Hunter stood in front of the long mirror, shoulders pushed back and chin pointed upward. He brushed away a piece of invisible lint that had landed on his shoulder. Taking a shuddery breath, he flicked his eyes behind him, to where Keegan was sitting on the end of the bed, hunched over. The three of them-Hunter, Keegan, and Blaine-had been banished from the Hummel-Anderson home the night before, so that his husband-to-be could get his rest on the night before the wedding, and have the privacy required to ready himself for their big day. Thoughts were rushing through Hunters head, and while he was usually a very determined, focused individual, he couldnt cling to any of them. He was getting married in a number of hours, and the one person who could comfort him was the only person he had been forbidden from seeing.

Turning, with his undershirt unbuttoned, to the door, when Blaine pried the handle open, Hunter smelled the coffees hed gone down to the lobby to grab. Although his mouth was dry, Hunter felt nauseous at the thought of swallowing the hot beverage. Blaine, who was dressed similarly, in a pair of black pants, but with only his white dress shirt covering his chest, handed a coffee to Keegan, and then set the other two down, somehow understanding, from Hunters pained expression, that he didnt want to drink anything. "Take a deep breath." Blaine said reassuringly, before he even got to Hunter. "Dont sweat. I can assure you that my son wont want to dance with you if you have pit stains." He walked over to Hunter, who twisted back to the mirror and found his wide eyes staring back at him. Placing his muscular hands on Hunters shoulders, Blaine gave him a tender squeeze, "You look good, Hunter. Dont worry... every husband is scared stiff before his wedding. This is normal."

"Does this go away?" Hunters voice cracked, as if he was a pre-pubescent boy again. As Blaine reached his arms around him and buttoned his shirt, Hunter cast his eyes down to the floor. "How can I ever be a husband? I dont know what Im doing."

"Youll be a husband the way that every man is... clueless, but more loving with every day." Blaine hesitated at the middle of his chest, his brows lowering over his deep eyes, "You have a tattoo?"

"Itd be smart for you to overlook it." Hunter muttered sheepishly.

Blaine shrugged it off, "Alright, then." After he folded the collar of the shirt down, he grabbed the hem of it and tucked it into Hunters pants. Taking a step back, Blaine let Hunter have the mirror to himself, his broad shoulders stretching from one side of it to the other. Hunter looked up, seeing a well-groomed man standing only inches away from him. He mussed with his spiky hair. "How do you feel, Hunter?"

Hunter shook his head, "Very small... like Im taking on something too big for me to handle." He glanced over his shoulder, "What if Im not the man that Archer needs me to be?"

Leaving Hunter by the mirror, Blaine went over to the nightstand and picked up a single rose. It wasnt until he returned to Hunter that he spoke, "Hunter, you have nearly every fairytale memorized word for word, dont you? Ive never seen someone read them as avidly as you do... not even Kurt. Im going to ask you what would have happened if Cinderella hadnt gone to the ball? What if Beauty hadnt returned to the Beast? Or the queen hadnt guessed Rumpelstiltskins name? You cant live your life in fear. No more guessing games about what the future will be like, because, I promise you, youll never able to know until tomorrow is yesterday. Your past has nothing to do with what your future will be like. The decisions you make now will be the ones that make up your marriage." He slipped the rose into Hunters jacket pocket, and then extended his elbow to Hunter. "Hunter, Ive been a husband for nearly two decades, and I can tell you that youll never be completely ready."

Hunter hesitantly hooked his arm through Blaines, leaning heavily on his sturdy form, "I guess Im as ready as Ill ever be, then." Seeing that the two of them were preparing to leave, Keegan stood and shrugged into his black jacket, his attire matching Blaine and Hunters. Hunter sucked his lips in as Blaine led him over to the door. Having been left to his own devices for much of his childhood, Hunter had learned to fend for himself-to make his own meals, to dress himself, to crawl into his bed without a parent to tuck him in-while being blind, but now, at eighteen years old and with his vision intact, Hunter felt like he was deceiving everyone, including himself, with how much of a man he could actually be. The only thing he had going for him to launch him into adulthood, besides his marriage to his husband-to-be, was a pending book deal he had with a small publisher, which had taken a surprising interest in the story hed started writing during the spare time he had during the school play rehearsals. Walking out the door with his shoulder brushing Blaines, he took confidence in the certainty that Blaine seemed to feel about the forthcoming marriage-Blaine, who had done everything in his power to resist the fact that his son had fallen head over heels for a man who couldnt see his hand in front of his face, let alone his entire future.

In the basement of his home, Archer sat at the edge of his chair, watching his shaky reflection in the mirror. He chewed his lip as his pére stood behind him, humming quietly as he brushed out the tangles in Archers curly hair. Dressed in one of Hunters thick, black robes that swallowed his small body, Archer turned his head when the door creaked open. To his surprise, many of his family members had flown in-among them his Aunt Laurice, and his biological parents. Their presences meant more to him than he had realized they would. His aunt padded down the stairs with a glass of champagne in her hand, her long hair flowing down her back, and her slim body wrapped in a forest green dress. She gave him a reassuring smile, one that he halfheartedly returned.

"The backyard is filled." His aunt informed them, receiving a brief nod from his pére, who Archer admitted looked better than he did in his wedding attire. His pére was draped in a silver gown with flowing sleeves. Although his shoulders were bare, he wore a wide necklace, made from hundreds of diamonds. Ropes of faux pearls had been threaded through his coiffed hair. He looked classically beautiful, like he deserved to be the center of attention of the crowd that had gathered. "Your dad and brother-in-law have started to entertain them."

"Oh, dear." His pére touched his fingertips to his smiling lips. When a piece of hair fell into Archers face, he scooped it up and pinned it back. "Isnt he darling, Aunt Laurice? Hell be even more breathtaking than I was. His dark hair and deep eyes will be stunning against the white dress."

His aunt smiled, lowering onto the edge of the bed. "He certainly is. Hunter will have to beat away every man you encounter."

Archers eyes widened, "I hope not. That sounds like an awful lot of trouble."

His pére laughed, standing him up and peeling the robe from his shoulders. Left in his boxers, Archer folded his arms over his chest and blushed a deep red. Turning away, his pére picked up the dress, making Archer hold his arms up as he slid it over him. Archer wriggled until it fell into place, and then he examined himself in the mirror, viewing every side very critically. While his pére busied himself with adjusting the bodice, Archer grabbed his rear, "My butt looks huge under these skirts!"

"Dont worry, dear." His aunt, picking at her cuticle, said distractedly, "Hunter wont mind your big rump. No man would. Blaine is the only exception. Kurts not plump at all, but Blaine stares at his rear as if its the roundest one in the world-"

His pére gasped, spinning away from his aunt, "Aunt Laurice! You mustnt say things like that. Blaine does not ogle me... at least, not in public."

His aunt snorted, "He should keep a handkerchief with him, for all the drool that runs down his chin when you sway by him-"

"Thats gross." His pére pouted, lifting his chin when the door opened once more. He returned his attention to Archer when his eyes spotted his stepmom. Reaching over for the rose hairclip, he slipped it into Archers heavy hair. "Something blue." He pointed at the diamond bracelet that Blaine had given to his son before hed left the last night. The bracelet was three fingers wide, with tiny diamonds dangling off of it. "Something new. Your dress is something borrowed. Now, if only I could come up with something old."

Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, his grandma, who had opted for a pair of slacks and a jacket, and had said that she was leaving the dresses to be picked through by the skinnier people in the family, chuckled lowly, "Ive got something old for you right here."

His pére scrunched his face at her, "Carole, there is nothing old about you except for your sense of humor." Twisting around to Archer, he cupped his face in his hands, considering him through his squinted eyes. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pulled a metal chain from under the bodice of Archers dress. He held it in the palm of his hand, making Archer, who had become so used to the weight of the locket that hed forgotten it was there, raise his brows. "Something old. Your locket... of course."

Pinching the locket between his fingers, his pére gave it a funny smile, and popped it open. "Who would have ever thought that youd marry him?"

"You did." Archer put in, his voice wry, "I remember the comments you used to make to Daddy. You were determined to have me marry Hunter."

"Yes... but, then he was taken from us. I didnt think we would ever see him again." His pére softened his mouth, "Of all of the students at McKinley, you somehow found him again. You were drawn to each other. Well, at first you hated each other."

Archer shook his head, spinning toward the mirror and touching his sparkling bodice. The hem of it scratched his skin, and the way the fabric molded to him sucked his stomach in too tightly, but Archer had to admit that he felt beautiful in the dress that his pére had married in. "We never hated each other, Pére." Archer said softly, "Our interactions havent changed. If you remember, we used to provoke each other when we were children, too. Its the way that we express our love for each other. We both know that well only annoy each other into fits. I wouldnt change a thing about our relationship. I think that its perfect for both of us. Besides... if... if Hunter had never come back into our lives, I would have never married anyone else, Pére. Somehow, my heart knew it was him, even if my head wouldnt accept it."

His response drew grins onto all of their faces, and his pére dragged him into a gentle embrace, his long arms winding around him. "I love you, Archer." Feeling warm tears trickle into his hair, Archer looked up at his face, which was flushed in his cheeks, with his eyes rimmed in red. "Im sorry... Im just so happy that this day has come, and that youll be wed to the man that you were meant to be with, all along."

Archer hugged his pére tighter, nuzzling under his chin, as a door above them slammed. Both of their heads jerked up, and they heard the deep, gruff voices of their husband and fiancé. His grandma slid from the bed, extending her thick, withered hand to his aunt, "That must be the boys. I think that its time to start the wedding. Why dont you sit with me, Laurice?"

The two of them passed by his daddy on the stairs, patting his back as he carefully thudded down the steps. Archer gazed at his daddy, his eyes huge. Feeling his pére touch his face again, he snapped his eyes back over to him. "I have to go upstairs now. Ill be standing at the altar when you come up. Will you be okay?"

Archer nodded, even though he wasnt sure what part of him his pére was addressing-if his dress had settled comfortably, or if his nerves werent spiraling out of his control. Leaning down, his pére kissed his forehead, and then hurried away from him. His husband briefly snagged him around his waist, and they exchanged a look that meant a thousand words. Kissing his husbands parted lips, his pére scampered up the stairs, picking up his skirt as he went.

His daddy watched him until the last hint of his shining dress disappeared behind the door, and then he turned toward Archer, who bit his bottom lip. All at once, his golden eyes filled with tears, and he held a hand up to his mouth. Archer watched his throat move with a thick swallow. "I swore to myself that I wouldnt cry." His daddy whispered airily, his voice catching on the last word. "I havent seen that dress in years. You look beautiful, sweetheart."

Archer grabbed handfuls of his skirts, "Itll be okay, Daddy." He assured, "Im sure my marriage wont last long. Hunter will be begging for a divorce after the first week."

His daddy chuckled, coming closer to him and wrapping him in his muscular arms, "Not when you look this pretty, he wont. Make sure you dont give the poor guy that hard of a time. Go easy on him. You have Anderson blood in you. Were very difficult people to handle."

Laughing, Archer burrowed deeper into his broad chest, which smelled like his usual cologne. "Ill try my best, Daddy." He grabbed his daddys large hand, remembering when his entire hand was only as big as his thumb. Knowing that this would be the last day hed live under his daddys roof, Archer stepped closer to him. He wanted to spend these last few minutes that he had to be alone with his daddy as close to him as he could be. "Walk me up the aisle?"

His daddys lips twitched into a weepy smile, "As long as I get a dance with you." At Archers nod, he propped his elbow up, letting Archer drape his hand over it. "Lead the way, beautiful. Youre in charge now."

At those last words, which he never thought hed hear from his overprotective dad, he tossed himself into his arms once more, before he straightened up with a fidget. Taking a steadying breath, Archer stepped onto the first stair, his daddy trailing behind him. In a matter of a few seconds, Archer made it to the first floor, which had emptied out as their guests filled the backyard. Although his grandparents house was considerably larger, Archer had wanted to marry at his own home.

Tapping the hairclip to make sure it hadnt come loose, Archer approached the doorway. He squeezed his daddys arm much tighter. "Do you think that I can be a husband, Daddy?"

His daddys lips curved, "I think youll be the most unusual husband." That was the last statement he got in before he pushed the door open, revealing several rows of people who stood and turned around.

Blushing, Archer lowered his head to avoid the stares of his family members and their distant friends. He shuffled onto the long, white carpet, hesitantly raising his eyes and finding his biological parents smiling at him. He pressed closer to his daddy, who tilted his head down and kissed a lock of his hair. "Dont frown. Its your wedding day." He whispered, dragging his feet to a stop in front of the white altar, which was veiled in a blanket of daisies and green vines. One of the leaves scraped his forehead as he passed under it. Flicking his eyes over to Hunter, whose warm eyes smiled at him from behind his glasses, he felt his daddy nudge him over to his fiancé.

Embracing his in-law, Hunter muttered something in his ear. His daddy squeezed him closer, and then retreated to his husbands side. His pére fell against him, arms coiling around his neck as he laid his head on his chest. Archers eyes flitted to Hunters face. He pursed his lips when Hunter bent, pressing a warm kiss to his forehead. "I felt uneasy this morning. But now that I see you, I know that theres nothing to hide from."

Instantly forgetting his fears as Hunter wound his arms around his waist, Archer lifted his hands to his nape. "You werent supposed to be alive." He shook his head as he mulled over all of the happenings over the past two years, "But youre here. Youre well."

"And Im good looking. Lucky boy." Hunter winked, making Archer laugh softly. Abruptly becoming very solemn, Hunter pressed his forehead against Archers, "I couldnt even remember your name, but, when I was growing up without you, I wasnt living, Archer. Think what you want of me... My actions speak thousands of words, dont they? But, I promise you, that I love you with all of my heart. Now that I have you again, I wouldnt ever be able to lose you. I wouldnt be able to take it. Im yours, Archer. Do what you want with me... but, please, dont hurt me."

Archers eyes became wet, and a few tears soaked the ends of his lashes. As they batted against Hunters cheeks, they dampened his face. Hed never known that he could have such an impact on anyone. The idea of it jolted him from the safe haven hed made for himself, distanced from others. He shook his head, unable to come up with many words. "I love you, too." He choked, grabbing Hunters face as they smashed their lips together. He felt Hunter slide his ring onto his trembling hand, and he snatched Hunters from where he had hooked it onto his index finger. Without looking at what he was doing, he pushed Hunters ring onto his finger. Pulling out of the kiss with a harsh gasp, he stared up at his breathless husband, "Is this it?"

Hunter looked just as disoriented, but when the crowd exploded into applause, an uncertain grin pulled at his lips, creasing his cheeks with parentheses. "Are you okay?" He instantly questioned, clasping both of Archers hands. "Is this what you want?"

Archer was hardly aware that hed thrown himself into Hunters arms until he made a gruff noise, stumbling backwards as he tried to contain the light boy. "This is exactly what I want!" It was the only thing that he knew for certain, and even if this was the only part of his life that he had together, he was perfectly content with that.

Belly swollen and lips flavored with smudges of rich icing, Archer rested against his husbands large chest. His heavy, translucent lids hooded his blue eyes as they searched the spinning world. The past hour of the reception had passed effortlessly, due to the incessant planning his pére had put into it. After they pulled out of their first kiss as a married couple, Hunter had lifted him from the altar and swept him over to the cake, where he had promptly proceeded to scoop a large chunk out of the pristine icing with his fingers and clobber Archers face. By the alarmed looks on his parents faces, he knew that the events of their wedding had probably gone smoother, but Archer had laughed until he was bent over, swiping the white pieces off of his cheeks and swinging them at Hunter.

Their guests had dispersed, some of them forming a line to get slices of cake-off of the portion that hadnt been destroyed, or picking through the finger foods, or dawdling inside to grab something more filling to eat and then sitting down with his grandpa to watch the rest of the game. To his surprise, his pére hadnt protested the informal happenings, and had even remarked that his own wedding looked very similar. No matter how he adored his proper gatherings, he had grinned and murmured that not a single person of the group that had attended the wedding would want to sit with stiff backs at a long table and gossip about the weather and who was pregnant.

An hour after their vows had been exchanged, he and his husband were alone at the outskirts of the yard. No one would bother them here, while they danced to their first wedding song. All around them were other couples, but the one that Archers eyes always fell onto when he wasnt turned away from them was his daddy and pére. Ignoring all that was on the outside, Archer tightened his grip around Hunters neck. To prepare for the wedding, hed cut his unruly hair, so that it was just long enough for Archer to hook his fingers into. The place between Hunters sharp collarbones cradled his head, so Archer felt his chest rumble when he cleared his throat.

Shutting his eyes as they revolved around the same sights once more, Archer nuzzled his head under Hunters shaved jaw. His muscular hand came to the back of his head and stroked his springy curls. Peeling one lid up, Archer peeked at his husbands solemn face, which was turned down so he was staring at the top of Archers dark head. When their eyes met, Hunter crooked a gentle smile onto his lips, and he leaned down to kiss him. Archer stretched up at the brush of his lips, trying to hold onto the moment for as long as he could. "You dance remarkably well for a boy in high heels." Hunter whispered in his ear after he had lifted his head with a pop of his mouth.

Archer grinned, "Im not dancing. Youre holding me on your feet. And... Im not wearing high heels. Have you seen the shoes that my pére puts on just to go on strolls? First of all, my feet are much wider than his-"

"Cute, little feet that need to be kissed and rubbed-"

"And, second of all," Archer continued, as if his husband hadnt just been flirting stupidly with him, "I would break my neck." Reaching down for the folds of his skirts, he peeled them up, giving Hunter a sheepish look when he cast his brown eyes down to his white sneakers. "At least theyre white. They match my dress."

Chuckling, Hunter pulled Archer higher onto his feet. Their fronts pressed together, until there was no room between them. "I love you in your sneakers. You look beautiful." Drawing back, Hunter raised a dubious brow at him, as his lips folded into a frown, "You havent been saying much to me."

Shrugging, Archer said helplessly, "What is a newlywed supposed to say? I have so many thoughts in my head right now, but none I want to say out loud. Besides... Ive been worried. I thought that you might... leave my side. There are... far more interesting guests here than me. A-And... being the man that you are... youll figure out that Im rather boring and plain... and you should have gone off to drink the spirits w-with the other men, and discuss whatever it is that you do." This last phrase was rushed, as if Archer was discovering as he spoke it what little amount of sense it made.

At the strange look that Hunter gave him, he blushed and lowered his head, only to raise it again when Hunter slid his fingers beneath his chin. "No... look at me, Archer. I want my husband to be able to stare me in the eye when he speaks to me. Im your equal. The... type of man I am. I dont understand what that means. Are you insulting me?"

Archers eyes became very round, "N-No, no. Im not insulting you. I... Its just..." Giving up with an exasperated sigh, he shook his head and glanced down at the ground. It was then that he noticed that theyd stopped rotating. He mumbled, "Hunter... youre much more worldly than I am. So are plenty of other people. And I have no desire to be a part of the world. It wouldnt be fair of me to expect you to-"

Hunter cocked his head, raising his hand to Archers cheek, "I still dont understand. Archer... Im not as worldly as you think I am. I really know very little. Ive told you before that I dont know how to be a husband or a dad. I dont know how to use a stove. Ill never be able to pay the bills. Im trying to follow in your footsteps. Youve never been boring to me... Archer, youre so spirited and strong. Youre the reason that Im alive. You did more than I ever could on the day that you saved me. You ran into a burning house because you knew that the only way to stop Karofsky was to kill him. Theres nothing boring about you. Youre not just my husband... Youre my best friend. You know everything about me, and youve stayed with me. Youve been my eyes. I love you more than anything. Im sorry if I havent proven myself as the kind of husband that I want to be-"

"My insecurities arent your fault-"

Hunter hushed him by laying his fingertips on his lips, "Im going to make sure you dont have any insecurities. Ill be a good husband. Youll make a cute, little partner for me. Well teach each other, Archer." Pointing at his mouth, Hunter bent and waited for Archer to close the distance between them.

Hunter drew away from the kiss almost as soon as Archer had planted his lips on him, and he offered a crooked smirk to his father-in-law, who extended his arm toward his son. "May I have this next dance?"

Archers eyes flitted to Hunter, who pulled away from him, keeping his silence so he didnt put words into his mouth. Stepping closer to his daddy, Archer smiled when Hunter winked, "Your dreadful husband will miss you, Archer. Dont spend too long out of my arms, alright?" He turned to Kurt, who had been waiting behind his husband, and bowed deeply to him. The excessive courteousness made Archer chuckle as he hooked his hand through his daddys elbow. Hunter kissed the back of Kurts hand, "Would I be able to steal this lovely creature away from you, Blaine?"

His daddy chuckled, watching his husband blush at the ridiculous compliments, "Whatever he wishes to do. Go easy on him, Kurt."

When Hunter straightened up and took one of his small hands, while his other arm wrapped around his waist, Kurt eagerly draped his hand over Hunters shoulder. Hunter playfully twirled Kurt in a circle, his white skirt fluttering around his legs. The rapid movement made Kurt giggle with delight, a sound that drew a smile onto Blaines lips. As Hunter pulled Kurt to his chest and galloped away with him, his daddy returned his attention to him. Archer turned his nose up to his face, and he felt him slide a strong arm around his waist. Shuffling closer to him, Archer leaned against his daddys chest, relieved that he was finally standing next to a family member who was only a few inches taller than him.

Linking his fingers at the back of his daddys head, Archer swayed his hips to the beat of the song, "Hi, Daddy." He whispered, his blue eyes meeting his daddys golden eyes. Unable to read his daddys face, he brought his hands to his cheeks and felt the relaxed bones in his jaw, "Cough Syrup... Why did you pick this song for our dance?"

His daddy shrugged, even though his eyes glinted. Archer was aware of what the song had meant to him. The first time hed heard it had been at his parents wedding, where it had been their first dance. "Im waiting for this cough syrup to come down." He told Archer, who quirked a brow. His daddy pushed his hairclip back into place. "Sometimes its easier to just accept things. The reasons might leave a foul taste in your mouth... but some things cant be questioned."

"Like your love for Pére?"

His daddy nodded, "Like my love for Pére. And like his love for me."

Smiling, Archer snuggled into his daddys warm chest, looking out at the group of people that was gathered around the tables of food. He furrowed his brows as he pressed deeper into his daddys chest, where he could hear his drumming heart, "Daddy... you and I are a lot alike. Nothing comes easily for us. We needed very easygoing people to make us see the fun that there can be in life."

Tipping his head down, his daddy puffed into Archers air as he kissed the top of his head. Some of his curls clung to his lips. "If you want to say it like that... then, yes. Both of us needed our husbands."

Archer closed his eyes, feeling safe in his daddys powerful arms, "Daddy... I havent been a good son over this past year, have I?"

It took his daddy several seconds to respond, and Archer heard him blow out heavily. His hand rubbed a circle into the middle of Archers back, "Youve always been a good son, Archer. You were trying to grow up... but I wouldnt let you. I didnt want to accept that you werent my baby anymore. I shouldnt have held you back. Things would have been easier had I not stood in your way. Im sorry that I didnt trust your judgment. I raised you to be a kind, responsible person... I should have known better than to doubt you."

Tears suddenly pricked the corners of Archers eyes, and he rubbed his face against his daddys shirt, "I dont hate you, Daddy." He mumbled lowly, his fingers curling into the folds of his jacket. "I never hated you. Those awful things that I said to you... Im so sorry. I dont want to fight with you, Daddy. When I had my back turned to you, I was just scared... I was a little boy who wanted my daddy to hold me. I didnt know how to make you understand that I didnt want to choose between the man who I fell in love with and the man who Ive always loved." Looking up at his daddys face, Archer pressed a kiss to his shaved cheek, "I love you, Daddy. Im not a baby anymore... Youve already taught me how to be the best person I can be. But Ill always be your little boy, and will always want you to hold me in your arms."

A bead of water rolled down his daddys cheek, and Archer rubbed it away with his lips. His grip around Archer tightened until it nearly crushed him. That was when Hunter and his pére whirled back over to the two of them, both of them flushed and panting from the exertion of their dancing. His daddy released him so he could accept his husband into the fold of his arms, "Go... Youve already made me the happiest man. Its time for you to spread your compassion to other people. Dont break his heart, Archer."

As Hunter slid his arm around him, Archer covered his parted lips with his hand. He watched his parents step back, surrendering him from the guiding and protective hand theyd always had on him. "Daddy..." he shook his head, his wet eyes overflowing.

Stepping forward, his daddy cupped his round face in his hands. He pressed his lips to his forehead. "Dont cry, sweetheart. Well live in Paris together. Well see each other as much as you want to. But you belong to someone else now. Your husband will care for you and love you as much as we have. I would trust no one else with you. Im still your daddy, but Im not your first priority. Go on your honeymoon. Enjoy yourself. Remember all of the lessons weve taught you."

Archer plucked at the collar of his daddys shirt, "You love me?"

He pushed him closer to Hunter, who trapped him in his arms, "We love you. Go on, before your husband regrets falling in love with you. If he is the way I remember him being during his childhood, hes quite an impatient man."

"I am." Hunter smirked, "But I would wait forever for Archer." Embracing both of his in-laws, and then returning to Archers side, Hunter nodded at the two of them, "Thank you. You wont regret putting your son in my care. When we get back from our honeymoon, Archer will be a spoiled, plump thing who you wont want near you. Ill make him demanding and pretentious. When Im through with him, hell know exactly how beautiful I think he is."

Archers face colored at the bold threats that Hunter was tossing out in front of his parents, but before he could protest, he found himself scooped up, feet at his eye level. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he flung his arms around Hunters neck. "Hunter! Put me down! We look silly-!"

His pére waved after them, as Hunter hoisted Archer higher and kicked the back door open. "Have a wonderful time!" He was hardly able to spit the last word out before a pair of arms suddenly squeezed him to a sturdy chest, flinging him backwards so his huge eyes stared up at his husbands grinning face. Smiling back at him, Kurt chirped, "Do you think that theyll make a good, married couple, dear?"

Blaine raised his brows, "If they survived the last two years, they can get through anything. They are a very passionate couple, but Hunters just proven what activity hell put his passions into... and its certainly not fighting." Drawing Kurt back up, Blaine fitted him against his side, feeling his curvy body form perfectly with his. "Now... how long has it been since Ive reminded you how beautiful you are?"

Kurt swatted his husbands arms, "Just two nights ago. But, Blaine, we still have guests here! How indecent would it be for us to leave-?"

Blaine glanced at the remaining guests, who were all busied with gorging themselves, or playing games on the grass. "I dont think theyd notice. We wouldnt be gone for very long, honey. After nearly twenty years of marriage, Ive found all of the spots that can make you melt within minutes-"

Pushing his bottom lip out in a pout, Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to let his husband pry them open. "But I spent so long brushing my hair this morning. I wouldnt like it to be ruined."

"Thats how I like it. I think youre most beautiful when youre naked, and your lips are damp and swollen-"

"But Ive worked so hard to thread these pearls into my hair-"

"I can tell you about ten other places Id like to put those pearls-"

Kurts shoulders shook with quiet laughter as Blaine leaned down, nibbling and kissing the side of his long neck. "Outrageous man... how I ever thought that you might tire of me. Its been such a long time that weve been married... You shouldnt surprise me the way that you do! We should have gotten used to each other."

"Never, ever." Blaine shook his head, kissing his way up to Kurts mouth. He sucked on his pink lips. "Youre exquisite. I love you. I love that I wake up beside of every morning... I love that I get to kiss your sleepy face. I love that you raised our son with me. I love the amount of effort you put into making his wedding the best day of his life. I love you."

Kurt giggled, letting his mouth soften under his husbands, "What a tender husband you are... very different from when you were a hardened, coarse teenager. You used to not touch me in public. Now you lavish kisses onto my blushing skin."

"I was an idiot." Blaine muttered into his reddened cheek, "Something so beautiful deserves to be admired and doted on... Let me take you upstairs and show you every part of you that I think is absolutely gorgeous."

"Blaine!" Kurt squealed as his husband boosted him up and folded him over his shoulder. "What if Archer calls? Wont our guests look for us if they want to leave? Oh, you insufferable man, put me down!"

"I will... when I get to our bedroom. You brought this onto yourself, Kurt. You married an excruciating man who thinks that a beauty like yours shouldnt have to go ten minutes without being appreciated." Reaching the top floor of the house, Blaine closed the door behind himself and locked the two of them in. He unceremoniously tossed Kurt onto their bed, watching his flushing form bounce on the cushy mattress. Spreading himself out like a sacrifice, Kurt pushed his jacket down his shoulders when Blaine climbed over him, working very meticulously to unknot the pearls from Kurts blondish hair. "I want to put these inside of you." He informed Kurt, who wriggled against the mattress and opened his legs wider. "And then Im going to pull them back out with my teeth."

Kurt weakly nodded, running his hands up and down Blaines chest, "Whatever you want. It still feels the way it did when you first started touching me... maybe even better."

"Tell me that you love me, pretty boy, and Ill do what I know you really like." Blaine lowered over Kurt as he started yanking the buttons on his shirt open. With every inch of brown skin revealed, Kurt pecked a kiss there. Kurt started to tell him that he loved him, but the words ended with a moan as Blaine slid a hand between his legs and massaged his sensitive genitals. Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt laid his head back as Blaine bestowed kisses and touches onto his throbbing skin, and was silent.