Blaine happened to be visiting New York when the decision was handed down. He was there for the week, doing some NYADA orientation things, looking around the city for apartments, getting his bearings. He was staying with Kurt, Rachel, and Santana of course, sleeping on the couch. They knew it was decision day at the Supreme Court, and the three of them were glued to the TV screen, except for how they were constantly checking Twitter and news websites so they would be sure to know the second the news was available.

DOMA was declared unconstitutional, and Proposition 8 was struck down in some complicated way that none of them understood, but it was clear that all the news was good. There was squealing and jumping up and down, and Rachel and Santana may have accidentally kissed each other, and Kurt and Blaine were definitely making out, because even though that was not supposed to happen, it kept on happening.

The day passed in a surreal fog of too many appointments for Blaine, and Kurt going in late to work, and both of them erupting into fits of giggles and delight whenever they lost focus and started to think about it again. They met for a quick dinner near Kurt's office and then headed out to the celebrations. There was a little bit of drinking, just enough to get tipsy, not fully drunk. Mostly they were high on the joy of it, the celebration and the signs and the costumes, the gay couples and the revelry all around them on the streets.

"Let's get married," Kurt said.

"Yes," Blaine said automatically. "Any day you want, you know that I'll be there, always and forever."

"Today," Kurt said.

Blaine blinked at him. "What?"

"Right now," Kurt said. "I want to be part of history. I want us to be part of today."

Blaine swallowed hard. "I ... yes. Okay."

They raced to city hall, hand in hand, giggling and giddy, and they filled out a license and said their vows with a couple of random city employees in attendance as witnesses. They took a cab back to the apartment because neither of them felt capable of navigating the subway, and they fell into bed without even stopping to wonder where Rachel and Santana were and when they might be home. They fucked and they made love and then they fucked again, and they fell asleep in a tangled pile of sweat and bodies, together.

Kurt woke up late the next morning, blinking in the sunlight, completely comfortable under Blaine's naked body and simultaneously cursing himself for falling into bed with his ex-boyfriend again. It took him several minutes to remember exactly what they'd done.

"Um ... Blaine?"

Blaine groaned and rolled over. He looked at Kurt's face and blinked a few times. "I think we accidentally got married," Blaine said, his voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah," Kurt said. "We did."

"We ... um ... that was probably rash. We could get an annulment or something, I'm sure, if you ..."

"Let's not," Kurt said.

"Really?"

"Just don't tell my dad, okay? Let everyone think that our big wedding is the real one."

"Our big wedding?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Kurt said without explanation.

Blaine looked at him silently for a few moments. Then he nodded. "Okay."

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."