chest because when he heard his heartbeat, he knew Kurt was there. He felt it, heard it, knew it because of the heartbeat: Kurt wasnt going to leave him.

I know, baby, I know. I want them to be there for you too. I want to meet the people who gave me this beautiful person Im holding in my arms right now. And I am going to meet them because this is going to be the biggest wedding theyll ever come across and they wouldnt want to miss it. Well, except from Lady Gagas if she ever gets married because we all know shell have the biggest wedding in the history of weddings.

Blaine sniffed and laughed a small, sad laugh which broke Kurts heart every time he heard it and he had heard it enough times before. But, it was a laugh and Kurt had to focus on that.

You really believe that, do you?

What? About your family or Lady Gagas wedding? Because I do believe both and you should too.

Blaine nodded and his cheek brushed against Kurts shirt. Kurts hand found its way to Blaines loose curls and started scratching his scalp lightly. A content moan escaped Blaines throat. At least I still have you, Kurtie. I honestly dont know what I would be without you.

Miserable? Hopeless? Single? Not engaged? Kurt looked down at Blaine curled up in his lap.

Mhmm, probably, Blaine looked up and saw the sparkle in his fiancés eyes, Sorry I yelled at you earlier.

Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine sweetly on the lips. Dont apologize for missing your parents, honey, he hugged Blaine a little tighter and joined their hands together, They shouldve been there for you in the first place.

Maybe they werent there because they thought I wasnt worth it? I mean, Coopers kind of famous and... He paused and looked down at their hands.

And...?

Not-gay.

Oh Blaine, Kurt leaned down and pressed a kiss to Blaines curls on top of his head, You are so worth it! Look, Coopers "fame" or your sexuality has nothing to do with all of this. You are perfect just the way you are. Now, can you drop the "Im not good enough"-speech? You are good enough for me and thats enough! Thats all that matters now. Your parents just made a foolish mistake by not caring about you, okay?

Blaine swallowed his tears and took a deep breath but his voice still sounded watery when he whispered: Okay.

Kurt felt tears springing in his eyes. How can they do this to you? I can see what its doing to you and to be honest Blaine, it hurts me inside, he whispered, It hurts me to see the love of my life cry and knowing its their fault just makes me want to kick their asses!

You dont have to do that, honey.

Oh, but I want to! So much! He squeezed Blaines shoulder slightly, blinked his tears away and took a deep breath, trying not to sound too angry about Blaines parents. Ill never let you down.

I know.

Kurt squeezed Blaines hand and shifted his weight, trying to get Blaine to get off his lap. Without any success.

What are you doing? Blaine asked without even thinking of moving.

Trying to get up so that we can check the invitations, Kurt tapped Blaines knee, Come on, get up honey.

Mmm, just a bit longer, kay? Blaine buried his face in the crook of Kurts neck and kissed his pulse point.

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. Damn you, Blaine and your cuddles! Five more minutes, okay? My ass already hurts a bit from sitting on this damned floor. I told you we shouldve gotten a rug!

Blaine laughed and Kurts heart skipped a beat, that was the laugh Kurt was waiting for. His sad, insecure Blaine was turning into his happy, dapper Blaine again.

Oh, Im sorry teddybear, Blaine sweetly kissed Kurt again, I just want to stay in your arms for as long as I can.

I know, you clingy thing! Kurt started rubbing Blaines back with his free hand and turned his head to kiss Blaines temple. Kurt didnt mind that Blaine was clingy though. To be honest, he loved it! Loved that Blaine couldnt stop kissing and cuddling him. He loved it when Blaine hugged him in his sleep, hugged him from behind when he was brushing his teeth or cooking dinner. Kurt let it all happen and that was also the reason Blaine started calling Kurt "teddybear".

They stayed on the floor for much longer than 5 minutes but Blaine didnt protest when Kurt wiggled out from under him. When Kurt was standing again, he extended his hand and pulled Blaine up easily when he grabbed it.

Oh shit, the oven! Blaine hurried to the kitchen after checking his watch and came out a minute or two later. Okay, were good! Dinners ready if you want.

I dont want to eat yet, honey. Come here.

Blaine sat back on his chair while Kurt was seated on the chair next to him. I thought you said you were starving?

Forget about dinner for a while, Kurt grabbed his fiancés hand and smiled at him fondly. This is going to be amazing, you and me! Just us, no Rachel, no Santana! He made a puke-face at Santanas name and then continued, Only you and me, no one else.

Mmm, Id like that, Blaine leaned closer to Kurt and kissed him on the lips. The kiss started off slow and lovely but quickly turned into dirty and sloppy. Blaines hand was on the back of Kurts neck immediately, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. When they still lived with the girls, they had to keep their kisses and hugs limited because if not, Santana would start saying things like "Ew, guys! Come on, I dont need to see two lovey-dovey gays every fucking day! It makes me want to puke!". But now they could easily go to their bedroom and fuck each other senseless whenever they want without being catcalled by Rachel and Santana sitting in the room next door.

Kurt and Blaine were both gasping for air when they broke the kiss. Oh god, Kurt, I...

Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Just kiss me again you fool!

Oka... Kurts lips were on Blaines again before he could even finish the word.

They kept on kissing and somehow got up, still tangled in their embrace. They found their way to the bedroom, they bumped into the coffee table once on their way there and Kurt was going to have an ugly bruise on his lower back because of the stupid doorknob but they made it. Their lips never parted, not even when Kurt pushed Blaine down on the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Blaines hands were splayed out over Kurts back and his lips were making their way down Kurts neck until he was pressing soft, open mouthed kisses onto Kurts collarbone. Kurts hand found its way to Blaines soft curls again and absentmindedly pulled at a strand of hair, making Blaine moan. Their hands were everywhere and their lips followed.

Mmm, Blaine, I want to kiss every single inch of your body, kiss you until you cant breath, have some sex and then fall asleep in your arms afterwards. Sounds good? Kurt asked and pressed a kiss to Blaines chest, right above his heart.

Sounds better than what I had in mind, Blaine answered, his hands roaming over Kurts naked upper body, I just wanted to have dinner and watch a movie but this sounds so much better.

I thought so too.

Kurt and Blaine fell asleep in each others arms after hours of kissing, cuddling and even a little bit of sex. They didnt even care about the invitations anymore.