"What does it mean to you? Marriage, I mean," Kurt glanced at Blaine beside him as they strolled through Central Park.

"Acceptance. Legitimacy. Being equal to straight couples."

"No, I mean personally. Not as a political matter. What does it mean to you, to be married?"

"That I'll always be faithful to you." Blaine's voice broke as he said it.

"But we were supposed to have that already," Kurt said.

"I know, Kurt, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I ... learned a lot from my mistakes. Hard lessons that I'll never forget."

Kurt slipped his arm around Blaine's waist. "I know. I didn't mean to bring that up again, I'm sorry. I just meant, any exclusive relationship is supposed to have fidelity. What is it about being married that's different? I'm not sure I have a good answer for this myself, aside from the fairy-tale romance of it. I want to know what you think."

Blaine considered this for a moment. "I'm not sure. That it's long-term, maybe? That it's supposed to last forever?"

"Hmm, maybe," Kurt said. "Or maybe that it's supposed to be the most important relationship in your life? The central thing that anchors everything else?"

"Someone you can count on to always be there, no matter what."

"Someone who is familiar and comfortable, like your favorite pair of jeans."

"But who somehow manages to surprise you anyway."

"Someone to come home to."

"Someone who always feels like home."

They slowed and finally stopped under a tree, turning inward to face each other.

"You're just ... you're everything to me, Kurt," Blaine said, his eyes wide with love.

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but his voice wasn't cooperating with him anymore, so he nodded instead and whispered, "me too," even though that didn't quite make sense as a response.

Blaine gathered Kurt into his arms and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you so much. I swear to you, I will be everything you need, I'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of."

"Don't be silly, Blaine," Kurt said through his tears. "All I've ever dreamed of is you."

Blaine lost it then too, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," he whispered.

"Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt said, his voice full of wonder. "We're married."

"We really are."