"Kurt? Earth to Kurt? Damn, dude, I have better fucking things to do than wait here for you to make up your mind, you know."

"Alright, fine. The blue one," Kurt said, handing Puck the tie he'd picked out. "And actually, you don't have anything better to do, so shut up. You're going to look great, though. Thanks again for doing this."

"If it was anyone other than you, I would've said no. But it's not every day I get to be bridesmaid and best man all in one," Puck said with a grin.

"At least I'm not making you wear some awful orange taffeta gown," Kurt said, smiling at him as he perfected his hair in the mirror.

"Thanks for that," Puck said. "Do I rate your approval?"

Kurt looked over him with a critical eye. "You're good to go," he said. "Will you go check on Blaine and Wes? I think we're running low on time."

"I'm on it. You look good, Kurt," Puck said, giving him a hug.

"Thanks, Puck. Hey, how is Jason?" Kurt asked.

"Three months and going strong. I'm amazed he hasn't called me yet. He usually doesn't go this long without the sound of my dulcet tones," Puck said with an arrogant smirk.

"Uh huh. He's probably grateful for the silence. Now, get out of here," Kurt said, shooing him from the room.

Once he was alone, he looked at his reflection and nodded. He was ready to go. The impeccably tailored black Dior Homme suit with thin black tie looked amazing, if he said so himself. It fit his shoulders snugly, emphasizing the fact that he'd gained all his weight back and turned it into muscle. Muscle that Blaine just happened to love. He was no body builder, but he was more lean and fit than he'd ever been and felt terrific. Looking down, he dusted a speck off his silver and black wingtip spectator shoes.

For it being his wedding day, he was surprisingly nerve-free. He wondered if it was the same with Blaine. Though they hadn't had much time to pull together a wedding, their Velocity teammates had insisted on the silly tradition of spending their last single night apart. Kurt had spent the night in Puck's room and Blaine had bunked with Wes and David.

Walking to the window, he looked down at the view. Times Square was more magnificent than he could have ever dreamed. The sights and sounds, Broadway, the people, it was magical. He and Blaine had walked through Central Park while holding hands the previous afternoon. Sharing a kiss in the middle of the crowd hadn't even raised a single eyebrow. The experience only served to confirm that they'd made the right choice to move here after they graduate from college. Smiling at the ant sized people down below, he couldn't believe how utterly happy he was. When Blaine had proposed all those months ago, he'd been hit with doubts. But in the end, he'd asked himself if he would ever love anyone more than he loved Blaine at that moment and the answer was a resounding no. He'd stuttered before yelling 'yes' at the top of his lungs, the excitement making his voice a shrill shriek. Half the team had clapped their hands over their ears before breaking into applause. After much discussion, he and Blaine had decided to get married at the courthouse while the team was in New York for the choir expo. The performances they'd seen from choirs around the country had been amazing. But privately, Kurt thought that the wedding was the most special event of their trip. Every team member had wanted to go, so there would be quite the audience in the tiny judge's chamber.

"Hey, little brother. You ready? The car is waiting downstairs. And your dad says, and I quote 'get your scrawny butt down here before he sends Finn to come get you'. Since we all know Finn would just get lost, I figured you'd want to get your scrawny butt down there," Cooper grinned.

"Alright. I think I'm ready," Kurt said, patting his pockets and confirming he had everything he needed. "Thanks again for flying out, Coop, it means a lot to me," he said as they left the hotel room and walked to the elevator. "I know Blaine was ecstatic to hear you were going to be able to make it. I think this whole thing has brought up parental issues he'd rather not deal with."

Stepping into the elevator and hitting the button for the lobby, Cooper nodded. "Yeah, I talked to him last night and gave him all the lectures I could think of that a parent would give. Then I called your dad and asked him to call him up and give him some more," he said with a wicked grin.

"That's low, Coop. Funny as hell, but low," Kurt chuckled.

"I may be his only blood family, but I'm still his big brother," he replied.

"Holy shit," Kurt said, his face suddenly draining of color.

"What?" Cooper said, concerned.

"I'm getting married," Kurt muttered, dazed.

"Yes, you are," he said, smacking him hard on the back. "Now you'll really be my little brother."

"Great," Kurt snorted.

. . . . .

Kurt, Cooper, and Puck went down the hall of the court building to the agreed upon meeting spot for the entire group. Coming around the corner, he came face to face with Blaine. Dressed in an identical suit, his only difference was the bowtie and his wingtip spectator shoes were red and black. The way his jacket hugged so close to his body made Kurt eager for their wedding night. Blaine could pull off a suit like nobody else in the world.

"Kurt," Blaine gasped. "You look amazing."

Kurt blushed, hugging his fiancé. "Ditto. You still take my breath away."

"None of that now, boys, we need to get moving," Carole said. She expertly corralled everyone into neat lines, Blaine and Kurt at the head and they moved to the appointed judges chambers.

Blaine took Kurt's hand. "Are you ready for this?"

Kurt beamed at him. "I was born ready."

. . . . .

"Ladies and gentleman, may I present, Mr. and Mr. Hummel!" Finn announced. The crowd gathered in the hotel ballroom for the reception cheered as Kurt and Blaine walked into the room. They stood and patiently greeted each and every person, team members and family alike. When everyone had received a hug and a thank you for coming, they took their seats at the head table.

After dinner, Puck tapped his wine glass before picking up a microphone. "I'd like to make a toast. To the grooms. Kurt, I feel like I've known you forever. From the days of throwing you in the Dumpster," this was met with a loud 'boo'. "I know, I know. But Kurt, you made me proud to be different, to be who I am. And that was before I realized I liked kissing dudes as much as I liked kissing girls. Blaine, you make Kurt happy. That makes you alright in my book," he said and raised his glass. "To the happy couple, may you always get laid; in sickness and health, richer and poorer. Mazel tov!"

While Burt tried not to choke on his wine, the crowd yelled 'cheers' and drank to the couple. Cooper stood up next and walked to get the mike from Puck. Blaine groaned quietly in Kurt's ear. Kurt smacked his leg and grinned at his husband. Husband! He would never tire of saying or thinking the word.

"To my two little brothers. You are an example to all of us of what love should be. Blaine, I know we both wish things could be different in our family, but look around you. Every person who is here is your family. There are those we'd love to strangle." At this, people pointed at Puck and some at Rachel. Blaine pointed at Cooper. "There are those we wouldn't be able to do without." Kurt pointed at Blaine and his father. Blaine pointed at Kurt. "There are those we only speak to on special occasions." Nobody pointed a finger, but some looked guilty which got some chuckles. "But all of us are here for you when you need us. And that is what family is all about. I love you guys," Cooper said and raised his glass. "Salud!"

After many more toasts, Kurt stood up and took the mike. "Blaine. You are my husband, my best friend, my soul mate. From the moment I met you, you have encouraged me to be a stronger, braver person. Encourage means 'to make courageous'. You do this every day. Every time you tell me you love me, every time you tell me I've done well at something, you make me more courageous. I am the luckiest man in the world and I am so proud to call you my husband. I love you. To Blaine Hummel!" Everyone repeated the toast amidst tears and applause.

Blaine was next, wiping his eyes with a napkin before addressing the crowd. "How do you top that? Kurt, you brought color to my life. And I don't just mean through your fabric swatches and fashion choices," he said with a grin as people chuckled. "You were a shining beacon among people who dressed and acted the same, inside Dalton and outside. You made me want to be myself more than I wanted to please others and for that I thank you. We all know we went through hell this year. Though I would never, ever want to repeat it, I did learn an important lesson. I am a better person with you in my life and I will love you forever."

Kurt leapt up and grabbed his husband, slanting their lips together in a hot, wet, passionate kiss. For several minutes, they only knew each other, nobody else existed. As they tasted each other, savoring the feel of their tongues and lips dancing, the entire world was gone. A napkin landing on Kurt's head broke them apart. Dazed for a moment, Kurt reached up to see what had been thrown.

"Who. Threw. This. On. My. Hair?" he asked, his face a mask of fury.

Everyone pointed at Cooper. "Aw shit. Quick, Blaine, kiss him again!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt and dipped him backward, laying another passionate kiss on his husband's soft lips. Pulling back, they stared into each other's eyes. "We'll get him back later, baby," Blaine assured him with a smile.

"I know," Kurt grinned.

"Okay, enough of that. It's time for the first dance. Kurt, Blaine, if you will," Wes announced, pointing toward the dance floor.

Rachel, Tina, Mercedes and Santana took their place on the stage. As they began singing, Blaine twirled Kurt around the dance floor.

The first time ever I saw your face

I thought the sun rose in your eyes

And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the endless skies

On the stairs at Dalton, neither had any way of knowing that the moment their eyes met, their destinies were decided.

The first time ever I kissed your mouth

I felt the earth move in my hands

Like the trembling heart of a captive bird

That was there at my command my love

That first sweet, fervent kiss opened both of their hearts and minds to the power of love.

The first time ever I lay with you

I felt your heart so close to mine

And I knew our joy would fill the Earth

And last, and last, and last till the end of time

The first time ever I saw your face

Your face, your face, your face

That first night together, vulnerable, passionate, life changing, brought two hearts together and made them one.

Leaning his head against his husband's shoulder, Blaine whispered, "Forever."

"Forever," Kurt agreed. And even that would only be the beginning.

The End