But Kurt had always loved a challenge.

It was to be held in the party room at the Plaza Hotel, which was decked out in decorations of dark blue, pure white and deep red, to go back ten years earlier, in an attempt to mirror their wedding reception set up. Switching the silver plates and silverware with aluminum utensils, Blaine thought it would be nifty to also have heart-shaped rose bequest with small diamonds in the middle at each table for the centerpieces.

Kurt found it to be quite tacky and a bit out of season (it was the beginning to December, after all), but Kurt could never argue with his husband. All together it cost a pretty penny (Kurt had never been so thankful of the fact he and Blaine both have high paying jobs as he was when he got the bill for everything), though they agreed it was for a very worthy cause.

The guest list was nearly two hundred, with their family, close friends, co workers, and several important clients. Both their parents were present, along with his siblings and their children. It took some time, but Blaine's family finally started coming around to the idea of their son being with another man. They were there for their wedding, their children's birthday parties, and even came to visit for some Christmas'. They weren't as devoted as Burt and Carole, but hey, no one's perfect.

The group was present as well, though they all seemed to be somewhat preoccupied with their own families. There was Rachel, who was sitting with Brittany and David, as they all tried to feed their jittery little toddlers, Vienna and Barbra, the five year olds acting as adult stand-ins, who were trying their best to keep the babies focused on eating, instead of the commotion all around them. There was also Alexander and Brighton, who were off doing their own thing, most likely annoying the band that Blaine had gotten for the event (a hot item ticket band that has been playing on the radio for quite some time; Kurt was very impressed by this move), asking them a million and one questions on music. Finally, Michael and Andrew, who were running around with Robbie, who was the only known sixteen year old and who didn't mind hanging around with a bunch of little kids, such as with Will and Emma's children, Melissa and Todd.

Artie, Finn, and Will were talking to the other guest, getting the feel of the room, while Santana stood outside on her cell phone. She and David had been arguing nearly the entire night over her coming and going to take a phone call. He didn't understand why she had to talk about fashion when it was her best friend's party. Santana's excuse was simple: GT was going head-to-head with Vera Wang and Spring Fling, and since Santana is the Vice President of the company, she had to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Kurt understood the whole situation completely, though he was honestly too distracted by making sure his own arrangements go right to caring about anybody else's. It was bad enough he had gotten milk split on his tux only hours before the party. Luckily, Blaine had stepped in and jumped to help him when first walking into the building. Kurt wanted to cancel the entire thing until his own husband had to slap him, keeping him from panicking and making a molehill into a mountain.

Hearing the sharp clinging of crystal over the microphone, Kurt turned towards the stage where Blaine stood, who tapped his stood against his glass goblet filled with champion, hopping to get everyone's attention.

"Hello? Is this on? Hey! Hey, everyone. Groom number two here. I just wanted to make a small speech before we start getting serious and getting cake and stuff. First off, I want to thank you all for coming out here tonight, it means so . . . so much to Kurt and I. You guys are the greatest and we love you. Secondly, I want to point out my children: Alexander and Vienna. Guys, you are my prized possessions, and I love you more than water, and food, and everything else I need. And thirdly, and finally, I want to ask my husband, Mr. Kurt Hummel-Anderson to please step forward."

Kurt's mouth opened as he looked around the room helpless. Blaine didn't say anything about speeches or renewing vows, or anything close to that, leading Kurt to be somewhat startled. Shaking his head slightly, Kurt stepped forward, reviving several cheers and rounds of clapping for doing so. Standing in the middle of the floor, the spotlight broke, pointing to both he and Blaine, who was still on stage.

"Kurt," Blaine sighed. "You are without a doubt, the best thing that ever happened to me. No way could I ever do the things I'm doing or be the man I am today without you. We've been through a lot, but that's only made us stronger. I thank God every day for letting me have you and allowing me to wake up every morning with you by my side. So here I am saying here's to ten years, knowing I'll gladly be by your side for seventy more. Cheers!"

Lifting their glasses, everyone cheered and applauded the speech. Kurt waiting for Blaine to jump off stage and meet him in the middle for a kiss, but he never did. Instead, he stayed up there, pulling one of the stools out to side.

"Alright, now for those of you who remember, Kurt sang a certain song to me at our wedding reception. He hasn't sung that song in ten years, and I decided tonight, I would sing it to him. To Kurt, this is for you."

Kurt thought back to all those years ago after their wedding, remembering the exact song he had sung to Blaine and its context. Before he could even say a word, the lights went down, the music began, and Blaine started singing.

"Yeah, I'll, tell you something. I think you'll understand. When I, say that something, I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hoooooooold, you're haaaaaaaaaaand, I wanna hold, your haaaaand."

A large smile broke across Kurt's face as Blaine sang their song. It was something they shared; a love so true and deep. When Kurt first sang it to him, it didn't hold the same meaning as it had when the Beatles did or even TV Carpio from the Across The Universe film. It not only meant love and happiness, but protection. To know that no matter how horrible things were, all he needed was to hold Blaine's hand, and everything would suddenly be okay.

Jumping off stage, Blaine walked over, microphone in hand, and stood before his husband. Reaching forward, Blaine held out his hand, as if he were asking Kurt to dance. Kurt took Blaine's offering, his eyes glistening with tears of joy and Blaine linked their fingers together, pulling him close as he finished his song.

"I love you." Blaine told him.

Without a word, Kurt answered him. Their kiss was simple, but strong, and the way they looked at each other when they pulled apart...it was like they were the only two people in the world, or at least, to each other.

"Omigod, that was like, so cute." A voice said from behind them. Santana stood with her arms crossed, her cell phone clutched in her hand, and a smirk playing across her lips. "Ten years and you haven't gotten any less boy-bandish. I'm impressed, Blainie."

Blaine smiled at her comment. "I try my best, Santana."

"Well, lemme tell you. You succeed. Hey!" Santana jumped as her husband came up from behind and pulled the phone out from her hand. "Give it!"

"Later." David said sternly. "I've been with Rosie this entire time, while you've been running around the hotel trying to get service. No more phone."

"But-"

"No buts!" David cut her off. Their marriage wasn't any different from when they were dating, at least it didn't seem that way. They still fought and had sex as much as possible, despite them having three kids and working full time jobs. Kurt mentioned once that no matter how old they got, they would still be the twenty-something people they were when they first met. "I wanna dance with my wife." He said.

Santana sighed, thought a small smile broke across her lips. Taking his hand, Santana led him out onto the dance floor, pulling him close as they swayed with the music. Artie and Brittany soon followed. Wrapping her arm around his neck, Artie slowly dipped his wife, receiving a small giggle from her. Finn and Rachel, who were taking a break from dancing and watching their children, sat close as they watched the happy couples, Rachael's fingers intertwining with her husband's, as she rested her head against her husband's shoulder.

Kurt sighed, watching the image which was laid out before him. It seemed like yesterday they were all still working class people, living for the moment without a care in the world. Ten years went back in a flash, and Kurt didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, stepping closer.

"Nothing," Kurt told him, "it's just . . . this is our life. Our friends and family. We finally made it to where we wanted to be. Powerful . . . loved. . . ."

Kurt's voice trailed off, having not another thought of what to add.

"You forgot happy." Blaine insisted.

Kurt smiled them, looking into the soft brown eyes staring back at him. "I've always been happy." He said, realizing now it was true. Through all the good and the bad, Kurt Hummel had found a way to light up the dark. And part of that light was Blaine.

"Good, because I intend to keep you that way for another fifty years."

Pulling him close, Kurt embraced his husband, his lover, and his friend. Ten years went by in a flash, so he could only imagine what seventy years would feel like. Kurt decided to let that go and move onto something more important – dancing with Blaine.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty; forty or fifty years, time meant nothing when one was truly happy and that's what they were – powerful, loved, and happy. And they'd stay like that forever and ever.