"Are you ready?" Brittany asked, walking up to Kurt where he was hiding at the back of the Great Hall, doing his best to stay out of sight. She had a crooked top hat that she wore on her head to match the black suit jacket she wore over her red dress, and she was smiling so widely that Kurt couldn't understand how her face didn't hurt.

"I guess," he answered, not looking at her for too long before he returned to staring into the Great Hall, searching for something.

"What are you looking for?" Brittany asked.

"Kingston. My dad is supposed to—"

"San and I have him. Your dad went to make sure everything was okay with Blaine, and then he was going to check on you. I told him I'd go, though. Only 10 minutes until the ceremony, you know."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I know. Does San know what she's doing? Does she know how to take care of a toddler?"

Brittany reached out a hand to smooth it over Kurt's worried, wrinkled forehead. "You shouldn't frown like that," she told him. "All those worry lines will get stuck in your face, and then when you get Kingston back, he'll think you're a monster and be really afraid of you. Like I am scared of San whenever she uses one of those weird facial masks."

That made Kurt chuckle, and he stepped out of his hiding place to better reach Brittany, pulling her into a tight hug. "Thanks for coming to check on me," he told her when they'd separated. "I needed that. I was going bonkers being all alone."

Brittany nodded. "I'd do anything for my unicorn."

There was some rustling off to their right, and voices could be heard coming down the hallway.

"You'd better go hide before the groom sees you," Brittany said. "It's bad luck for the groom to see the unicorn before the wedding."

Frowning at her strange phrasing, Kurt merely nodded, following her back to the little room he'd been using to get dressed. He was glad he'd chosen Brittany and San to stand up with him as his co-maids of honor. They had formed a great relationship after Kingston's adoption, an even greater relationship than they'd ever had while they were going to McKinley together, and he was glad his son had that kind of interaction in his life. He and Blaine both had their friends from Dalton, of course, and Blaine had his brother. Britt and San were the closest things Kurt had to sisters, and he adored them, glad that his adoption of Kingston hadn't made things weird between them.

A few moments later, as if by magic, Santana came bursting into the room, Kingston on her hip. He was babbling away a mile a minute, excitedly reaching for Kurt as soon as he saw him.

Unconcerned about how wrinkled his clothes might get, Kurt took his toddler from Santana and pulled him up into his arms, snuggling him against his chest immediately. "Look at my handsome boy," he cooed. Kingston was dressed in a tiny tux that perfectly matched the ones his dads were getting married in. "Have you been a good boy for Santana? Are you excited for the wedding?" he asked, giving his son little pecks on the cheek.

"He's been amazing as always," Santana informed him, hands on her hips and bemused expression on her face. "Your dad told me I should make the rounds with him so he could get his Papa and Daddy fixes before the wedding and you two are too busy staring into each other's eyes to snuggle your kid."

"We're never too busy for you," Kurt told Kingston. "Are we?" Then he turned to look at Santana. "Don't forget, he's got a very special part to play in today's festivities. We could hardly forget about him."

"Right. And speaking of festivities, you should probably give me that baby back so I can find your dad. You need to straighten your tux, and I need to get ready to walk down the aisle on the arm of a man. So…" She reached expectantly for Kingston, giggling as Kurt gave him several last kisses to his cheeks, arms, and tummy, making the little boy shriek with laughter.

He reluctantly handed him over. "There. You'd better go before I start crying." He looked at Kingston's happy little face, his eyes welling up with tears. He blew him several kisses and waved goodbye as Santana headed out of the room with him. "Bye, little man," he called. He wasn't sure if his tears were from lack of sleep the night before, overwhelming emotions about marrying Blaine, or because he was truly worried about being separated from Kingston, and his gut told him it was a combination of all three. I'm excited to marry Blaine, yet I'm already ready for the ceremony to be over so we can have Kingston back in our arms.

Taking the time to check himself out in the mirror, once he was satisfied that everything was in place, Kurt took Brittany's arm and let her lead him out of the little room and to the back doors of the Great Hall. Looking in, Kurt could see that everything was in place. Two Christmas trees with beautiful white lights wrapped around them stood on either side of the arch Burt had built, the one they'd decorated with poinsettia cuttings and pine boughs. There was even a tiny sprig of mistletoe at the apex of the arch for them to kiss under when the officiant told them it was time. There were candles everywhere, wreaths lining the wall at the front of the hall, and tiny potted and lighted trees lined the aisle he was to walk down. The whole place smelled like cinnamon and pine, exactly how Kurt wanted it.

Brittany squeezed his hand once more before taking her spot in line next to Cooper, Blaine's best man. Then, the music started, and the wedding party began to walk in.

Kurt was careful to stay out of sight until the music changed to the song he and Blaine had chosen as "their" Christmas song: A Christmas Love Song by Barbra Streisand. It was a little bit cheesy, they both agreed, yet what about their relationship wasn't cheesy?

Everyone stood, and many people had tears in their eyes as Kurt made his way down the aisle toward Blaine, including Kurt himself. Blaine looked so handsome, and for a moment, Kurt had to wonder if this was actually his life. He had been friends with Blaine for so long, always trying to avoid what he knew to be true. He was in love with Blaine. Now, here he was, after 14 long months of engagement, marrying the love of his life, the daddy to his son, the most perfect man in the world. The thoughts were overwhelming, and by the time he reached Blaine's side, felt his warm hand slide into his own and squeeze gently, he had a few tear trails streaking down his face.

Before the officiant started, Blaine leaned in a kissed his tears away, giving him a quick smile and mouthing, "I love you so much," to him. Then, they both turned toward the back of the Great Hall to look up the aisle, finding Burt squatting about halfway up, Kingston in his arms. The little boy held a soft red pillow, and Burt was whispering something to him and pointing toward Kurt and Blaine. Then, he set Kingston's feet on the floor and encouraged him to walk toward his Daddy and Papa.

On unsteady little legs, Kingston toddled down what was left of the aisle, his arms spread out wide, the pillow grasped in one of his hands that waved and bobbed as he moved.

Together, Kurt and Blaine squatted down, encouraging Kingston to come to them, loving the huge smile that grew on his face and the adorable little giggles that came out of his mouth.

When he was just a few feet from them, Kingston's little legs gave out, and he dropped to the floor, plopping down on his butt with a laugh. Kurt moved in and scooped him up, cradling him on his hip, unwilling to let him go as he joined his almost-husband in front of the officiant, taking his hand.

"Welcome to all of Kurt and Blaine's beloved family and friends who have gathered here today to watch this glorious occasion of their wedding." He turned to look at Kurt, smiling at the huge grin on Kingston's face. "Do you, Kurt Hummel, take Blaine Anderson to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"

Looking over at Blaine, who was now shedding a few tears himself, Kurt squeezed his hand as he said, "I do."

"And Blaine Anderson, do you take Kurt Hummel to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"

Blaine grinned as he answered, "Of course, I do."

"I believe the two of you have written some words you'd like to read to each other."

The two of them nodded, and a moment later, Burt was clearing his throat behind them, ready to take Kingston back to his seat. Kurt handed him over with a quick kiss to his cheek, letting Blaine get a peck in as well, before searching through his pockets for the paper he'd written his vows on. When he finally had it in hand, he glanced up at their officiant, who gave him a nod to begin. So, Kurt cleared his throat, turning to face Blaine, his hand still firmly clutched in his own.

"Blaine Anderson, I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. We were friends for so long, and you became completely ingrained in my heart long before you became the man of my dreams, the daddy to my son. Now that we're finally here, getting married and joining together, I feel like the English language doesn't possess the words I need to tell you how I feel, to describe my relief at waking up next to you every morning, how safe you make me feel when I come to you with anything that may be bothering me, how loved and protected I feel when I fall into your arms and feel your hugs and kisses pressed into my skin. You are truly everything I want and need in this life, and I vow to spend my days showing you just how much I appreciate you and all that you do for me and Kingston. You are an amazing daddy, and I couldn't be prouder to stand by your side as we navigate this life together. I love you so much, Blaine Anderson, and I can't wait to be your husband forever."

Blaine was outwardly crying now, tears trickling down his face even as he smiled, the little wrinkles by his eyes showing up as he reached up to brush at cheeks.

There were tears on Kurt's face, too, as he reached out and caught Blaine's wrist before he could wipe his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed away the tears, whispering, "I love you," over and over again as he did so. Then, he leaned back again, squeezing Blaine's hand and waiting for him to read his vows.

"Kurt Hummel, you have made me the happiest man on earth, and I couldn't imagine my life without you either. I was foolish to think that I could somehow only be friends with you years ago, that I could run away to Chicago and forget all about how much I wanted to hold you in my arms and kiss your perfect lips. Now, I have this fairytale life with you and Kingston, one that I could never have dreamed of and am so grateful to have. There is nothing I would rather do with my days than snuggle with you, cook with you, dance across the floor, fight over silly things, kiss to make up, and watch Kingston learn about life with that adorable little smile. Each day I get with you is the best one yet. Yes, that may be cheesy. I don't care. I can't wait to be your husband and spend each day loving you the way you deserve to be loved." Then, to mirror what Kurt had done, Blaine leaned in and kissed away the tears that were running down Kurt's face, whispering a million times, "I love you," against his skin.

Their officiant smiled. "Now, they will exchange rings."

Kurt felt Brittany tap him from behind, handing him the ring Santana had been holding for them. As he took it from her, he glanced out into the crowd, glad to see that he couldn't spot Burt and Kingston anywhere. When he turned back to face Blaine, he saw that he had the ring Cooper had been holding for them, too, so he glanced at the officiant, ready to get to the surprise he'd planned.

"Kurt, repeat after me as you slide the ring onto Blaine's finger. 'I give you this ring as a sign of my love. Like a circle, my love for you will never end. With this ring, I thee wed.'"

Slipping the ring onto Blaine's finger, Kurt repeated the words, smiling at his almost-husband, excited to reach the end of their ceremony.

"Blaine, repeat after me as you slide the ring onto Kurt's finger. 'I give you this ring as a sign of my love. Like a circle, my love for you will never end. With this ring, I thee wed.'"

Sliding the ring down Kurt's finger, Blaine smiled. He loved their matching gold bands, the little stones in them that represented his, Kurt's, and Kingston's birthstones. There was plenty of space left to add the birthstones of any other children they had, too, which Blaine had insisted on.

"Now that rings have been exchanged and vows have been said, it is my honor to present to all of you Mr. and Mr. Anderson-Hummel. Boys, you may kiss one another."

The crowd cheered as the boys pulled each other into a kiss, Kurt even dipping Blaine for a bit of added dramatics. When they came back up for air a few moments later, Burt was standing there, Kingston on his hip. The little boy had a manila envelope clutched in his hands.

"There is one more thing we need to do," Kurt announced when the clapping and cheering had died down again. "Kingston, can you hand that to Daddy?"

The little boy reached out for Blaine to take him, so Blaine did. Burt stepped to the side, smiling as Blaine took the envelope from Kingston, looking at his husband with wide, curious eyes.

"What is it?"

"Just open it."

So, Blaine folded back the flap and took out a piece of paper. He read it quickly, his eyes skimming. Then, when he was partway through, he stopped, clutching the paper and the little boy he was holding to him tighter as tears streamed down his face. "Oh, Kurt…" he managed to get out.

"After a very long process," Kurt said, wrapping an arm around his husband's shoulders, "Blaine is officially Kingston's daddy."

Everyone cheered again, and Kurt pulled Blaine and Kingston into a tight hug, right there beneath the arch. "I love you both so much," he whispered over and over as Blaine cried into his shoulder and Kingston smiled, unaware of just how life-changing the moment was.

When they finally parted, Blaine had mostly dried his tears, and he had the biggest grin on his face as he said, "Now let's party! I think we have plenty of reasons to celebrate!"

That night, after they'd had their fill of amazing wedding food, they'd eaten their cake, they'd had their first dance together—to Come What May from Moulin Rouge—and they'd talked and laughed and danced to their heart's content, the boys had left the reception and gone to their hotel for the night. They had an early flight for their honeymoon the next morning, and Burt and his fiancé, Carole, were going to be taking care of Kingston while they were gone. The boys had given their son a few gentle kisses on his cheek as he slept against Burt's shoulder before they'd climbed into their getaway car and driven off into the night.

Now, Kurt was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, staring at the floor.

Blaine came out of the bathroom, took one look at his husband's face, and asked, "Do we need wine?"

Kurt glanced at him, taking in his opened button-down, loosely flapping bowtie, and boxershorts before he shook his head. "No. I need wine. You need to put your pants back on."

With a look of confusion on his face, Blaine came back over to the bed, cuddling in next to his husband and wrapping his legs around him. "But life is so freeing without them."

Letting out a little snort at that, Kurt replied, "Pants. On. Now."

Blaine's body trembled at the clear command in Kurt's voice. There was an unspoken rule between that had been there ever since their engagement: Kurt gave little commands, and Blaine obeyed them. They both liked it that way. It was unofficial, and it worked for them, neither of them questioning it. Everything in Blaine's body told him he should listen to the words Kurt had just growled at him, yet there was a little prickle in the back of his head that told him there was something else going on. So instead, he pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's neck before asking, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this, Blaine."

"Can't do what?"

"I can't go on vacation without Kingston! I can't spend the night away from him, let alone a full week. I just can't. We have to go home right now. We have to go to my dad's, pick him up, and take him home, put him to bed in his own bed. I can't do this."

Blaine tried to hide his sigh. They'd talked about this, about how Kurt had never spent the night—with the exception of the night he'd gotten the concussion at the shop—away from Kingston, and Kurt had explained that that night didn't count because he'd been hopped up on drugs. They had gone over and over whether or not they could have a honeymoon away from their son, and they'd decided that they needed to for the two of them. They hadn't had a lot of time in their relationship without Kingston, and while they both loved him, they agreed they wanted some time to just focus on them and that new step in their relationship. "Kurt, he's fine at your dad's. You know he and Carole are taking really good care of him."

"It's not that. I know they're going to take care of him. I just miss him. I can't do this."

"You can. I know it will be hard. You can do it, though."

"I can't, Blaine. I feel empty without him. I need to go get him."

For a moment, Blaine was quiet. He wasn't sure how to handle the situation. This was the opposite of everything they'd done together so far. Usually, he was the one wheedling, trying to get something when he knew that Kurt's denial was the correct decision for them. Finally, he said, "You can do this, Kurt. You can do this for us. We need some time to explore our connection as husbands."

"I know. Can't— Can't we do it with Kingston here?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because…" Deciding that perhaps Kurt needed less conversation and more action, he said, "Roll over. On your stomach."

"Blaine, I really think we—"

"Just please roll over. I promise we can talk about this more in a little bit if you want to, but I just want to help you relax. Please."

With a sigh, Kurt did as he was asked. He immediately felt Blaine begin to massage his back over his shirt, pressing against the sore, stressed muscles there, and he could instantly tell that it was working; he felt as though his body was melting into the mattress, his worries moving from the front of his mind to somewhere in the background.

After a few minutes, Blaine's touches moved from over his undershirt to beneath it, his fingertips dancing across Kurt's warm skin, sending shivers and all the best tingles zinging through Kurt's body. When his touch meandered down to the waistband of Kurt's pants, he gave them a gentle tug as though asking, "May I?"

Kurt shifted enough to allow him access to the button and zipper, sighing when he could move back onto his stomach as Blaine pulled down his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, letting them fall to the floor.

Then, he began to kiss across the small of Kurt's back, down his cheeks, and the crease where his thighs met his ass. As he went, his kisses turned into licks and nipping until Kurt was wriggling beneath him, seeking friction for the growing erection beneath him. Watching Kurt respond to him was sending blood to Blaine's cock as well, and he could feel that spot in the pit of his stomach sparking with heat, the fact that he and Kurt were now married—that Kurt was his now and forever—combining with the beautiful sounds emitting from Kurt's lips. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to taste Kurt, to be connected and close to him. So, without thinking any more about it, he bent, pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's ass, and then parted his cheeks, diving into his hole with licks and kisses that immediately had Kurt wriggling and moaning out, "Oh, Blaine! Blaine!"

Blaine spent several minutes licking, kissing, and breathing in the intoxicating scent that was his husband, loving that he was taking Kurt apart, the Kurt that had just been worried and ready to leave their honeymoon suite for home yet was now begging for more between desperate pants and gasps. When he was sure he was ready, Blaine slicked up one finger and began to stretch Kurt, readying him for his cock. Kurt didn't bottom much, yet Blaine could tell that they both needed that right now more than either of them could know.

It didn't take long for Kurt to be completely stretched, and he could tell when Blaine was nearly done. He had never been more ready to have Blaine inside him than he was then, and he demanded, "Roll over. Want to roll over. See you. Need to see you."

"Of course," Blaine responded, moving back so Kurt could roll over. He began removing the rest of his clothes and lubing up his cock with the special bottle that they'd set up on the nightstand when they'd first come into the room.

Kurt, too, removed his shirt then got situated on his back, staring at Blaine with blown, needy eyes. "You are so fucking sexy," he panted as he watched Blaine move forward, positioning Kurt's legs on his shoulders so he could rub the head of his cock at Kurt's hole, making Kurt arch his back then press himself onto the tip of Blaine's cock, ready to be filled up.

Slowly but surely, Blaine pressed inside, careful not to rush as he knew Kurt wasn't as used to this as he was. The tight heat of his husband felt amazing around him, and he could tell by the way Kurt was reacting, moaning and grunting, his hips already doing tiny thrusting motions, that this wasn't going to take very long for either of them.

Once he was finally seated, Blaine paused for a second, letting both of them get used to the feeling. Then, he began to tentatively roll his hips forward, letting out a long, low "Kurt!" at how amazing it felt. His husband growled back at him, pressing his hips firmly against Blaine's pelvis, letting him know he wanted him.

"More. Faster."

Blaine obeyed, moving his hips forward, going from slow and careful to fast and exactly what they needed in the matter of a few seconds. The rhythm was perfect for both of them, and a few minutes later, they were both gasping and panting as their orgasms ripped through them almost simultaneously, Kurt shooting his load all over his stomach, calling out Blaine's name in short, breathy gasps. Blaine buried himself deep in Kurt's ass one last time, releasing there with his head tossed back and his husband's names on his lips.

Finally, Blaine collapsed next to his husband on the bed, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and pressing a few kisses to his neck. "Because we need to be able to do things like that," he panted.

"Oh, Blaine… You're right. I know you're right. I'm just… I'm sorry. I have—"

Blaine reached over and pressed a finger against his husband's lips. "Shhh… I know. It's okay. Let's just focus on us for a little while, okay?"

"Okay."

"And if we need to go home early, we can. I just need at least tonight with you. Alone. Please." He looked Kurt straight in the eye then, hoping his needs would be evident before him.

Kurt responded by giving him a gentle kiss. "I can give you tonight, Blaine. That I can promise."

Blaine grinned. "Now, what do you say to a hot soak in that fancy whirlpool tub over there before a massage and bed? We're supposed to have a flight to catch in the morning."

"I say that you're perfect, and I love you so much," Kurt answered, rolling onto his side to kiss his husband's lips, feeling far more relaxed now.

"I say that I love you, too."