"I'm not good enough for him. I'm ruining his life. What have I done?"

"Blaine you need to calm down. You have not ruined his life. You are just panicking. Everyone does it." Jeff was fanning Blaine with his hands while speaking lightly, trying to calm the groom's nerves.

"Oh my God and my family? I can't believe I've dragged him into this."

"You didn't drag him into anything. He came willingly."

"That's it. I'm retiring from music and hiding away in a cabin in Alaska!" Blaine threw his hands up then fell on the couch and covered his face.

Jeff sat beside him with a hand on his shoulder. "Blaine, listen to me. Ever since I first met you, you have told me that you aren't a romantic and you don't know anything about love."

Blaine raised his head just enough to see Jeff's concerned face.

"Well I'm calling bullshit. You have been and continue to be the most romantic person I know. Kurt is going to fall in love with you more every day of his life. It would be impossible not to." Blaine smiled but was still visibly panicking.

"What about my life. How long do you think Kurt can handle it?"

"Kurt will handle it as long as you need him to because he loves you more than anything." He grabbed both of Blaine's shoulders and shook him. "So you are going to meet your groom under that amazingly beautiful trellis that he designed and you are going to marry him. And you are going to say your vows. And you are going to kiss him at the end of it. And in front of everyone that you care about and everyone that cares about you, and you two will be married." Blaine nodded his head and Jeff saw the start of a smile paint itself across his face.

"Thank you, Jeff."

"No thank you, Blaine. Everything I learned about love, I learned from you. The entire world looks up to you and Kurt. Now is your time to be selfish about it. Show everyone how much you love him. Both of you deserve it."

They smiled at each other until Santana peeked her head in the door.

She looked gorgeous in an all-black dress with a slit up the leg. She couldn't contain her genuine excitement for the occasion, "Well Mr. Anderson…Are you ready?"

Blaine stood and smiled back at her. "Is he?" She looked around the back of the door, then nodded at Blaine. "I think so."

"Time to get married."

"No. No. No. NO."

"Kurt you need to calm down."

Mercedes was trying to grip his shoulders and force him into a chair. He began slapping himself and she ripped his hand away.

"Boy, what is your problem?!"

"This isn't actually real. This is a super intricate dream that has just taken me a while to wake up from."

Mercedes laughed in his face. "You are something else." She pushed him in front of the vanity. "Get your fine ass ready because you are about to marry Blaine Anderson."

"No, I'm not."

"Kurt you two have been together for a while now. You can't keep denying that it's real like you did before your first date."

"You're right. Maybe I should have some espresso."

"Oh no you don't" Mercedes jammed him back onto the stool in front of the mirror and shoved a jar of pomade into his hands. "Get ready."

Mercedes had left to check with the rest of the party to make sure everything was running smoothly. Luckily none of the paparazzi knew the wedding was happening so they didn't have a media problem yet.

There was a knock on the door of Kurt's dressing room.

"Dad? Come in." The heavy-handed knock was familiar, and he felt relieved to hear it in his stressed-out state.

"Don't ever call me that."

Kurt's body was glued to its spot as if the copious amounts of hairspray had stuck him there.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt continued fixing his hair casually, trying to hide the level of fear seizing his chest.

"Don't marry my son. I know you're probably in this for the money, so we can work out a settlement, but only if you don't marry him."

"Mr. Anderson, I don't think you understand what is happening here."

"It took me a long time. Throughout his schooling I didn't understand, but I do now." Mr. Anderson swayed as he walked which bothered Kurt to watch through his mirror. He circled the room, a predator measuring his surroundings.

"Please elaborate." Kurt smiled a thinly stretched smile. The kind that looked like his skin was dry and cracked and pulling it apart anymore might take a chunk out of his face.

"He was angry at me for what I did. What would make me angrier than homosexuality? So he changed his lifestyle to enrage me. He planned an entire wedding with a random stranger. He was never going to go through with it, he just wanted to push me to my limits. Well I'm at my limits. I did a horrible thing last night, but he survived, and I am here to make amends. So I will pay for your trouble as an actor in this elaborate scheme. We can tell Blaine together that it's time to end it."

Kurt was surprised at himself for the next thing he did. He thought he might shrink back in fear and run away. But he knew he couldn't run away, he had someone to protect now. "Listen Mr. Anderson. I appreciate the offer, really it sounds great. I'm glad you want to make amends. However, none of this is a scheme. Blaine and I love each other, and we want to spend every minute from here forward together. If that's a problem for you then you can take it up with yourself because if you don't want to bless this marriage you will be none too kindly escorted out. In fact, it may just be better you leave because looking in your eyes and knowing what you've done makes me want to commit violent acts against you. Acts that I have vehemently opposed my entire life."

Mr. Anderson stepped forward, the anger in his eyes flickering. Kurt started to worry about what he had said. He knew that in physical combat he would lose to the large man, he would probably lose to anybody, he wasn't a boxer like Blaine.

Kurt regretted standing and stepping away from the stool, because now there was nothing between them and nothing near him.

"I tried to be professional." A step closer. "I tried to work things out like adults." Another step. "I'm sure Blaine has told you all manner of made up stories about his childhood. About me beating him. About him bravely running away." Kurt heard the mockery in the man's voice and swallowed the bile rising in the back of his throat.

Their eyes remained fixed on each other. Kurt's narrowed, the light blue darkening with rage. Mr. Anderson's just black, nothing like the soft caramel of Blaine's.

"You probably wanted to believe him too. You probably sat on the floor looking up at him as he told these heroic stories. I'm sure you did whatever you could to stay with him. I did some research. Found out that you've been a fan all along. So I'm curious, how exactly did you trick my son into thinking this was real?"

Kurt was breathing warm air out his nose. He could hear each breath releasing like an angry horse.

"Your son's music gave me courage when I needed it most and it continues to do so. But now. For some reason, that I still don't understand. I am lucky enough to be inspired everyday by Blaine's courage, hope, and general love of life. You wouldn't know anything about what kind of person your son is, you were never around and when you were you were too busy beating the Blaineness out of Blaine that you didn't take any time to learn about him. So don't stomp in here in your outdated Dockers telling me to stop pretending to love Blaine, because if anyone in this room needs to stop pretending…ITS YOU."

Mr. Anderson had enough. He wouldn't let a young man, let alone a young gay man talk to him like that. He raised an arm and smiled as Kurt winced.

Kurt closed his eyes and put his arms above his head to block the inevitable blow. After a few seconds, when he didn't feel a hit, he peeled his eyes open.

His view was blocked by a river of black hair. He looked up to see that Mr. Anderson's fist was still above his head, ready to come down on Kurt, but a much smaller hand was shaking with the effort of preventing that from happening.

"Give it up asshole."

"Who the hell are you?"

"La diabla from Lima Heights Adjacent, bitch!"

"Oh my God. Santana what are you doing here?!" Kurt ran out from behind her to help her fight off the man.

There was a grunt as Mr. Anderson threw his left arm out, successfully knocking Santana across the room. She squealed as she slid across the marble.

"You have girls fighting for you?" Mr. Anderson took a moment to laugh, which was a huge mistake on his part.

Kurt was running to help Santana when she growled. Her hair whipped up as she sprung from the ground. She reached up into her high ponytail and pulled something out that caught the light. Kurt was too taken aback to figure out exactly what it was. But he watched her charge at Mr. Anderson's still shaking body as he chortled. Her teeth were bared, and Kurt was positive he saw actual fire in her pupils.

"Oh you've pissed off Satan." Was all he had a chance to murmur before Santana threw herself onto the man. She wrapped her legs around him and put him in a choke hold. The object was thrust down into his shoulder and he howled in pain. It echoed through the room. Kurt's hands flew to his ears. Everything was louder with the adrenaline pumping.

The beast fell to his knees and Santana gracefully hopped off of his back where she had previously sunk her claws into. Kurt stared, wide eyed and open mouthed at Santana smiling proudly and Blaine's father with a small knife sticking out of his shoulder, blood trickling down his fresh pressed suit.

After a brief moment of moaning, Mr. Anderson fell over unconscious. They stared at him and the soft rise and fall of his chest. Kurt was relieved to see the signs of breathing, though he wasn't a fan of Mr. Anderson, he wasn't sure if it was bad luck to witness the murder of your groom's blood relative on your wedding day.

"So what do we do now?" Kurt muttered. Running his hands through his mussed-up hair.

There was a knock on the door and he whipped his head, terrified of the intrusion of sound. Before he could answer it, the door creaked open.

"Kurt?"

"Dad."

"You're running a little behind, we wanted to check and see if things were still—What in the world?" Burt's eyes landed on the still figure lying in a pool of blood on the ground of Kurt's dressing room.

"He's not dead." Santana assured quickly, still hiding a satisfied grin.

There was shuffling outside and Blaine stormed in. "Kurt, I understand if you don't want to marry me. I've been thinking about it all morning and it makes no sense for us to get married. I don't deserve you. You are the greatest man in the world and I'm just a piece of shit rockstar that won't ever be able to get his life together. And I thought Jeff was right when he said I was a good enough man to deserve you, but you didn't show up on time and I thought about it as I stood under the trellis and all I have to say is I'm not mad that you don't want to marry me because I understand and my life is a mess and you deserve someone that isn't a mess and doesn't have a stupid, tragic backstory and I'm sorry I wasted your time. And. And."

Blaine finally looked up. He'd rammed into the room with his hands over his face, either covering up the tears or just in a general state of distress. Burt was staring at him, Santana had a strangely satisfied grin on her face and a blood like substance on her hands, and Kurt. Kurt had tears in his eyes and was wringing his hands nervously. He focused on Kurt's hands, he had a tendency to rub them that way when he didn't know how to say something. Blaine frowned, he probably didn't know how to say that Blaine was right.

He made to turn and leave Kurt's dressing room so that neither of them would have to say goodbye. When his head swiveled, it caught sight of the man on the ground. The slain beast.

"Is that?—"

"I stabbed him in the shoulder with a knife. He's not dead." Santana stated.

"Kurt?" Blaine turned back to his fiancé. The distress now replaced with worry.

"He uh. He came in and offered me a settlement if I told everyone that I was an actor you hired to play your fiancé. He said you wouldn't go through with the wedding, that it was all a ruse set up to make him angry. There was an argument. He was going to hurt me. Santana stopped him."

"Kurt, I'm so—"

"You just said you didn't want to get married." The tears in Kurt's eyes dried up.

"Kurt I want you more than anything in the world."

"Why did you burst in here saying we should call it off?"

"I didn't think I deserved you."

"And you think I spent all morning, just combing my hair?"

"It's not an unlikely scenario." Blaine joked halfheartedly.

"Blaine, I was slapping myself in the face because I thought this whole thing was a dream, I had yet to wake up from. I thought I would stand next to you up there and right before I could say I do, I would wake and go about my day same as I always had. Humming your songs as I wash dishes, being the closest to you I ever get. It wasn't until he showed up that I realized that you were mine and I had to protect you."

"You thought this was a dream."

"It sort of feels like one." Kurt smiled and took one of Blaine's hands. Blaine squinted in disgust and turned to the body on the ground.

"Is there usually an unconscious piece of shit on the floor in your dreams?"

"I've had some pretty vivid dreams." He held his other hand up, still shaking from the adrenaline rush and caressed Blaine's cheek. Blaine turned into it to kiss his palm, bringing his own hand up to cover Kurt's and calm the shaking. "Plus, I know even my active imagination couldn't dream up something this beautiful."

"Can we please get married now. I literally cannot stand one more moment of us not being husbands."

"Yes! It's about time." Burt hustled them out of the room. "People are starting to get antsy." Santana gave Mr. Anderson's body on the ground a kick before shrugging and closing the door. She spoke with the guards at the doors and walked away. They could handle the taking him to the hospital and arresting him thing later, there was a wedding to put on.

Burt was the first down the aisle. Everyone was talking amongst themselves. There were shushes and rustling. Burt put his hands up to grab their attention. "Sorry everyone for the delay. We were just silencing the people that might object to the marriage." He said it jokingly, but Mrs. Anderson sitting on the far side of the third row, looked over her shoulder.

"Okay well if everyone is ready. I think it's about time we get this thing going and get these boys married. How does that sound?" There were a few cheers and some clapping. A nod to the corner was followed by the piano instrumental of Elton John's, Your Song.

Mercedes and Jeff walked arm in arm down the aisle slowly. They smiled at everyone and giggled as they went by. She held her bouquet in front of her face to cover up a laugh when Burt looked curiously at them. This wasn't how they had rehearsed.

Everyone stood and gasped as the grooms came into view. Never had they seen the couple to be married walk down the aisle together. Blaine smiled over at Kurt as they approached the starting line. Kurt reached over and straightened the boutonniere attached to Blaine's jacket before smiling back at him and nodding his head.

They smiled at the few flashes from Sarah and her crew. They had been smart enough to insist that guests not take out their cameras as they had paid plenty of money for a trusted professional to do it. Sarah had what Blaine referred to as photographer agility. She could bend to fit in all sorts of weird places to get the right angle. She was quick as well. One second she would be taking a photo from the left then without even seeing her pass by she was taking one from the right. Hers were bound to be a million times better than a bunch of blurry cell phone pictures.

As they made it towards the front rows they slowed down to smile at their family and close friends. June Dolloway was seated in the aisle and she leaned out to take Kurt's hand. He lit up with a toothy grin that made her and Blaine laugh, then she stepped away to let them continue on. Blaine bumped fists with a few warblers that were seated in the front row on his side. Some of Kurt's high school friends were over there as well and he smiled coyly at them. Kurt looked over and grinned, blowing a kiss to Rachel.

They turned to the rest of the New Directions in the other rows. Mr. Schue clapped Kurt on the back. Kurt smiled and laughed through watery eyes as they all reached for him with tears on their faces. Every one of them remembered what he went through and not one of them wasn't ecstatic that after all that he had found someone so perfect for him. Mike was rubbing Tina's back as she sobbed into his sleeve.

In the front row, Carole stood from the second seat and put her arms out to hug Kurt. She whispered in his ear. "We saved her the best seat." He looked into Carole's eyes confused, as she gestured down at the first seat in the row. A picture frame was set up on it with a photo of Kurt's mother. Beside the frame rested a few daisies. He let out a soft sob and bit his lip.

He mouthed thank you and hugged Carole again. She smiled over at Blaine, who was only just keeping himself composed at seeing Kurt's reaction to Blaine and Carole's surprise memorial. Once Kurt pulled away Carole reached over and pulled Blaine in. Finn reaching over and putting an arm around his step-brother as Blaine smiled into Carole's ear.

After Carole pulled away from Blaine, he stuck his chin over his shoulder and glanced back through the rows. He spotted his own mother and offered her a small smile. She smiled back and nodded her head. He turned back just as Finn crashed into him, giving him a tight hug. The guests laughed lightly at the pure adoration between Finn and Blaine.

"Okay. Okay. Now get on up here." Burt basically pulled them up the rest of the aisle. "Everyone may be seated." There was shuffling and chair scooching as they all sat, preparing themselves for what was bound to be an emotional ceremony.

"Now when Kurt asked if I would do the ceremony, I was very manly about it. I cried over the phone for 10 minutes before finally telling him yes." Burt paused so everyone could laugh. "Now if you would have told me at the beginning of the summer that my little boy was going to marry the rockstar Blaine Anderson. The bad boy that stays out all night drinking and doing reckless things, I would have roughed you up then hid Kurt away in an underground bunker."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand.

"Now. Hell even right around Thanksgiving if you would have told me, I would not have been more proud. You see, I, like many other people in this world, believed every horrible thing I heard about this young man right here. I didn't like that my son had started dating him let alone that he even listened to his music. But then I got to know Blaine. We all got to know Blaine. And, son—" Burt looked right in Blaine's eyes. "I could not be more proud to now call you a part of our family."

His eyes got watery as he hesitantly turned to Kurt who was fighting back tears. "And Kurt. I never knew how to help you as you grew up. With your mother passing away. With you coming out. I never knew what to do. I could support you, but I could never make you feel like you weren't completely alone." Burt had given up on trying to keep the tears from his eyes. "If I could have told you then. That you would be here now. Standing beside the love of your life. Getting legally married. I wish I could have told you that so you would realize that it does get better and in the grand scheme of things." He wiped his nose on his sleeve. "You're not alone."

Blaine was the first one to lose it. He was laugh crying and he had to turn into Kurt's shoulder to regain his composure.

"Keep it together kid, you've got an image to uphold." Burt joked with tears spilling down his own face. Blaine peaked up at Kurt who was solemnly looking forward with rivulets chasing each other down his porcelain cheeks.

"Okay let's do the vows. I need a minute." The room laughed with wet faces. "Kurt."

"I uh." Kurt wiped his eyes on a handkerchief. "I used to dream about this day all the time. I would stare at the poster of you I had on my wall and imagine all these crazy wedding themes we could possibly have had. I would have screamed if I knew back then that I would actually be standing beside you exchanging vows someday."

"Does this live up to your dreams?"

"It's better actually. Because instead of teen heartthrob Blaine Anderson. I am standing beside just Blaine, the absolute perfect man and love of my life. Who just so happens to be on a lifesize poster rolled up under my bed. I know you now. I used to just have a crush on you, now that I know how perfectly imperfect you are, I am lost body and soul."

Kurt took a deep breath. "So. I promise to remember even when things are absolutely insane. That to me you are not only Rockstar Blaine Anderson, but also just Blaine. That talkative hipster from the coffeeshop. I promise to enter the crazy with you and hold your hand the whole way through. I promise to trash talk journalists when they're mean to you. I promise to listen to you sing the same song in the shower over and over without complaining to all of America (again). I promise to keep you warm when you're cold and be your light when it's dark. We fell in love fast, but I know it will last forever. I vow to you it will. I will never stop loving you, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine hung his head to cry and Kurt wrapped a hand around the back of his head and stroked his neck.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Oh I'm ready." Blaine chuckled, pulling a folded-up piece of paper out of his blazer pocket. "Just like at least one third of my songs, I wrote this right before going on. So I'll need to read to remember."

"I had mine memorized." Kurt boasted, and Blaine glared at him.

"Kurt. I made you promises very early on in our relationship. I put my ring on your hand and when I saw it I knew- I guess I knew deep down that our hands were meant to hold each other's, fearlessly and forever." Kurt took a deep breath as one of his hands slid into Blaine's. Blaine smiled up at him then looked back at the paper shaking in his other hand.

"I am a work in progress. I promise you I will never give up on myself. But continue to fight to make myself the man you see in me. I promise to be a good father when we have children. To always spoil them with cronuts when your back is turned. I promise to never stray from you, to never doubt you, to not let my past affect how I treat you. I could spend hours, years even. Making specific promises, but so our guests can get around to the food and free alcohol which they all came for, I will sum up. I vow to be your teenage dream. To make loving you the only thing I do recklessly. I want to be more than just the boy on your poster. Also, I want to discuss why you still have that poster under your bed, but that's for a different time." Kurt burst into laughter, placing his forehead against Blaine's. His body was rattling as Blaine continued on. "Kurt, I love you and I want to thank you for teaching me that the greatest feeling in the world is to love and to be loved in return."

The floor of the hall they were being married in could have been mopped with the amount of tears on the floor. There wasn't a single dry eye in the room. Even Puck was nuzzling into Quinn to hide the gloss on his eyelid.

"That being said. Do you, Kurt Hummel take Blaine Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Kurt squeaked.

"And do you Blaine Anderson take Kurt Hummel to be your lawfully wedded husband as long as you both shall live?"

"And then some."

The audience cheered as the grooms anxiously shifted weight on their feet. Their eyes locked and ready for the proclamation.

"Okay, then with the power vested in me by a shady website and the state of New York, I now pronounce you married. You may ki—well I guess I figured I wouldn't even have to tell you."

Everyone clapped and chuckled as Kurt threw himself at Blaine before his father was even finished with the pronunciation.

"Now Kurt there's no mistletoe." Burt joked. Earning him a quick glare as Kurt pulled away from Blaine, only to have Blaine pull him back in.

The sounds of their guests washed away as they were lost in the kiss. Blaine pulled back just enough to brush his lips against Kurt's and whisper, "Hi Mr. Handerson."

"I told you we're not doing that." Kurt pressed his mouth against Blaine's again before he could say anything else.

"Alright. That's enough of that. We have a party to throw. If your guests wanted to see you making out they could just open any tabloid." Burt pushed them toward the aisle. They walked hand in hand down it with Mercedes and Jeff in tow.

Everyone was throwing tiny shreds of paper at them. Kurt and Blaine laughed as they picked pieces out of each other's hair. Turning back to Mercedes and Jeff, Blaine held it up.

"Ripped up paper? Did we not leave enough room in the budget for confetti?"

"They're—uh—ripped up papers with all you're scrapped song lyrics on them." Jeff laughed.

"We thought it was much more you. You tortured artist." Mercedes gave him a light punch on the arm.

"That's hilarious. I can't believe you remember that story." Blaine turned to kiss Kurt on the cheek, before swiveling around again to look seriously at Mercedes. "You're not going to light this place on fire, are you?"

They finished their walk down the aisle. They made to walk back toward their dressing rooms to get rid of the puffiness of crying and fix their hair before the reception, but Santana urged them in the other direction.

"I just need to grab something, Tana. Let us through."

"No, Blaine." Blaine was about to get angry with her, when he looked behind her thin body. A police officer was escorting a couple of EMS people out of the building. They were pushing a gurney with a dark lump on it.

"It's your wedding day. Don't let this ruin it anymore." Santana looked sadly at him, trying to turn him away. Luckily the guests were being led through double doors on the other side of the room to get to the reception hall.

"We should go." Kurt whispered into his ear, resting his chin on Blaine's shoulder and wrapping his arms around him.

"No. I want to see this. It will be a great wedding gift to see that monster finally get what he deserves."

Blaine's eyes darkened as he glared past Santana at the retreating figures. They wheeled him all the way out the door to the back of an awaiting police car. Despite being unconscious just a few minutes before, they forced him up. He seemed groggy at first but as he peered through the still open door at his son, he recovered.

One of the medics was reapplying a bandage to his shoulder, for the first time in all of Blaine's life, the man winced. Blaine smiled. His father never took his eyes off of him. Blaine stepped out from in front of Kurt and took his left hand. Without taking his eyes off his father, he put it up to his lips and kissed it.

"Let's go, love." Blaine turned, hoping that was the last time he would ever look into those dark soulless eyes. Instead he looked into the hopeful rippling blue of his husband's. "We've got a wedding to celebrate."

"Alright Baline let's go."

"Oh my love, we have come a long way from there." Blaine laughed at his husband's snarky attitude when they first met.

"Yes we have, my everything."