"Do you take Kurt, to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you both shall live?" Blaine nodded, his eyes on Kurt. "I do," he said, squeezing Kurt's hand lightly. "And do you, Kurt, take Blaine, to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you both shall live?" "I do," Kurt said, blinking hard to keep his tears at bay.

"I now declare you husband and husband. You may kiss each other." "You don't need to tell me twice," Blaine said breathlessly, diving in to grab Kurt's face tenderly as the people around them laughed. As they pulled back, a little flower girl in a light blue dress came running up to them. "Claire," Blaine said, letting go of Kurt and crouching down to his daughter to pick her up.

"Papa," she said, laughing as he swung her around. "How does it feel, Mr. Anderson-Hummel," Kurt asked him, smiling softly. "How does what feel, Mr. Hummel-Anderson?" he asked. "Being married." "Well, it feels pretty good right now but I'll let you know in the morning," Blaine said with a wink, earning him a smack on the arm from his husband. "Idiot," Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes. "Now come on, we've got a reception to go to."

Blaine nodded, and grabbed Kurt's hand with his free one. They walked together as they greeted their families and friends. The rest of the night passed in a blur of dancing and eating and laughing and drinking, and somehow Kurt and Blaine ended up alone in a hotel room, while Claire stayed with Burt and Carole for the night.

Kurt giggled tipsily as they stumbled into their room, collapsing on the bed. Blaine followed soon after, collapsing on top of Kurt and giggling into his ear. "I love you," he said, leaning down to press his lips against Kurt's. "I love you too," Kurt answered, breaking the kiss. "I'm never letting you go again, Blaine," he whispered. Blaine smiled down at him. "I'm never saying goodbye to you."