"You're supposed to be gone by now," Kurt sighed, walking up behind where his fiance was bent over a car engine.
Puck stood up, glanced at his watch, and then smiled a half smile at the lithe man in front of him. "Oops?" he shrugged.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "It's a damn good thing that we're not supposed to be at the hall until six then, isn't it?"
"You told me it was 5:30!" Puck protested.
"Because I knew you'd wait to leave until the last minute and end up late, which-" he held up a finger to stop Puck from saying anything when he saw his mouth open, "you cannot argue with, based on the fact that it is now five o'clock, you're still under a hood, and haven't even managed to wash the grease off of your hands, much less head out the door to the venue of our wedding. Which is tomorrow."
"I know that. I just got caught up. I'll get ready right now, just let me catch Jeff up on this one."
Kurt sighed fondly and kissed his fiance's cheek. "You're lucky I love you."
"You're lucky you love me," Puck retorted, sticking his tongue out.
Kurt checked his iPhone, seeing the time and mentally calculating how long it would be before the pair actually showed up at the wedding hall for their rehearsal. He headed into Puck's office to wait, and began filing invoices once he was in there. "Babe, you don't need to do my filing, you know."
Kurt looked up into the doorway, seeing Puck leaning against it with a lazy smile. "Just helping out while I waited. I should be pulling my weight more around here, anyways. You know, striking terror into the hearts of the workers and such."
Puck just scoffed and reached out a hand to take Kurt's. "Just washed. Promise."
Kurt laughed and they closed the office door behind them, heading out of "Hummel Tires and Lube" -the NY branch- and catching a cab once they were on the street. The rehearsal of the ceremony itself went quickly, as they were having a simple ceremony. There were a few Jewish traditions to be mixed in for Puck and his family (Kurt had had no problem agreeing to a beautiful chuppah over their heads, and Puck demanded the glass breaking "mazeltov"). They wanted a short ceremony, not to bore their friends and relatives, and instead focused on having a beautiful, fun reception.
After the rehearsal, they went to dinner at a nice kosher restaurant a few blocks over. They went home together after, much to Puck's mother's dismay. "You're not supposed to see each other before the wedding!" she cried.
Kurt laughed, "I think we're non-traditional enough that it's okay. And we won't actually get ready together, so we won't see one another in our outfits until the ceremony."
Puck locked the door behind them, setting the coffee maker for Kurt for the next morning, then stripped off his shirt and headed for the bathroom. "Babe, c'mere!" he bellowed.
"What?" Kurt asked, coming to the door while Puck adjusted the temperature of the shower.
Puck turned to him with a smile, unbuttoning his jeans. "Shower sex?" he raised an eyebrow. "It's our last chance for crazy, kinky, dating sex, before we turn into an old married couple who only has boring, missionary sex once a month on a schedule."
"Well," Kurt looked his fiance up and down, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, "how could I possibly say no to such a romantic proposition?"
Puck stepped closer to the other man, sliding his hands under the now unbuttoned shirt and feeling warm skin, "Babe, you are with me for many reasons- my sexual prowess especially- but romance is not one of those reasons, and we both know it."
"That's what you need me for," Kurt sighed and leaned into the muscular man.
"I need you for so much more than that. Always will."
The next morning, Kurt woke first, going into the kitchen for his coffee while Puck slept. His things for the wedding were already at Blaine's, so he got himself ready before going in to kiss his fiance and make sure he got up for the day. "I'll see you at two," he smiled and left to get ready for his wedding.
He showed up at Blaine's holding two coffees from the cafe down the street. On the side of Kurt's latte, instead of a name, it read "Groom". Blaine smiled upon seeing it and hugged his best friend. "I'm so happy for you, Kurt."
"Don't start this now, Blainey. I've got the whole day to get through, preferably without tears. And I know Dad's gonna push that several times."
Blaine nodded, "Sorry, sorry. I know, it's just I'm just glad you're getting your happy ending, after everything."
"C'mon, you've got to help me get handsome for my soon-to-be husband."
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Such a hardship."
Meanwhile, Jake came to Puck's apartment to help him get ready. "You nervous, big brother?"
"What do I have to be nervous about? I'm coming home tonight with the sexiest husband around. In fact, you should be jealous." He put his little brother in a headlock, and Jake laughed.
By quarter of two, everyone was lined up in their places, leaving Kurt and Burt behind on one side, and Puck and his mother on the other. Rather than one of them being walked down the aisle, they'd decided to both be walked in by their parents at the same time, from opposite sides of the chuppah. Puck walked past his attendants: Quinn, Sarah, Finn, then Jake. Kurt entered across from him passing a very pregnant Brittany, Santana, Rachel then Blaine. When their eyes met, they smiled at each other and nothing else mattered. They joined hands in front of the Justice of the Peace, repeating their vows. Blaine and Jake handed them their rings, Puck putting the ring he'd proposed to Kurt with on his slim finger. When Kurt slid Puck's ring on him, Puck laughed aloud, seeing the tire now encircling his ring finger.
"I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss!"
Kurt threw his arms around Puck's neck, Puck's hands sliding around his waist and pulling them flush against each other, kissing deeply to the cheers of their friends and family. When they finally pulled apart, the JP introduced them as they stood holding hands. "I present to you, for the first time, Kurt and Noah Hummel."
They walked down through the aisle to more cheers and the photographer grabbed the whole wedding party for some pictures while everyone else headed over to the reception area. They entered the area and started the party with their first dance. The food was casually set around so people could eat when they wanted and dance and mingle. They ate cake (neither one shoving it in the other's face, as Kurt declared that act was barbaric). Jake's best man speech was short and to the point, "If anyone would be able to tame 'Puckzilla', it'd be Kurt. He doesn't take any shit from my brother, and that's what he needs. Keep him in line, Kurt. I'm glad to have another brother who's so totally badass."
Blaine's speech was touching. "When Kurt and I met at Dalton, I knew he was special. He was my first love, and always will be, but he's my best friend now, and I'm so glad to see how happy he is every day since he's been with Puck. All I've ever wanted was to see you happy, and so I think Puck deserves a thank you for doing that. Treat him right- he deserves the world, so you better be sure to give it to him."
The real tear jerker, of course, was Burt. "When the kid with the mohawk came back to Lima from LA, some of the guys at work thought I was crazy for hiring him. He only knew as much about cars to keep his rusted out piece of junk truck running, and honestly with what he knew, I still have no idea how it actually ran every day. But he was eager to learn, worked as many hours as I'd give him, and spent a good portion of his paycheck helping his mom pay the bills so she wouldn't have to work so much. My gut told me he'd be a good worker for me, and it's rarely wrong. When my son, my baby boy, came back after his first semester in New York, he walked into the shop, and when Puck saw him- man, his eyes lit up and he lifted my kid right off the floor when he hugged him.
"My gut told me then that there was something there. Now, not many guys would go ahead and open a store in another state just to give his son a chance with the guy he had obviously fallen for being home for a few weeks, but then I've never been most guys. I gave Kurt a job in the shop, to work his way through school, and I sent Puck to New York as my front man. I guess I should be glad the kid picked everything up so damn quick. When Kurt called and told me they were dating, I couldn't believe it had taken them three months! Four years later I couldn't trust a guy more with my shop's name, and my son. Kurt, I wish your mom could be here to see this day. She dreamed of seeing you fall in love and get married. But I know she'd be as proud of you today as Carole and I are. I love you, boy. I'm happy to be gaining another son today, not losing the one I have."
And the party went on until late at night, before everyone finally trickled out. Kurt was giggling, slightly buzzed on champagne, as they took a cab to their hotel. It was so close to Brit's due date that they were foregoing a honeymoon away to be sure they were nearby, just in case. They spent hours worshiping each other's bodies, whispers of "husband" filling the air, and hearts overflowing with love. Their lives were nearly perfect.
