SMUT WARNING AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER.

Also, to answer a review – this fic is intended to be 14 chapters long, meaning Kurt and Blaine will be 30 when it's finished. Blimey.

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Chapter seven

3rd July 2017

"Do you, Wesley Eric Montgomery, take Jessica Elizabeth Allen to be your lawful wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Jessica Elizabeth Allen, take Wesley Eric Montgomery to be your lawful wedded husband?"

"I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife – you may kiss the bride!"

Applause rung out, reverberating across the hall and off the walls and back to the audience it had come from. Kurt was grinning from ear to ear, clapping like his life depended it.

From the front of the church, Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt. He was sure he'd never seen his friend so happy. In that moment, Blaine knew. Tonight was their night.

"I'd just like to thank you all for coming out here tonight…"

Blaine had never been one for listening to speeches. Instead he busied himself with staring past Wes and at Kurt. The younger man looked like perfection. His hair was coiffed but somehow looked tousled and like he'd put no product in it whatsoever – something that Blaine, knowing Kurt as well as he did, suspected to be untrue.

He was wearing a simple black tux partnered with a white shirt and silver tie. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears, his mouth curved upwards in a smile. His chin was rested on his hand, his arm propped up on the table with his elbow. Blaine noticed, with a spark of delight that he appeared to be alone. There were a few others on his table, but they were all in couples.

Blaine didn't miss the way that Nick – sat at the table across from Blaine – was staring openly at Kurt, his eyes struck with pain. Blaine had yet to work out the story there, but was determined to do so at some point.

Contact between himself and Kurt had dwindled in the past year and phone calls and emails were growing sparse. They'd entered a dormant state of who-calls-who after Kurt had bailed Blaine out of prison and neither had seemed willing to break the silence that had fallen. Blaine was a reformed man and determined to show Kurt how much he'd changed. He'd retrained as a music teacher and was teaching locally at a primary school, he was successful and earning a good wage, he was settled down and responsible, he was…still lost without Kurt. But he was determined to rectify that this evening.

"So, thank you! Have a great time everybody!" Wes finished, raising his glass and smiling when the motion was echoed back at him.

Blaine noticed that Nick was approaching their table and used that as a prime opportunity to leave. He excused himself quickly, smiling at Jeff who was sat next to him.

He walked over to Kurt's table with shaking legs. Dropping into the seat beside him before the younger man could notice his presence; Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek, laughing at his look of shock.

"Blaine?" He grinned, throwing his arms around his friend.

"Hey," Blaine replied, smiling into the embrace, "can I talk to you?" He didn't miss that everyone there who didn't know Kurt was gawping at him, obviously recognising him instantly. "In private?" Blaine asked, inclining his head towards the door in the corner of the room that Blaine knew led to the roof.

Kurt just nodded, smiling profusely. He stood and followed behind Blaine.

Once on the roof, Blaine sat on a low wall that indicated where the roof stopped being safe. Kurt followed suit, smoothing his suit to rid it of creases before sitting. The roof was set out like a garden, grass covering the floor and flowers growing along the borders. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as Kurt, Blaine's subconscious argued.

"What's going on, Blaine?" Kurt asked, smiling encouragingly.

Of all the things Blaine could have said, he selected the least obvious. "What's going on with you and Nick?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh…we were together for a while – he even asked me to marry him, but…I just couldn't. I wasn't as sure as he was that this was it – that he was the one. Queue messy, loud break up with lots of heartbreak and crying."

Blaine sat back, whistling. "Blimey. You and Nick, huh? I just…wow." He paused. "I – I have some news." He admitted, refusing to meet Kurt's eyes.

"Oh God, that's never good," his friend groaned.

Blaine chuckled, reaching in his pocket and pulling out an envelope. "Read it," he instructed, dropping it onto Kurt's lap.

The younger man obliged, opening the envelope with shaking hands, already knowing what it was. "You're getting married," Kurt said, dully, "and you're informing people of this on lavender scented paper?" He scolded, trying to laugh to stop himself crying. "How gay are you, Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine had tears in his eyes. It was so much worse that Kurt was trying to be positive about this. Screaming, crying, cursing, he could deal with. But positivity would kill him.

But Kurt hadn't finished reading the invite yet. "OhmyGod."

Blaine winced, knowing he'd seen. "I know. I'm sorry. I know. But I just…I couldn't…"

"Jeff? Jeff, Blaine? Of all of the people you could chose over me, you select Jeff? My ex?" Kurt accused, voice shaking.

Blaine dropped his head. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Blaine," Kurt insisted, smiling through his tears, "I – as long as you're happy. A-are you sure about this?"

His answer caught Kurt off-guard. "I was," he admitted, truthfully.

"What changed?" Kurt whispered, almost afraid of the answer.

"I came here and saw how beautiful you look." Blaine replied, voice unwavering. Every single word was the truth.

Kurt's breath caught. "And now?"

"I can't stop thinking about how much I want to kiss you," Blaine said, unabashed.

Kurt blanched. "You would realise that as soon as you got engaged." He scolded, laughing slightly.

"Can I?" Blaine asked, suddenly.

"Can you what?"

"Kiss you."

Kurt considered this. "I…I've always been against being the bit on the side, the other woman, whatever you want to call it. I can't believe you've got genuine feelings for Jeff if you want to kiss me so much, therefore I don't believe that your wedding plans are legitimate."

"I love Jeff," Blaine replied, truthfully, "I just don't love him more than I love you."

Kurt nodded. He'd felt exactly the same about Nick. "So why are you marrying him?"

"I…he just sprang the question on me. I'd never even thought about it – not with him, anyway," – only with you – "but I just thought…I love him. It'd been so long since I'd seen or heard from you that I thought my feelings might have…gone." Blaine admitted, looking at the ground.

"And have they?" Kurt asked.

Blaine finally met his eyes. "Never."

"I've already had too much champagne," Kurt told him, "and so I'm going to blame this time completely on you because I know you're sober."

Blaine just looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Kiss me, Blaine," Kurt breathed, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Blaine leant in, locking his lips to Kurt's and kissing him fiercely. Kurt moaned loudly, pulling himself closer to Blaine and sliding his arms around the older man's neck. After a few minutes, Kurt made himself break the kiss. They sat, breathing heavily, both overcome with the emotions they were feeling.

"Wow," Blaine breathed, "Jeff's never kissed me like that – that…that was amazing."

"Don't say that," Kurt instructed, "because now I want to kiss you again." He admitted.

"So do it."

"I can't, Blaine. You're getting married," Kurt reminded him, "and I can't be your bit on the side."

"Please, Kurt," Blaine begged, "let me have you – just for one night. Tomorrow we can go back to being friends and I can repress how much I love you but tonight, I just want you so much."

Kurt gazed at him, morals and wants battling inside of him. "Blaine, I…I don't know."

Blaine clutched his hands, willing him to accept. "I love you, Kurt. I love you more than I can ever describe but we've agreed that we can't be together. Let me have this bit of you. That's all I want. That's enough."

The tears in Kurt's eyes spilled as the moon shone above them. "Okay," Kurt whispered, "okay."

They'd long since locked the door that connected the roof to the reception hall and now they were lying on the grass, bathed in the moonlight and kissing languidly.

Dress shirts were being removed with a mixture of love and lust and once they were both shirtless, Blaine pulled away slightly to just look at the man in his arms. "You're beautiful," he whispered.

Kurt sighed contentedly. "I love you," he said, winding his arms around Blaine's waist.

He smiled. "I love you too," he replied, kissing Kurt again.

This time the heat was up. Movements became hasty with lust and kissing became moaning and the two men couldn't be close enough. Sweaty chests pressed together as trousers slipped down their legs and were discarded on the grass.

Blaine rolled on top of Kurt, kissing down the younger man's neck and smiling at the moans Kurt emitted. "I love you so much," Blaine panted, connecting their lips again and rolling his hips down onto Kurt's.

Soon they were both naked, sprawled on the grass and making love slowly, both overwhelmed with everything they were feeling – the love was tangible in the air and it was clear as day in the way they kissed, touched, breathed. Everything was love and all that existed was their love for each other.

All too soon it was over. Blaine scooped Kurt back into his arms as they lay underneath the stars, gazing up at them in awe. "I love you," Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead and smiling against his skin.

"I love you too," Kurt breathed. A pause. "That was so amazing," he admitted, tilting his chin up to look at Blaine.

"I know. The best I've ever had." Blaine agreed, completely truthfully.

"I've never – I've never felt that much."

"Me neither. And as much as I shouldn't say this, I've never regretted anything as little." Blaine replied.

Kurt blushed but met Blaine's eyes defiantly. "I'll never regret falling in love with you, Blaine."

"I'll never love anyone as much as I love you, Kurt." Blaine said, pressing their lips together again. This may only be for tonight but he was going to make every second count.

As their kissing evolved into round two, Kurt resisted the urge to cry. It was so amazing, but it changed everything. Kurt knew that after this, things would never be the same again.

He had yet to decide whether that was a good thing or not.

FINALLY! :)

I cried writing this…is that weird?

TBC…:)