Chapter Five: The Wedding

The day of the wedding dawned clear and bright. When Blaine approached the Hummel household he found it in a frenzy. It was Gary who opened the door. He hustled Blaine into the kitchen. Kurt had a phone pressed his ear, arguing with whoever was on the other end. Blaine seated himself and watched until Kurt slammed the phone down.

Slumping down on the seat next to Blaine, Kurt pressed his forehead into Blaine’s shoulder.

“There’s a reason people plan weddings over a long period of time,” he moaned wearily.

“Everything will be fine,” Blaine said, bringing his arm around and rubbing his back.

“Except we might not have the right flowers.”

“Do you think when Carol and your Dad see each other today they’re gonna care about what flowers Carol has in her bouquet?”

“No,” Kurt replied slowly.

“What’s left to do?” Blaine asked. Kurt looked up at the kitchen clock.

“Well we have two hours before we need to leave and I need to make sure Dad and Gary have dressed in their suits properly without creasing them, then I’ve got to sort myself out and do my hair. So do you by the way.”

“What?” Blaine lifted the arm that wasn’t around Kurt to pat his loose curls, “what am I doing with my hair?”

“I have some gel on my vanity, you look smarter when you gel your hair down, not that I don’t love your curls,” Kurt replied running his fingers through said curls, before lightly pressing his lips to Blaine’s. Blaine swiftly caught the back of Kurt’s head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and pressing his body in closer. When they broke apart Kurt was breathing hard.

“Well hello to you,” he said.

“Mmhmm, hello,” Blaine replied, before moving back in only to find Kurt’s hand suddenly in the way.

“Nope, I still have to do my hair remember,” Kurt said, hopping off the bar stool and grabbing Blaine’s hand.

Blaine was deposited in Kurt’s room where he sat down in front of Kurt’s elegant vanity and picked up the small pot of hair gel. Briefly Blaine considered when Kurt had bought hair gel as he’d never seen him use it but decided Kurt probably had a supply of all sort of hair products.

*

The choir room at Mckinley was small, plastic chairs were set up on raised platforms forming shallow steps, some band equipment was set up in one corner and a piano was at the front. There were eleven people sitting in the room, Blaine could see from the door, none of them were Kurt. He stepped in. A pale blonde in a cheerleaders uniform looked up.

“Who are you?” she asked. Suddenly eleven sets of rather teary eyes were on him. Blaine became very aware that he was still wearing his blazer, the Dalton crest branding him the enemy. Not a smart move.

“Oh hell no, whatever you’re selling we ain’t buyin,” a rather well built boy with a Mohawk stood up. Blaine stepped back and held his hands up in front of him.

“I’m not here as competition,” he supplied quickly. “I’m looking for Kurt, we met the other day and I haven’t heard from him since, I just wanted to check he was ok.” A short brunette burst in to dramatic tears, Blaine’s heart plummeted. “He isn’t, is he?” he asked quietly.

“How would Kurt know anyone from Dalton?” The second blonde cheerleader asked, this one had a slightly darker shade of hair and a suspicious look on her face.

“He spied on the Warblers last week, sort of, I met him then. He was unhappy, lonely, I gave him some advice,” Blaine quickly explained.

“Oh crap,” Mohawk mumbled, sitting back down heavily. The room was silent for a second, the heavy atmosphere was stifling.

“What happened to him?” Blaine choked out, his throat closing up in despair. A pretty black girl stood up, holding her phone in her hand.

“You helped my boy?” she asked. Blaine could only shrug. She passed him the phone, a text was up on the screen, dated the day he’d met Kurt. It was from him.

                                    I met someone today. He’s perfect. X

Blaine blinked at the screen, the looked back up at the girl.

“He crashed his car, he’s alive but in a coma. The doctor’s aren’t sure he’ll…he’ll…” the girl burst into tears, unable to finish the sentence. She didn’t need too.

Visions of the accident he’d passed that day, and Kurt’s tear streaked but beautiful face flashed through Blaine’s mind as his knees gave out and he hit the floor.

*

Two hours later Burt, Gary and Blaine had all be given Kurt’s seal of approval to be seen in public and Kurt had finally excepted Burt’s assurances that he like great (and had blushed heavily at Blaine’s quietly growled comment about how sexy he looked in a suit). The four of them settled into the rented car, careful to not crinkle clothes.

The ceremony was beautiful. The decorations, in Blaine’s humble opinion, were perfect and he said as much to Kurt.

The reception was in full swing and Blaine watched Burt and Carol share their first dance. He sat next to Kurt at the head table. On Kurt’s other side were Burt and Carol’s empty seats while the other end of the table was occupied by Carol’s son Finn and his girlfriend, who Kurt seemed to dislike for some reason.  

Burt, rather unsubtly, waved his hand gesturing for Kurt and Finn to move onto the dance floor. Kurt pulled Blaine up with him and they joined the newlyweds on the floor. Once more people had joined them and the dance was sufficiently full he leaned into Blaine more.

“Thanks for coming today,” he whispered.

“There is no where I’d rather be than here right now,” Blaine replied truthfully. Kurt pulled back, his expression made Blaine’s heart jump into his mouth.

“I love you Blaine,” Kurt said with a sigh. Blaine’s heart skipped a beat. He was overwhelmed for a second before he opened his mouth to reply. But before he could Kurt’s expression changed to horror and he spoke again.

“I’m sorry, I… that was… I… have to go.” Then he was gone. Blaine blinked once, twice before turning to chase after Kurt.