“Love, he said, is a many splendored thing. Love, she said, will leave you wasted but a dream. I listened to them both and did not say a thing, then held it tight when love came in.”

On the other end of the line Blaine heard Kurt sigh happily. “That’s beautiful, Blaine.” He whispers, his voice sleep-heavy and emotional.

“It’s easy with you for a soul mate.” Blaine croons and he hears Kurt giggle.

“You’re a sap.”

Blaine shifts in bed, moving his arm and rolling onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and the shadows shifting on it. “Hey, I’m your sap, and after tomorrow you’re stuck with me forever.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kurt says dreamily and Blaine grins. “Is this really necessary though? I wish you were in bed with me instead of Mercedes’ cat who thinks I’m insulting it by using the spare room it clearly uses for its bedroom.” He whines and Blaine can imagine him glaring at the furball.

“Kurt you love Hairy Fitzgerald, don’t pretend, and yes. You know how I am about tradition and I wanted to adhere to this one.” Blaine says fondly.

Kurt snorts down the phone. “Clearly,” He says then his tone turns husky and seductive. “You didn’t mind breaking the ‘no sex before marriage’ one did you, Blaine?”

“Stop it,” Blaine grates down the phone, half joking as his cock twinges at Kurt’s velvety smooth voice. “Good night Mr Hummel. I love you.”

“Good night Mr Cockblock. I love you.” Kurt replies and they press end together.

Blaine rolls over and thinks about the last month and a half. Things have changed for them both. The media’s attention only increased after Kurt woke up, talking about him like he’s the celebrity and Blaine was grateful, it would help when Kurt started making his way and he was touched by the interest but part of him was wary. Interest bred insanity and things could get out of hand. Luckily, things had been handled with a few well-placed interviews and thought out words. Kurt got stronger every day and the plans he’d made for his own line was in full swing, the eyes of Anna Wintour, Isabelle and the Vogue staff that knew and loved Kurt lighting up with possibility. Their boy done good after so much. Kurt had juggled wedding planning with his fashion plans and in the end they’d chosen the city hall and asked to decorate in their own colours and style. The big wedding they’d planned wasn’t realistic now and if they were honest, neither of them wanted it. They’d have enough of big things and events in the future. Their wedding could be just them and their loved ones. The predictions by Kurt’s doctor had, unfortunately, come true. Kurt’s hand wasn’t as strong, it never would be, but he could go for a long time before it started hurting and locking up, then Blaine would just massage it into working again and Kurt would carry on, his creation and vision never stopping for something as little to him as a few muscle spasms. Blaine remembered what Kurt had said to him when Blaine had asked if it worried him. “Blaine,” He’d said. “If I worried about it, I wouldn’t be doing what I am. Why should I let that stop me? I’ve done so much. I’ve watched the love of my life almost die and built his world back up so he’s a star; I’ve stared down bullies and changed things for the better. I can’t change this, but I can make sure it doesn’t change me.”

Blaine had fallen in love all over again with the fire in Kurt’s eyes.

Life was pretty good to them now and tomorrow he’d marry Kurt and life would be perfect.

He’s standing in the small side office the city hall uses for these functions, his black suit immaculate and his hair gelled. On the outside he looks like a young man ready to spend the rest of his life with the man he loves, ready to say a final goodbye to Blaine Anderson and hello to Blaine Hummel. Inside, he’s freaking out. What if Kurt leaves him? What if he messes up? What if his issues come back to haunt him? What if everything they’ve worked for fails and he’s left with nothing as Kurt goes back to New York, taking his fledgling clothing line with him? He still gets stage fright, sometimes he can’t walk out onto a stage, stare at a sea of stranger’s faces and sing for them but as he sees Finn and Cooper laughing at something Puck’s saying he realises he can walk out in front of a sea of people he knows and loves and promise himself to Kurt. He tears his eyes away from his brothers, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, seeing glasz eyes in his mind and opens his eyes, striding out to find his place next to Kurt. He’s got this.

They’d decided to forgo the usual cliché wedding march, since Blaine didn’t have parents, apart from Kurt’s and they’d both outgrown the ‘lady’ comments from high school. Cooper had pouted when Blaine had refused his idea of him walking Blaine up the aisle to Hungry Like The Wolf and decided to join Kurt at the podium to only soft piano music and at his own time, in his own way. He walked past the lines of people he knew and loved, smiling at them as his eyes travelled over them. Coach Sylvester smiled at him from where she sat next to Coach Beiste; Mr Schue grinned and sniffled a little with Miss Pillsbury holding onto his hand. The New Directions, both ‘generations’ as Mike had labelled them, grinned at him and some of them gave him thumbs up’s. Finally his eyes met Sam’s as he stood with Cooper opposite Kurt, Finn and Burt. Sam grinned at him and reached out for his hand. They’d come up with an idea like the ceremonial father of the bride giving his daughter’s hand to her new husband and changed it. Sam would take one hand, Cooper would walk up behind him as Finn walked up behind Kurt and they’d turn their brothers towards each other, Burt would have Kurt’s hand and Sam and Burt would join the two men’s hands together. It was beautiful, if a little confusing. Finn had tripped over twice at the rehearsal. They manage it though and suddenly he’s looking into Kurt’s tear-filled glasz eyes and his breath stutters. This is his soul mate. The man who loves him and in a few minutes they’ll be joined forever. His own eyes well and they giggle at each other.

The officiant clears her throat and everyone looks at her, apart from Cooper who looks at the front row on Kurt’s side and gives Rachel a little smile and wink. Their relationship was the most surprising thing to come from the accident and when Blaine had caught Kurt up on the things their friends and family had been doing since that day the only thing that actually got the Kurt Hummel ‘o’ face as Blaine had called it, was the revelation that when everyone was scared and lost they’d looked to each other and found something worth cherishing from the mess.

“Dear friends and family,” She starts and Kurt looks away from Blaine to smile at the people he loves. “We are gathered in this place today to join Kurt and Blaine to celebrate not a new path, but a new step on a path already being trod. Kurt and Blaine are here today to make promises to you all and each other that the love they share will develop and grow stronger with the years they pledge to each other, that with the help of the people they love they will become better friends, better lovers, and better men through their love. Today we stand witness to the journey that started years ago and will end years from now in old age, but a love that transcends time and space.” She gestures to Carole and she stands and walks to the side where she was going to read.

Carole smiles at her boys and walks up the steps before she turns and faces the others seated. “Love is not spectacular. It is not gaudy, showy; it doesn’t rush in, slam doors and make the ground shake. It doesn’t bring rain, light fires or paint the ground white. It doesn’t roar, shout, yell or make any noise at all. Love doesn’t bleed, it doesn’t heal or mend, and it doesn’t waste away. Those things are human. We give those things a name and blame love because nothing else could it be. Love creeps in slowly and changes us, cell by cell. It tells us to wait and be ready. It whispers to us that we can change the world with the right person and we look, we make, we desire, we lose, all for that one person. Love deserves to be held and cherished because it is like a child. It needs tending and nurturing by both people who created that love. Love is helpless, ageless and worthless, until we give it a number, touch it and watch it shine. Love, and nothing else, we can live forever.” She stepped down and looked at her boys, tears running down their faces and blew them each a kiss.

The officiant stepped forward and spoke. “Kurt and Blaine will now read their vows.” She gestured to Kurt and stepped back.

Kurt took a deep breath and looked into Blaine’s eyes, shaking slightly. “Blaine, I accepted you into my life as my friend on November 9th 2010, I accepted you into my heart as my love on March 15th 2011, I accepted you into my body on November 8th 2011, sorry dad. Today I don’t accept you into anything because you’ve lived with me, you’ve loved with me, you’ve been with me and you’ve been a part of my soul since you looked at me and told me your name. Today, February 9th 2014 I join you as your husband, your soul mate. I will walk with you every day of our journey together. I promise to love and cherish you, to listen to you, to talk to you, advise you when you need it and sit and watch you when you need me to. I promised years ago that I would never say goodbye to you and I never will, but today I will promise also to never need to say hello again, I will never leave your side. I promise to be faithful and honest in every way, to honour the faith and trust you place in me, to love and respect you in your successes and in your failures, to make you laugh and to be there when you cry, to care for you in sickness and in health, to softly kiss you when you are hurting, and to be your companion and your friend, on this journey that we make together.” Kurt reached out and wiped Blaine’s tears away before he took the ring and slipped it into his love’s finger.

Blaine took a shaky breath and tried to remember every word he wanted to say. “Kurt, from the moment I met you we were friends. We helped each other through everything. I thought at first I could be a mentor to you and help you but it’s really you who helped me. I didn’t know how to love until you showed me what it was. I didn’t know how to exist happily until you showed me how and I didn’t know how to be me until you showed me it was ok and we worked it out together. I’m so glad you never gave in all that time I was being blind and you never have given up on me. You’ve been so strong and I’m honoured and so proud to be blessed to be your partner and from today, your husband. I promise to love you, cherish you, adore you, listen to you and do everything in my power to make you happy and safe for the rest of our lives. I will listen to you, talk to you, advise you and stare in quiet awe. I promise never to say goodbye or hello, just ‘oh, there you are’ forever. I promise to be faithful and honest in every way, to honour the faith and trust you place in me, to love and respect you in your successes and in your failures, to make you laugh and to be there when you cry, to care for you in sickness and in health, to softly kiss you when you are hurting, and to be your companion and your friend, on this journey that we make together.” He grinned and slipped the ring onto Kurt’s finger. They kissed for a few seconds then parted, giggling at each other.

The officiant clapped her hands together then spread them wide as Kurt and Blaine turned to their loved ones. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present Mr Kurt Hummel and Mr Blaine Hummel. Joined always, united and never apart.”

The cheers were deafening and both men grinned, their cheeks hurting and walked down the aisle and out of the doors to walk down to where they’d booked to have their reception.

On the first notes of ‘Come What May’ Blaine held out a hand to Kurt, smirking. In his eyes was the question he’d spoken a Kurt’s prom years ago as well as pride, happiness and love. Kurt smirked back and laid his hand in Blaine’s. They walked onto the floor and started dancing, their friends aww-ing and clapping softly around them before pairing up and joining them on the dance floor.

Kurt laid his head on Blaine’s shoulder and sighed happily. He felt Blaine’s chuckle and looked up at his husband – his husband and wow wasn’t that a good feeling. “We’re married.”  He whispered to Blaine’s bowtie and smiled.

Blaine looked at him then back up at the people around them. “Yup, we are. Who’d have thought we’d go from two clueless teenagers to married and taking on the world?”

Kurt snorted. “Speak for yourself; I knew what I was doing. You were the one singing songs about sex toys to junior managers of Gap.”

Blaine laughed. “Hey, I was young, naïve-”

“Blinded by coffee and 50% off clothing.” Kurt cut him off.

“Stop,” Blaine whined but it turned into a chuckle at the end. Kurt raised his head and kissed him to soothe his ego. “I still can’t believe I convinced your dad into talking to you about sex then started dating you a week or so later. I don’t think he ever forgave me. Did not see that one coming.” He laughed.

Kurt hummed his agreement and looked around. His eyes landed on a couple dancing slightly away from them, talking as they swayed. “You know what I didn’t see coming? Them.”

Blaine looked over and smiled. His brother’s arms were protectively around Rachel’s waist and her hands were on his shoulders. They looked content, happy as they chatted and far from the people they’d been for the last year. “They do look good together though.” He said, his eyes flicking from them to Kurt and back again.

Kurt nodded and watched them then looked at Blaine. “Do you think she’ll really move out here?”

Blaine nodded. “If she knew she could make it here. I think if she tries at least she can go back to Broadway.”

Kurt nodded then winced as his a shooting pain stabbed through his wrist and hand. “I think I need a break.” He hissed.

Blaine looked at him worried. “Are you ok?”

Kurt shook his head. “My hand hurts. I just need to get a drink.” He stepped back and out of Blaine’s arms, leaving him on the dance floor and walked over to the bar, massaging his hand on the way. He ordered a water then watched as Brittany grabbed Blaine’s hand and they started dancing. He was just taking a drink when someone stepped up to him.

“Excuse me? I’m looking for Blaine Anderson.” The woman asked and Kurt froze. There were only two people in the world who would dare call Blaine by his old name and one of those people was sitting happily watching her grandson dance with his friend, drinking a vodka and cranberry, slowly slipping into inebriation.

Kurt turned and looked at the woman. She was just slightly taller than him, olive skin that matched her son’s, shiny black curly hair, angular features and thin to the point where Kurt could see her collarbone. He looked at Blaine who was still dancing, blissfully unaware and grabbed the woman’s arm, showing her into one of the side rooms. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cooper watching with dark eyes then follow them and his dad stand but he had no time for them, he had to get this woman away from Blaine and fast. “Why?” He asked when they got to the room.

The woman stared at him then glared, speaking haughtily. “I’m his mother and I want to see him. I heard he was here and I want to speak to him. I haven’t seen him in so long. Who are you?”

“I’m his husband,” Kurt hissed at her and watched her step back with a hint of satisfaction. “This is his wedding reception and you were not on the guest list but seeing as Blaine barely knows you, I wouldn’t think you would be.”

The woman scoffed and Kurt’s hate of her intensified. “What would you know? How long have you known him? A few months?”

Kurt smirked. “That shows how well you know him. I’ve known him for three and half years and loved him every single second of that time.”

The woman stepped back and stared at him, her dark brown eyes glassy with shock and revulsion.

Kurt levelled his best glare at her. Mother or no, she had no right turning up and ruining his wedding. “I think you should leave.” He said, gesturing towards the door.

“I want to see my son.” The woman said, her eyes filling with obviously fake tears and Kurt had to admit Blaine got his acting skills from her.

Kurt started to shake his head when a voice spoke from behind him. “Do you know your husband’s dead?” Everyone turned and stared at Blaine as he opened his mouth again. “Did you know he shot himself after trying to kill me?” Kurt stepped up to him as Blaine’s dark eyes bored into his so-called mother. “Where were you?” He asked, his voice hard.

The woman’s eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed a few times, staring at the young man the little boy she’d left behind had turned into. She took a breath and replied, the fake tears starting to spill down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry Blaine, sweetie. I had to get out. I tried, I wanted to take you but he…I’m so sorry.”

Blaine shook his head, his eyes livid. “No. You’re not sorry. You had to get out. You left a six year old on his own with a brother who would do nothing but bring him down and a father who used his existence as an excuse to drink, to use and abuse his helpless child and when he finally, against everything he’s ever been told telling him he’s not good enough, that he’s unable to love; he finally finds love, he’s almost killed for it! Where the hell were you?”

The woman breaks down in tears that Kurt thinks might actually be real but no-one steps forward to help her. “Oh my God Blaine, I’m so sorry sweetie, I’m so sorry. I was selfish and I left you alone. I’m so sorry. If you’d…I really want to be your mom again. I’ll do better this time, I promise.”

Blaine sighed and stepped towards her, his hand slipping out of Kurt’s. “Do you know how much I wanted you to come back and say that when I was younger? How many times I asked Cooper when you were coming back? I don’t ask any more, I don’t want it any more, see about the age of 16 I met this amazing guy who showed me life is more beautiful than I ever imagined. I could be more, do more, be happy and loved because of him. I made myself a family, with him, his family wanted me, our friends wanted me, Cooper wants me, Kurt has me. I made this, Mom. I did this. You’re here because I’m becoming a star and you want to tell the world that you had a hand in this but guess what? That’s Kurt’s claim. He gets to see what I do and know we did it together and I get to watch him and know we did it all together. Thank you for my life, but Kurt’s right. You need to go. Goodbye Mom, I never got to say it before. Take care of yourself.”

He watches as the woman wipes her eyes, looking at all of the people standing behind Blaine, at the centre his new husband. She nods and flees the room and Blaine knows it’s the last he’ll hear of her. He sighs and turns around, his mouth dropping slightly.

His family is looking at him proudly with Kurt in the middle, his wide glasz eyes filled with awe. The hazel-eyed man blushed as he stepped up to his husband and Kurt cupped Blaine’s cheek, their eyes locked together. Blaine stared as Kurt whispered. “I’m blessed to be yours, Blaine Hummel.” Kurt’s lips brushed over his and Blaine’s heart fluttered in his chest, warmth spreading through his veins.