Hi guys! Oh, you know I couldn't stay away for long. :D Here is a little tidbit I had been meaning to write and put in part one but for some reason, I didn't. Didn't even write it, to boot, which makes no sense to me (and actually kinda makes me mad I didn't) as it is one of the most important milestones in Kurt and Erin's history together. So I've written it up as its own story. It's silly-sweet, and overly-sappy, but then again, I suppose most of my Kurt/Erin stuff is as such...LOL

For those of you who are stumbling upon this having not read any of my other XMen works, I would highly recommend reading at least one of those first, just to get a feel for things. This is almost just a vignette, a supplement to the other Kurt/Erin stories I've written.

Those of you who have read part one know that Kurt and Erin get married at the end of Firefly part one, but I never go into detail at all; so, as previously mentioned, here it is.

Ok, so, here it is... ENJOY!

FIREFLY 1.5: Dream a Little Dream of Me
CHAPTER 1: Granma's Stamp of Approval

After months of planning, weeks of freaking out, and multiple viewings of Father of the Bride (both one and two) with Rogue and Kitty and Jean, I was completely fried. The wedding party, along with me and Kurt (in separate rooms!), were staying at a hotel in Boston, and Kurt and I were going to be married the next day at the church where he met Jean and Storm. Everything was perfect: even our priest was a mutant.

I stood at my bathroom mirror, splashing water over my face to wake myself up. For a moment I studied the face that looked back at me. Jesus, I thought. I look as if I've been run over by a truck.

"Erin?"

I turned to see Jean standing at my door. "Hey," I smiled, coming out of my bathroom as I dried my hands. "Come on in, what's up?"

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Jean grinned.

"Aw..." I sighed. "A little, I suppose. But I'm ready. I've been ready for a long time."

"Oh, Erin..." Jean laughed, giving me a hug. "I am so happy for you two... it's funny how we've had to scramble to find someone to marry you two, since, well, the person who usually does these things is now one of the ones on the other end, you know?"

"Ha, can you imagine?" I laughed along with her. "My Kurt having to jump back and forth--"

"Ah-- teleport, you mean?"

The two of us busted up laughing. "Oh, Jean, it's so good to have a nice laugh about it all, it's been so hectic! God, I'm about to lose my mind..."
"Oh, I know... when Scott and I got married, I went mad weeks beforehand, scrambling around, trying to get things done... well hey, me 'n' Rogue are goin' for some junk food, do you want to come along?"

"Oh..." I smiled. I wanted to, but I was just so tired. "Can I claim a rain check? I think I'm just going to pass out, man."

"Yeah! No problem... you do have a long day tomorrow!"

"Ugh!" I rolled my eyes, laughing. "But, a good one!"

"Well, you have a good night, girl... your last one as a free woman!"

"Aagh," I rolled my eyes at her, laughing. "Get outa here, girl. I'll see you tomorrow, eh?"

"You bet your ass."

I was asleep within twenty minutes.

I was up at eight the next morning. It was unbearable, despite the fact I'd gotten ten hours of sleep, but I hauled myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes. Within minutes, there was a knock at my door. "Erin?" My mother's voice rose to greet me. I could hear the grin in her voice. "Erin, honey, it's your big day. C'mon, now."

Indeed, we did have a big day ahead of us. We all wanted to go out for a big breakfast, but Kurt was scared about showing himself in public (it always broke my heart), but after some convincing, we had the hotel manager close down one of the ballrooms as we ordered Denny's to be delivered to the hotel, enough for most of the wedding party-- my parents, my brother, his wife, their daughter, both sets of grandparents (straight from Ireland), Rogue, Suzeanne, Kitty, Jean (my bridesmaids), Bobby, Scott, Michael, Logan (the groomsmen), Jubilee, Ororo and a bunch of my cousins, aunts and uncles in from all parts of America and Ireland. It was insanity, getting both of my families together-- blood and fate. I snapped the greatest picture of my little niece chatting up Logan about her favorite Barbie doll. The look on his face was absolutely priceless: Logan mid-beer-swig ("Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere, right?") and Erin fervently caught up in the midst of Malibu Barbie.

Alot of my extended family hadn't yet met my fiancé, including both sets of my Irish grandparents. "Lord have mercy, as I live and breathe!" my grandmother exclaimed, studying Kurt. "Maggie, have you met anyone as interestin' as this here Kurt?" She pulled her daughter over by the arm.

"No, Mum," my mother laughed. "I don't think any one of us has ever met anyone quite like my new son-in-law." She proudly put an arm around him, and Kurt grinned, blushing.

"Danke schoen."

My grandmother laughed, patting his arm. "Well, m'boy, I'm proud to have you marry my granddaughter. I have no doubt you will make her a very happy girl."

So after wolfing down a hearty meal, and after lounging around the pool-- even Kurt ventured out into the water-- we all went upstairs to get ready for the big day. The hustle and bustle in the hallway started to make me a little claustrophobic. I got scared.

"Erin, I'll help you with your makeup and your hair, alright?" Mom came up to me.

"Uh, yeah, okay..."

"Me, too," Suzeanne suddenly appeared.

"Um..." I started looking around. "W-where's Kurt?"

"Here... kleines, here," Kurt grabbed my hand, and I whirled around to find him as frazzled as I was. I threw my arms around him.

"Kurt... I'm nervous," I whispered, my voice shaking amidst the noise and confusion around us.

"I am, too, darling. Everything is going to be alright." He kissed my cheek.

"What if... what if I pass out or something?"

"Then I will be there to catch you," he grinned, putting his forehead to mine. "I'm going to marry you today, Erin," he whispered. "It is the best day of my life."

"I love you," I mouthed, getting a little choked up as I felt my worry melt away completely. I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with this man.

"Ich liebe dich, auch."

"He's perfect!" My grandmother shouted decidedly, choked up after witnessing our little exchange. "I love 'im."

Shower, twenty minutes. Hair, thirty. Makeup, ten. Putting on the gown, not three minutes... a gown inspired by the white one Liv Tyler wore in "The Lord of the Rings." I spent five minutes gaping at myself in the mirror; I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was I about to do this? I wanted it more than anything but I still couldn't believe how fortunate I was.

"Oh... sweetie..." my mother was beaming at me, tears in her eyes. "You're royalty in that dress, you know?"

I smiled at her. "I feel like royalty."

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Let's do this."

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German translations:

Ich liebe dich, auch: I love you, too