“I do,” Kurt whispered with tears in his eyes.

Blaine smiled, also full of tears, and kissed Kurt meaningfully.

“You may kiss the husband, I guess?” The minister said quickly.

The crowd in front of them roared with cheers and applause as the traditional wedding music came on.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and danced down the aisle of the small building, out the doors.

Guests followed them down the grassy hill of the run-down church, to a larger building at the bottom.

The crowd marveled at the large room's detail; from the coordinating blue colors covering all of the fabrics, to the sheer simplicity and beauty that this place held. Kurt wanted to make it reflect their relationship as much as possible.

Incidentally, Kurt and Blaine were being carried into the site by a pack of former Warblers. They were put down lightly, which was odd for their rowdy friends.

Blaine pulled out a chair for Kurt, to which he replied, “My prince,”

Blaine sat down next to Kurt with a permanent smile etched onto his face.

After everyone had sat down, Rachel Berry stepped up onto the stage.

“Kurt, Blaine, I'm so extremely happy for you. There isn't a more perfect match in the world. The gift I got you guys isn't that extravagant, so I hope that this song will be better.” Rachel shot a glance at the piano player, which was of course Brad from their former glee club.

He started playing “Your Song” by Elton John.

Even before Rachel could sing “It's a little bit funny”, Blaine was escorting Kurt to the dance floor.

Kurt blushed a little, which was quite normal for him, especially with a crowd of their friends watching them. Rachel's voice did great justice to this song, and Elton would've been proud.

Blaine looked unashamed into Kurt's eyes and mouthed along with the words whenever the song said “Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.” Kurt buried his red face into Blaine's neck, and other couples joined the dance floor.

Before they knew it, the song had ended. Kurt kissed Blaine lightly, and Blaine spun Kurt around and into his chair. Blaine ran up to the stage, hugging Rachel as she left it, and was joined by Jeff, Nick, and Trent.

“I thought that I should sing a cheesy love song, since this is our wedding and all, but I hope I add some flair to this,” Blaine said nervously into the mic onstage.

The three former Warblers began with “Sha la la la,” which informed most of the audience that this song was “Baby It's You” by The Beatles.

“It's not the way you smile that touched my heart,” Blaine's hands formed a heart, to which Kurt replied with the same.

Blaine and Kurt's eyes never left eachother during the performance, even with people dancing in between them.

Blaine gave a suggestive look when he sang “Can't help myself, 'cause baby, its you,” making Kurt blush further.

The last chord rung through the large area and the crowd whistled and cheered.

Blaine and his back up singers bowed, then Blaine said into the mic, “Karaoke for the rest of the night!”

The crowd laughed, and Blaine pulled Kurt up to dance to Mercedes' rendition of “The Edge of Glory,” which was of course, fantastic.

By the end of the night, they had started a conga line to Harry Belafonte's “Jump in the Line” and done the Macarena twice. Kurt and Blaine had started to think that this was more of a Prom than a wedding, but either way, Kate Middleton would've eaten her heart out.

The party was amazing, but everyone was oblivious to the man standing outside of the large front doors.

Dave Karofsky stood outside the whole night. He had been invited, but didn't have the courage to walk into the room of people that used to hate him. He longed to walk onto that stage and sing “Someone Like You” by Adele in front of all of them. If only.

No one knew that Dave Karofsky died a little that night, but it gave him some strength. Strength to do something right for once.

12 years later...

“All the single ladies!” Kurt sang over the radio.

“All the single ladies!” Blaine echoed him.

Kurt still remembered all of the dance moves from high school and tried his best to mimic them while sitting in the car.

Will, who was sitting in the back seat, just smiled and rolled his eyes. Why was this Beyonce lady so important anyways?

“C'mon, Ducky! You know you want to join in!” Kurt said to Will.

Will simply shrugged, he really didn't talk much.

“We can have a family band,” Kurt laughed.

“Like The Brady Bunch!” Blaine replied.

“The who?” Will questioned.

“Them too!” Blaine jeered.

They were on their way to Ohio to visit Carole and Burt, and they had been singing and joking in the car all afternoon. Will mostly tuned them out or read books that he brought along.

“I was never as quiet as you. How are you even my son?” Blaine joked to Will.

“Well, when a man and a man love each other very much, they find a mom to make a baby with-” Will made unnecessary hand gestures.

“Yeah, yeah, I think I got that part.” Blaine didn't know where Will got his brains either. “Are sure we didn't adopt you?”

“I'm pretty sure, look at his hair,” Kurt leaned to the back of the car and pretended to get his hand stuck in Will's dark, curly hair. Will swatted his hand away.

“Are we there yet?” Will asked impatiently.

“Yeah, don't you see? Grandpa's house is right there next to that cow.” Kurt pointed to a barren pasture of cows on the side of the road.

“I really like what they've done with the place,” Will said sarcastically. He got that from Kurt, obviously.

They turned the corner in their VW Jetta just as Blaine turned around in his driver's seat to pull out an old-fashioned CD from the back. A doe appeared from the woods to their right and Kurt screamed at Blaine to stop. Blaine faced the road quickly and turned the wheel severely to the right.

Kurt's mouth was open in a scream, but Blaine couldn't hear anything. He closed his eyes and didn't even feel it when the car spun around 180 degrees and landed on the driver's side. There was a thud and then nothing. Blaine felt a small hand fall on his shoulder before he completely blacked out.

Three weeks later...

“Kurt, I got it,” Blaine said exasperatedly.

“You sure?” Kurt replied.

“I think I can get into a car by myself, I'm not completely helpless.”

“I'm just worried about you,” Kurt couldn't help but lift Blaine a little into the car, which got him glared at.

“Don't be,” Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand after Kurt got into the driver's seat.

“You fractured your neck and wrist, I think I have a right to be worried,”

Blaine crossed his arms, which was difficult because of the purple cast on his left wrist. He had been touchy ever since the accident. Blaine hated not being in control.

“Don't be so grumpy. Your son has been anxious to see you all week,” Kurt clasped Blaine's hand again.

“I don't...I don't want him to see me like this,” Blaine looked away from Kurt.

“Blaine Anderson! You don't want to see your own son?”

“Of course I do. I've missed you guys like crazy, but I just hate this cast and this neck thing,” Blaine scratched at his neck brace.

“You're acting like a puppy.” Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Puppies are adorable, though.” Blaine stuck out his bottom lip and made a whimpering noise.

Kurt laughed at Blaine's imitation, mostly because it was spot-on.

They finally pulled into the driveway of their New York townhouse, and Kurt stubbornly helped Blaine out of the car and up the steps.

“My legs aren't broken, Kurt.” Blaine said grudgingly.

Kurt unlocked the front door and waved to the neighbors downstairs. They got to their door, which was sloppily decorated with a sign that said “Welcome back, Dad!”

Before they could open the door all the way, a ten year old Will jumped out and hugged his dad's torso.

“I've missed you, too, Ducky! Can I get into the house first, though?” Blaine laughed.

Blaine shrugged out of Kurt's grip to sit on the couch.

“I missed you!” Will put his head on Blaine's shoulder.

Alex and the former Warbler, Wes, walked into the living room hand in hand.

“Blaine? Blaine!” Alex ran over and hugged him, too.

“You doing okay?” Wes asked curiously.

“Yeah, I could be better,”

“I made dinner, enchiladas, I hope you like them,” Alex smiled.

“I always love your cooking, Alex,” Blaine replied.

“Ducky, go set the table,” Kurt told Will, who trudged into the kitchen.

Kurt put his head on Blaine's shoulder.

“You're acting like you like me or something,” Blaine said.

“I don't know where you would've gotten that from,” Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek.

Blaine tried to turn his stiff neck, but Kurt advised him not to.

“I'll make sure to be gentle later,” Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, making Blaine blush.