Years later, after Kurt finished college and after Blaine left the university, the two lay curled together in their marital bed. "These past few years have been kind of crazy." Blaine commented absently as he pulled his husband closer. Kurt hummed in agreement. It was a long journey, but things were finally looking up.

Blaine thought back to the night he proposed. He was a nervous wreck. Kurt, who was supposed to graduate college that night, didn't help the professor's nerves. Blaine understood though. Most people only graduated college once. It was a big deal.

Once Kurt was calm, Blaine joined his boyfriend's family and his own parents in the audience. He fidgeted in his seat as the ceremony began. He then proceeded to fidget through the proceedings. He had a question to ask his boyfriend after the ceremony and he needed things to work out perfectly. "You okay?" Burt whispered as the graduation droned on. Blaine nodded, but his actions spoke a different language. Every few minutes, he slid his hand into his pocket to make sure the box containing his ring was still there. Thankfully, it was. "Yeah, sure. Calm down, kid. Things are going to work out well. Keep calm."

Again, Blaine nodded. He would calm down once the graduation and his proposal were said and done. "Kurt Hummel." The speaker called a while later. As Kurt strutted across the stage, his guests stood from their seats and cheered loudly. Blaine, who couldn't keep the smile from his face, clapped loudest. He was so proud of his boyfriend, hopefully soon to be fiancé.

Once the ceremony was over, Blaine made his way backstage. He found Kurt quickly. He was laughing and giggling with a few of his fellow design graduates. "....and she had jean shorts on. Honestly, the only people that wear jean shorts between the ages of five and thirty are sluts and nerds." Blaine shook his head. As much as he loved his boyfriend, he couldn't believe the things that came out of his mouth sometimes.

The professor made his way through the throngs of people towards the young man. He looked more vibrant than he had in years. It was refreshing. "Kurt!" He shouted as he moved through the individuals. He got his boyfriend's attention instantly. He watched as the brunette searched the crowd trying to find him. Eventually, they made eye contact. In a moment, they were the only two people in the room.

Kurt jolted towards his boyfriend, leaving his friends at the drop of a dime. In that moment, Blaine made a decision.Sometimes, there's no time like the present.Just as Kurt reached him, Blaine fell to his knees and grabbed for his boyfriend's hand. "Baby. What are you doing?" Kurt whispered harshly, embarrassed that all eyes in the room were on him and his former professor.

Blaine smiled up at him. "I have no idea. I had this whole...thing worked out for tonight but...I can't. I can't wait that long."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked, more enthralled than before.

"I'm talking about us. You and me. All the sneaking around is finally over. We can visit each other at work and kiss in public now. We can do all of that and I just can't wait."

"Okay?" Kurt sounded confused. Honestly, Blaine wasn't surprised. "Now will you please get up?" He asked, still shooing people away from them.

"Not yet." Blaine instantly replied. "As happy as I am to be able to be with you in the ways you deserve, I'm a little let down."

Kurt's face slid into a pout. "Why are you let down?" He asked. He hated the thought of letting Blaine down.

"Because we're just boyfriends right now. I'd much rather kiss you in public and visit you at work as your husband, not as your boyfriend." Slowly, Blaine slid his hand into his blazer pocket and pulled out the tiny, black velvet box that he bought weeks before. Their families would be disappointed the proposal hadn't involved all of them as originally planned, but Blaine didn't care. It was about them, not their families.They'll get over it.

"Kurt Hummel," He began as he slid the lid of the box open, "will you allow me to visit your job as your husband? Will you kiss me in public as your husband? Can I be your husband?"

The graduate nodded eagerly. "Of course!" He shouted, no longer concerned with by their audience. Blaine slid the band onto his fiancés finger before climbing to his feet and pulling the man into a warm embrace. It was one of the happiest nights of his life.

Their wedding night was far crazier than the night of their engagement. A year after they agreed to be joined as one, and a few weeks before they were set to move into a modest apartment in New York City, they returned to Ohio to get married. The evening of the wedding, Kurt was in a frenzy. Things that looked amazing in Blaine's eyes looked a mess in Kurt's. Every other word out of his mouth was 'fuck' and every chance he got, he was scowling. Then, he disappeared.

"Has anyone seen Kurt? The wedding starts at midnight and no one can find Kurt." Burt shouted as he fixed his tie. Blaine stopped in his tracks on his way from the park bathroom. A few weeks of looking for a venue took them to a tiny park in Ohio that would let them get married in the middle of the night. For some reason, the idea was appealing.

"What do you mean you can't find Kurt? You guys said he was fine." Blaine shouted. Heads turned as his voice rose. "Who saw him last? Where was the last place he was seen? Someone...please!" He begged. The attendees shrugged. No one knew where his fiancé was.

Blaine searched the park frantically. He ran through the sandbox and through the swings. Kurt was nowhere to be found. Just as Blaine dashed past the basketball courts, he heard something; shouting. "No! Stay away from him!" Selective hearing reared its head and Blaine halted in his tracks. He knew that voice.

Quickly, he dashed through the park towards the voice. As he neared it, he heard another; one he'd never heard before. "Don't be like that, Kurt. I just want to see him." It was a woman.

"No! You're not going to do to him what you did to me!" Blaine heard his boyfriend shout.Who is he talking to?He asked himself as he neared the scene.

"You're just mad because I never came back for you." Blaine stopped in his tracks momentarily.Oh no.He hoped it wasn't so. He hoped against hope that it wasn't who he thought it was. "I'm still his mother, Kurt." It was. In an instant, Blaine was across the park and nearing the scene. Standing across from Tyler, who was standing behind Kurt, was an older woman. In the park lights, Blaine could see the resemblance between the three. Kurt and Tyler were spitting images of the woman.

"Hey!" He shouted as he jogged over. All three heads turned; each wore a different expression. While the woman looked uncomfortable, Tyler looked scared, and Kurt wore an expression that he couldn't quite name. "What's going on here?"

"Mind your business, midget." The woman shouted back. Ignoring her, Blaine made his way towards his fiancé and his soon to be brother-in-law.

"No, ma'am. I can't do that. From the sounds of things, this situation isn't a pleasant one and I'm not letting my soon-to-be husband deal with this alone." The woman sneered at him before turning her attention back to the boys.

"Why are you here?" Kurt asked.

"I wanted to see my son. I miss him!" She advised. To Blaine's surprise, Kurt showed no emotion. Given his history and the nature of the situation, Blaine couldn't say he'd react the same. The woman was cold and harsh in ways that neither his own mother, nor Carole ever acted.No wonder Kurt went through so much. She's a cold, hard bitch.

"I don't miss you." Tyler shouted from behind his brother's back.

"You see, Susan. He doesn't want to see you. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got to get ready for the wedding. Have a good evening." Without another word, Kurt turned to his brother and began to lead him away from the scene. Susan stopped them with a single sentence.

"Kurt, I missed you as well." It was a feeble attempt if Blaine ever saw one.

Shooing his brother back towards the growing group of onlookers, Kurt turned to the woman. "No you didn't. You don't miss people. You use people. Unfortunately for you, things didn't go as planned and you used men fertile enough to get you pregnant. Luckily for us though, my dad is amazing and so is his new wife. Carole is more of a mother to us than you ever were. She loves us, takes care of us, and makes sure that we have the things that we need to lead meaningful lives. Don't take that from us; especially not him. I will make your life hell if you do to Tyler what you did to me. He doesn't deserve that."

Susan looked towards her feet. There was an air of regret etched across her face. "I'm sorry, Kurt."

"No you're not." The groom snapped. "You don't know the meaning of sorry. You turned me into a mess of a person and you had Tyler so lost that he refused to speak to people unless you weren't around. You're not sorry for any of that. If anything, you need something." The way Susan tensed at the sentence, the grooms knew Kurt was spot on. "What is it, Susan? What do you need?"

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. "Money..I...I found out that I'm sick a few months ago and....I need money."

"What? Henry didn't give you enough money when you dropped me off at his doorstep?"

"Ummm..."

"I'm so sorry for your unfortunate finances and I'm truly sorry about your illness. I'm not sorry to turn you down though. You see, the difference between you and I is the fact that I know what the word sorry means. Unfortunately, you're not getting a dime from us, so you should leave." Kurt's words left no room for discussion. Without a single attempt at redemption or explanation, Susan turned and began to walk away. Kurt and Blaine watched her climb into a beaten up car and drive away. Both men hoped they would never see her again.

Once she was gone, Blaine spoke. "Kurt. I know that had to be hard for you and....I....I think I'll call Dr. Wilde when we get back to Chicago. I know we haven't had any counseling in a while but...maybe we should. After tonight...we..."

The professor was cut off by the feeling of his fiancés lips against his one. When they pulled apart, he was greeted by the warm smile on Kurt's face. "Stop, Blaine. I'm fine. Unlike before, she doesn't run my life anymore. I don't lay up at night and wonder why she never loved me anymore. Instead, I fall asleep knowing that there are people in my life that do love me."

Blaine couldn't stop his own smile from stretching between his two ears. "Really?"

"Really. Now, if I'm not mistaken, I was supposed to marry you at midnight. It's now," He took a moment to check his watch, "12:30. We're 30 minutes later for our own wedding; which is officially distasteful. Let's go get married before people start talking about us behind our backs."

Blaine smiled and nodded. "We wouldn't want that."

"Absolutely not."

Kurt took a job as a costume designer for an off Broadway playhouse –a perfect mixture of his love for theater and clothing- weeks after they arrived in New York. Blaine on the other hand tried a different lot in life.

He thought about the night he came home to their modest apartment with unexpected news for his husband. "Babe!" He shouted as he entered the house. A moment later, his husband's head popped through the kitchen doorway.

"Right here." He shouted back. Blaine promptly made his way to the kitchen and plopped his briefcase down. After months of searching for a job in the city, Blaine decided to take another path. He decided to do something that he truly wanted to do.

"Guess what?"

"What?" Kurt asked. He never actually guessed.

"Someone is looking at the new Assistant Principal at La Guardia Arts High School." Kurt squealed. With the way their relationship began, Blaine wasn't comfortable teaching college anymore. He also wanted to try his hand at a different career in the education field. With a resume a mile long and a killer recommendation from Dean Richard Prichard, he was able to land a job as an administrator at a local high school. He was ecstatic.

Apparently, so was Kurt. The young man leapt towards his husband and planted a kiss on his lips. "I'm so excited. You've wanted this for so long." Blaine couldn't help but nod. He had. He was going to work with creative students in a building environment. In truth, that had long been his dream. He loved being a professor in a college setting, but college students seemed so set in their ways. They already had an idea of where they wanted to take their lives so it was difficult to present new and exciting ideas about the way things worked to them. High school was different.

High school level students were trying to find themselves. Blaine wanted to be the one to help them. He wanted to be the person they turned to when they had an issue or a question. He wanted to be the person they went to when they needed to discuss their options. They were young minds that needed to be molded and he was getting the opportunity to assist them.I can't wait.

"Well, I think we should celebrate your new job, baby. We'll bust open a bottle of champagne and have a nice dinner. Then, we can get to some celebrating."

The elder hummed. "I could go for some celebrating." He purred as he captured his husband's lips again.

"I bet you could, Mr. Assistant Principal."

"Mmm...I like the sound of that."

"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked as he rolled over in his husband's arms. They'd been celebrating for hours and they were both exhausted.

Blaine pulled his husband closer and nuzzled his face into his shoulder. "Nothing much; just that we've had some crazy nights together."

Kurt smiled and thought of each. He ran the gauntlet from the night he discovered that the guy he was crushing on was his college professor, through the night that he found out that Blaine was his client, all the way up to that night; the night they spent celebrating his husband's new job. "We have had some crazy nights. You know what they say though, crazy things happen in the heat of the night."

Blaine smiled and kissed his husband's forehead. "That's true. Crazy things do happen in the heat of the night."