Kurt slipped into a thin, see-through nightgown and he padded out of his bathroom, his birds waddling on his heels. Letting them hop onto his feet, Kurt pushed open his bedroom door and gasped at the sight of Blaine lying on his bed, nose buried in a wedding magazine, his dark brows furrowed and lips pressed together. Biting his bottom lip, Kurt shivered when he spotted the empty spot beside of Blaine, a spot meant just for him. He must have made a soft sound because Blaine glanced up from the magazine, and his eyes widened at what Kurt was wearing. Blaine unconsciously stuck his tongue out and licked his bottom lip, making Kurt giggle. Bunching his dress in two tiny fists, he whispered, "Can you hold me?"

Blaine almost threw the wedding magazine aside, and he held his arms open. Kurt crawled onto the end of the bed and curled up in Blaines strong arms, his skin hot and hard to the touch. Nuzzling into Blaines chest, Kurt tucked his head under Blaines chin, his stubble scratching Kurts forehead. "What were you looking at?"

Turning his head, Blaine kissed the top of Kurts head, taking a moment to breathe in his sweet hair. After he focused again, he muttered, "I was reading an article on gay weddings." When Kurt looked up at him, he shrugged, "Ive only been to straight weddings. I dont know if theres a certain way to do it... if we should both walk up the aisle, what our processional should be-"

Kurts nose wrinkled with a delighted giggle. He was happy Blaine wanted to be involved in planning the wedding. Stroking Blaines scratchy cheek, he pressed a kiss to his nose, "It can be whatever we want. Its our wedding! My dad wants to give me away to you, so would you be okay with me walking up the aisle and you waiting at the end?"

"Of course." He pressed a kiss to Kurts hair. "Sweetheart, whatever you want. I just... Im so nervous. Ive screwed up so many times before. Ive made the biggest mistakes, and itd be just like me to panic in the middle of our first song if people were staring at us. I dont want to ruin this for you."

"You wont." Kurt promised, not a bit of doubt in his voice. "Blaine... this is our wedding. Itll be the happiest day for us. People will be looking at you, but theyll be thinking how handsome you are and how lucky I am to have you."

A small smile curved Blaines lips, and he sighed and pressed his forehead to Kurts. "You know how to make me feel better."

Closing his eyes, Kurt cuddled into Blaines chest and felt his hands sliding up his dress, cupping his bottom and rubbing his lower back. It was so pleasuring, but he could feel roughness on Blaines palms, chunks of skin torn off his palms that made little grooves. He glanced over his shoulder and eyed Blaines pale hands, unaware of Blaine noticing him doing it. Blaine quickly took his hands away and tucked them under his thighs, "I-Im sorry... was I hurting you?"

Kurt knew he didnt mean from squeezing too hard, but from the harshness of his ripped up skin rubbing Kurts delicate back and bottom. "No." Without thinking about what he was doing, Kurt held his hand out. He knew he was touching a hard subject for Blaine and he didnt want him to withdraw... he just had to see them.

Blaine hesitantly laid his hand in Kurts, his palm up. It was very easy to see that his clawing had gotten worse while Kurt was away, his palms uneven with red splotches bursting under the thick lines. Shuddering, Blaine started to close his palm, but Kurt held onto it. He brushed his fingers over one of the scars and Blaines fingers twitched. "What was it like... without me?" He kept rubbing the scars, his fingertips very gentle.

"I thought I was going to die," Blaine said without much affair, and even though that filled Kurts eyes with tears, he wasnt surprised by it. "I felt like something was suffocating me. I couldnt sleep or eat. I-" He suddenly shut his mouth and put a hand over it. "I cant tell you all of the horrible things Ive done."

A single tear ran down Kurts cheek, and Blaine lifted his hand that was in Kurts and wiped it away. Sniffing, Kurt whispered, "Was it easy for you... getting in bed with those other men?"

Blaine physically stiffened, his entire body becoming as hard as a statue. After what felt like a few minutes, his throat moved with a swallow. "I didnt have an orgasm until we slept together at your dads wedding." He didnt exactly say that hed been with other men. "It was never easy. I wasnt looking for pleasure... well, I was. But... it was my way of pretending you were still there, by being touched and cared for by-" his voice broke off. "But they never cared for me the way you do."

Another tear dripped off of Kurts nose, "Oh... Blaine." He lifted his damaged hand and pressed a wet kiss to his palm. "Its okay... I can care for you now. Im home and I wont leave you again."

"Thats w-why I clawed myself." Blaine turned his head into the pillow, taking his hands away from Kurt and balling them up into fists. Kurt wrapped his small hands around them and stroked the knuckles. "Because I was disgusting. I cheated on you and I cant take that b-back. I slept with Finn."

Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers, and at first he pulled away from Blaine, "What?"

Blaine shook his head, "Im so sorry. I was out of my mind and he kissed me and then..." his weepy voice faded away, and he noisily sniffled. "I wanted to pretend it was you... but it wasnt. No one can ever replace you, and I regretted it as soon as I did it."

"Blaine..." Tears spilled from Kurts eyes. He was having trouble understanding. Wrapping his arms around Blaines neck, Kurt laid his cheek on Blaines back. "Itll be okay. I can see how sorry you are. Its okay."

Blaine shook his head, his entire body shivering so hard that the mattress was shaking. "Its not. I hurt you-"

"I am hurt," Kurt admitted in a soft whisper, unable to say that he wasnt. "But... look at me. Blaine, please." Pulling Blaine up, Kurt stared at his wet face and he kissed both of his cheeks, "But thats what a relationship is. We have to say were sorry to each other and then forgive what went wrong. And I do forgive you... Ill forgive you a thousand times if that will make you feel better. I love you so much. Besides... I wouldnt be able to let you go again."

Swallowing thickly, Blaine pressed his damp face to Kurts neck, "Why...?" He whispered, kissing all over Kurts neck.

"Why what?" Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaines curls, gently stroking them until they were tame.

Blaine whimpered, "Why are you mine?"

A little smile curved Kurts lips, "Im yours because I fell in love with you." Tugging Blaine down to him, Kurt lay back on a pillow and rubbed his lips against Blaines. "Are you happy to be marrying me, Blaine?"

A tear fell from Blaines eye and dropped to Kurts cheek, and he kissed it away, "Im going to be holding you in my arms... in just two days... as my husband. And then nothing will take you away from me." His eyes widened, "Promise me you wont regret it."

Kurt weepily giggled, pressing his face to Blaines shoulder. Blaine rolled them over so Kurt was on top of him, and he stared up at his smiling face. His eyes were shimmering with tears, his cheeks streaked with silver, and his lips puffy. He looked beautiful. "Lets look at flowers for our wedding," was the only thing Kurt whispered, and Blaine helplessly smiled, realizing that Kurt was trying to tell him that he wouldnt regret it. "Roses would be so pretty. Its such a romantic flower."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the mouth, and Kurt squeaked and wrapped his arms around him.

Kurt scooted onto the couch beside of Keegan, who was watching a football game his dad had left on with a very bored expression. Curling his legs underneath him, Kurt picked up his pen and paper. He tapped the pen against his mouth, and Keegan looked up at him. "What are you up to?" He asked, moving closer to Kurt.

"Mm..." Kurt leaned into his side and smiled, "Blaine and I want to write our own vows for the wedding. Its not that I dont have anything to say... I have too much to say." Scribbling down Blaines name to start with, Kurt frowned at his work so far, "What if he says something so romantic... like my sweetheart? Should I say my love instead? But what if he just says my name? Then I should say his, shouldnt I?"

Keegan laughed at his problem, "Put down both and have him read his first."

"Thats a very good idea." Writing down the endearment for Blaine, Kurt tapped his pen on the next line and whispered, "Keegan, what should I do? Im so confused and nervous. These are my vows to Blaine." He put his fingertips to his lips, "When I talk to him, everything comes so easily."

"Maybe you could try just talking to him." Keegan pulled the pen and paper from his hand before he got too stressed out, "Tell him how you feel when you look into his eyes. You know how you feel about him... you dont have to memorize any cheesy lines to keep your guests amused. Just be open with him."

Kurt looked up at Keegan with wide eyes, "You sound like youve been there before."

Keegan shook his head, suddenly glancing away. His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened, "I was planning on asking Everett to marry me."

"When?" Kurt whispered, getting closer to Keegan.

Blowing out heavily, Keegan reached back and rubbed the nape of his neck, "I know we were young... but I-I knew he was mine. I knew I could never let anyone else have him." His lips pressed together and he blinked his suddenly wet eyes, "I bought the engagement ring the night he was murdered. Thats why I let you and him go on a shopping spree for a while... so I could buy that fucking ring."

Kurts lips parted, but he was absolutely speechless. "Keegan... Im so sorry. Do you still have it... the ring?"

Keegan immediately reached for his pants pocket, and he pulled out a little ring that, despite how worn it must have been, was in very good shape, not bent at all. It was a simple, light blue band with the words I love you-K written in French on the top of it. "I carry it with me everywhere I go. I couldnt bring myself to get rid of it. It means everything to me." His eyes filled with tears again and he sniffed, quickly wiping his face with his sleeve. After he got control of himself, he opened Kurts palm and set the ring in the middle of it. "Im not going to ever give that to another boy... or marry anyone else... but I want you to give that to Blaine on your wedding day. It can be his second wedding ring. The K was supposed to be my initial, but it can be for your name."

"Oh, Keegan..." Shaking his head, Kurt covered his face with his hand, "I couldnt take this from you... not when it means so much-"

Keegan closed Kurts tiny fist around it, "I want you to have it. Youre the only person Id ever want to have it. I know youll take care of it... and I know Blaine will, because itll be from you." Pulling Kurt to his chest, Keegan rubbed his back and kissed his hair, "Im so happy for you... youre getting the wedding Ive always wanted, with so much love and happiness. Everett would have wanted you to have the ring, too."

Tears swam in Kurts eyes like rain, not able to be controlled and unable to hide from it. "Thank you," he lifted his head and kissed Keegans cheek. "Youre my best friend and I love you. You didnt deserve this, Keegan."

Keegan shook his head again, trying to grab his crying before it turned into sobbing. "You didnt deserve to be around the man who took him from us. But... its over now. Hes in prison. Were going to be okay, I promise."

Kurt held onto Keegan and he looked at the ring, the one that was meant to be on Everetts finger. He was trying to put himself in Keegans shoes, see what things would be like if he was ever without Blaine, but it was too painful for him to think about.

"Go to sleep, Kurt!" His aunt yelled from the kitchen, and Kurt giggled and clung to Blaines chest, reluctant to let him go. "You need your beauty sleep, and you..." she poked her nose out of the kitchen and pointed at Blaine, "need to get out."

Blaine laughed at her unthreatening expression, and he kissed Kurts cheek, "I have to go, baby. Ill see you in the morning."

Kurt whimpered and got up with Blaine, following him to the door. Keegan and Burt walked over with them, standing back while Kurt and Blaine said their goodbyes. "Where are you going? Its not far from here, is it?"

"Its just a hotel about a block away." Blaine assured him, kissing the tip of his nose. "You wont have any wild bachelor parties while Im gone, will you?" He teased and wrapped Kurt in his arms, his eyes bright with amusement.

"No," Kurts aunt said, walking back into the living room with a cookie between her lips. "Hes going to sleep."

Kurt smiled at her, then he looked back up at Blaine, "Youll be back in the morning." He asked more than stated, and Blaine nodded. "Ill miss you tonight. I dont like being out of your arms."

Blaines smile wavered as he was obviously reminded of those long months theyd spent apart, but then he leaned down and kissed Kurts mouth. "Sleep well, pretty thing. I love you."

Snuggling into Blaines chest, Kurt whispered, "I love you. Well be married in the morning and then we never, ever have to let go again." He smiled from ear to ear and let go of Blaine, turning to his dad and Keegan. "I love you both. Goodnight."

"Night, honey. Rest up good." Burt rubbed his arm through his fuzzy pajamas, and Keegan grinned lovingly at him.

"Bye, Kurt." He waved, and walked out of the door with his dad. Blaine stayed behind for a few more seconds, staring at Kurt, and then he also turned around and left.

Kurt hurried over to the window and watched them get into the car, and after they got in, each of them looked up as if they expected him to be there. All three of them grinned at him, and Kurt waved at them as his dad backed out of the driveway. "Alright, Kurt," his aunt tugged him off the window, "Im the one doing your makeup in the morning so bed. Now."

Happily running over to the stairs, Kurt squeaked, "Goodnight, Aunt Laurice! I love you!" He blew her a dramatic kiss then hurried up the stairs and ran into his bedroom. Pressing himself to the window, Kurt watched for the car to see if he could still get a glimpse of it, and he saw it turning around the corner.

Pulling himself off the window, Kurt walked over to the baby crib and peeked inside. He saw both of the babies curled around each other and sleeping very quietly, then he went to sit down on his bed. He wanted to sleep, but he wasnt tired at all. He was feeling so many emotions and he was overwhelmed and nervous and absolutely and completely happy. He wanted to call Blaine to see if he was feeling the same way, but he knew his aunt was probably spying on him.

So he curled up under the blankets and anxiously waited for Blaine to come home.