This is so late. I'm such a bad person. I've been busy and too tired to think straight. Even right now I'm to tired to think straight. Sorry if this chapter is crap, but whatever. Here is the wedding reception and some Puck/Kurt bromance.
The mob of dancing feet shuffled toward Kurt, forcing him to jump quickly out of the way. The drunken bodies moving around him all laughed, tried to sing along to the cupid shuffle, and tripped over one another. Normally Kurt would have tried to join in, but he had more important things on his mind than dancing. He searched the room for a familiar head of curly brown hair and instead met the eyes of a taller, darker man.
"Looking for someone?" Puckerman asked, looking at Kurt curiously.
"Who would I be looking for?" Kurt inquired a little defensively. He didn't much want to admit that he was looking for Blaine.
"I don't know. Your new man, or whatever?" Puck said, with a shrug of his broad shoulders. Kurt felt his defenses drop a little at the words.
"He had to cover some huge story at work tonight," Kurt explained, easily. Patrick had really wanted to come. Kurt felt guilty, but he was almost glad his boyfriend hadn't been able to make it.
"So this guy... He lets you out of his sight?" Puck sounded genuinely shocked at the notion, which irked Kurt slightly.
"Yes," Kurt spat, rolling his eyes. Puck smiled, as if he were kidding. Kurt was sure the man wasn't, though.
"Do you think I'd like him?" Puck suddenly asked, his expression far to soft.
"I hadn't really given it much thought, to be honest, Noah," Kurt told him, sarcasm in his voice. "Finn seems to like him enough, though."
"Finn did always have good taste," Puck muttered, watching the bride and groom dance slowly. Kurt saw the look of hunger in the other man's eyes and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Puck was a good guy and Kurt definitely understood what it felt like to want someone he couldn't have.
"Yeah, I never really agreed with the girls he dated. He lost his virginity to a lesbian for Christ's sake," Kurt said with a laugh. Puck smiled a little, but there wasn't much laughter in his eyes after that. Kurt sighed.
"You'll find someone great. You know that, right?"
"What?" Puck asked, dropping his gaze from Rachel and meeting Kurt's eyes.
"You're a really good guy, Puck. I know you'll find someone out there who's better than all those other girls." Kurt wasn't sure if that was exactly what Puck needed to hear, but he felt like it should have been said.
"It's just weird knowing I lost my chance with her completely," Puck whispered, trying hard not to sound venerable. "She was a really great kisser."
"Wow, Puck. You've always been so classy," Kurt laughed.
"Well, that's why I keep you around. You've always been good at keeping Finn and I on the right track," Puck admitted, making Kurt's heart swell a little. "So are you gonna tell me who you're looking for or not?"
Kurt had almost forgotten about the question that had originally sparked the conversation. "No, I don't think so."
"Come on, Kurt. I just spilled my heart to you," Puck whined, giving Kurt the best pout look he could muster.
"You'll just think I'm stupid," Kurt said earnestly, avoiding Puck's gaze.
"I'm in love with a married woman. I don't think it gets any stupider than that," Puck sighed, moving a little bit closer to the smaller man.
"Well, I just- I don't feel like being judged or anything," Kurt stuttered, most likely making a larger deal out of the ordeal than he should have been.
"Kurt, I don't think I could ever judge you." Kurt couldn't help remembering all the times Puck had helped him out of a tight spot without asking questions. He knew he owed the guy.
"Alright, fine. If you must know I was trying to find Blaine," Kurt almost whispered the second part, but Puck didn't miss it.
"Oh, Blaine," Puck grunted, looking around for the man himself. "He's here, isn't he?"
"Yes, and I was just hoping he and I could chat for a while," Kurt said, holding himself up high. He felt ridiculous and the face Puck was making didn't help.
"Chatting with exes can bring you down some bad roads, man," Puck sighed. "Trust me, about half of mine are in this room. Why do you think I'm over here talking to you?"
"Well actually, I ran into Blaine the other night and we already sort of, erm, chatted," Kurt mumbled, staring at the large star shaped ice sculpture on the table next to him.
"Sort of, erm, chatted?" Puck was looking at him slyly, his eyes suggesting something bad.
"Yes. He just talked, Noah," Kurt pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning against to move away from Puckerman. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to continue the chat right now."
Kurt walked off, leaving Puck behind. Puckerman looked absolutely dumb struck, but also slightly amused. Kurt suppressed a grin when he saw this.
"Blaine," Kurt said, tapping the slightly shorter man on the shoulder. He turned around quickly and smiled.
' "Hey Kurt," Blaine responded, his eyes sparked brightly.
"You having a good time?" Kurt asked. The question sounded forced and lame, but Blaine didn't seem to notice, or care.
"Yeah, I actually am. It's nice to see so many old faces," Blaine told him a little louder than necessary. Kurt thought the man must have had a few drinks in him.
"Totally. I've really missed everyone," Kurt said, taking in how well Blaine suit fit him. He'd never seen anyone more handsome in his life.
"I can't believe you put this whole wedding together yourself," Blaine exclaimed in awe. "It's so beautiful and classy."
"You're the second person to call me classy in ten minutes. I'm starting to believe it's true," Kurt remarked, a playful smile on his delicate lips.
"Well, that's because it's true," Blaine said. "You've always been extremely classy. And polite too. Even if people didn't deserve it."
Kurt pulled up slowly in front of Blaine's home, breathing slowly. He checked his hair in the rear view mirror and smoothed out his clothes before stepping out of his car. The fact the he and Blaine had been dating for almost six months and he'd still not met his boyfriends parents had always kind of bothered Kurt. So when Blaine had finally invited him over for dinner that night, Kurt did everything he could to make the evening perfect. He'd baked a nice carrot cake for dessert, dressed his absolute nicest, and styled his hair in the most proper way he knew how. He was sure Blaine's parents would love him.
Kurt knocked swiftly on the door before noticing in the doorbell that he probably should have rang. He couldn't do both, though. He waited in agony for several moments until Blaine appeared at the door. He was wearing black pants and a silky red dress shirt. Kurt noted how amazing his boyfriend looked before stepping through the threshold.
"Are you nervous?" Blaine asked quietly, and Kurt gave a small nod. "Try to relax. They can sense fear."
The smaller boys words made Kurt tense up even more, and Blaine let out a barking laugh. Kurt glared slightly, his eyes obviously saying, 'This isn't funny in the least. Shut up or I'll never kiss you again.' Blaine stopped laughing at once.
"Babe, come on. My parents are going to love you," Blaine said sincerely, and Kurt let out a huge breath he didn't know he was holding. They made their way into the kitchen where both of Blaine's parents were waiting.
"This must be the boy we've been hearing all about," Blaine's mother exclaimed, smiling at Kurt. He noticed that the smile didn't reach her eyes completely.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel," He said, holding his hand out to great Mrs. Anderson.
"I'm Blaine's mother, obviously. You can call me Anna. This is his father. Again, obvious." She spoke evenly and as brightly as ever. Kurt didn't know anyone could have such a peppy attitude.
"Hi. You can call me Mr. Anderson," Blaine's father said shortly, not excepting Kurt's hand shake. Kurt looked over and Blaine for help, but his boyfriend was too busy staring down his dad. They seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes.
"Sorry about that, Kurt," Blaine suddenly mumbled to him. "My dad's arm must have been broken while I was upstairs."
"Blaine, watch your tongue," His father said warningly.
"It's fine," Kurt said quietly, still smiling, though it was slightly harder. "Dinner smells lovely, Mrs. And- I mean, Anna."
"Oh, thank you, Kurt," Anna said cheerfully. Kurt couldn't help but wonder if everything about the woman was fake.
"I brought carrot cake for dessert," Kurt told them, holding the plate out for someone to take.
"Kurt, that was so sweet of you," Blaine said, taking the plate and setting it on the counter. "You didn't have to do that."
"I thought it might be rude to show up empty handed," Kurt explained, studying Anna's reaction. For some reason she looked annoyed.
"I wish you would have told someone, Kurt. We might have too much food now."
"Mom," Blaine grumbled, glaring at the woman. "Please, be thankful."
"Oh, Blaine. I am thankful. I just wish you friend had told someone, is all," Mrs. Anderson spoke in such a way, that someone less intelligent than Kurt wouldn't have been able to pick up on her true meaning.
"I think you mean boyfriend," Blaine spat, causing his mother to look up from the stove. She looked as if she'd just seen a ghost.
"Blaine, drop it. I don't want you to start a fight with your parents," Kurt whispered to him, playing with the bottom of his shirt a little.
"No, Kurt. This is important," Blaine said, looking from his boyfriend to his parents with little fear in his eyes.
"Blaine this is ridiculous. Why are you doing this?" His mother asked, her eyes defeated and her fake tone dropped.
"Doing what, mother? Why am I being myself? Why am I finally happy for once? I think the real question is, why are you so eager to bring down the one person who can truly make me feel like I'm worth something?" The question hung in the air for a moment, until his father spoke up.
"Blaine you're not allowed to speak to your mother like that."
"She's not allowed to treat Kurt like he's anything less than the most amazing person on this planet," Blaine yelled, looking exasperated. Kurt blushed a little despite himself and looked quickly at the floor.
"I think you need to lean some respect, son," Mr. Anderson spoke in a tone Kurt had only ever heard his father use once. It was on Karofsky right after Kurt had told him about the death threat.
"Who's going to teach me, you? That's a laugh," Blaine grunted, moving away from the kitchen. "Kurt, I think we should leave."
"Oh-Okay," Kurt stuttered, looking between Blaine and his parents."Thank you for letting me into your home. I'm glad to meet you!" Kurt managed to get out before Blaine was ushering him out the door.
"How could you be so polite to them?" Blaine almost yelled, climbing into the passenger side of Kurt car.
"I don't know. I guess that's just who I am," Kurt whispered, feeling awful about having just caused a fight.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Kurt lied, suddenly blinking back tears. He'd never expected it too be easy meeting Blaine's parents, but he'd always hoped it'd got better than that.
"Don't lie to me, please," Blaine pleaded, holding Kurt's hand tighter than before.
"I just- I feel really bad about that," Kurt explained, looking deeply into Blaine's eyes. The shorter teen stared back, his caramel eyes just visible in the moonlight.
"You shouldn't. It's not your fault. It's theirs." Blaine glared back at his house for a moment, and than softened his expression to look back at Kurt."One day they'll see what I see in you."
It took Kurt a moment to respond. "Do you really think I'm the most amazing person on the planet?"
"I know so, Kurt," Was all Blaine said. Kurt smiled to himself, all thoughts of the argument that just happened out of his mind. He leaned over to kiss his boyfriend passionately on the lips. Blaine responded eagerly, opening his mouth to allow Kurt to slide his tongue in. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck tightly, pulling him closer, while the other boys hands rested on his face and thigh.
"We probably shouldn't make out in your drive way," Kurt said breathlessly after a few minutes.
"How come?"
"Your parents might see," Kurt exclaimed, looking towards the front of the house.
"I don't give a damn if they see," Blaine grunted, kissing Kurt more hungrily than before.
Yeah, so that was about half of the reception scene. I'll write the rest when I'm not about to fall asleep. I'm sorry I'm such a sucky person. I hope you guys like one sided Puckelberry, 'cause I do. And I hope you guys like the Puck/Kurt bromance, because it's one of my most favorite bromances in the history of bromances. In the next chapter Kurt and Blaine are gonna talk more. Puck is gonna talk more. Finn is gonna talk more. Mercedes is gonna talk more! How FUN.