When Kurt is married off Blaine has to live with the repercussions. In a world where what you want is unimportant and desires cease to matter two men find comfort…in each other. This is the story of Blaine and Kurt and how their love tormented and saved them.

The air was filled with scented vanilla. It was the night of the winter solstice. He was going to go through with it. He was going to be married. I stood apart from the rest of them, watching. How he took those strands of hair with those nimble fingers and had them move to the side of his head was endearing. He did it with a practiced finesse.
Kurt. He was lovely and petulant and oh so sweet. That movement inspired within me a memory. A memory that felt so dreamlike that at times I question its reality. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I prepare him to be married.
“Kurt, is there anything you need?”, I ask as I approach him.
He looks at me. There is entirely too much in that look. A wanting. A wanting for what, I do not know. I do not dare to hope. Hope is a dangerous thing and it can destroy you. It’s best to not expect and not to even think of hope. Life is easier that way.
“I need you to go away. I can’t look at you right now if I am to do this thing”, he says to me. He’s looking at the ground now. I hate it. He looks so vulnerable. I tune all of the other attendants out.
“Kurt”, I whisper. He can’t help raising his face. He looks at me through the large mirror that is part of his bureau.
“Haven’t we always said that we would be there for one another…through everything? What kind of man would I be if I left you in this moment of moments?”
He’s doing his strange face. It’s a mixture of anger, desperation, and sadness. Sometimes anger wins and other times he cries. I wait to see which one will win.
This time though he hides his face behind his portable mirror with rhinestones and says
“Leave”. He sounds so final and I can see Finn get closer to us so he could take me away. Before he reaches me I do as Kurt told me and go.