"Do you remember me?"

A world of memories in the blue.

Nothing in the hazel.

"No… no, I'm sorry, I don't."

"Come here, help me with this." Blaine fumbled with his bow tie. Usually he'd be able to secure one around his neck faster than he could even say bow tie, but today was different. Today his hands shook.

"Would you calm down already? I don't even know why you're so nervous." A pair of hands swatted at Blaine's, taking over.

"Cooper…" Blaine whined, reaching around his brother hands, patting at his own hair and trying to place a stray curl back in place.

"What? I get it, everyone's a little nervous on their wedding day, but you're shaking," Cooper pointed out, neatly tying his brother's bow tie. He then proceeded to shift it back and forth a little, making it dance, hoping the shorter Anderson would see a little humour in the act and relax.

Instead, the curly haired man scowled, and put on a face definitely learned from someone else. "Coop, stop. You know that Kurt-"

"Yes, yes. I know. Everyone who's come in contact with this suit over the past week knows," he smiled, dropping the bow tie and adopting his best impersonation of his younger brother, and a very whiny version at that, "'Kurt spent a lot of time working on this, it's not for gallivanting around.'"

It was only a couple nights ago when Blaine's friends tried to get him to put on the suit and go out for one last hurrah. There were mentions of alcohol, karaoke, and Oh god, I'm so not taking him to a gay strip club.

Blaine sighed and went to brush a hand through his hair, but Cooper grabbed his wrist and placed it back at his side, reaching forward to fix the curls himself. "He loves you, but if you walk in there with messy hair, he'll never forgive you for ruining his wedding."

Blaine sighed again and twitched his fingers as he restrained himself from ruining his hair. Cooper was right; Kurt wouldn't forgive him for that.

He'd forgone the heavy gel years ago, making it harder to keep the curls tame, but Kurt had preferred it when it was softer and looser. Kurt also had just wanted to style it according to his preference, and who was Blaine to refuse the pleading look on his face. Especially when he had begun to press kisses into his jaw and whispered out, "pretty please?"

Cooper walked around Blaine to a couch behind him, patting his shoulder as he went.

It wasn't so much that Blaine was nervous, he had no reason to be, and he knew that logically. It's just, this was a big day. He was impatient. He knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with this man, that was all he needed.

Kurt needed a big wedding, a show. A 'fuck you' to all the homophobic people who tried to make sure this never happened in the first place. He needed grand gestures to feel that he'd proven his love. Blaine just needed an 'I love you' at the end of the night, and the person he loved to spend the rest of his life with him.

Blaine was kind of simple like that, but he loved Kurt, and this was what Kurt wanted.

And it wasn't that Blaine didn't want the wedding. He really did. He had spent long nights staying up with Kurt, pouring over wedding plans and dreaming of what today would bring. Talking endlessly about how this was it. They were finally going to be able to get married. Because the law allowed them, and because they were ready for it. They were finally ready to move to that stage. Neither of the young men could figure out who was more excited about that.

Blaine was looking forward to sharing this with his friends and family. Happy to know that he would be a husband and not just a boyfriend anymore. He was looking forward to married life.

But standing in his dressing room, with only Cooper to keep him company? That part wasn't so much what he had been looking forward to.

He was looking forward to seeing Kurt again. Touching Kurt again. Kissing Kurt again. He was looking forward to being married. To having a husband. To being a husband. He was looking forward to the prospects of children. He was looking forward to –

"Would you stop already? Smoke's going to come out your ears soon," Cooper joked, cutting off his brother's thought. Blaine eyed him in the mirror, so Cooper gave him a more serious look, "Are you having second thoughts?"

Blaine's neck cracked as he whipped his head around to stare at his brother, and proceeded to stumble over his next stream of words: "What? No. Of course not. No! Cooper! Why would you even– No! Why would you think that?"

Cooper's face turned ashamed and he stood up, walking over to face his brother, "You didn't see the look on your face. And, really, you are shaking." He put both of his hands on Blaine's shoulders, trying to ease the tremors out of him and into the floor. "Besides, this is what I'm here for. Best man and all. No judgment on last minute freak outs."

Dark triangular eyebrows scrunched up on Blaine's face as he whispered, "I'm not having second thoughts… do you think he is?"

The older Anderson huffed as he withdrew his hands and moved to sit again, this time in a white armchair. "Of course not, Blaine, he was the one who proposed and everything."

"Hey! We talked about this." Blaine threw his hands slightly in the air.

"Yes, yes, you were all set to propose, too, I know." Blaine noted his eyes rolling as Cooper said that.

It had been a cozy night, just the two of them. They'd been sitting on a couch, curled up together when Kurt shifted away, looked into Blaine's eyes and simply said, "Marry me?" Blaine had immediately responded, swearing that of course, I'll marry you, then looked suddenly startled and barked out a no.

Then he had to do damage control as he swore up and down that yes, he'd marry him, just that he had already been planning to propose to Kurt at the dinner they had planned for Saturday night.

The curly haired man moved over to where Cooper was sitting, "Haven't I stressed it enough? I proposed a couple days later, but I had the ring and everything when he asked."

Cooper looked directly into Blaine's eyes, "No one's calling you a girl here."

Blaine flushed, "That's not what I was getting at." He walked back over the mirror and started to pick at small imperfections. A loose curl, non-existent lint.

"Then what are you getting at?" The voice sounded bored. This was something they'd talked around for a couple months now, but never actually addressed.

Blaine turned away from the mirror and leaned against the vanity. "I just wanted to make him really happy, you know?" He wouldn't make contact with the other man as he talked, "I just wanted to surprise him one day and make him fall even more in love with me."

Blaine had expected many things. Laughter was not one of them. And definitely not the amount and volume of the laughter making its way out of Cooper's mouth.

"That's why you're so stressed over this?" He tried to sober his mood, but even as he screwed his mouth shut, a smile slipped through.

"I don't see what there is to laugh about," Blaine grumbled as he crossed his arms and drew himself into the smallest form he could.

Cooper stood once again and walked over to his brother, pulling his hands away from his chest. "Blaine, if you don't think he fell a little more in love with you when you said yes, then I don't think we know the same Kurt."

Blaine huffed and tried to draw his hands back, but Cooper held tight.

"No, listen," Cooper stressed, "does he make you really happy? Just by being Kurt?"

Hazel eyes rolled, but his hands relaxed, "Of course. I love him."

"And did you fall more in love, just knowing that he wanted to marry you?"

"Yes."

"Then why would you think he wouldn't feel the same?" Cooper raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Blaine stared up at the taller of the two, then shifted away, embarrassed. "I'm being such a moron."

Cooper put his brother's hands down and grinned, "No. You're being a nervous fool. And that's fine."

The younger Anderson started to wring his hands together as he strolled over the white couch pushed up next to a window. He stopped dead beside it as if he'd had the biggest realization and stared at the floor. A smile slowly creeped over his face until it became a full-blown grin.

"Hey Coop? I'm getting married today." His hazel eyes were sparking with life.

"Yes, you are little brother. Are the nerves gone now? Not gonna pass out or anything?" He teased.

Blaine looked over, wonder in his face, "I think I'm still nervous… that I'm going to do something and mess it up for Kurt… but I'm getting married."

It was at that moment that the handle on the door rattled and a cheerful looking Mike Chang popped his head in the room.

"Hey there Mister, ready to get married?"

Cooper laughed, "I think we just got to that point."

Mike's face scrunched slightly as he looked between the two Anderson boys, but upon seeing the joy on Blaine's face, let it drop.

"Yeah, well," Mike started, "I believe everything's good to go out here, and Tina told me that Kurt's done getting ready."

Blaine rushed back over to the mirror, nudging his brother out of the way so he could check everything again.

"Hey!" Cooper yelped, "Okay, stop. You look fine." He grabbed at Blaine's shoulders and twisted him away from the mirror to face him.

Tucking that one wayward curl back again and patting down his lapel, Cooper turned him to face the Asian man at the door, "What do you think?"

Mike grinned like he knew a secret, "You and Kurt are going to make a really handsome couple."

Blaine thought that might make the nerves set back in, but instead he felt calm melt into his bones. He was getting married. He was going to be a husband. More importantly, he was going to be Kurt's husband. Kurt was going to be his husband.

"Let's go then," Blaine whispered, looking up with all the happiness in the world.

Cooper clapped him on the back and let out a little shout of encouragement. Fixing the flower in Blaine's jacket one last time, he led him over to the door where Mike waited.

The Asian man looked Blaine over once and grinned. Blaine nodded in response. "I'm getting married, Mike."

He laughed in reply and opened the door wider to let the two brothers out.

"So, run through with me what's happening again?" Cooper's voice came from behind him as they made their way down the hall.

Blaine scrunched his face up a bit, "Aren't you supposed to know these things? Best man and all?"

"Oh, just humour me."

The curly haired man sighed softly. Not out of annoyance, he simply felt in the right place. "You and Mike are going to go out to the garden, set up at the front. Kurt and I'll meet back in here and go out there together."

Mike tapped Cooper on the arm, "It's this door for us, come on. We've gotta be like ninjas getting around this place."

With wishes of good luck, the two older men departed, leaving Blaine on his own.

Blaine turned the corner and headed towards where he was going to find Kurt. He had been looking at the floor, trying to tone down his smile when he saw a pair of immaculate shoes, and knew exactly who they belonged to.

He trailed his eyes up the slender but muscular body until he found a pair of bright smiling blue eyes.

He sighed happily, "Kurt."