"Are you sure it looks okay?" Molly asks Kurt, tugging nervously at the waistband of her dress. He has been holed up in her room for the last hour dressing her in the outfit they had chosen earlier in the day. Kurt had to admit he rather enjoyed shopping with her and Marie, her mom. It was quite fun to pay no heed to price tags, and when Molly had spotted the perfect dress but was upset that it didn't have a sash, Kurt had quickly offered to buy some material and make her one.

"You look lovely," Kurt says as they walk along the hallway toward the staircase. "You'll look like an absolute doll dancing the waltz. Whereas I'll just look clumsy and awkward."

"No you won't," she smiles. "Besides, at least you have someone to dance with. If I'm lucky my dad might give me a quick twirl. Oh my gosh!" she squeals when the arrive at the top of the large, sweeping, elegant staircase. "Your beau is waiting for you Kurt, and he looks so handsome!"

"My beau." He smiles down at Blaine, standing looking almost nervous as he tugs on the sleeves of his tux jacket. He doesn't notice Kurt, too busy watching the never ending stream of ladies in their elegant ball gowns making their way down the stairs.

"This reminds me of Titianic," Molly gushes next to him. "When Jack waits for Rose."

"And look who's waiting for you," Kurt says with a nod toward where Jules stands biting his lip and smiling up at them. "I think you'll be getting that dance after all. Have fun," he says with a wink as she gasps and hurries down the stairs. Her descent causes Blaine to look up then, beaming with pride as Kurt walks slowly toward him, looking elegant in a classic white tie and tails.

"You look...radiant," Blaine says, voice low as he bends to kiss Kurt's hand. "Divine."

"Thank you," Kurt smiles bashfully, perilously close to giggling and jumping up and down on the spot. "You look beautiful as ever. You know I like you in a tux."

"I think last night, after the concert reminded me of that," Blaine says as they both grin at the memory. "Well, Cinderella, shall we go to the ball?"

"Uh-uh," Kurt says, rearranging their arms so Blaine's is linked through his. "You're the girl, remember?"

"I've a feeling you won't let me forget it," he laughs as they make their way outside for the short walk to the Hoffburg Palace.

"This will be one of those nights that will stay with me forever," Kurt sighs happily once they're inside the palace. "It is so romantic."

"It is rather," Blaine agrees. "But right now I have to go play. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"And I will be fine in your absence," Kurt says, kissing his cheek softly. "Because sitting here gives me a great view of you playing. So go."

The orchestra performs as the debutantes dance, meaning Kurt can relax and watch Blaine pouring his heart and soul into his music. After, they are seated for dinner- a sumptuous four course feast which they both enjoy immensely. The dancing starts, but they are content to watch a while, and listen to the soprano singing until Kurt stands. "May I have the honor?" he smiles, offering his hand to Blaine.

"Absolutely." He lets himself be led to the dance floor, and they start to twirl in time to the music, following the other couples around the floor. "One two three, one two three, one two three...I'll get the hang of it," Blaine smiles. "I don't want to let you down."

"You wouldn't. You're doing really well," Kurt smiles. "You do know we have to dance with all the ladies on our table, right?"

"What?" Blaine stumbles slightly but rights himself quickly. "I can't lead!"

"You're gonna have to," Kurt laughs.

They spend the next few dances apart, until Blaine insists he has to sit down to stop the room from spinning. "You're the first same sex couple to dance together at Le Grand Bal," Ken tells him. "Pretty amazing if you ask me."

"Really? I'll bet half the guys in this room are probably gay," Blaine laughs, "or a good third, anyway."

"But not as proud of their partners as you two are, maybe." He smiles and pats his hand. "Come on my friend, midnight approaches. Let's go."

Kurt and Gill finish their dance together and all the assembled guests gather to count the New Year in. "So," Blaine says as he slides their fingers together.

"So," Kurt grins in return.

"This is it. This is the year we become husbands."

"I know. Oh Blaine...I can't wait."

"I think you should be aware that two things are about to happen," Blaine rushes out as the crowd start counting down from ten. "I'm going to kiss you like crazy, right in front of this crowd and I don't care who's looking on, and I'm also going to cry."

"Here goes then," Kurt grins. "Three...two...one."

The crowd erupts, and the fireworks outside are booming but Blaine's hands are on Kurt's face, their lips moving together as Kurt clutches him tightly. They deepen the kiss, Blaine seeing his promise through and opening his mouth wider, prompting Kurt to do the same as their tongues meet. They kiss and they kiss, paying no heed to the people who jostle about them, all moving to get into position for the Blue Danube Waltz. A firm tap to Kurt's shoulder, followed by another, and another, eventually makes him pull back, breathless with exhilaration as he stares into Blaine's eyes.

"You...uh...you're about to get danced all over," Molly giggles.

"Huh?" he replies, eyes still trained on Blaine. "Oh...right. Yes. Dancing. Okay. May I?" he whispers, offering Blaine his hand once more.

"You may."

Blaine seems just as dazed as Kurt, and hastily wipes at his tears before they assume their positions and the music starts. The dance comes easier this time and not a word is spoken between the pair as they twirl around in perfect time, eyes trained on each other constantly.

"I need you," Blaine whispers, kissing him fiercely when the music stops.

Nodding his consent, Kurt takes Blaine's hand and leads him from the room, down the steps of the palace and along the road to the hotel. Kurt stops them outside, tugging Blaine closer by the lapels of his jacket to kiss him again, stumbling slightly as he presses their bodies closer together. "As beautiful as you look in a tux, I need you out of it," he smiles against Blaine's mouth before leading him into the hotel. They smile politely at the few guests mingling about but move up to their room quickly, not even bothering with the light when they step inside, the fireworks going off across the city and the twinkling lights bathing the room in a soft amber glow.

Their kissing becomes deeper, more intimate behind closed doors, both shrugging their jackets from their shoulders and letting them land wherever they happen to fall. Blaine lowers Kurt carefully onto the bed, smiling softly as he scoots up to rest against the pillows. They undress each other slowly, teasingly but eventually allowing their hands and mouths free roam as they taste and take. Straddling Kurt's stomach, Blaine takes the lube from him, stretching himself as Kurt watches before beckoning for him to come closer for kisses. The feeling of Blaine gasping into his mouth as he pleasures himself is deeply erotic, and Kurt has to hold tight to Blaine's hair to keep from finishing himself there and then, but eventually Blaine sinks slowly down, encasing him in warmth until he's settled flush against him.

They move together, Blaine rising and falling as Kurt thrusts up to meet him every time until they're both panting hard with the exertion, Blaine's hair now curly and wild, falling across his forehead when he leans down to capture Kurt's lips, gasping at the change of angle and sucking hard on his tongue. They break apart, Blaine sitting once more as Kurt wraps a hand around his cock and he gives himself over to wave upon wave of pleasure, crying out softly as streaks of white decorate Kurt's stomach and he follows, thrusting upward hard as he pulses inside a now exhausted Blaine who collapses hard onto his chest. They are silent, just breathing together for the longest time with Blaine nuzzled into the sweaty crook of Kurt's neck and feeling like he could stay there forever, but eventually the sticky wetness becomes too much for both of them and they move, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom before throwing the comforter to the floor and crawling under the covers.

"I don't think I've ever loved you more than I do right now, in this moment," Kurt whispers as they cuddle close. "My old man," he sighs happily, kissing into his hair. "Soon to be husband."

"I love you too, gorgeous boy," Blaine smiles against his chest. "Happy New Year."


One month later.

"BLAAAAAAAAINE!" Kurt yells as he crashes through the door of the apartment. "BLAINE! BLAINE!"

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Blaine says, emerging from the bathroom and buttoning his fly. "What is it? What's up?"

"I got it! I got the lead in our final production! Well, one of the leads...but I did it, Blaine! I did it!"

Blaine laughs, running to sweep him into his arms. "Chorus Line?"

"Yes! One of my favorites too!"

"That's wonderful," Blaine smiles, hugging him tight. "What part?"

"Mike...so I get a solo number, and lines. Lots of lines. And it's not the gay one, which I really wanted to avoid and there's gonna be agents there and directors and..."

"And you're gonna be fucking amazing!" Blaine shouts, giddy with his fiancé's success. "And I'll be there...along with everyone else of course, but I'll be there, cheering and applauding you every step of the way."

Kurt laughs loudly, letting Blaine twirl him around as he squeals. "I'm so happy!"

"You're going to be stupid busy, you realize that?" Blaine warns. "The wedding, graduation, your showcase and now this..."

"I know, but it will all culminate in our perfect wedding followed by a completely relaxing honeymoon...so... It'll be a hard few months to come but the end results will be worth it, I hope."

"They will. I really hope good things come from this for you, Kurt."

Blaine is right, and the next few months move swiftly, with Kurt spending hours rehearsing for both Chorus Line and his own Showcase, for which he must perform an excerpt from Shakespeare, a contemporary piece, a solo song and dance number as well as taking part in the group finale. On top of this, he is hell bent determined to make not only his and Blaine's wedding outfits, but all the groomsmen, the two maids of honor and the best men. Their second bedroom resembles a haberdashery shop with bolts of fabric, dummies, tape measures and scissors dotted about perilously while Blaine stands, arms outstretched patiently.

"You can't have grown," Kurt mutters angrily. "I mean for fucks sake, what man of thirty six grows?"

"Maybe I grew around my middle a bit?" Blaine offers nervously. "I mean, we've been surviving on quite a bit of takeout recently."

"Maybe..." Kurt muses as he repins one sleeve. "Shouldn't give you longer arms though. Can you get running again? Just in case? I mean, it won't do you any harm, will it?"

"No Kurt."

"Am I being obnoxiously rude?"

"Yes Kurt."

He looks up, pins between his teeth as he holds the material tightly in his hands. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Blaine laughs. "I was expecting full on Bridezilla from you for the final month anyway. So this is tame."

"I'm so stressed you wouldn't believe," he says as he works quickly to secure the longer sleeve before moving to the other side. "And tomorrow is just going to be abominable."

"We just have to be firm with everyone," Blaine says. "They're here for their fitting, and while I'm grateful everyone has made the effort to come, we also need to remind them that they can't be messing about while you're trying to work. Ugh. I feel so useless."

Kurt looks up, intrigued. "Why?"

"Because you're doing everything and I'm doing nothing."

"You're keeping me grounded, keeping me sane," he smiles. "And the music and the honeymoon and you're liaising with Cooper and the cake and the flowers..."

"Wait, what?"

"The cake and the flowers."

"Who?"

"You. You're sorting the cake and the flowers," Kurt says again, an indulgent smile on his face.

"Um..."

"No." Kurt says, eyes turning dark as he stops kneeling on the floor and stands to face him, both being an equal height with Blaine standing on a small footstool. "No, Blaine, you did not."

"It's okay," he says hastily. "We have time."

"A month!" Kurt yells. "We have a month, during which you have four recitals, and I have a weeks run of a show, my showcase AND graduation. ONE FUCKING MONTH!"

"Jeez! Okay, okay," Blaine backs out the door, hands held high. "I'll get on it."

"Give me back your jacket!"

"Sorry." He hurls the jacket back to Kurt and retreats to the living room, calling Wes immediately.

"Hey Kathy, is Wes there?"

"No, he's gone to Seb's. Listen, Blaine, while you've got five seconds...um... I'm moving in with Wes."

"About time."

"Meaning you won't have a tenant."

"Okay."

"That's it?" Kathy asks incredulosuly. "That's all you've got to say?"

"Yes," Blaine says with a sigh. "I'll worry about getting another tenant after the wedding. Just...well...look, you paid into my account last week. Let's just leave it there. Move whenever you want."

"Oh Blaine I couldn't do that. I'll give you the proper months notice and..."

"Kathy, please. We're going to be in each other's lives forever. I think we know each other well enough now to dispense with formalities- in fact you know all my darkest secrets already. Please stop paying me rent, it doesn't seem right."

"I did...Wes did talk to me, yes," she says quietly.

"Good. I told him to."

"I know. And I'm overwhelmed that you trust me enough with that, so thank you. Though I'd still like to know what was in that box Kurt had shipped to Wes all those years ago."

"No, you would not," he laughs. "Look, can you have Wes call me as soon as he's back? I've fucked up majorly, and I need his...I don't know...help, advice? Though there's not much he can do on a practical level but...ugh. Just have him call me."

"What have you done?"

"It's more what I haven't done... Like... Arranged the cake or flowers."

"Blaine!"

"I know."

"Leave it with me."

"What?"

"Leave it with me. I'll call your mom and see if she could make the cake if I decorate it. I took evening classes in sugar craft and cake decorating. I did loads of wedding cakes. And Teresa did flower arranging. If you give me your sister-in-laws number I can see if she can order the flowers in then Teresa can sort the bouquets for the girls and the table arrangements when she arrives in LA."

"Seriously, is that what the Brits do for fun?"

"Do you want me to help you or not?"

"Yes! Yes. Sorry. Thank you."

"Look, I'll see you tomorrow and we can talk through designs and stuff, in the meantime email me anything else I need, okay?"

"Kathy?"

"Yes?"

"I am eternally indebted to you."

"Too damn right you are," she laughs. "Go tell Kurt the crisis is averted and I'll see you tomorrow."

Kurt is slightly placated, though Blaine can tell he is still on edge and so wisely gives him a wide berth, opting to spend his evening on Skype with a very shrill Rachel as they work through potential song choices for the reception. The next day starts bright and early with both sets of parents on their doorstep.

"Kurt darling, Carole and I are going to make the cake," Sara says as she bustles into the apartment. "Not right now, obviously, but we need to know any ideas you have."

Blaine butts in "I have ideas."

"Very funny darling. So, Kurt."

"No..." Kurt pauses, noticing the look of hurt and bewilderment on Blaine's face. "Blaine has ideas, and good ones. I think we should hear him out. I keep saying this, but it's our wedding, not just mine. I know can be quite demanding and specific, and it's nice that everyone is prepared to indulge me- because quite frankly I deserve to be indulged- but this day is about both of us."

Their eyes meet, and though they are seated on opposite couches, with four adults between them, the look of love and longing in their eyes is unmistakable as shy smiles play on both their faces.

"Do we get to hear these ideas then?" Carole asks, looking between the both. "Blaine? Kurt?"

"Huh?" Blaine stutters into life "Oh, right. Yes. Well... Kurt...I know how much you love cupcakes...and I wondered if instead of a traditional cake we just have a huge tower of cupcakes?"

"Yes." Kurt agrees immediately. "A tower of cupcakes. Yes."

"Well that was easy," Sara laughs. "When Kathy arrives we can discuss the decorations but for now I'm guessing Kurt wants to get these fittings underway. Mike, hurry along with Kurt now...and behave."

"Hey dad," Blaine calls after him as he shuffles down the hall. "You okay?"

"Oh I'm fine," Mike says with a small smile. "Just fine."

"Sure?"

"A little under the weather, that's all," he says, patting Blaine's hand. "But excited for the wedding. Now, let's get this suit fitted."

The day becomes louder with the arrival of Wes, Kathy, Sebastian and Joe, followed shortly after by Rachel, Finn, Santana, Nick and Jeff. Blaine keeps meaning to speak with his dad again, but with all the hustle and bustle, plus talking with Kathy about the cake and sending emails to Teresa and Claire about the flowers, it never quite manages to happen.

"Okay, girls... You're up next!" Kurt calls out, and is taken aback when Blaine walks in instead. "What are you doing in here? I thought you were ordering pizza?"

"I needed to kiss you," he says simply, taking the dress from Kurt's hands and placing it carefully on the table. "This is all wonderful and fun and busy and frantic...but I don't want us to lose sight of each other. I need to hold you in my arms, I need to feel your lips on mine and I need to tell you how much I love you."

Kurt smiles, his whole face lighting up as his arms come to rest loosely over Blaine's shoulders. "I think that sounds pretty perfect and adorable to me," he says, nudging their noses together. "I love you too."

Blaine chuckles. "I haven't told you how much yet."

"I know how much. But how about you show me later tonight when all these goons have left?"

"You've just called all our closest family and friends goons," Blaine laughs softly. "But yes, that sounds perfect. I think we'll be needing a relaxing soak in the tub."

He leans in, bushing his lips over Kurt's in a featherlight touch which quickly deepens as they sigh into one another's mouths, teasing with their tongues and gripping each other tightly.

"I might have known," Santana drawls as her and Rachel walk into the room. "Put each other down. Jeez."

"Blaine, kindly leave the room so Santana and I can undress."

"Too many jokes," Blaine smiles as he backs away from Kurt reluctantly, blowing a him a kiss. "Too many jokes."

The day is exhausting, culminating in everyone eating takeout pizza courtesy of the two grooms, and goodbyes are bid with the promise to see each other for the following weekends bachelor party. Kurt hurries back to his room to continue sewing while Blaine shuts himself away with his piano to attend to his neglected advertising work, and it is gone midnight when they finally find themselves in the tub together, Kurt lying back happily against Blaine's chest as they relax.

"I'm almost frightened to say it, but I think the outfits are pretty much done," Kurt says proudly. "You wanna see?"

"Tomorrow, if that's okay," Blaine says, tightening his legs possessively around Kurt's waist. "Tonight you're mine."

Kurt grins, leaning his head back onto Blaine's shoulder. "I like the sound of that."

"I don't want to see your outfit though. I know you've seen mine- that's unavoidable- but I'd like to wait and see yours on the day, and just hope I don't rip it right off you there and then."

"There will be no ripping involved, thank you," Kurt says primly. "Only careful unbuttoning and lint rolling before hanging neatly."

"You're expecting me to lint roller your jacket on our wedding night? Yeah, cause that's gonna happen."

Thay laugh together before Blaine leans to kiss at Kurt's neck. "Are you tired?"

"Yes, to the depths of my bones. But I'm not too tired for you."

"Excited?"

"Not yet," Kurt says, looking down, "but if you keep kissing my neck like that..."

"I was talking about the wedding."

"I knew that," Kurt laughs, "and yes. Very. How about you, Mr. Anderson-Hummel to be?"

"Kuuuurt," Blaine moans, letting his head fall forward in despair.

"I said it wrong again, didn't I?"

"Do you want to just change it? You say it that way around all the time. Is it a not so subtle hint that I'm missing?"

"No! No." Kurt turns, the water sloshing over the tub until he settles his chin on Blaine's chest and lets his arms circle his waist. "Everytime I say it I then think to myself 'that doesn't sound as beautiful as it ought,' and that's why. Because Hummel-Anderson sounds better."

"If you're sure." Blaine looks down at him, eyes searching for any doubt or hesitation but he finds none. He laughs when Kurt pokes his tongue out to circle lazily around one nipple. "You're a little devil."

"Horny," he replies, as if that explains everything.

By the time Kurt finds himself bent over, gripping the edge of the bath tub as Blaine pushes into him, the horniness has moved to sheer want and desperation as he loudly yells for more. Blaine drives deeper and harder as Kurt begs and begs for Blaine to fill him, which he does, fingers leaving bruises in their wake and Blaine falling hard over Kurt's back, dropping sloppy and erratic kisses wherever he can reach.

"Bed," he groans. "I'm too old for all these shenanigans. I need to sleep."

"I liked that," Kurt says, standing upright and falling into Blaine's embrace.

"Well that's good," Blaine laughs loudly, kissing his cheek. "C'mon, we're both too tired to make any sense anymore."

They crawl into bed, Blaine spooning himself behind Kurt, kissing his shoulder as they lie in the dark. "Kurt?" he whispers.

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember, when you were small, what it felt like to lie in bed and wait for Santa?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiles in the black, chucking quietly at the memory.

"I feel like that now. Those excitable bubbles that fizz in my tummy, the bright twinkling stars that appear whenever I close my eyes...all of that."

"You are beyond cute," Kurt says, turning to face him, grinning at Blaine's face beaming in the moonlight.

"Only this time something even more unimaginable and excitable is taking place."

"Something more exciting than an old man climbing down your chimney in the middle of the night?" Kurt teases, wrinkling his nose. "Yeah, you're right," he says, turning onto his back for Blaine to rest on his chest. "Too tired to make any sense."