Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Glee.

This story started out as a one-shot, but it has spiraled wildly out of control. I actually have at least 2 more planned updates for this. This is just a short, drabblish chapter.

Chapter Three: Wedding

Their engagement went by in a flash. They hadn't had much time before Rory's student visa would expire, and he'd have to return to Ireland.

They couldn't bring themselves to regret not having a drawn out engagement. They both knew what they wanted, and were eager to start living out their dream. Both were beyond sure that the other was who they wanted to marry, so there was really no need to wait, even if they had the time.

Time moved very quickly.

The night before the wedding Kurt had all but kidnapped Rory, insisting that Sam not see him before the wedding. Sam watched with polite amusement as Kurt and Blaine lifted Rory off his feet and carried him, quite literally kicking and screaming, outside before throwing him inside Kurt's Lincoln Navigator. Blaine had run back inside to grab the dry cleaner's bag that had Rory's suit and quickly disappeared. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the scene that Rory was undoubtedly making inside Kurt's car as he watched them pull away.

Finn showed up very shortly after Rory's kidnapping to pick Sam up for the bachelor's party that Puck had planned. Sam's mind conjured up all sorts of terrifying situations that could result from Puck planning a party, but none of them panned out, and they ended up having a really good time.

Sam woke up early the next morning, the sun was barely up, and paced anxiously, a smile spread wide across his face. He wanted all of this to be over. He wanted it to be official that Rory was his, and he was Rory's. Forever. His heart jumped eagerly at the word: forever. He loved the sound of it.

When Finn finally woke up, Sam grilled his best man over everything. Did he have the rings? Where were they? Did he get the suits? Were they the right size? Was he sure?

Finn just laughed it off and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Dude, calm down. I've got this. Just relax."

Sam scoffed. Relaxing was definitely not a possibility. He wondered idly what Rory was doing. Was he nervous? He tried to sneak a call to him, but Kurt had answered the phone with a not-so-pleased tone to his voice and lectured Sam about wedding traditions.

"Do you wantto curse your marriage?" Kurt asked, feigning frustration.

Sam laughed and hung up the phone.

Kurt turned around to where Rory sat on Blaine's bed. The Irish boy's foot was tapping a mile a minute. Blaine and Kurt exchanged an amused look before cracking up to laugh at the obvious nervousness that was assaulting Rory.

"It's gonna be alright," Blaine had reassured him for the hundredth time, this time as he straightened his tie. "You can do this." The Warbler let his hand rest on Rory's shoulder as he turned to face Kurt who was putting the finishing touches on an elaborate ensemble. He turned around to model his outfit to Blaine. "Beautiful, baby," he offered. Kurt beamed.

Soon, it was time to go. Rory was in a haze. This was all too surreal. He searched within himself to find any sort of doubt but came up empty-handed. There was no doubts inside the Irish boy that he was making the right decision.

The wedding was taking place in the Hudson-Hummel's backyard. They'd cleaned up the small yard and added some folding chairs. There were only about ten people who were going to attend. The glee club, Sam and Rory's parents, and of course, Burt and Carole.

Sam's parents had been less receptive than Rory's about the idea of their son getting married at such a young age, but as soon as they saw how in love the two were, they'd given their blessing and wished them every happiness in the world.

Kurt had taken his seat beside his father, and Blaine had stayed with Rory. The Irish boy was sure that if he didn't have Blaine to hold him steady, he would have fallen ungracefully to the ground.

Rory nervously ran his fingers through his well-groomed hair, and peeked through the open door into the green square of the yard filled with all of his friends. Stage fright wracked his nerves for the thousandth time. "Ready?" Blaine asked.

In the same moment as Blaine's question, Sam stepped up to the makeshift altar and looked around anxiously before his eyes settled on the frantic looking boy standing in the doorway.

A blinding smile spread broadly across Rory's face as he answered Blaine's question. "Yes."

He'd never been more ready for anything as he took his first steps outside and onto the path that would lead him to his husband.

A/N: Since this is so short, I've decided to post another update tonight as well. Please review.