The plane set down at La Guardia and Kurt leaned over to Blaine, kissing him on the cheek, loving that his smile was so genuine and hadn't faded for a single minute since they boarded. They were met at the door by an airline employee with a wheelchair and were whisked away to their hotel along with the whole family, and friends including Tina, Mike, Puck, Wes, David, Nick, Jeff, Quinn, Brittany, Artie, Sam, Rory, Santana, and even Holly Holiday and Will Schuester. They took up two floors of the hotel.

Although Kurt had been planning for his wedding down to the last detail since he was about five, there was no time for a lot of planning now. Cooper was able to find a beautiful house to rent for the wedding and reception with large rooms overlooking Central Park to make Kurt happy. The second floor was just right for the ceremony, a judge had been arranged to do the vows, and the main floor had a reception room with hardwood floors perfect for dancing and plenty of space for the band.

The wedding was beautiful, the rooms filled with flowers, all done in ice blue and pale gold. The bridesmaids and groomsmen were impeccable, the music beautiful, many songs sung by their friends – the Warblers and the New Directions loving the way they blended their voices together for the nuptials.

An hour before the wedding, Blaine was sitting in a back room, Cooper trying his best to make him laugh to alleviate his nerves. He was kidding Blaine about how sorry he was that they couldn't bring Aramis to be the flower girl, but Blaine was too nervous to laugh. A knock on the door and Blaine called out, “Go back to your room, Kurt, it's bad luck for us to see each other before the ceremony!” Another knock.

Cooper went to open the door and stared at who was there, excusing himself to stand in the hallway.

“Mother. What are you doing here?” Coop asked. It wasn't that she wasn't welcome, just that she was one hell of a surprise. He'd called last week to tell her Blaine was getting married, but he didn't expect to see her.

“Cooper, it's good to see you, son. You got married so fast, I couldn't make arrangements to get here, and I am sorry, but I was able to make this work. Maybe I can see my other son before he walks down the aisle?”

Cooper put out his arms and pulled her into a hug. “Of course. He's a little nervous, and I don't want to make it harder on him, so keep it short. I'll warn you – when they did the surgery, they had to shave his head, so he is self-conscious about it. I'm so glad you came,” Cooper smiled and kissed his mother's cheek. “Let me just go in and prepare him.”

Coop stepped back in the room.

“Hey, B, somebody's here to see you.” He grinned.

“Who?” Blaine was distracted, trying to see how the top hat was going to look.

“Just stop for a minute....” Cooper said, opening the door. Mrs Anderson walked in.

“Oh, my god,” Blaine said.

“Close your mouth, sweetheart. I had to come see you get married, Blaine.”

Blaine's face was frozen for a moment, but the smile spread across his face, his arms out to hug her. “Oh, Mother!”

Mrs Anderson leaned over, hugging her younger son, tears threatening. “Now, you let Cooper help you get ready, I'm going to go get a seat. Love you, Blaine.”

“I'm so happy you came, Mother, you're going to love Kurt.”

In another room, Burt and Carole were helping Kurt, who was terribly nervous. He wanted to go check the seating, the flowers, everything and Burt had to lay down the law. Kurt was the groom and others were getting things ready. It would be just fine.

A knock on the door and Finn entered, going to Burt and whispering to him. Kurt turned, upset because he thought something had gone wrong.

“Is it Blaine? Is he okay??” Kurt almost shouted.

“No, Kurt he's fine. But I wanted to tell you...Cooper just took me aside. To seat his mother!! She flew in for the wedding,” Finn told him. Kurt blanched. He had heard so many things about this woman. She was the head of a multi-million dollar company, a legendary international business entity, and the person that had abandoned her son to be raised by his brother and servants. The anger Kurt felt because she hadn't even bothered to come home when Blaine had meningitis was beginning to make his blood boil. Kurt wasn't sure how Blaine felt about it, but the mama tiger in him was gearing up for whatever he needed to do, up to and including scratching her eyes out. He swallowed, trying to calm himself – he was going to walk down the aisle to get married to the love of his life in just a few minutes, and that must take front row priority now, not dealing with Mrs Anderson.

Carole took one look at Kurt's face and turned to Finn. “Take me to her, as one mother of a groom to the other, I need to show her some hospitality,” and she was out the door with Finn, leaving Burt to deal with Kurt. Burt smiled to himself. If anyone could deal with the legendary Grace Anderson, it was his Carole.

“Kurt,” Burt said in his usual calm voice, though he really was feeling like he might burst into tears, ”Kurt, I should be feeling like I'm losing my sweet little boy - and I am - but I am so lucky. In return, I'm getting two sons, two men I can be so proud of. Loving, kind men that can show the world what real love, real commitment is all about. I love you, Kurt, and I know your mother would be so proud of you.”

Kurt was so moved, he brushed a tear from his eye and hugged his father with all his might.

“We better go.”

Cooper walked down the hallway, pushing Blaine in his wheelchair. Burt came in the other entrance, arm through Kurt's, escorting his son to the center of the row, ready to walk down the aisle. The groomsmen, Finn and Wes, were gorgeous in their black tuxedos and gold bow ties and cummerbunds. The bridesmaids, Mercedes and Rachel, beautiful in their pale blue gowns, were walking down the aisle already, all smiles and singing: “You're In My Heart”.

As they met in the middle, ready to follow the bridesmaids down the aisle, Blaine's smile grew ten times, looking up at the love of his life. Kurt was dressed in a white tuxedo, an ice blue bow tie being the only thing that wasn't white. He had on a white top hat and his chestnut hair was perfect. The blue in his tie showed off his eyes and they sparkled as he looked at Blaine, his knees feeling weak and his heart stuttering in his chest with the love he was feeling for this man who was about to be his husband.

Blaine was dressed in the same white tuxedo, but with a pale gold bow tie. His hair was very short, barely there, but it didn't matter to anyone. He had a top hat, too, and he looked great in it. His eyes were bright and beautiful, with the lovelight shining up at Kurt.

Kurt took Blaine's hand, Cooper pushing the wheelchair and Burt walking beside Cooper.

The ceremony was beautiful, everyone falling in love with the boys all over again, tears shed in happiness - knowing what they had been through together, what they still faced. After the ceremony, Blaine and Kurt walked back down the aisle, smiling into each other's eyes. The reception was held downstairs in a large room, decorated and covered with flowers. The room was filled with all the people they loved: dancing, singing, eating and drinking champaign; and all the boy's friends and family were having a wonderful time.

Blaine and Kurt were sitting at a table, and frankly, Kurt had forgotten about Blaine's mother until she came up and sat next to Blaine.

“So, this is the famous Kurt Hummel!” she smiled, taking Blaine's hand in hers.

“It's Kurt Hummel-Anderson, Mother,” Blaine grinned, a becoming blush showing on his cheeks as he ducked his head like he did when he was a shy little boy. It made Kurt's breath hitch a tiny bit, he loved Blaine like that.

“Kurt, this is my mother, Grace Anderson.”

Kurt stood up and put out his hand, but she pulled him close, hugging him and giving him a kiss on his cheek. Kurt was a bit shocked, but took it well, thinking she smelled wonderful. He hadn't smelled Chanel No 5 since he last saw his grandmother, years ago. Grace Anderson was a beautiful woman, long hair in shiny black waves, pulled off of her face with a small diamond barrette. She was dressed immaculately in a Vera Wang suit. The thing Kurt loved the best was that her eyes were the same color as Blaine's, well, almost.

“It's so good to meet you, Mrs Anderson," Kurt said, smiling.

“And you, too. I can see why Blaine is in love with you – you're gorgeous.”

Kurt had no idea what to say, but Cooper came to save him.

“Mother, stop trying to scare the poor man,” he said, winking at Kurt. “Kurt, I think they're waiting for the first dance. You ready?”

Blaine looked at him, a small frown on his face for the first time that day, “Coop, I can't exactly dance...”

But Kurt smiled and picked Blaine up in his arms. He weighed almost nothing after the illness and it was easy for Kurt to hold him. Blaine's arms went around Kurt's neck as the band started playing, and Kurt sang to his new husband:

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty in all he is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

The rest of the evening was a rush of colors and song, all of the people so happy, and so happy to see Kurt and Blaine get what they knew they deserved in life: a happy ending.

Grace Anderson was every bit the legend her reputation painted her: while she was in complete control of herself and everyone around her, she was charming and her gentle kindness showed as she met Mercedes, hugging her and giving her a kiss. She asked and was granted leave to feel the baby kicking, and tears came to her eyes as she leaned back on Cooper, smiling up at him. She moved around the crowd, shaking hands and speaking to everyone there, making fast friends with both Carole and Josephine Jones. Plans were made for a visit to Ohio in the next month.

Kurt kept half an eye on the woman, wondering how Blaine was feeling about it all, but couldn't question him here. Blaine seemed perfectly happy, though, so Kurt stopped worrying. He was sitting with Blaine, holding his hand and smiling so much his face was beginning to ache.

“Blaine, Kurt, may I sit here with you for a while?” she asked. Kurt stood up and pulled out a chair for her. Cooper, holding Mercedes' hand, came over and soon they were all talking as though they did it every day.

“Kurt, I am so glad to meet you, it is a privilege to meet someone that can make Blaine smile like that,” she said, squeezing Blaine's hand. “I know you weren't expecting me today, but you were grace itself at a time you could very well have been anxious and upset. That shows me a lot about you. But speaking with your parents, Burt and Carole, made me aware of what I've been missing being so far away from my children. Now, I can't just up and move back, but I promise to come to visit more often.”

“Thank you, Mrs Anderson,” Kurt started, but was stopped by a wave of her hand.

“No, that is too formal. As I asked Mercedes earlier, please call me 'Grace'.” Mercedes winked at Kurt, smiling.

“Okay, Grace.” Kurt swallowed. This was all a little surreal – first the trip to New York, then the wedding, Blaine smiling and happy, Burt's heartfelt speech before the ceremony, and now meeting Grace – and liking her in spite of all the anger he had built up. “I'm so glad you came. You made Blaine happy today, and that is all I want in life,” Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's other hand.

“Cooper tells me he was going to send you both the Italy for your honeymoon," she said, Cooper grinning. “But I would ask your permission to postpone that trip.” Cooper, Kurt, and Blaine all looked at her. Kurt blinked, not knowing how to address this. He knew how much Blaine was looking forward to seeing Venice again and he didn't want to disappoint him. But he didn't want to cause a scene at his own wedding, so he locked his mouth shut and just nodded to her in a non-commital way.

“Now, don't be disappointed, the tickets can be postponed. I think you can go to Italy soon, but if you would allow me, I am offering you a different kind of trip. It's cold, even in Italy right now and Blaine has been there many times. What I propose is that you accept my gift for your honeymoon and go to Italy later, maybe in the spring.”

Blaine looked kind of stunned. He really wanted to go to Venice, was looking forward to showing Kurt the beautiful city. But he was raised to be polite if nothing else, and turned to his mother. “It is so kind of you to offer, Mother, we do appreciate it so much. But we have plans and....”

“Blaine, let's wait and see what your Mother is proposing before we turn her down. Grace?” Kurt turned back to the beautiful woman, her amber eyes sparkling as she looked at her youngest son and his new husband.

“I want to send the two of you to Tahiti. It is romantic, it's warm, and best of all it's less crowded than Venice. I have booked you in the St Regis, which is actually on Bora Bora, just a few miles from Tahiti. They have luxurious cottages right on the water, and you could be as private and alone as you wish, though there are facilities very close in case you need something. While Venice is a beautiful city, Blaine is familiar with it and I think Tahiti would be new for both of you.

“The tickets are ready and if you want, you would leave in two days. Now, it is more than 10,000 miles from New York to Tahiti, so I had the airline tickets booked so you can land in San Francisco and spend two days resting before you take the plane to French Polynesia. I won't be offended if you turn this down, and I know you would have a wonderful time in Venice, but I thought you might want to think about it. Of course, you can talk it over and let me know tomorrow. I'll be in New York until the end of the week, then I'm staying in Ohio for a few weeks.”

Kurt and Blaine were floored, not knowing what to think. If this had seemed like a dream already, a honeymoon in Tahiti was beyond surreal. They exchanged one look, nodding to each other.

“Mother, we would love to accept your offer,” Blaine said, hugging her.

Cooper grinned, “Good call, Blaine. You'll love it. And you can go to Venice in the spring when it's at its best.”

“Thanks, Coop. You know we appreciate your gift, we love it. Oh, this has been the best day of my life!” He crowed, pulling his husband closer and kissing him thoroughly.

Kurt finally recognized that Blaine was getting tired. They said goodbye to all of their friends and family, kissing and hugging more than they ever had in their lives. Tears were shed, smiles exchanged, and everyone knew they had experienced something magic inside the walls of that house that evening. A toast and a cheer went up as Kurt wheeled Blaine out the door and into the waiting limousine, to be driven to a different hotel.

Entering the penthouse of the large hotel, Kurt was just awake enough to appreciate the luxurious surroundings before wheeling Blaine into the bedroom.

“Hi,” he said later, coming out of the bathroom dressed in his blue silk pajamas.

“Hi, yourself,” Blaine answered, suddenly shy after all this time. He was dressed in matching blue silk pajamas.

Blaine was sitting, propped on pillows, at the head of the bed, his legs covered with the warm blanket. Kurt slid under the covers, moving close beside Blaine and taking him in his arms.

When they got to the hotel room, Kurt had given Blaine his medication, a large dose of the narcotics since he had been doing so much all day. He gave him the antibiotics, then took his own dose – a preventative caution so he wouldn't contract meningitis, too. They ate a little, some strawberries and whipped cream along with scones and cups of hot chocolate that Kurt had ordered from room service.

After the light snack, Kurt had helped Blaine to take a hot bath and then massaged his legs for a while to try and prevent stiffness and alleviate the pain in his joints.

Now, finally in bed, arms around each other, they couldn't stop smiling.

“Oh, Kurt. That was everything I ever dreamed of. I've never been happier. Well.....almost.”

“Almost?” Kurt raised a brow.

“There were two other days. The first was the day I was walking down the hall at Dalton and looked up to see you standing on the staircase.” Blaine smiled at Kurt. “That may be my favorite day in my whole life.”

Kurt kissed him, thinking it was a pretty good day for him, too.

“And the other?” Kurt prompted.

“It's a toss up. Either the day you asked me to marry you, or the night before I got sick again.”

“The night we finally made love. Yes, that is mine, too.”

Blaine smiled and leaned in to kiss his husband before reaching the remote to turn on some music and to turn off the lights. The drapes were open, but this was the tallest building in the vicinity, so their view was unobstructed. The lights of the city were beautiful. They sat cuddled together, holding hands and kissing every so often, just enjoying the view and the time together.

“Kurt?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you. Mr Hummel-Anderson.

“I love you, too. Mr Hummel-Anderson.

They kissed for a while, but both men were tired after the long day and fell asleep, tangled together as always.