I busied myself in the kitchen making dinner while my fiancé sat on the couch flipping through a magazine. After a few more minutes he threw the magazine down with a scream of frustration.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes. All these wedding magazines are geared towards women!"

"There's got to be a few aimed at men." I said walking over to him.

"Not that I've seen."

I picked up the magazine he threw and looked at it. "This magazine has to be more accepting than others I mean look at this model she was clearly born a man." I said pointing to the prettiest girl in the magazine.

"She was not."

"No look, you can see her Adam's apple."

"She does not have an Adam's apple."

"She does, it's a small one but she totally has one...and is that a five o'clock shadow I see?"

"Where?"

"Look really close."

"You know I think I do see it." I could him relax a little.

I flipped the page to a photo of a wedding party.

"And see these two guys?" I asked pointing to the groom and best man, "well this is actually their wedding."

"Then why is that one holding hands with a woman in a bridal gown?"

"Because they are best friends and it's a double wedding...she's marrying this guy." I said pointing to the guy standing slightly behind the others.

"I love you but if you ever say the words double wedding around Rachel I will murder you."

I nodded.

"Maybe you could talk to Isabelle of doing a special edition of Vogue.com dedicated to grooms." I told him.

"Maybe."

"Now come on dinner is ready and besides I hate that centerpiece you were looking at."

"What's wrong with that centerpiece?"

"It's ugly."

"I liked it."

"Too bad because we are not getting it."

"Blaaine." He whined.

"Kuurt." I whined back.

"Fine." He huffed as I set his plate in front of him.

As we ate I noticed that he kept looking at his lap and that's when I realised he had brought the magazine with him to the table.

"If you are going to be looking at magazines at dinner at least you can put it on the table so I can see it to."

"Sorry."

"It's fine Sexy."

He placed the magazine in the middle of the table and we flipped through it together, stopping on the page that had the centerpiece he had been looking at.

"It really is ugly isn't it?" he said looking at it and scrunching his nose.

"It's hideous."

"I think I spent too long looking at magazines today, I can't tell what I like anymore."

"Oh don't worry Sexy. I know what you like." I said waggling my eyebrows.

"You can make anything into a sex thing can't you?"

"Pretty much...I blame you though...looking so sexy with that ring on your finger."

"If it were up to you I'd never wear anything but this ring." I told him holding my hand up.

"That's not true...I'd also allow you to wear a butt plug...and maybe a cock ring."

"Are you forgetting that we share this apartment with two other people? One of them being my brother."

"I've been thinking about that...I think it's time we looked at houses. Once we're married we're going to want our own space...especially since I'm planning on ravishing you a lot more than I already do."

"How is that even possible?"

"Don't worry about it Sexy...I have plans."

"So while I'm planning our wedding you're planning our wedding night?"

"Oh Sexy I am planning so much more than just our wedding night."

He gulped.

"So...yeah...a house...that would be good."

"Well it doesn't have to be a house we'll look at apartments too and see what we like best...just as long as it has a lot of rooms."

He shifted in his seat no doubt remembering when we first became a couple and christened every room in this apartment.

"Fuck."

"Eat your dinner Kurt, it's getting cold."

"The new place has to have a walk in closet or two." He said looking wishfully to the room that was once mine, we had wanted to turn it into a closet for him last year but Rachel wouldn't allow it unless she got half of it and since Kurt refused to share it we ended up leaving it as a spare room.

"Those will need to be christened too." I teased taking a bite of my dinner.

"You are determined that I walk with a permanent limp aren't you?"

"Don't forget that as soon as we are done christening all the rooms with me topping we're going to do it all over again with you topping."

"That is a lot of sex."

"Good thing we are amazing at it then."

He smiled before glancing at the magazine again.

"I don't know what you are talking about, that centerpiece is gorgeous."

"Ok, you have had enough wedding planning for one day that centerpiece looks like vomit."

"It does not look like vomit!"

"Ok it doesn't but it is pretty horrible."

"I'm putting it in the maybe pile."

"If you get those centerpieces I will spend the whole reception throwing them out."

"You would not."

"You're right I'd burn them, everyone will be like 'Hey Kurt where's your husband?' and then you'd have to tell them I was off burning the ugly ass centerpieces you insisted on getting."

"Fine...I'll keep looking."

"I saw one I liked in that magazine you were looking at yesterday."

He went and got the magazines he had been looking the day before; I grabbed the one from the pile and flipped through it until I got to the centerpiece.

"That one?" He asked pointing at the picture.

I nodded.

"It's a bit....traditional don't you think?"

"Honey I think the fact we are both men means that nothing about our wedding will be traditional."

"I'll put it in the maybe pile."

"Thank you." I said knowing that was the best I could hope for at the moment, Kurt was so focused on making sure we had the perfect wedding that nothing had been put in the yes pile yet. I wasn't worried though as I knew that it might take him a while but eventually he'd put together the perfect wedding for us. Personally, I didn't really care about the details...well expect for that centerpiece I really fucking hate that centerpiece... but as long as I was married to Kurt at the end of the day I'd be happy.