Even after numerous phone calls and visits Kurt was unsuccessful in fixing this stupid mistake. He couldn’t believe it. After all the time and effort he put into this, to have it completely screwed up, was more than Kurt could bear.

Red. His roses were fucking red. How many times had he called the florist and demanded white roses? There was no way in hell he was paying for them. Especially considering it was the night before his wedding and he had the entire wedding party out scouring the city for white roses.

He was totally going to sue them for ruining this for him.

Since they didn’t have enough money for a proper rehearsal dinner he had invited a couple of his friends and family over for dinner that night. Of course that group included his boss, Isabelle and halfway through the meal she took a phone call from the friend who had offered up her house for the wedding. The florist had delivered the roses that night - and they were red.

The meal was cut short and everyone in attendance pulled on their heavy jackets and snow boots to prepare for a very serious scavenger hunt.

Kurt’s phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from Santana: I found some. Enough for my bouquet and a few centerpieces.

It was late and he was sure everyone else was just as tired as he was. He sent out a mass text: Santana found a reasonable amount of roses so everyone’s free to go home. Thanks for your help. See you tomorrow.

As Kurt trudged through the gray sludge that passed for snow in the city he wondered how bad the reception would look without centerpieces. But thank god the wedding was at night, or there was no way he’d even have time to fix the flowers.

Blaine had beaten him home but Santana was still out. Kurt assumed she was taking care of the flower delivery for the next day. He was suddenly very thankful for her presence, yet also worried about what kind of date she’d be bringing tomorrow. Luckily Blaine distracted him from thinking any more about Santana.

“This is our last night as single men.”

“Yeah. Tomorrow night we’ll be married. That’s so weird. Like I’m actually going to have a husband.”

“Were you expecting a wife?” Blaine teased.

“Very funny, Kurt deadpanned, “No, I just always thought I’d get married when I was in my thirties and that I’d already be a famous fashion designer and have a loft overlooking Central Park.”

“I am sorry I ruined your plans.”

“No, Blaine, you didn’t ruin them. They were silly anyway. No one really knows how their life’s going to play out. And for only being 20, I’d say my life’s turning out pretty good.”

“I’m glad. We should go to sleep; we have a long drive tomorrow and a lot of work ahead of us.”

“Yeah. Goodnight, Mr. Anderson.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Hummel.”

Kurt and Blaine forewent the tradition of not seeing each other on their wedding day; they were much too busy for that, and besides, what else could go wrong? They arrived at Isabelle’s friend's giant waterfront house at 10:30 and then went straight to work wrapping the dark blue ribbon from the red roses around the white ones.

Then Kurt left Blaine to help with the table arrangements while he went to talk to the caterers. Luckily, they actually knew what they were doing, so Kurt left the reception area confident in their ability to not fuck things up.

As the hours passed more and more guests showed up. It was a small wedding (there weren’t a lot of people he could invite), just family and friends from work and glee club. Kurt felt a little guilty considering most of them were totally oblivious to the fact that Blaine needed American citizenship and that was the reason they were getting married. Not to mention that everyone in attendance was there for him. Blaine had no one.

Which was why, an hour before the wedding, Santana was getting ready in Blaine’s dressing area. Kurt felt that Blaine should have someone on their wedding day so he gave Santana permission to be Blaine’s maid of honor while Kurt asked Finn to be his best man.

“You wanna zip me up?” Santana asked as she walked out of the bathroom. Her dress was made of deep blue fabric, to match the ribbon on the bouquets, and a white rose was pinned in her hair.

“Sure. You look beautiful, Santana,” Blaine said as he zipped her up.

“I know. But thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” She turned around and looked him up and down, “If I weren’t a lesbian and you weren’t about to get married I would totally sleep with you.”

“Thank you.” At this point in their friendship Blaine had learned to take any compliments from Santana without question.

Santana walked over to the table where a boutonniere was waiting for Blaine. She stood in front of him as she fastened it to his suit. When she was done she made a few small adjustments and then asked “You ready to go get married?”

Burt had been dreading this day for years. He was sure that no matter who Kurt deemed to pick, there would never be a man good enough for his son. Kurt was wonderful, and special, and Burt was pretty sure that this Blaine was not going to be the husband that Kurt deserved. After their visit on Thanksgiving Burt had given the boy the benefit of the doubt and of course it’s not like he didn’t trust his son - No, Burt doubted this boy’s worthiness because of what happened only a few weeks ago.

Burt was about to turn the TV off and head upstairs when the phone rang. He picked up when he saw Kurt’s name, but before he could say anything, his son’s voice came out of the speaker saying “He’s gone” over and over again. Burt managed to calm him down and get the story out of him.

To be completely honest Burt understood where Blaine was coming from and was secretly glad that Blaine had made the decision to call the wedding off. But of course he would never tell Kurt that, especially with how broken he sounded right now. All he could say was “Maybe it’s for the best,” and hear Kurt’s “But it’s not! What is he going to do now?”

Burt didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care; anyone who made Kurt cry like that wasn’t worth the thought. So after a few more minutes Burt told him to call him if he needed anything and that he loved him, and hung up.

So he didn’t quite understand when, a few days later, Kurt had called him back and said that everything was fine and the wedding was still on. But he knew that he could never forget the way Kurt sounded on the phone that night and the chance that he would ever forgive Blaine for causing Kurt to feel like that was slim. But he promised Kurt that he would be there and be supportive.

Burt always pictured his son’s wedding, walking him down the aisle towards a man who would love his son with all his heart, not some random guy his son picked up that was, in Burt’s opinion, just using him for a green card. But he did trust his son’s judgment, and he hoped that this wouldn’t end up hurting his son any more than it already had.

“Looking sharp, kid.”

“You think so? Maybe I should’ve gone with a different color-“

“Kurt, stop. He’s going to love you.” Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say considering the situation but it seemed to calm Kurt down. “You ready to do this?”

Blaine was the first one down the aisle, walking by himself, considering his entire family was a few thousand miles away. But he smiled at all the people he didn’t recognize and the ones he did but couldn’t remember their names. He saw Carole in the front row, who gave him a reassuring smile. Next was Santana and Finn; Blaine thought they made an odd looking couple and Blaine remembered Kurt telling him about Finn and Santana’s strange relationship throughout high school. He wondered if it was awkward for them.

But Blaine was jolted out of his thoughts when it was Kurt’s turn to walk down the aisle. He was stunning in his suit. And he looked so happy. After all Blaine had put him through, he was still smiling at Blaine like they really were two people in love and about to vow their entire lives to each other and wow, maybe Kurt did love him.

As Kurt and his father reached the end of the aisle, Burt placed Kurt’s hand into Blaine’s, and tried not to glare too hard at the boy before he turned to sit in the front row next to Carole. The ceremony went as planned; there were no objections (surprisingly), and Blaine managed to find his voice after being struck speechless by Kurt minutes before.

The reception area was right down the hall, so Kurt and Blaine didn’t have much time between their exit down the aisle and the start of the reception to be alone together. But they worked with what they had.

“We’re actually married,” Kurt said between kisses, “We actually did it.”

“Yeah we did.”

Neither of them could stop smiling as they kissed in a fairly secluded hallway off the main room. They heard the DJ announce their names, which was their signal to enter the reception area for their first dance.

“I hope you picked a good song,” Kurt said as they made their way towards the dance floor.

"I hope I did too."

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you

Halfway through the song Kurt laid his head on Blaine’s shoulder, “I’m really glad you came back.”

“Me too.”

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

“So, as the maid of honor, I would like to congratulate Kurt and Blaine on their wedding, and I will try my hardest not to embarrass you.” She then spent the next two minutes embarrassing them. Kurt wasn’t sure if he could ever look into his father’s eyes again without feeling embarrassed.

But then, as the father of one of the grooms, it was Burt’s turn to make a speech. “Well there’s no way I can top that speech but I’ll try. When my step-son’s ex-girlfriend told me that Kurt was going to get married, I was a little shocked. I had always envisioned the way my son would tell me and an argument over the phone about his relationship was not what I pictured. But here we are, months later, celebrating their marriage. But I would like to present my son and son-in-law with my – I mean our, sorry Carole – wedding gift.” He gave an envelope to Kurt, who opened it with Blaine looking over his shoulder.

“You paid for our honeymoon?” Kurt and Blaine looked up at Burt questioningly.

“You mentioned last week that you couldn’t afford to go anywhere, so I - sorry, we – decided that you guys deserved a break. So congratulations, Kurt and Blaine. Good luck.”

The next few hours consisted of Blaine and Kurt dancing while their guests digressed into drunkards; one side effect of an open bar and no one enforcing the drinking age. To Kurt, it was basically The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza all over again, but with nicer decorations and just as many wasted adults. Santana was making out with her date in a corner when Finn stumbled over to Blaine on the dance floor and put his arm around his shoulders, talking about how he “always wanted a little brother.” Everyone who should never be dancing was and Kurt and Blaine were nearly knocked over by Puck and his date when they decided to try line dancing.

Luckily after that the party started winding down, and it became socially acceptable for Kurt and Blaine to leave to celebrate their wedding night. Their guests escorted them to the front of the house and threw confetti as they slid into the limo waiting to take them back to the city.

Ten minutes into the drive home found Kurt and Blaine slumped against each other in the limo.

“I am so glad I didn’t have to drive us home.” Kurt sighed.

“Hmm.” Blaine sleepily mumbled in reply.

“You falling asleep on me?” Kurt smiled.

“Hmm.”

“I guess we’ll take a rain check on our wedding night.”

“Rain check?”

“Yeah. We’ll have lots of sex tomorrow when we’re less tired, okay?”

“'Kay.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Kurt tuned out Blaine’s light snoring, but he sat up a little straighter as he focused on the voices on the radio.

“Hey, Blaine. Wake up.”

“What?”

“It’s almost midnight. And I want you to be awake with me on New Year’s. So we can start the year off right.”

That seemed to be enough to wake Blaine up. Kurt reached up to adjust the volume on the radio so they could hear the countdown easier.

As the final ten seconds passed, Blaine looked at Kurt, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!

As the radio broadcasted live from Times Square, the couple in the limo kissed, and hoped the new year would bring peace into their hectic new life together.