Quiet murmuring filled the ballroom of the elegant downtown hotel. The marriage ceremony was over and now everyone was gathered, waiting for the wedding party to arrive so that the reception could begin. Blaine smiled down at the tiny bride and groom atop the elaborate wedding cake. He was a sucker for weddings and this one had been a long time coming.

People milled around, partaking in the appetizers and the full bar while they waited for the bride and groom to appear. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kurt appear, returning from making some last minute repairs to the bride's gown to fix damage that had been done during the ceremony, so that the dress would be perfect for the photos. The sight of him made Blaine's heart beat faster and the now familiar feelings of love, contentment, and 'pin him up against a wall' lust pulsed through his veins.

Kurt made a quick detour to the buffet and added a few bite-sized cheesecakes to a small plate before continuing over to Blaine. "Mission accomplished," he declared before popping the first cheesecake into this mouth.

The sound of enjoyment that Kurt made as he ate caused every hair on Blaine's arms to stand up. He glanced around to make sure that no one was standing in their immediately vicinity before leaning close, his lips right against Kurt's ear. "If you don't stop making noises like that we won't make it to the end of the reception. I'll have to drag you out of here to have my wicked way with you."

Red flares bloomed on Kurt's cheeks and he shot Blaine a flirtatious glance. "Promises, promises," he cooed before finishing off the next cake and making loud cartoony 'yummy' noises.

Blaine laughed so hard he actually snorted. "You know if you're going to be part of the Anderson family you really need to become more blasé and jaded. You're giving us a bad name with all of your obvious enjoyment and enthusiasm."

Kurt looked down at the engagement ring on his finger, still not used to seeing it there, even after two months. "Please, you are the least stuffy family I know. I think I'm actually the shrinking violet here. At least I'm not known to break out into song at a moment's notice like you and Rachel."

"Hey, that's only happened a few times and only when the party was really dull. We had to do something to liven things up or people were going to leave."

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that."

Blaine basked in the warmth of Kurt's smile. He couldn't believe how far they'd come and knew that he would never take another moment for granted again. Kurt had recovered quickly after waking up from his coma, to the astonishment of all his doctors. He had lost most of his powers, something he had anticipated would happen when he fell in love, though he could still produce the odd firework from time to time. The good part of Kurt losing his powers was discovering that he was now aging normally. Kurt hadn't been happy to discover his first grey hair until he realized what it meant. The knowledge that they would be able to grow old together removed the last reservations either of them had about making a life together. Kurt had spent the last year starting his own fashion line and it was proving more successful than either one of them ever hoped.

Blaine had decided that he didn't want to try and fight the board's decision. He had kept his position at the company and who knew, maybe when he was older and had more experience he might find himself in charge, but until then he was content. Without the pressure of trying to get ahead at the company he had taken up music again and had a regular gig at a local music club. All of that and Kurt to come home to at night, well, it was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Kurt slipped his arm through Blaine's and cuddled against him, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine was just about to suggest they step outside for a moment when they were interrupted.

"God, don't the two of you get enough action at home? Or do you have some kind of kink, where you can only be satisfied by doin' it in public? Cause if that's the case then I approve."

Blaine gave a heavy sigh. "Santana, lovely to see you, as always."

Kurt wasn't quite as polite. "I don't think you're in much of a position to talk after that video Brittany sent us last week," he sniped. "By the way, I have to log an objection to use of silk charmeuse in that way. It ruins the shape of the fabric. Not to mention it's unsanitary."

"Well, well, well. Score one for the ex-genie in the custom tux." Santana grimaced a bit and leaned in towards the woman beside her. "Britt, that reminds me. We need to have a little talk about our private home movies, stress on the private."

"Sorry, you just looked really beautiful in that one and I just wanted everyone to see. At least it wasn't the one with the saw horses. I remembered that you especially said not to tell anyone about that one."

Kurt's eyes grew wide as he silently mouthed the word "saw horses?" and Santana groaned, covering her face with both hands. Blaine just laughed, delighted more and more each day that Brittany had come into Santana's life. Like Kurt, Brittany had lost most of her powers over the last year as her relationship with Santana had developed into love. She had found her calling as a volunteer for a local animal shelter, where she was proving to be a revelation at rehabilitating problem animals. Articles had been written about her uncanny ability to understand what an animal needed and she was being courted by publishers to write a book.

Although she would never admit it, Santana had been inspired by seeing her friends find work that was meaningful to them, so she had finally given up the idea of returning to law school and had taken a management role at the modeling agency, which she had evidently always secretly wanted, even covering for Sue when she left on an extended honeymoon. She kept joking that she was going to have business cards printed up with the title of 'HBIC', but Blaine didn't think she was joking.

He couldn't believe how much everyone's lives had changed and almost all of it could be tied back to Kurt. He caught a glimpse of Rachel and Finn, who were analyzing the chairs being used at the reception with an intensity that was slightly worrying. Rachel's musical was set to open on Broadway early the next year and she had in fact been promoted to understudying for a featured role. She had blossomed in New York, just as driven and intense as ever, but now tempered with a confidence that made her less confrontational. Finn had spent the year travelling back and forth to New York and seemed ready to make the move permanent.

A loud laugh pulled Blaine's attention to a group of women gathered at one of the tables. His mother was laughingly recounting some story that had them all enthralled. The sad, brittle woman of the past was no longer. She had shaken off the ghosts of her past friendships and created a new group of confidants for herself, filled with artists and philanthropists. She had proven to be Rachel's number one cheerleader during her efforts in New York, flying out to comfort her when she was having a particularly hard time and being front row center for many of the workshop performances. She had finally realized that Blaine and Rachel needed to live their own lives and pursue they own passions and not live for the family. She had even encouraged Blaine to leave Anderson World Wide and return to music full time, but he was happy where he was at the moment.

Suddenly the wide double doors opened and Quinn and Puck appeared, dressed in all of their wedding finery. The guests applauded loudly and Quinn blushed as Puck kissed her hand. The last year had been an eventful one for the pair. After her breakdown during Kurt's hospitalization, Quinn had examined her life and not liked what she had seen. Despite her parent's disapproval she had quit her job at Anderson Worldwide and started an agency that offered counseling and adoption services to pregnant teens. She and Puck had put aside whatever their past differences were and surprised everyone when they began dating. Quinn had worked hard at repairing her relationship with Blaine and forging a new one with Kurt and though things were still not perfect they were getting better every day.

Dinner passed quickly, with humorous toasts from friends and both Quinn and Puck's mothers (Quinn's father had chosen not to attend). Finally, everyone was ushered into a second room so that the dancing could begin. After the bride and groom had their first dance Blaine coaxed Kurt out onto the floor and pulled him into his arms.

"You know, I was thinking about our costumes for the upcoming costume party," Blaine said.

Kurt arched a brow and dipped Blaine low to the ground before responding suspiciously. "Yes?"

Blaine reached in for a quick peck before twirling Kurt out and back. "Have you given any more thought to that 'I Dream of Jeannie' outfit?"