A/N: Okay so just because I'm nice (and because I'm going on vacation tomorrow, so I'll be gone for 3 weeks) I'm uploading another chapter. DO KNOW that I did some research on jewish weddings but I didn't find much and the things I read was sort of confusing. So I apologize if something isn't right, I don't mean to be disrespectful in any way.

I hope you enjoy it :)

Chapter 10: Let's get married

"K-Kurt." Blaine breathed with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"

It was ridicilous how Kurt managed to take his breath away everytime he saw him. Not only with his very fit and lean body, but with his outfits. Today he was wearing gray pants which was illegally tight. He wore them with a blue button down shirt which was tucked into the pants. He was also wearing a cute scarf and white knee-high boots.

Blaine wasn't the one to judge, but his whole outfit screamed gay. He wondered if Rachel had ever been suspicious, if anyone had. They must have, or else they were blind. Or afraid to face the truth.

Kurt twisted awkwardly in the door, looking around him. His eyes fell on Nolan for a few minutes and Blaine felt his entire stomach twist, Kurt seemed to grit his teeth together as he looked back at Blaine, one or two shades paler.

"I'm here to pick up the wedding bouquet. I realized it must have been done for a while now." He said.

"Oh, yeah, right. It's done. Give me a sec, I'm gonna go get it." Blaine felt stupid as he turned around and went for the flowers. What had he expected anyway?

Once Blaine was out of sight Kurt turned to Nolan. He traced his eyes from his toes, all the way up to that ridiculous hair, that was ridiculously thick. Kurt gave him his coldest bitch-glare, he decided this must be Nolan. Kurt did not like Nolan. Not one bit.

"So, you are Nolan? Am I right?" Kurt asked, there was a bit too much edge to his voice.

"Um, yeah." Nolan said and waved sarcastically. "And you are?"

"Oh, I'm nobody." Kurt said and gave him a faked smile. "I'm just a nobody, here to get some flowers for my soon-to-be wife."

"Soon-to-be wife?" Nolan's ridiculously cute eyes nearly popped out of his head. "You're getting married to a woman? Daaaamn, I thought I had gay-dar."

"Excuse me?" Kurt said and put a hand on his hip, obviously offended. "Are you trying to tell me I look gay?"

"Uh, yeah." Nolan said and made a gesture to his outfit. "I mean, come on. Your whole outfit screams homo and so does your hair."

"You're a fucking asshole. And that sounded awfully homophobic for someone who's supposed to be a homo himself." Kurt narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Okay. One, how did you know I was gay? And two, I'm no homophobe. It would not make sense."

"Please. It's not rocket science." Kurt snapped.

"Here are your flowers." Blaine suddenly interrupted.

Kurt turned his head and looked at him, he was holding a bouquet. It was large, colorful and it smelled like heaven itself. Kurt felt his eyes tear up, Blaine had obviously put a lot of work into this. Fuck, he was crying over fucking flowers.

"Dude, are you crying?" Nolan asked with wide eyes.

"No, I'm not." Kurt said and wiped his eyes quickly before accepting the bouquet. "It's perfect. Thank you."

"No problems. I hope Rachel likes it too." Blaine smiled a little.

"I know she will." Kurt said and somehow stayed still on his spot, making the whole situation that much more awkward.

The tension between them was obvious and Kurt knew that he needed to get the hell out of there before he or Blaine did something very stupid.

"I should go. Bye, Blaine." Kurt said and then walked out of the flowershop.

He sat down in his car and put the flowers in the backseat. He then picked out his phone and looked at the screen. He bit his lip. Should he? He shouldn't. But he had to. He wanted to. Fuck it, he's doing this.

Hi, Blaine. Meet me at Pure Imagination around 5 pm? Please, I promise nothing will happen. I just want to talk one last time before I get married. -K

Don't make promises you can't keep. -B

But those are the best kind. -K

Did you really just quote spider-man? Besides, something tells me I should say no. I broke it off for a reason, remember? I can't do this anymore. -B

I know. I know. But I just want to have one last moment alone with you that doesn't end with a stupid fight. -K

Fine. I'll be there. -B

"You look exhausted, again." Blaine sighed and ran his hand through Kurt's damp hair. "And not because of what we just did."

Kurt groaned and let his head rest on Blaine's stomach. "I am, god, I am so nervous because of the damn wedding. I haven't slept in weeks."

"I'm sorry you have to go through this, Kurt." Blaine mumbled and kissed the top of his head. "But you know my opinion on this."

"That I don't have to do this, I know." Kurt sat back up and looked Blaine in the eyes. "But I kind of do. I need to make my dad proud."

"I'm sure he would be just as proud of you for being honest about who you are."

"No. Look, when my mom died, my dad had to take care of me by himself. I was driving him nuts because I wanted to wear heels and mom's pearls, I wanted dolls instead of action figures. I was teased, I was bullied and my dad was exhausted. Then later on, I didn't get a job, I never moved out and I couldn't find a girlfriend until now. I have done nothing but disappointing him.

"And coming out as gay on top of all of that? And breaking off the wedding? Oh god, I don't even want to imagine it. It would be the biggest scandal in our family, ever. It would be all over the newspapers and everyone would know about it. No one would look at us the same again. I can't do that to him, I just can't."

"You think I would be a disappointment to your family?" Blaine asked softly, trying to cover the hurt in his voice.

"No, of course not." Kurt said and put his hand over Blaine's. "This has nothing to do with you, it's being gay that's the problem."

Blaine looked a little uneasy and pulled his hand away from Kurt's.

"If the world wasn't as small-minded, if they could see you for who you really are, they would be so proud. They would adore me for choosing someone like you, they would love you and see nothing but the pure, honest, kind-hearted, flower-obsessed man you are." Kurt smiled.

Blaine beamed at him and looked at him through his eyelashes, a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

"But the world isn't like that. It's small-minded, people wouldn't understand. They would think there was something wrong with us, that we weren't normal and that I should be ashamed for marrying you." Kurt's smile fell.

"Then maybe we could prove them wrong. Prove to them that we are normal and that we can do the same things as any straight couple could, that we are just as good." Blaine said and entwined their fingers again, their skins heating up by the touch.

"I want to, Blaine. I do. But you know I can't." Kurt sighed and pressed his lips against Blaine's, moving slowly, before pulling away.

"Damn it. Why do I always agree on coming here with you? We both knows this is gonna happen and shit- I just cheated on Nolan." Blaine sighed and covered his face in his hands, shaking his head.

"Hey, it's fine. He doesn't need to know-" Kurt began but got cut off.

"Yes, he does, Kurt. I'm not like you. I don't cheat because I need to experiment, I have every right to date whoever I want. So, I chose Nolan, and now I chose to cheat on him. It's not okay."

"You seriously think this is just experimenting for me? Still?" Kurt looked displeased.

"I don't… no. No, I guess not." Blaine rubbed his temples. "But that doesn't change what I did. I- I have to go. I bet he's wondering where I am."

"Hey, I'm sorry." Kurt said and looked really sad. "I honestly didn't mean for this to happen when I asked you here. I didn't text you for sex."

"I know you didn't." Blaine said and smiled a little. "But we still did it. Have sex, I mean." Just then his phone started ringing.

"Speaking of the devil." He sighed and pressed the green button. "Nolan. No, I'm just… uh, I had to go get a thing for the flowers, yes- no, yes I'll be back in a second… You did what?! I told you not to- is there? Oh god, okay. Yes, I'll be back in a few. Bye."

"What did he do?" Kurt asked, eyes wide.

"Some man called and wanted to make an order, so he went behind my desk to get a pen so he could write it down. And he found the jar with worms which we keep for some of the flowers, he got scared and dropped them on the floor. So there are worms all over the place now. And he doesn't dare to pick them up. He thinks they are gross." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Oh god. How is it possible for a person to be that stupid?" Kurt shaked his head.

"I don't think we have the right to call anyone stupid right now. Our lives is quite a mess." Blaine said and stared get dressed.

Kurt's smile fell. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I have to get back. Your wedding is tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, yeah it is." Kurt sighed.

"Well, good luck." Blaine forced a smile and squeezed his hand.

"Thanks." Kurt looked uneasy.

"Are you gonna leave now too?" Blaine asked.

"No, I think I'm gonna just lay here for a little while longer." Kurt said and laid back down.

"Okay, just don't stay until it gets too dark."

"Yeah, yeah. See you around." Kurt waved.

"Probably not." Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Kurt sat back up. "Seriously? You're shutting me out again."

"Kurt. You're getting married. I told you before, I can't see you like that with Rachel. That hasn't changed."

"Right. Well, goodbye then, Blaine."

"Goodbye, Kurt."

"Oh my gosh, can you believe it?" Rachel squealed as she was lying next to him in bed that night. "We're getting married tomorrow!"

"Yeah… no, I can't. It feels surreal." Kurt stared at the cealing, feeling numb. And very sore from what he and Blaine had done earlier.

Rachel turned so she was lying on her left side, facing him. "You don't seem too excited about this." She frowned.

"No. I mean, I am."

"Kurt, if you think we're rushing things then you're gonna have to tell me. I don't want to push you into something that you're not ready for."

"We're not rushing anything. I'm fine with getting married tomorrow. Okay?" He lied.

"If you are sure." She was still frowning so Kurt kissed her forehead.

"I am." He smiled.

"Okay, good."

The next morning Kurt woke up he felt exhausted, very sore and most of all: anxious. He was so damn nervous and when he realized that Rachel was already awake, looking at him with those damn hearteyes and the loving smile he felt sick to his stomach. Today he was gonna commit his life to this woman next to him.

"Goodmorning gorgeous." She whispered and kissed his nose.

"Goodmorning." He forced out. He felt his throat go tight the second he opened his mouth.

"I have to leave already, I'm so sorry. The girls are picking me up, they're gonna help me get ready." She explained.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. Go." He said and made a gesture for her to leave.

She giggled and bent over to kiss him on the mouth. "See you at the altar."

Truth to be told, Rachel was lying. She didn't really have to leave just yet, but she had plans on driving down to the flowershop. She wanted to ask Blaine to come to the wedding since she knew how much it would mean to Kurt if he did. And she knew it would probably take some time to convince him to come to one of his costumers wedding, so she decided it was for the best to be there right after it opened.

"How are you holding up?" Kurt turned looked at his dad through the mirror. They were both dressed in black suits, but Kurt's tie was matching the color of the details in Rachel's wedding dress.

"I'm doing okay." Kurt turned around. "Just a little nervous."

"A little? You look like you're about to throw up." Sam commented as he walked into the changing room.

It was true. He was sweating, his head was spinning and he was pretty sure he was gonna throw up any second. But he kept it together, he had to. Because in a few minutes he was gonna be Rachel's husband.

"No, I'm good." Kurt gave them a strained smile. "Is it time to go?"

"It is." Finn said and appeared in the doorway. "Come on now, little brother, let's get you married."

"Yeah, let's do this." Kurt said and linked arms with Finn.

They followed a hallway until they reached the entrance to the synagogue they were getting married in. Yes, Kurt was fine with getting married in a synagogue, Rachel was jewish and it seemed really important to her so of course he agreed. Kurt was an atheist so it's not like it was a big deal or anything.

Finn let go of his arm and gave him a reassuring smile. Kurt stood by the port, waiting for Rachel. They had agreed on walking in together, holding hands. Once she appeared next to him, Kurt's jaw literally dropped, she was so insanely beautiful. Her dress was shaped after her body with a very long train and small, pink details. Her hair was in a high, wavy ponytail and she held the flowers Blaine had made for them.

Blaine.

No. Kurt shaked his head and focused on how incredibly happy Rachel looked.

"Oh my gosh, you look so beautiful." He breathed. It was true. He was speechless.

"And you look so handsome." She smiled and squeezed his hand. "Are you ready for this?"

No, please don't make me do this.

"Yeah, let's get married." Kurt smiled and opened the porch.

Just as he did, music started playing and everyone got up from the benches they were sitting on. Kurt looked over at their family members, they were all smiling or crying or both. He only wished he could be just as happy as they all seemed to be.

A photographer took pictures, Kurt assumed it was for the newspapers.

After that the rabbi said the seven blessings, they exchanged rings, crushed the glass and finally kissed. Not particularly in that order.

They were married. They turned around and ran towards the porch, hand in hand, laughing and crying. Their families ran after them, also laughing and crying.

They walked over to the hall they had hired, in which the party would be hold. In there was food, drinks, music, dancing and everything in between.

They recieved hugs, kisses and kind words from everyone. Kurt felt like this wasn't really happening, like he was on the outside looking in. Like he wasn't the person in this position, he was somebody else, watching himself.

"So, how do you feel, bro?" Puck asked and punched him lightly in the arm. "All married and stuff."

It was weird seeing Puck in a suit. He was usually all rock n' roll and badass in every other case, and that mohawk…

"I don't feel too different, to be honest." Kurt shrugged and tried to smile.

"Well, now it's you and her against forever." Finn said with a nod.

"Yeah, I know." Kurt felt his stomach twist at the thought but tried not to focus on it too much.

"Hey, who's that dude over there? I've never seen him before." Sam said and pointed at someone behind Kurt.

Kurt turned his head and searched through all the people until his gaze fell on the one person Sam must be talking about. The shorter guy, the one with the thick, gelled hair, the one with hazel eyes. The one that made his heart go crazy, his knees go weak and his stomach to fill with butterflies. The one who could make the entire world freeze by just looking into your eyes.

"Blaine." Kurt breathed.

"Blaine?" Sam echoed. "I take it as you know this guy?"

"Yeah, he's the one who made our flowers." Kurt said but seemed very distracted. "What is he doing here?"

"You're asking me that?" Sam asked.

"No, I gotta go talk to him." Kurt got up from his chair and pushed himself forward through the crowd until he was face to face with Blaine.

Blaine seemed pretty distracted, as if he was looking for someone. Eventually he looked straight ahead and saw Kurt stand there. His eyes widened and Kurt saw his breath hitch in his throat.

"K-Kurt." He stuttered.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, as if it was a crime.

"I… Rachel asked me to come." Blaine looked down at his feet.

"Rachel did?! Why would she do that?"

"I don't know?" Blaine shrugged. "She thought it would mean a lot to you if I did- look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here."

"Damn right you shouldn't have." Kurt snapped and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Please, don't be mad-" Blaine looked up and got cut off.

"Don't be mad?! Are you kidding me? You wanted to shut me out of your life, Blaine. You did shut me out of your life, because you said you couldn't stand seeing me with her. And just when I think I'm never gonna see your face again, if I don't look through the glass windows of your damn flowershop, you show up at my wedding! How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry." Blaine chewed on his lip. "I knew it was a mistake. But she literally begged me and I thought that maybe you had asked her to ask me…"

"Why would I do that?" Kurt's voice was suddenly softer. "I don't wanna torture you."

"Oh, Blaine! You showed up!" Rachel appeared next to Kurt. "I'm so happy you could make it. It means so much to the both of us."

Kurt saw Blaine flinch when Rachel pressed a kiss to his lips. He saw him force on a smile and suddenly his eyes seemed very shiny.

"Yeah…" He mumbled. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Rachel smiled.

"Rachel, dear!" An old lady, Rachel's grandmother, said and walked up to them. "Can you come over here and introduce me to your friends?"

"Of course, grandma." Rachel smiled. "Well, excuse me." She said and followed her grandmother.

"I'm sorry." Kurt rubbed his temples.

"Don't apologize." Blaine gave him a watery smile as he wiped his tears.

"I hate seeing you like this." Kurt frowned and felt like crying himself. He cupped Blaine's face in his hands, wiping the tears.

"Kurt, I have to go." Blaine said and put his hands over Kurt's, removing them from his face.

"Please don't. I don't want you to leave, not now." Kurt whispered.

"I can't stay. Goodbye, my almost lover." Blaine kissed his hand and then disappeared in the crowd.

Kurt froze at the same time as he felt hotter than ever and his heart was beating in a rapid pace. It was funny, for a second it had only been Blaine. Only him and Blaine. And now when Blaine wasn't there Kurt felt so alone. He felt like the lonliest man on the planet in this crowd, with the words echoing in his mind:

Almost lover.

TBC