Kurt reached forward and straightened Blaine's bowtie. It was an adorable, green and white striped accessory, that perfectly matched his forest green pants. Blaine's sense of fashion was one of the many things Kurt loved about him. He took a moment to sneak an adoring look into Blaine's eyes.

“Are you ready?” Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled at him brightly.

“Are you ready?” he replied.

“Fair enough,” Blaine chuckled. The early morning light was streaming through their hotel room. The pair was staying at an adorably quaint bed and breakfast on the outskirts of Lima. It was a mansion that was once an old summer home of a famous actor, or something. They weren't sure of the particulars. When the owner had been explaining, Blaine had been too busy distracting Kurt by putting his arm around his husband's waist and sneakily trying to tickle him in the side.

“My stomach just feels tingly, I guess,” Kurt says as he pulls on his own suit jacket and straightens the sleeves.

“Aww, you're nervous,” Blaine says, an adoring smile on his face directed at Kurt. He wrapped his arms around his slight waist from behind and held him tight.

“Everything is going to be amazing,” he whispered into Kurt's ear.

Kurt smiled nervously.

“I'm not so sure,” he replied, straightening his sleeves again for the umpteenth time.

“Kurt.” Blaine grabs at his husband's hands willing him to stop his compulsive habit.

“You are amazing, and you're going to do fine today. If anyone's got this in the bag , it's you. Plus, what makes my dad any different than any other person you've met, hmm?”

Kurt sighs.

“I don't know! I just get like this sometimes! I can't calm down. I hope you know that. I hope you are aware that you married a freak. How are you not nervous, Blaine?”

That afternoon, they were having dinner with their families. Kurt was meeting Blaine's dad. He wasn't very excited about the idea. He had heard stories about Blaine's father, and they definitely weren't pleasant.

“You are not a freak, Kurt. You're adorable, and smart, and sexy as hell,” he proclaimed, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's collar. “And if you happen to have some quirks, well, I don't mind. Do you really wanna know how I'm not nervous?” Blaine asks.

“Yes!” Kurt exclaims. I'm dying to know! How are you so calm?”
“Because, I have an amazing husband, and I will be thinking of him the entire time I'm there. Nothing in life, no matter how terrifying, can beat that wonderful feeling I get when I look into his eyes.”

Kurt blushed deeply, and took his wrists from Blaine's hands, no longer feeling the need to obsessively straighten his already perfect sleeves.

“Well, it sounds like you have an amazing husband, then.”

“Yeah,” Blaine laughed. “I do. You should meet him some time, I have a feeling you both might have a lot in common.”

Kurt laughed and threw his arms around his husband's neck.

“Hey, look,” Blaine began. “No matter what happens out there tonight, we're still gonna have each other, okay? And I'm going to love you no matter what.”

Kurt sighs.

“Alright,” he says. “I'll try and be less nervous, alright?”

Meeting Blaine's dad ends up being worse than Kurt could've ever imagined.

They arrive at Blaine's house. When they get there, Burt, Carol, Cooper, and Mrs. Anderson were already there. Apparently Mr. Anderson was out, buying last minute things for the dinner. When he arrived, he didn't hesitate to come up to Kurt and ambush him with questions. The three men were in the living room, while everyone else was in the kitchen or dining room setting up.

“So… Kurt? That's your name, right? How are you and Blaine doing? If you don't mind me asking, why are you still married? I mean, Match law's over! Why didn't you get divorced, huh?” Blaine's father couldn't fool anyone with this simpleton approach of asking questions. It was more than well known that he was a lawyer. All of Blaine's life he had been a full time lawyer, and a full time absentee father, who left the matter of raising children to his wife, so he could go and pursue his career.

Blaine looked over at Kurt, to see if he wanted to take this question, but apparently Kurt was still too nervous to function, so Blaine took it.

“Well, we had a lot of problems to work through, but after we did, everything was great.”

“Great?!” Mr. Anderson exclaimed. “How could it be great?! Our country forced you to get married based off of the results of some data based off of your social media accounts! How are you two not traumatized? Are you sure you just didn't stay married just because you didn't want to go through the trouble of divorce?”

Blaine was about to say something, but then Kurt interrupted.

“No! Definitely not. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, or disrespectful. I think that you are wonderful, honestly. But you don't know Blaine or me, or our relationship. Yes, we know lots of people who had horrible matches, and awful marriages, and got divorced as soon as the law was abolished. And rightfully so. But Blaine and I...” Kurt glanced in his husband's direction.

“I love Blaine, so much. And I hate that we had to have some terrible law bring us together. I wish that I could've fallen in love with him the right way, the proper way. I wish that I had the chance to woo him with flowers and cards. But the way we happened doesn't change how we feel about each other now. I love your son.”

“Kurt,” Blaine said in quiet admiration, breathing out in disbelief.

His father crossed his arms, apparently even more upset now that Kurt answered him with a legitimate explanation.

“Oh please. You love each other? I know about you, Kurt. I heard my son talking about you when you were both in high school. You hated each other. And now you're madly in love? What bull.” He scoffed. “You expect me to believe that everything just worked itself out?”

“Well,” Kurt interrupted, “we were definitely just being polite to each other for a while because we had to. But I have to be honest, after a while, when I put aside all of my petty dislike for Blaine, I realized I had feelings for him too.”

Blaine reaches forward and grabs Kurt's hand.

“Dad, please don't do this,” Blaine implores.

“Do what? I'm just trying to look out for you. And you know what, you may love each other now, but I've done hundreds of divorce cases. This won't last. And when you need a lawyer, Blaine,” he says, looking at his son, “call me.”

He stalks off into the kitchen, calling his wife's name and demanding to know what's for dinner.

Blaine turns to face Kurt.

“Thank you for saying all that.”

Kurt looks at him in surprise.

“You don't have to thank me, I was just telling the truth.” Kurt smiles brightly. “Blaine, I love you, and I know I will never stop loving you. I don't care about what your dad says. I want to be with you forever, and nothing will ever change that.”

Blaine looks down, cheeks reddening, then looks back up at Kurt.

“Hey, do you want to go on a honeymoon?”

Kurt laughs.

“Isn't it a little late for that? We've been married for more than a year and a half.”

“Okay, what about a slightly belated anniversary trip? Come on, we didn't have a real honeymoon after we got married, and I wanna go away with you.”

“Hmm,” Kurt says, thinking. “Well, I think I could get a week or two off from the show, give my understudy a couple shows.”

“And I could take a break from songwriting for a bit, ask Mercedes to push our deadline back a few weeks.”

Kurt smiles. “Okay, let's go somewhere. Where do you want to go?”

“I'd go anywhere with you,” Blaine says, swinging Kurt's hand.

He laughs.

“Oh gosh, you are so cheesy.”

“I'm glad you think that,” Blaine says, “because that perfectly offsets your sarcasm.”

Kurt shakes his head and smiles.

“You know, I think for once, they were right. We make a perfect match.”