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"Relax, you look fine," Sam told him from the bed which he'd draped himself on, waiting for Blaine to finish fussing over his hair in front of the mirror.
Blaine sighed, frowning. "He's going to look better than me. I know he is."
He heard Sam snort, then the squeaking of the mattress springs as his best man left the bed, making his way over to Blaine, fixing his tie for him. "I doubt Sebastian will see it that way."
"Are you coming on to me, Evans?" Blaine quipped, a wry expression sent in Sam's direction. "I mean, I know I had a brief crush on you in high school, but you're a little late – I'm getting married today, you know."
Sam's fingers left his tie and he scoffed. "Sebastian is a terrible influence on you."
They had been engaged for six years before they finally reached their wedding day.
It wasn't intentional, of course. Between Sebastian's physical therapy after the coma and the fact that they had to pay for college, a wedding just wasn't practically possible for a while. Or financially, considering that Sebastian no longer had any money and Blaine downright refused to have his parents pay for the wedding – they were still paying them back for their borrowed college funds.
It wasn't until they had both graduated from NYU, Sebastian having established his own dance studio (because, as it turned out, Sebastian was damn talented and parents were fighting to get their kids in – they even had a waiting list and everything) and Blaine taking some smaller stage roles whenever possible and helping Sebastian at the studio the rest of the time, that they could even think about saving for a wedding.
A knock on the door jolted him out of his thoughts, and he was greeted with the sight of his soon-to-be sister-in-law, looking beautiful in her Maid of Honour dress. It was a simple red chiffon floor-length number, which had a slight trail at the back, and her blonde hair sat in loose curls, topped with a thin headband with a few subtle flowers at the side. They'd allowed her to pick her own look, in all honesty – because, let's face it, neither Blaine or Sebastian had any clue when it came to women, nor their sense of fashion.
"You look amazing," Blaine told her with a slight huff.
"Blaine's worried that Sebastian's going to look better than him," Sam informed Claret with an eye-roll.
Claret snorted. "He's in there saying the exact same thing. A little more colourful, mind you. He won't stop talking about how great your ass looks in a suit." With that, her eyes trailed down Blaine's body, and she smirked. "Can't say I disagree with him on that one."
"Hey, we're about to be related! You can't do that anymore," Blaine laughed, swatting playfully at Claret, who sent him a wide grin in return.
"Through marriage," She pointed out. "Don't worry, we can still have that affair. Seb will never know."
"Oh, thank god. I was about to call the whole thing off for a minute there."
Claret giggled, her eyes alight with affection towards Blaine. Sure, they joked – she flirted, Blaine played along with her in return, but the truth of it was, they already looked at each other like they were brother and sister. His heart swelled to think that Addie would officially be his niece in a few hours time. Not that it would make a difference in the way they acted around one another – they were already family.
"So, are you ready?" Claret asked, smoothing the lapels of Blaine's suit with her hands.
"Absolutely," Blaine grinned at her – because was there ever any doubt? He'd been waiting for this day for six years – he just wanted to be married, already.
It was a small outdoor ceremony at Lima National Park, because, despite the fact that they both lived in a generously-sized apartment in New York now, it was easier for them to come back to Ohio and book a hotel for a couple of nights rather than ask everyone to travel. Of course, a lot of them lived out in New York – Claret and Addie, Sam, Brittany, Santana and their five-year-old daughter Charlie, but they didn't mind travelling back home for a few nights.
They tried to give as many of their friends roles as possible. For example, Tina, Brittany and Santana as bridesmaids (dressed similarly to Claret, except that their hairs were pinned back in an intricate bun with loose strands framing their faces at the front). Addie was, of course, their flower girl – along with Charlie. Their dresses were white chiffon, lined with red ribbons in the middle – which, both Claret and Santana had complained, were going to get immediately ruined as soon as they sat down for their meal.
Rachel was their officiator ("Leave it to Rachel Berry to insist on a starring role in our wedding," Sebastian had quipped playfully when she'd suggested it, earning him a glare which didn't really have all that much heat behind it), and the rest of their friends were dotted around the room – even Mercedes, who Blaine actually hadn't seen since he'd started dating Sebastian, due to the fact that her recording career had soared and she didn't have as much free time as she would have liked in order to visit her old friends.
The only people absent, really, were Kurt and Dave – purely because while they were all on good terms, Kurt felt a little awkward about attending his ex's wedding and Dave didn't want to show up without his boyfriend. He had texted them both that morning, though, with his well-wishes.
Sebastian stood at the front of the aisle as Blaine approached behind the flower girls, who were having way too much fun scattering rose petals before him. He smiled at them in fond amusement before clapping his eyes on the man he was about to marry – drop dead gorgeous as ever in an all-black suit similar to Blaine's, complimented with a dark red silk tie. Despite the teasing he'd always aimed towards Blaine about hair products, Sebastian's hair was gelled back, because Sebastian had a terrible habit of tugging on his hair when he was nervous, and he didn't really want bed-head in his wedding photos, no matter how sexy Blaine thought it was.
When he approached his husband-to-be, he took both of his hands, and both of them grasped onto one another with twin grins stretched wide across their faces that they couldn't hide even if they tried, because this was it – they were finally doing this. Six years of waiting, and the day was here, and despite the fact that they had both been big bags of nerves on the lead up to it, they'd never been more ready for anything in their entire lives.
Rachel led with a beautiful speech about love, acceptance and forgiveness, most of which Blaine didn't really hear because he was too busy getting lost in the greens of Sebastian's eyes. They'd chosen not to go with their own vows – they knew how they felt about each other, and they didn't really feel the need to spill their hearts out in front of their nearest and dearest, so the actual ceremony was pretty quick, and when Rachel pronounced them husband and husband, Sebastian pulled Blaine towards him, spinning him on his feet and dipping him into a smooth, deep kiss, earning them wolf whistles from most of the wedding party (Claret and Santana being the loudest, obviously).
He couldn't stop staring at his wedding ring all the way through their meal – a white gold band that slotted on top of his engagement ring. Sebastian sat at his side, his hand rested firmly on Blaine's inner thigh, stroking it gently with his thumb, and Blaine tried to ignore the arousal pooling deep in his belly, because they couldn't exactly leave in the middle of the reception. Sebastian's eyes were fixed on him, though, smug grin fixed firmly on his face, and Blaine swallowed thickly because he knew that his husband clearly had some sort of plan (and maybe his heart fluttered a little as he ran the word husband through his mind).
It wasn't until he went to the toilet, though, that he learned what that plan was. He was washing his hands when an arm snaked around his waist from behind, and he glanced up at the mirror to watch as Sebastian nuzzled him, pressing gentle kisses to his pulse-point. Soon, the kisses became more open-mouthed, and Sebastian scraped his teeth against Blaine's neck, causing Blaine to let out a loud groan, his knees buckling a little at the touch.
He said nothing as his husband strode over to the door with purpose, before locking it with a click and fixing him with a sinful smirk. He returned his attention to Blaine's neck, and Blaine tilted his head to allow for better access, his hands pressed firmly on Sebastian's chest for support. "You look delicious in that suit, Mr Anderson-Smythe. Enough to get a guy all hot and bothered."
"Mm, I'm a married man now, though. I'm afraid I can't partake in these activities with you anymore," Blaine jested, trailing his hands down to Sebastian's waist, squeezing him softly.
"Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you," Sebastian drawled, pressing Blaine into the wall, pulling his hands into his own and pinning them above him, nosing at his neck softly.
Blaine let out a choked laugh. "You've used that line on me before. What makes you think it'll work this time?"
His husband sighed dramatically, bumping his nose against Blaine's with a wry smirk. "You don't look like you're up for resisting me this time, killer. We might as well bang this out before I return you to your husband – I heard he's a bit of an ass."
Blaine hummed. "He can be, but he's sexy as hell and gives one hell of a blowjob, so I put up with him."
At that, Sebastian huffed, falling to his knees and dragging his fingers down Blaine's body before trailing them to his groin, and a needy whine poured from Blaine's lips at the touch. Sebastian worked his zipper quickly, pulling him out of his boxers without completely stripping him, eyes darting up towards Blaine's.
God, he loved Sebastian like this – on his knees, worshipping him. Sebastian cradled his balls, pressing kisses at his base softly, causing Blaine's breath to hitch with a startling pang of need. "Bas," he groaned, digging his fingers into the wall, because if he didn't, he'd be grasping onto Sebastian's hair, and he'd gone to such effort to keep it tidy for the wedding.
Sebastian obliged him, though, wrapping his mouth below his frenulum, and his hand around the base of Blaine's cock, moving in a rhythmic motion, adding pressure with his tongue, circling around him, setting Blaine alight, ripples making their way down his spine.
Sebastian's hands travelled down to his own zipper, and Blaine listened to the ruffling as he pulled himself out, wrapping his free hand around his own dick. He moaned around Blaine's cock hungrily, earning him a guttural groan from Blaine, who tensed inside his husband's mouth.
It didn't take long for Sebastian to work them both to completion – Blaine coming with a broken moan inside Sebastian's wet heat, his skin absolutely drenched from sweat and flushed from the heat, and he felt Sebastian tremble, softly clawing down Blaine's stomach, nose buried into his hipbone, as he followed him over the edge with a soft whimper. His dick twitched a little as Sebastian licked him clean.
Fuck, that would never not be sexy.
Their hearts thudding in their chests, they took a few minutes to gather themselves, before Sebastian grabbed some towels and strategically cleaned himself up, then after throwing the towels in the bin, he pulled Blaine into a soft kiss, his fingers stroking along his jaw softly.
"I think we've been gone long enough. I doubt there's anyone over the age of eighteen in that room that doesn't know what we've been up to in here." Blaine said, voice like gravel as Sebastian leaned against him.
Sebastian hummed in reply, sniffing his neck, and palming his ass with both hands. "Yeah, you stink of sex. I think I've successfully managed to lay my claim on you. Let's go, stud."
The knowing looks that they got when they left the bathroom said it all, but Sebastian just winked at Rachel on the way past, who was giving them a half-hearted stink-eye from across the room, and no one really said anything. Not that they would deny it, because let's face it, everyone should have expected it from them, anyway.
It was all pleasantries and dancing after that.
Towards the end of the night, Blaine found Sebastian perched on his chair, watching Claret and Sam like a hawk with narrowed eyes, who were sitting rather too close to be entirely platonic. Blaine huffed softly in amusement, dragging his chair out from under the table and taking his seat next to Sebastian. "You know, if the wind changes your face might stick like that."
The glare was turned towards Blaine. "This is all your fault, you know."
"Hey! How is it my fault?"
"Your constant teasing, telling them to get a room already, conveniently leaving them on their own whenever you get the chance – need I go on?"
Blaine's lips dipped, and he reached over to take Sebastian's hand into his own. "Baby, Claret is an adult now, and Sam's a great guy. They've been dancing around each other for years out of respect for you. Can't you just give them a break?"
Sebastian grunted, scraping his chair back and rising to his feet. Blaine buried his face in his hands as he strode over to his sister and their best man, but watched between the gaps in his fingers in case he needed to interject.
"Evans," Sebastian sneered, causing them both to flinch, looking up at him with worried matching expressions.
"Hey, bro," Claret quipped weakly, earning her a glare from her brother.
"Uhm. Hi, Sebastian. You're looking handsome today. Did you- is there- have you been working out?"
Blaine snorted into his hands at Sam's attempt at flattery.
"We need to have a chat," Sebastian replied, not even bothering to humour him. He pulled over a chair, slinging his legs over it and leaning on the backrest, staring the other man down. "Claret, leave us for a few minutes."
Her eyes darted between the two men nervously, but she shot Sam an apologetic smile, before making her way across the floor to join Santana and Brittany, who were dancing with the kids. Santana held a tired and disgruntled-looking Charlie in her arms, swaying her from side to side, and Brittany spun in circles with a still very much hyperactive Addie gripping onto her hands.
Sam swallowed. "Look, Seb, I-"
"Listen up, Sammy-boy," Sebastian interrupted, holding up a hand to halt him. "Even after all the shit I pulled on Blaine in high school, you've been one of our biggest supporters. You're Blaine's best friend, and you're my friend by extension. But I swear, Samifer-"
"-my name isn't-"
"-I fucking swear. Hurt her, and I'll destroy you. It's not just you and Claret, here. Addie needs a stable home, and she's already attached to you. If you ever do anything that causes my sister or niece any distress, I will pound you into the ground, and not in the sexy way. Clear?"
"Y-yes," Sam stuttered, watching Sebastian with wide eyes.
He just nodded stiffly, and Sam flinched as he moved his hand, but Sebastian just clapped him on the shoulder with a soft double thud. "Good. Take care of her."
"I will," Sam replied, fixing Sebastian with a grateful smile.
Blaine's heart warmed in his chest, because, yeah, if anyone was good enough for Claret, it was Sam, and vice versa. He had no doubt that Sam would be great with Addie – he already cared about the kid immensely, and she looked up to him.
As the night drew to a close, Blaine and Sebastian left the reception, a little hazy from the champagne, and made their way into their chauffeured wedding car, a 1966 Cadillac, which was taking them to the airport so that they could begin their three month honeymoon road trip across Europe (Brittany was temporarily taking over Sebastian's dance classes, and Santana had promised to take care of the admin stuff that Blaine usually dealt with on a day-to-day basis). They were dusted in glitter because apparently Brittany had insisted that the guests throw that instead of traditional rice or petals, saying something or other about the magic of unicorns and god knows what, Blaine hadn't really been listening.
He turned to his husband, wide grin on his face, leaning over to take his hand and squeeze it between his own. "What now?"
Sebastian smiled at him softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. "Don't care, as long as it's with you."
"Marriage has turned you soft."
"I was already soft before we got married. It's all your fault. I used to be such a badass."
Blaine giggled softly. "You're still a badass. You're my badass."
"You better believe it."