Kurt and Adam entered the building and walked hand in hand down the hall to find the office they were looking for. They didn't know what to expect, but neither one of them had been expecting a mid-'90s vibe that they saw through the glass door as they approached, but they stepped fully inside the small waiting area with quite a few doors leading off of it.

The receptionist greeted them. "Good afternoon. I'm Delanie."

"Kurt."

"Adam."

She nodded. "If you gentlemen will just have a seat right over there at those computers, the intake assessment is all set up for you to take. Feel free to hang your coats in the closet." She pointed to a golden yellow door not far from the computers.

Kurt and Adam looked suspiciously at the two older iMacs, one grape and one lime. They hung their coats up, walked over to the small table, and sat down to complete the required forms. They had been informed that their initial appointment would take an hour and a half, but they hadn't been told what exactly it involved.

After around a hundred questions about their preferences on a wide variety of topics, they both finally finished about 45 minutes after they had sat down. When they got up, Delanie spoke to them again.

"It will be about 15 minutes before Mr. Dulante will see you. Feel free to wander around the showroom through the purple door. We have a lot of our options set up in there to make your choices easier than looking through a website or catalogue.

"Thank you," Kurt said. He reached for Adam's hand and they went into the small showroom and began to look around.

They hadn't made it through the whole area before they heard their names called from the door. They turned around and followed the receptionist back into the room they had been in before. She pointed to the orange door to left of her desk.

Once they were inside, they sat down side by side in the chairs that faced Mr. Dulante's desk. He had 16x20 photos of happy newlywed couples framed and hanging all around his office.

"I'm afraid this is the most unusual situation I've faced in a while. How long have to two gentlemen been together? If you don't mind me asking."

Adam answered, "Three years, next month. In January."

Kurt nodded in agreement.

"Do you two get along well in general?"

"We do," Kurt said, confused. "We don't ever really fight. We had a few misunderstandings when we first started to date, but those were mostly instigated by my at-the-time harridan roommates. Why?"

"Your intake forms could not have been more different. There wasn't one single question that they two of you answered in the same way." He paused, obviously struggling to find the right words. "Have you two actually discussed getting married?"

"Yes, of course," Adam said. "It wasn't a surprise proposal. We had discussed our future together numerous times. We actually went out ring shopping together. Afterwards, we made a nice dinner together at home and exchanged the rings after dessert."

"I see. I'm just not sure where to start. I definitely do not want to start conflict." He looked through the list. "Let's start with the food. Kurt marked that he'd like hors d'oeuvres and mini desserts. Adam marked that he would like a full sit-down dinner with appetizers, three choices of entrées, and a 3-tiered cake that includes three different flavors of cake."

Kurt looked at Adam in surprise, which was met with a look of confusion on Adam's face.

"Well, I'm not sure what to say," Kurt looked down at his lap. "I guess I came into this assuming that we're planning to play for the wedding ourselves."

"I did as well, darling."

He quietly said, "I can't afford half of a sit-down dinner and an expensive cake."

"Let's move on to the venue. Adam marked that he'd like an outdoor location, such as Central Park. Kurt chose an indoor location – one of the bars that we are affiliated with."

"A bar?" Adam asked, completely blindsided that Kurt would choose that option.

Kurt nodded. "They have party rooms that are available during the daytime. Well, the evening too. But for weddings, they have daytime openings."

"I see."

Kurt went on. "I know that several of them are in buildings with parking garages, which would make it easier for people who will be driving in or flying into town and renting cars."

"That makes sense. I guess I'd have to see some of these places because what I'm envisioning in no way seems suitable for our wedding."

Kurt nodded. "I didn't choose an outdoor location because the weather and tourists are too hard to predict. I didn't want our guests to get wet or to end up with wedding crashers."

"Also, valid points that I hadn't considered."

"Kurt had some very specific wishes for the flowers, several of which were on the list of flowers that Adam had eliminated as options."

They both nodded.

"Kurt marked 'No alcohol' while Adam marked 'Open bar'."

Kurt said, "That came from having attending weddings where people got smashed and it ruined at least one friendship." He thought back to the Schuester's wedding where most everyone got drunk. He had not attended, but he heard about it later from Santana. Sam, Blaine, and Tina still weren't speaking to each other after the drunken four-way that included Brittany that took place that evening after the reception. Brittany was in favor of a repeat. Tina had come out as bi a few months later. Blaine had immediately reasserted his gay status. Sam had never publicly said anything. Kurt was pulled out of his thoughts by Adam's question.

"Weren't all of your high school friends under 21 until recently?"

"They were. They had fake IDs."

"I see. But you haven't even included any of them on the guest list, except Mercedes."

"That's true, but alcohol is also very expensive. An open bar would cost us more than a 2-week stay in Europe, given how much people tend to drink when they don't have to cover the cost."

"So, maybe an option of a glass of wine with dinner," Mr. Dulante offered.

Neither of them looked pleased.

Mr. Dulante looked away from his computer screen and stood up. "How about for the rest of today's visit, you two move over to our kitchen area. You can sample some our options for desserts and cake flavors?"

Kurt's face brightened a bit.

Adam nodded. "That sounds lovely."

When they stepped outside the office, Mr. Dulante said, "It's through the turquoise door."

"Thank you," Kurt said before he opened the door and let Adam walk through. Adam waited right inside the door and took Kurt's hand before walking down a short hallway following the pink stripe on the wall that said bakery.

Adam opened the bright pink door and let Kurt step inside. He pushed the door closed behind him and followed Kurt over to the bakery case he was already examining.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," the man behind the counter said. "I'm Morgan, one of the bakers."

"Good afternoon," Adam echoed back cheerfully.

"Just let me know what you'd like to sample, but first you need to grab one of those small clipboards with the product names on it so you can write down your impressions and mark the items you're the most interested in."

Kurt and Adam turned around and walked to the end of the small counter with barstools and took clipboards. They looked down the list and in the case, selecting their five samples. When they finished, they sat down. Morgan looked at their lists and brought their choices around to the counter. They both tried all ten items and ranked them. When they finished, the put their clipboards side by side and looked through their notes.

"You like the five you chose the best and I like the five I chose the best." Kurt sighed. "This isn't working." He removed the two sheets from the clipboards. He stood. "If it's alright with you, we'd like to take the sheets and think about it for a bit longer."

"Sure, sure," Morgan responded with an understanding tone. "No problem. If you forget what something looks like, just check our website in the bakery section. We have photographs of each item from a couple of angles."

"We'll do that. Thank you for your time," Adam said.

He walked through the door that Kurt was holding open for him and down the hall. When they got back to the intake area, Kurt walked directly to the coat closet and grabbed his coat. He pulled Adam's off the rack and held it for Adam to slip his arms in.

He turned to the receptionist. "We'll be in touch. We have some things to discuss before making any final decisions."

"Of course. Thank you for giving us a chance."

"Thank you for your time," Adam said. He opened the door and held it for Kurt to walk through.

Kurt had stopped just outside the door. He was clearly caught up in his own thoughts because he didn't reach out for Adam's hand when it was offered. Adam didn't take it as a slight and instead wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist. They walked in silence to the subway station.

Right before they were about to descend to the platform to wait for their train, Kurt asked, "Would it be alright if we just go home instead of out to dinner? I'm more in the mood to take a bath, put on sweats, and order a pizza."

"Sure, darling. I do get to share the bath with you though, right?"

"Of course."

An hour later, they both entered their bedroom in search of clothes to lounge around in. Kurt grabbed a singlet, a hoodie, soft, warm fleece lounge pants, and fuzzy socks. Adam grabbed a pair of sweats with holes in the knees and an old baggy t-shirt of a band he liked that he had gotten at a secondhand place for next to nothing, and remained barefoot. Once they were dressed, Kurt ordered their usual pizza. They went in the living room and lay down on the sofa together and Kurt snuggled into Adam's chest. He put his phone on the coffee table, and then wrapped his arm around Adam's neck.

To fill the time while they waited for their pizza and to postpone the conversation they both knew they needed to have but were both dreading, Adam grabbed the remote and started the next episode of Downton Abbey. A few minutes after it ended, the intercom buzzed. Adam went down and brought their pizza back up.

While Adam was gone, Kurt got out two plates and some napkins, as well as fork and knife for Adam and set the table. He poured himself some unsweetened ice tea and filled a glass with lemonade for Adam and put them on the table and sat down to wait.

When Adam came back in, he put the pizza between them and took a piece and put it on his plate. He used the fork and knife to cut his pizza and took the first bite.

Kurt picked up a slice of his banana pepper, mushroom, and spinach pizza and took a bite.

Once he had finished his first piece, Kurt said, "I know there's a solution for our wedding. I've been thinking ever since we got home, well, even before, but I was upset then."

Adam nodded. He cut another bite of his 3-cheese pizza, poked it with his fork, and put it in his mouth.

"Look at us. Look at our pizza. Look at how we're dressed. You don't like anything on your pizza besides cheese. You're in an oversize tee and ancient sweats with holes in them. I'm in a layers and warm long pants. We're not identical. We like a lot of the same things, musicals, music in general, art, science-ish stuff – like going to museums, history. But we don't choose the same drinks when we go to a coffee shop. We don't choose the same pastries or desserts. We sat down and negotiated on how to re-organize the kitchen when I moved in with you. We tried to work through how to integrate and organize our books and music and finally came to the conclusion that leaving them separate worked the best. You're warmer natured than I am and we opted for a heated mattress pad with separate controls so that we'd both be comfortable."

Adam reached across the table and took Kurt's hand, but let him continue to speak.

"I can only imagine what a place like that could do to a couple that doesn't talk to each other as much as we do. And even as much as we talk, we had never discussed details like what kind of flowers we'd like. I knew that you had asked me not to buy you any, but I never once considered asking you why. Honestly, I just assumed that you were allergic."

"I'm not, but I'll tell you why some other time."

Kurt nodded. He ran his thumb along Adam's. "I love you, Adam. So very much. We don't have to like the same kind of cake. I will marry you down at the courthouse or we can fly to England and get married in whatever the equivalent is there. We can fly to Hawaii or Alaska. We can drive along the East Coast and stop at some small town hall, get married, and go take a walk along the rocky beach afterwards. I just want to be your husband." A few tears streaked Kurt's cheeks. "I don't want to fight over chairs. I don't want a wedding that tears us apart."

Adam squeezed his hand. "Oh, darling. Neither do I. I guess the only kind of weddings I have ever been to were the type that had meals served afterwards. I was younger. I didn't think about things like the cost of meals or the cake. On the ride back, I looked up a few places that had their prices listed. Dinners start at around $150 per person. Our current list has about 100 people on it. We can't afford $15,000 just for the dinner. I quit looking at prices after that. I don't want to spend all of the money we've saved over the last year on a single meal. For $15,000, we could take an amazing month-long vacation across Europe, just like you said at the wedding planner's office earlier."

Kurt nodded. He wiped his eyes with his napkin before he picked up another slice of pizza and took a bite. After he swallowed, he said, "When I planned my dad and Carole's wedding, we had the ceremony and reception at one of the local churches. We used a local restaurant to cater the food and had it served buffet style. At $15 per person, it wasn't expensive, but here in New York, there's nothing like the options I had back in Lima, as weird as that sounds."

"No, I get it. I'm sure it's the same other places. The larger the city, the more that wedding planners are part of the process. And anything that's a business ends up costing a lot. The wedding planning company rents that space. They have bakers on staff. Cooks on staff. The receptionist. Mr. Dulante and his partner. They all get paid. If we hire Mr. Dulante to do the planning, we're paying all of them. Just like going to a doctor's office. It's not just the doctor's salary the bill covers.

Kurt nodded.

"We thought it would save us time because we're going to be so busy with finishing up school next semester. I have to stage my play and you have to finish your final critiques and your senior project."

Kurt took a deep breath. "We went to hire someone now because of places book months out in advance."

"Right."

"What do you want to do? Do you want to postpone the ceremony until we can do all of the planning ourselves?"

"No, not really. Do you?"

Kurt shook his head.

"So what do you suggest?"

"How about we elope?"

"Not even our parents?"

"It seems like such a huge expense for your parents to fly here or for mine to fly to England. What if we elope and enjoy a few days to ourselves somewhere? We could plan two receptions. One at NYADA in the dance hall the weekend after graduation. We could do the baking for it ourselves. And we could have the food catered by someplace reasonably priced, one of the places that does business lunches. We could dance and have a live band with singing. It could be a lot of fun. And we could go visit your family the next week and have another one wherever your parents prefer near their home."

Adam laughed. "I suppose we could set up Skype with both of our phones and transmit the ceremony to our parents."

"That's an interesting idea. Let's put the rest of this away to eat this weekend and snuggle while we talk more."

"Sounds fantastic, darling."

Kurt put the remaining slices of pizza into ziptop bags and put them in the freezer. Adam grabbed the box, dumped the crumbs into the sink, flattened the box, and slipped it in behind their trash can and put their dishes in the dishwasher. As Kurt closed the freezer door, Adam wrapped his arms around him from behind.

He kissed Kurt on the side of the neck. "I love you so much and we get on so well. We've lived together drama free for two and a half years. I'm not going to let our differing tastes come between us."

Kurt turned in Adam's arms and kissed him, building from gentle to heated. When they paused to catch their breath, Kurt danced them to the sofa and pulled Adam down on top of him. "I quite like you just the way you are, even if you did like the vanilla cake with the terrible chocolate ganache."

Adam laughed and kissed along Kurt's neck up towards his ear. "You have no room to talk. You liked that carrot cake. Your carrot cake is ten times better and you know it."

"You're better than all the cakes." He kissed Adam. "Much sweeter."

"You're just trying to butter me up."

"I have better options than butter these days."

Adam chortled. "Kurt!"

"I could demonstrate my favorite, if you'd like."

"Oh, I'm definitely up for that."

"Mmm hmm. That you are. Shall we move this to the bedroom then?"

"What about our discussion?"

"As I see it, we have have very different tastes in a lot of ways. But you love me and I love you. As you mentioned, we've lived here for two and a half years and we've already worked through the things we considered non-negotiable, the negotiable things, and the irrelevant ones. We're fine. A wedding is supposed a time of celebration, not a time to destroy our relationship over what kind of flowers to have or what dessert to serve."

"It is," Adam agreed.

"You're my person. You're who I love. The fact that you don't prefer the same type of cake that I do really makes no difference to me. I prefer you to anyone else on this planet." Kurt reached up and ran his fingers through Adam's hair.

"Well, that is exactly how I feel about you, darling. I love you so very much." He kissed Kurt. "If we have to pare it down to it just being me and you, then we can do that."

"So, we'll work from the ground up. How about tomorrow morning, we'll make breakfast together and then sit down and do the same thing we did when I moved in? We can both make a list of non-negotiable, negotiable, and unimportant issues, and then we work through them."

As Adam kissed along Kurt's neck, he said, "I think that sounds much more logical than trying to have someone else do it."

"I think dealing with a third party will make it take a lot longer and cost a lot more."

"If we're going to spend a lot of money, I'd rather it be on the two of us spending time together, not on something that won't matter the next day like rental chairs." Adam went back to placing soft gentle kisses along Kurt's neck and jaw.

Kurt ran his hand down through Adam's hair and let it slide down to Adam's neck. He moved just enough to kiss Adam on the lips. "I agree. So to the bedroom?"

"Let's."