So I want to get back to writing. It's awful - I'm studying for a degree in Creative Writing but I barely write anything. So I've decided to return to fanfiction properly. I do miss it, so much. This is where my passion for writing really came from, even though I did write loads as a kid. It was Glee's last ever day of filming yesterday and I got quite upset. But I love this fandom, I love this community, and I want to come back to you. I am never, ever saying goodbye to Glee.

This is based on 4x15 and 6x08, so don't read if you haven't seen them both. Love you lots xxx

The door to the large hotel room opened and two smiling men in black suits walked in. They were hand in hand, the taller one leading the way, looking over his shoulder as if to check that his new husband were still there. He was.

Blaine closed the door behind him, hearing the dull click, then the room fell into silence for a few seconds. They regarded each other, hands held tightly and smiles still as bright as they had been when they'd first become husbands. They were married now. Both men tried desperately to get their heads around that fact.

Kurt was the first to break the quiet. He exhaled loudly, his breath catching at the end in a way that made it sound like a laugh. "We did it," he breathed. Gently, he shook his head. "Did it take us some time, but we did it."

The smile on Blaine's face was electric. Every second it beamed brighter. "I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed Kurt on his lips, relishing in the fact that not only was he allowed to, but that he was meant to, that he would be able to for the rest of their lives.

When Kurt pulled out of the kiss, he whispered, "I swear I love you more every day." He pecked Blaine on the lips, then did it again for good measure. "Every day, I love you more and more."

Blaine's eyes widened slightly. His mouth dropped open as if to say something, but no words came out. He huffed a laugh, then said, "Never knew I could feel like this."

Kurt tilted his head a little to the right. He hesitated, then replied, "Like I've never seen the sky before."

Blaine pulled away with a laugh. He fumbled in his pockets and pulled out his phone. "We never did get our first dance," he stated. He found his music and went on to his Kurt playlist, the playlist that he'd been building since their first Christmas together, the one that he had never been able to bring himself to delete. He found the song he was looking for, then turned around to plug it in to the speakers on the side table. He turned back around. "Can I have this dance?"

Kurt blushed. He couldn't help it. He was the luckiest man in the world. "Yes," he said. He couldn't believe how much his life could have changed in a few short years. "Yes you may."

One of Blaine's arms wrapped around Kurt's waist, the other held his hand. Their stance was close, with barely a breath of air between them. Slowly, they danced to the music that was spilling out of the speakers and into the room. They mouthed the lyrics to each other, not wanting to break the quiet serenity of the moment, and when Ewan McGregor sang about vanishing inside a kiss, both men moved in to kiss each other. It was slow but sensual, and lasted longer than they had felt comfortable doing on the raised stage earlier. When they broke apart they grinned each other, then Blaine rested his cheek against his husband's.

"Seasons may change," Blaine sang softly. "Winter to spring."

"But I'll love you," Kurt replied, "until the end of time."

They let the vocals wash over them as they just celebrated being together. Blaine felt Kurt's ring against his fingers and smiled.

"Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place," Kurt whispered. He brought their joined hands to rest against his other cheek.

Then Blaine pulled away gently, keeping their hands clasped. He raised them, and sang, "It all revolves around you." He was a beat too early, but that didn't stop Kurt from smiling as he span himself slowly, coming out of it with a peck to Blaine's nose.

They returned to their hold, closer this time. Blaine turned his head so that he could kiss his husband's neck, and Kurt sighed happily. It felt like they were walking in the sky, on clouds up with the stars. They were tired and worn out and admittedly still a little confused. In the back of their minds, they knew that as soon as they crossed back over onto Ohio soil, their marriage would not be recognised. But in that moment, whilst they were dancing their wedding dance, they knew that they had the whole world to go to. They could return to New York. They could move to California. They could do something even more dramatic and move to the United Kingdom – Kurt always had loved the Queen. But that was something that tomorrow could worry about.

Into Blaine's ear, Kurt whispered, "Come what may," before kissing the skin that sat just behind it.

"Come what may," Blaine whispered back. Together, they listened as the track came to its end. They looked at each other, jumping when the opening bars to Animal started playing. They laughed, then had an impromptu dance party.