The guests were seated in a clearing surrounded by purple wisteria bushes, their petals perfuming the air.

Lavender rose petals marked trails in the grass where the grooms would walk toward each other from opposite sides.

The delicate notes of a harpist friend from Nyada scored the wedding party taking their places. On Blaines side were Sam, Mercedes, and Cooper, on Kurts Rachel, an empty space where everyone agreed Finn belonged, then Elliot and Santana.

Kimberly, the Shuesters 4 year old daughter walked the center aisle with a basket of flowers beside her brother, the ring bearer. This was the cue that the two grooms would be approaching.

The harpist stopped playing and Artie took the microphone. He began to sing Ben Folds "The Luckiest."

"Its time. Im so proud of you Kurt, Blaine is a good man, just love each other more than you love anything else and youll be fine." Burt hugged his son and they began down the path.

From the opposite side Blaine straightened his jacket and turned to face his father. "Thats our cue. Thank you for doing this."

"The two of you are solid, this is right. Marriage isnt easy but you guys have a strong foundation. Lets go get you married."

Blaine held back tears as he hugged his father hard.

He saw Kurt first and shook his head smiling. His man looked like he stepped out of a magazine, model perfect in a suit that was nothing he expected.

When Kurt found Blaines eyes he immediately teared up. He forgot the music, the guests, the carefully measured steps and ran into his arms.

"No reservations." He breathed it into Blaines neck.

Blaine laughed and took Kurt by the hand, "Cmon, I know a shortcut." They ran together ignoring the path and skidding to a halt in front of the justice of the peace.

A few friends had been asked to choose readings to share during the ceremony. Neither groom had the slightest idea what to expect.

After the Justice of the Peace welcomed everyone and began the ceremony Brittany began her reading,

"Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog by Taylor Mali

On cold winter nights, love is warm.

It lies between you and lives and breathes

and makes funny noises.

Love can wake you up all hours of the night with its needs.

Love can give you a sense of security:

When you're walking down the street late at night

and you have a leash on love,

ain't no one gonna mess with you.

Love needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love does not like being left alone for long.

But come home and love is always happy to see you.

Love may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,

but you can never be mad at love for long.

Love leaves you little surprises here and there.

Love makes messes.

Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.

Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper

and swat love on the nose,

But then love gives you big kisses,

And you laugh at the little things.

Sometimes love just wants to play.

Running you around the block, leaving you panting.

It pulls you in several different directions at once,

or winds around and around you,

until you're all wound up and can't move.

And love brings you together.

People who have nothing in common but love

stop and talk and greet each other on the street.

Most importantly, love needs love, and lots of it.

And in return, love loves you and loves you and never stops."

Santana blew her a kiss and she returned to her seat.

When the time came for vows Blaine was to go first.

"I vow to treasure you for who you are every day of our lives, I vow to be beside you when the past is painful and the future uncertain. I may not always be able to light the darkness but I will never leave you to face it alone. I vow to never clip your wings but instead be a safe place to land when youve soared high above the world. I never want you to step aside to leave me in the spotlight. I promise to be patient, to do my best to give you space, to never be jealous when the world falls in love with you- its just a matter of time, and I vow to never take you for granted. Finally, I vow to make your life the enchanted fairy tale you deserve in every way possible."

Kurt wiped his eyes and took a deep breath before beginning.
"Id like to share something now from the Velveteen Rabbit, which my Mom used to read to me when I was little but feels right today:

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn't how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn't happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.

Blaine, I have not always been easy to love. I know I shut down at times that I should open up. I push when Im overwhelmed or scared but I want to thank you for never letting me push you away completely. I know my need for space sometimes makes you afraid I dont want to be close to you but the truth is I love you so much Ive been afraid to lose myself in you. I worked hard to be my own man, someone you could be proud to be with and now that I feel whole by myself I am a million percent ready to become one with you. Im not afraid to, as a friend put it, let today touch me. I am yours, completely and forever. I have never truly been anything else. Partially because you have loved me, really loved me, I have become. Today I get to marry my teenaged dream, and I know when were old, wrinkled, and loose in our joints I will still see my teenage dream when I look at you, but more than that I will see the other half of my heart and soul. I promise to listen, to compromise, and to show you how deeply I love you every day we have together."

Both were crying now, each wishing the ceremony were over so they could collapse into each other and kiss and cuddle and start their forever immediately. There was still more to be said however.

Quinn stood and began a reading she had chosen:

"Please face each other and take each other's hands, so that you may see the gift that they are to you."

The boys did as they were asked with eyes only for each other.
"These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever.

These are the hands that will work along side yours as together you build your future.

These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other.

These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief temporarily comes your way.

These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow and tears of joy.

These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children.

These are the hands that will give you support and encouragement to chase down your dreams.

These are the hands that will hold you tight as you struggle through difficult times.

These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.

These are the hands that will lift your chin and brush your cheek as they raise your face to look into eyes that are filled with overwhelming love for you.

And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch."

Blaine lifted their hands and brushed a kiss across Kurts knuckles. Kurt retrieved his hand and used the tip of his finger to sweep a tear from Blaines cheek. Each hugged Quinn and thanked her before she made her way back to her seat.

Sniffles filled the air as the rings were passed to the boys. Again Blaine was first to place the ring on his fianc�s finger.

"With this ring I pledge to love, honor and obey you as long as we both live." He slipped the ring onto Kurts finger.

They had discussed what to say at this point in the ceremony and both had agreed they liked the full commitment of the words love, honor and obey. Obey held controversy for some but to them it was a commitment to trust each other to never ask more than they were able to give, to always have each others best interest at heart.

Kurt had some difficulty getting the ring over Blaines knuckle but they laughed and pushed and on it went. "Got it a half size small so he cant slip it off for the hot barista at Starbucks" Kurt quipped.

They were pronounced married and given permission to seal their joining with a kiss. The kiss itself was tender and sweet. After walking the center aisle hand in hand the boys snuck off as the guests were lead into the great hall for wine and cheese.

They were supposed to be going to get their photos taken but Kurt tugged Blaine in a different direction. He retrieved two white roses tucked in the branch of a nearby tree and handed one to Blaine.

"Do you remember this spot?"

"How could I forget?" Blaine bent and placed the rose on the grass. Kurt did the same then the two stood wordlessly, fingers entwined looking at the place where so many years earlier they had together buried the tiny bird.