Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Mary's Song (Oh My My My).

Note: Short, I know, but I'm kind of starting to get bored with this story, to be honest. I started writing the first three bits of a new story, The Glee Project's Damian and Cameron, and I'm much more into that at the moment. Two more chapters of this to go, at any rate. Keep reviewing.

Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our whole town came and our mamas cried
You said I do
And I did, too

"Hey. Hey," Noah waved a hand in front of a zoned-out Kurt's face. "Don't be nervous, Kurt. Okay? We're just getting married in a small, simple wedding." He gently brushed Kurt's hair back from his face. "And then tonight, I'm yours," he whispered, his breath tickling the younger boy's ear. Kurt folded into Noah's strong arms, trembling a little.

"I'm so scared," he admitted.

"Of the wedding night? I'll be gentle, I promise. I love you, and I don't want to hurt you." Noah rubbed Kurt's back in slow, soothing circles.

"No," Kurt sniffled. "Well, maybe a little. But I'm nervous of what people are going to think about this," he admitted, a dark fear that had just recently crept up.

"Since when does Kurt Hummel care about what people think of him?" Noah asked, chuckling to himself, knowing Kurt had never given a damn about what other thought about him or said about him behind his back.

"No…it's not about me…it's about you…us," Kurt tried to explain. "Noah, we're in Ohio…people don't think highly or kindly of…our kind of relationship…here. And now…now that we're being married…don't you think people will protest?"

"If they do, then they're messing with your—what do you call it?—oh yeah, psyche. And if they mess with that, they're messing with me. And no one messes with you, or with me, okay, Kurt?" He set his hands on the boy's shoulders, looking into his blue-grey eyes. "Don't worry about them, babe. Just worry about how you're going to make so many girls jealous that you have me," he grinned, kissing Kurt on the cheek before linking arms with him as he led his soon-to-be husband down the aisle of the small chapel. He was surprised at how many people had turned up to the wedding; all of his and Kurt's friends from high school and their college had shown up, in addition to neighbors who had seen them grow up together and naturally, their families. Noah flashed a dazzling smile at his mother, who was dabbing her eyes with a tissue, holding hands with his father, who was looking proud and a bit misty-eyed. Kurt noticed his own parents, sitting next to the Puckermans, looking equally happy and teary.

Noah didn't remember much of the wedding ceremony. He was too busy looking at Kurt's glowing face, his sparkling eyes, his look of breathless wonder and excitement. He only recalled clearly saying "I do," and slipping the ring on Kurt's finger.

"I do," Kurt said softly, sliding the other ring on Noah's own finger. He went right in for the traditional 'first kiss', cupping Kurt's chin and bringing him in for a sweet one before leading him back up the aisle.

There was a rocking reception to follow, with just the right amount of loudness (as per Noah's request) and glamour (as per Kurt's).

"Are you going to throw a bouquet?" Mercedes, a close girlfriend of Kurt's asked.

"Sure," Kurt giggled, grabbing a bunch of flowers from one of the table arrangements. "Okay, y'all, gather around! Kurt's throwing the bouquet!" Mercedes hollered. She helped Kurt onto a chair as he laughed, not believing he was about to do this.

"Okay, everyone!" One, two…" Kurt grinned as he tossed the flowers blindly behind him. He turned around just in time to see Blaine clutching the roses, blushing deeply as he looked over at Sam, who he was still together with. Kurt winked at him, hoping Blaine would propose soon so he could plan another wedding, a favorite hobby of his.

Later, hotel room en route to the honeymoon destination

"Just think, tomorrow, we'll be in Paris!" Kurt squealed excitedly.

"World's romantic city. Only the best for my husband," Noah said, kissing him gently. "If you want to wait…do it tomorrow, when we're there…"

"No, no," Kurt shook his head. "I want to do it now. I don't want to keep you waiting any longer." He slipped his robe off, leaving him in his boxers. Noah shuddered with desire. Already in his briefs, he made his way over to Kurt, picking him up and laying him down in the bed. Settling himself on top of Kurt, he laid a trail of kisses from the crown of his forehead down to his eyelids, his nose, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his chin, and finally, his lips, which he kissed over and over. Kurt moaned, grinding his hips against Noah's, wanting to just do it already.

Noah laughed. "All in good time, babe." They made love, slow and soft, Noah whispering in Kurt's ear the entire time. "I love you," he whispered when it was all over. "I can't believe I get to call you my husband now. I must be the luckiest guy in the world."

"No," Kurt murmured as Noah brushed away a tear that was on his eyelashes. "That would be me." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I love you too, husband."