Blaine stood, his legs not yet shaky, next to the podium. Behind him were David, Wes, Finn, Artie, Mike, and Cooper. Cooper, the best man, gave a nod to his brother when the music started. As Alice, Mercedes, Quinn, Sugar, and Tina walked down the aisle, Blaine couldn't help but find himself getting anxious. Finally, the music changed pace and Rachel came down the aisle, Kurt following, Carole and Burt at his side.

Blaine gasped. Even though he'd seen Kurt before the wedding, the sunlight shining down through the trees in the courtyard made Kurt look absolutely breathtaking. The sun made Kurt's hair an even lighter brown, his blue eyes gentle and seeping right down to what seemed to be the core of Blaine's soul. Was all of this real? Was he really marrying the most amazing, wonderful boy he'd known since birth? Of course, he'd imagined it, especially when he hit puberty... But he'd never expected to actually marry Kurt.

Kurt was in the same position of thought. Blaine looked so handsome, so... perfect. The way his eyebrows were quirked unknowingly at just the right level, the broad grin on his face, his gelled hair glimmering in the sun... Blaine was, in that moment more than ever, perfect. He couldn't lie to himself, though. Blaine was always perfect and he was just... Kurt. He couldn't actually believe that the broad, proud smile on Blaine's face was caused by him. Coincidentally, Blaine was having the same thoughts about Kurt's smile.

The walk was agonizing for both men. Kurt finally made it to the edge of the rows of beautiful white chairs. Blaine let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Who gives this man to be wed to the man standing here today?" The man behind the podium began to speak.

"I," Burt smiled proudly. "And I," Carole nudged Kurt's shoulder and he saw  proud tears fall from both Carole and Burt's eyes as Burt took them to their seats. Kurt couldn't help but think of how adorable they were as he stepped up, standing to face Blaine.

"No regrets?" Blaine whispered nervously.

"No regrets," Kurt mouthed before taking both of Blaine's hands in his own.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the long, undying love of these two young men, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, standing in front of me. Blaine has requested a simple prayer, but otherwise he has insisted that the ceremony have no relation to religion." When the man said this, Kurt sent Blaine a look of love. Blaine gently shrugged, one that only Kurt could detect. Kurt, respectfully, bowed his head during the prayer, but he couldn't close his eyes because he wanted to watch Blaine every second of their wedding. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Now, because this was a surprise wedding, Kurt was not able to write vows," Blaine smirked when this was said. Kurt gave him a look and mouth "No fair!" Blaine responded with, "Wait."

The man continued, "So, Blaine decided to make his wedding vows up on the spot as well." Kurt smiled at Blaine, who had been watching his face the whole time the man was talking. "Blaine, please proceed with your vows."

"Kurt," He squeezed the man soon to be his husband's hand, "You are the most beautiful and amazing person I know. I was so lucky to grow up with you and to have you as my best friend. We fought sometimes, but everyone did. I will always be here for you during the good times and the bad. I promise to always love you, no matter what. I promise to hold you close when you're sad and to laugh with you when you're happy. I promise that I will always be proud of you no matter what you do. But mostly, I promise to love you more than anyone else ever could." He sighed, there were tears in his eyes.

Kurt was choked up. "Blaine," he sniffled and wiped his eyes with a smile. "You are the bravest man I know. God knows what you've been through," He stopped himself for a second. He knew Blaine would joke around with him later about saying ‘God' when nearly the whole wedding had been worked around religion. "But, no matter what you go through, you always seem to want to be the strong one. Just know that you don't always have to be that guy around me. I'll always be there to hold you close, I promise. I promise to love you until the very end. I promise that, when our kids say we're lame, I will dance around with you even more to embarrass them. I promise that when we're in a nursing home and our kids don't come to visit, I will perform with you and annoy the staff by singing god-awful old songs. The most important thing I promise, however, is that my love for you won't die until I do. I never want to live a day without you, Blaine Anderson."

"Nor do I, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered, choking up as well.

"Blaine, repeat after me. I, Blaine Anderson, take Kurt, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." Blaine repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes. Kurt followed, saying the same phrases. Blaine couldn't help but feel that Kurt said them just a bit better. Kurt was feeling the same thing.

"Can we have the rings?" Finn stepped out from behind Blaine, patted his shoulder, hugged Kurt, and held out the ring pillow. Kurt took the ring from the pillow, Blaine took Kurt's ring from his pocket.

"Blaine, please repeat after me once more. With this ring, I thee wed. Place the ring on Kurt's finger." Blaine did so and smiled. "With this ring, I thee wed."

"Kurt, please take Blaine's hand and place the ring on his finger. With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed." Both men were in tears by this time. This was the moment they had been waiting for all their lives.

"Before this closes, if there is anyone here today who objects to this marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." The priest looked around. Blaine did a bit, as well, smiling down at his mother who was happy to attend. He looked back at Kurt, too lost in his eyes to notice the drunken man's entrance. The priest began to speak again.

"Well, then by the power vested in me by the state of New York I now-" The priest could not finish his sentence. The man that had silently walk in caught everyone's attention.

"I object!"

Both boys whipped around, not letting go of each other's hands the whole time. The priest's head popped up. Emily Anderson and Burt Hummel both gasped in disgust. Blaine jumped back and gulped down the urge to run up and punch the man standing at the end of the aisle. Luckily, his legs were momentarily frozen due to having stood so long.

"Dad?"