PLEASE READ THIS:

I have an incredible fic recommendation – the Sidhe, by Chazzam. Oh my God. It's the most beautiful, heart-wrenching, life-changing fic I have ever read. Having never really gotten into Dalton by CP Coulter, this was my Dalton – the one Klaine fic that is just epic.

Her writing is stunning, the storyline is flawless and Kurt and Blaine…well, they've always been beautiful, but the way she's depicted them is just…wow. Read it, please please read it. It's fantasy, which is different and strange for me because I've never been into that kind of thing. But please try it. You won't regret it, I swear. I've already read it 3 times and have yet to be bored of it.

P.S. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW CIVIL UNIONS WORK. Unfortunately I have never been to one so I don't know how they go or anything. So I kinda skipped it…sorry!

ALSO THERE'S SMUT. SKIP THE END IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT. :)

Chapter eleven

3rd July 2021

"Kurt! Kurt, Mr Hummel! Over here – do you wish to make a public announcement on your wedding day?"

"What's the story on you and Mr Anderson? Do you wish to comment on the rumours circulating that you two are high school sweethearts?"

Rachel Berry pushed him aside, stepping in front of the reporters. "I know that you scummy, lower-class, glorified photographers just want to question Kurt for having the most revolutionary wedding of all time," she shot a grin at Kurt, who had his head in his hands, "but he needs a little bit of privacy, on today of all days. It's his wedding day to the most perfect – if vertically challenged –"

"Hypocrite," Kurt coughed, shrugging when Rachel turned her glare on him.

"Man in the whole of New York," Rachel continued, undeterred, "and he deserves it to be the best day of his life. And it will be. So as his maid of honour, I demand that you all keep your grime-covered noses out if it. Because you all know who I am and how highly I am regarded by people in positions of power. I can and will end you."

Kurt smiled as the paparazzi backed away. Being friends with Rachel had its perks.

"Blaine, you're not allowed to call me. We're getting married in 4 hours." Kurt said into the receiver.

"I know, I know," Blaine sighed, "I'm just freaking out a little bit."

Kurt's heart stopped. "Second thoughts? Cold feet? Regrets? Doubts? I swear Blaine, if you stand me up –"

"No! Kurt! Don't be ridiculous," Blaine urged, "none of the above, I swear. I've waited my whole life for this. I'm just nervous. I don't want to screw this up."

"You won't," Kurt promised, "you love me, right?"

"More than anything," Blaine vowed.

Kurt smiled. "Then everything will be fine. I swear. Personally, I can't wait. But that might just be because I wanna put on that suit so badly – it took me months to put together!"

Blaine laughed. "You'll look beautiful, no matter what. I'll see you at the altar. I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt said, hanging up. He smiled at Rachel. "Right, let's do this!"

The service was arranged for the evening, just as dusk fell over the summer horizon. It was a late service, but the timing had to be perfect for the sunset. The ceremony was going to be outdoors, along a secluded lake side on the outskirts of New York.

It was a small affair, with only their most treasured friends and family. Amazingly, Blaine's parents were going to be there, alongside the Warblers, New Directions and Kurt's parents. A few of Kurt's close work friends were going to be there, and a couple of Blaine's industry friends. Keeping the paparazzi out of their hair was near-impossible but somehow they had managed it. Thankfully, as planned, it was a completely personal and intimate affair.

And it was going to be completely perfect.

"This is going to be completely perfect!" Rachel squealed, clapping her hands as her eyes scanned over the beautiful array of chairs and curtains and fairy lights.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," Kurt replied, slinging an arm around her shoulder and smiling.

"You look amazing, Kurt," Rachel said, throwing her arms around him in a proper hug. And it was true. The theme of the wedding was navy and white, and so Kurt had opted for the former. The navy blue suit clung to every pore, making his already perfect figure look flawless. The colour accented his porcelain skin perfectly; he was glowing.

His colour choice had meant that Blaine would be wearing cream and look breath taking, so he had to make an effort. Kurt's hair was loosely quiffed and his years of moisturising meant that his skin was flawless. His figure had bulked out with muscle a little over the past few years, but he was still slight with a skinny build.

"Thanks, Rachel, so do you," Kurt beamed. This was also true. The bridesmaids – Rachel, Mercedes, Amanda – Kurt's personal assistant and appointed BFF – and Blaine's best friend from work – had been selected to wear either navy or cream and Rachel had been given the latter. Like it would Blaine, it complimented Rachel's tanned skin perfectly. Her long dark hair had been kept down and curled loosely with a cream flower clasped behind her ear.

"We're an unfairly attractive couple," Rachel agreed, linking her arm through his, "why aren't we the ones getting married?"

"Well, I'm gay and you're already married." Kurt reminded her, pointedly.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Rachel grinned up at him. "You look really happy," she commented after a few moments of silence.

"I am, Rachel," Kurt told her, "I so am. Everyone said I was so crazy for waiting for him but this is why I waited. Because this makes all of the pain worth it. The happiness that I'm feeling now doesn't compare to the hurt I felt when Blaine rejected me – this is everything I waited for and God, I'm glad I did. I never thought I'd have this but I don't – I have more. So much more."

Rachel listened to him with tears in her eyes. She'd never really had much cause to be jealous of Kurt – of course his talent was incredible but so was hers; everything he had, she'd been able to match. But not this. This, everything that Kurt had, was so beyond Rachel's wildest stretch of imagination.

But she couldn't be jealous. Kurt deserved this so much and the life he'd built with Blaine was entirely his own and he deserved to enjoy every second of it.

She hugged him again, longer this time. "I'm so proud of you," she told him.

Kurt smiled. "Me too."

Blaine fidgeted as he waited by the altar. What if Kurt didn't show? What if he'd decided that he'd already waited long enough for Blaine and actually, he didn't need Blaine as much as he needed Kurt?

The idea was unthinkable but he couldn't shake the notion. What if this is all a dream? What if I wake up and none of this is real?

But it was real, he knew that. But he was rout with nerves, so shaken with all of the 'what if's...' that he had almost made himself physically sick. But the music was playing, the guests were seated and the wedding officiator was stood not three foot away from him. Nothing was going to go wrong. Everything was perfect.

Behind him, he heard the guests rise from their seats, a clear indicator that the bride – rather, the second groom – was entering. Craning his head to look over his shoulder, Blaine watched.

Amanda was the first to descend the aisle, her cream dress clinging to her slim figure perfectly. Mercedes followed in a navy masterpiece, grinning broadly as she winked at Blaine, giving him a discreet thumbs up. Blaine let go of a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Rachel approached, smiling.

And then there was Kurt. Flawless, incredible, amazing, beautiful, perfect Kurt descending the aisle with such effortless grace and style that Blaine was struck dumb.

He'd seen Kurt look beautiful before – every day, in fact – but today he looked flawless. His navy suit looked incredible and clung to him effortlessly, making every movement look liquid and graceful. His hair was coiffed to perfection, though Blaine couldn't focus on anything other than the soft, alluring smile Kurt was giving him, making Blaine want to sprint up the aisle and take the beautiful man in his arms, declaring him as his own without the help of any officiator.

But instead he stood, basking in the glory of love and his ability to choose a life partner. Thank God he's mine.

All too soon but never soon enough, Kurt was stood by his side, his smile breaking into a grin. Blaine resisted the urge to chuckle and instead turned to face the officiator, reaching out his hand to intertwine his fingers with Kurt's, watching the blush creep onto his partner's face as he did so.

"Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to witness the union of two people deeply in love…"

As their glasses clinked, champagne jumped over the edge and into their laps slightly, but both men were too blind with love and lust and happiness that they simply refused to care.

Kurt sighed contentedly, dropping his head onto Blaine's shoulder as he took a sip of champagne. "I'm so…I just…" He tried to find the words to communicate how he was feeling, but quickly discovered that there were none.

"I love you so much," Blaine filled in for him, pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead.

Kurt's eyes were closed; he was so engulfed in what he was feeling but they shot open when Blaine groaned loudly. "What is it?" He asked, sitting up straight.

"Your dad's speech is about to start," Blaine moaned, his head in his hands, "he's going to rip me to shreds. I know I deserve it and all, but…"

Kurt chuckled. "Blaine, relax," he urged, "it'll be fine. I'm sure. I think. No, I'm sure. Honestly."

"Oh yeah, that was so reassuring, Kurt," Blaine replied, jokingly. But his insides were in knots as Burt stood from his table. Their dinner was being held in a small converted barn a few paces from where the wedding was held.

Everyone fell silent as Burt Hummel cleared his throat. "Well, needless to say I've got a few things to say about this wedding." His eyes met Blaine's, whose blood ran cold. "Blaine. Where do I start? I mean, no one ever knew if you were gunna come through. We all hoped, sure," a murmur of agreement sounded, "but you just…I don't know. The two of you seemed to keep missing each other."

Burt chuckled slightly with his next sentence. "From the second Kurt came home that afternoon, going on and on about this Blaine Anderson, I knew that the next few years weren't going to be easy. Everyone in the room has had their fair share of unrequited love and I was worried it was Kurt's turn. But I had hope," Burt confessed, sounding heartfelt, "I had so much hope for Kurt because he said you weren't like the others, that you were special."

Kurt was under the table by this point, his embarrassment proving too great.

Blaine, on the other hand, was somewhere between intrigued and ashamed of himself. Because he knew he had failed both Kurt and Burt in the past and he had no greater regret.

"And when I met you finally, after all that time – Kurt hadn't told me that he hadn't even spoken to you yet, and yet he seemed sure of his love for you –" a chuckle rang out, and a loud groan of embarrassment could be heard from under the table. "I knew that you were special too. I mean, why else wouldn't Kurt shut up about you? I'm fairly sure after a year of him gassing about you every three seconds; I knew your entire life story, Blaine." Burt told him, smiling slightly. "But I still had so much more to learn.

"And now I can. As your father. I mean, your second father. But I want you to know, Blaine, that I don't hold your years of obliviousness against you. True love takes time, right? And I'm 100% sure that's what you guys have. You guys know that the world's against you but I'm fairly sure you also know that every person here today will always support you. Myself included.

"And Kurt? You can come out now, I'm done embarrassing you." Kurt crawled out from underneath the table, his hair sticking up adorably and his suit slightly out of place. He slid back into his seat beside Blaine, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to regain composure.

"But I only ever wanted what was best for you. It took me a long time to see that Blaine was best for you. You've spent the last 10 years trying to convince me and I finally believe you. You two have what you read about in books – a love that's so deep, it's blinding. I mean, it's sickening to just be in a room with you two when you're getting all loved up. In a good way. I mean, it's sickening as Kurt's dad. But nice for you two, I suppose. Anyway, moving on.

"I'm so happy for you both. You're so lucky. There'll be people who'll sneer and make comments but they can't touch you guys or what you have because it's so beyond them. Remember that, please.

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know you'll have it." Burt finished, sitting back down at his table and smiling at the applause that broke out around him, namely from Kurt and Blaine.

And then, surprisingly, Nick Anderson stood up. "I know this isn't scheduled or anything, but I'd like to say a few words, if that's okay?" He asked Kurt and Blaine, who both nodded emphatically, struck dumb.

"I haven't always been the most supportive of parents. And, er, hearing Burt say those beautiful things made me realise that Blaine, I've treated you really unfairly. I thought that it was so easy for you to pick and choose a lifestyle that suited you, despite how much your mother and I disapproved. I almost thought it was a rebellion. But now I know it's a fundamental part of who you are and I'm so proud of who you are.

"Being a dedicated Christian, I've always considering being gay a choice and those who are homosexual it just chose wrong. But I was so wrong and I'm so sorry. To both of you.

"But I have to thank you as well. Especially you, Kurt." Kurt, mid-drink, almost choked. "I'm not stupid. I know my son's love life has been more than a little reckless. But you've grounded him and I can't thank you enough. You've made him happier than I've ever seen him and though it's traditional for a father to threaten their child's boyfriend, I don't have that worry with you. Because the way you and Blaine look at each other, it's like you're soul mates. And I think you are.

"So, thank you, both of you. Kurt, you gave me my son back and Blaine, thank you for coming back. I promise to be the best father I can from now on – to both of you."

He sat back down, the applause ringing out again.

"You know," Kurt whispered, leaning across and talking right into the shell of Blaine's ear, "I think falling in love with you might have been the best thing I've ever done."

He couldn't continue because in an instant Blaine's lips were on his and nothing else in the world mattered.

They were staying in a hotel over night before their early start in the morning which would begin their honeymoon. Kurt had no idea that Blaine had planned a month-long trip, including every destination that Kurt had ever talked about wanting to visit.

Their hotel was a stone's throw from the dinner and reception hall and they walked there together, hand in hand, failing to notice that their wedding photographer was still taking pictures of them as they walked in the moonlight.

"God, I…Blaine, I just…there aren't even words," Kurt admitted, looking at his husband – husband! – bask in the moonlight and feeling his heart jump up and down in his chest.

"I know. But we don't need them, Kurt. We don't need anything but each other." Blaine told him, smiling as he reached up to kiss Kurt, who was – he had to keep reminding himself – his husband. The thought alone made him giddy.

Thank God he had his whole life to get used to it.

It didn't take them long to get to their hotel room. An evening full of love quickly turned into a night of passion and lust and want and that might have been what led them to this point – Kurt pushed against their closed hotel room door, legs around Blaine's waist, the two kissing passionately.

"I thought they said sex dwindled after marriage," Kurt panted as Blaine pulled away from his lips to kiss a hot, wet trail down his neck, "but I've never wanted you more."

"You've got me, baby," Blaine whispered against the soft skin of Kurt's collarbone, "you've always got me," he continued, sucking on the junction of his husband's neck and smiling at the moan this drew from Kurt.

He pushed away from the door, Kurt's legs still wrapped firmly around his waist. Blaine walked them backwards towards the bed, pushing Kurt onto it and dropping himself over Kurt, every millimetre of their body touching.

Their suit jackets had already been discarded and they both took a minute to just look at each other, both flustered and panting. Blaine ran his fingers across Kurt's cheekbone, smiling at him gently. "You're so beautiful," he said, truthfully, "and I'm so glad you're mine."

"I'm yours," Kurt repeated, voice barely creeping above a whisper.

Blaine ducked his head, making to kiss Kurt but missing his mouth by inches and kissing his throat instead, sucking on his Adam's apple slightly. "Say it again," he instructed, fingers working on the buttons of Kurt's dress shirt.

"I'm yours," Kurt said again, this time slightly louder and punctuated by a moan as Blaine's mouth found his chest. As good as it felt, he didn't want to be the recipient the whole time. Mustering all of his strength, he flipped them over, pinning Blaine onto the bed as he made quick work of Blaine's shirt, dropping it onto the floor in one, fluid motion.

He kissed Blaine languidly, cupping him through his suit trousers and smiling as Blaine moaned loudly.

"Kurt," he gasped, "Kurt, please."

He grinned, loving how much Blaine wanted him. Before Blaine could even blink, Kurt's hand was inside his pants and pumping him. He watched as Blaine fell apart in front of his very eyes, whining and mewling and begging Kurt not to stop, never to stop.

Trousers were quickly removed and their boxers followed suit, landing in a crumpled mess on the floor. Kurt raked his eyes up and down Blaine's body, smiling to himself. "You're gorgeous," Kurt told him, kissing every part of his chest in reach.

"I love how you make me feel," Blaine sighed, wrapping his arms around Kurt and kissing him fiercely. Kurt's own arms wrapped around his husband's torso, pulling their groins together. Kurt ground into Blaine, eliciting guttural moans – whose, they were unsure and the knowledge seemed irrelevant.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped, "Blaine, I want you so much."

Blaine growled, pulling Kurt's body flush against his. "How do you want me, baby?"

"I want to be inside you, Blaine," Kurt told him, unabashed.

Blaine smiled, kissing his husband once more before spreading his legs and scrambling onto Kurt's lap. "You can have me any way you want me, baby."

Kurt fingers reached round to cup Blaine's ass, the tip of his finger rubbing against his entrance slightly, releasing a moan from Blaine. "Please, Kurt, please," he whispered, dropping his head onto Kurt's shoulder and wrapping his legs around his husband's waist tightly.

Kurt fished for the lube that he'd kept in his trouser pocket, locating it after a few seconds and slicking his fingers with it. He reached Blaine's entrance again and teased it slightly before delving his fingers right inside, making his husband gasp. In a practised few seconds, Kurt found his prostate and in a few more seconds, Blaine was writhing and gasping and pleading. "Please, Kurt, I want you so much," Blaine muttered, pressing open mouthed kisses on Kurt's neck and shoulder.

"I know, baby, I know," Kurt replied, stretching Blaine slightly to make sure he was ready before removing his fingers to slick himself up. In one, liquid motion, he entered Blaine, filling him right up and gasping at the sensation that never ceased to amaze him. It felt perfect.

It only took Blaine a few seconds to adjust before he was begging Kurt for more, who in turn began to move, thrusting into Blaine and moaning when Blaine's hips snapped down to meet his every thrust. He knew he was close; he wanted it to last but everything was just so perfect that he couldn't stop himself.

They continued to kiss as they made love, only interrupted by the need to profess their love every couple of seconds.

It didn't take long before they were both stuttering their words out.

"Blaine, I – I'm c-close,"

"M-me too, baby, oh God, me t-too,"

"I l-love you so much,"

"I love y-you too, Kurt,"

And in a matter of seconds, they came together, cursing and clutching at each other and screaming as they rode out their orgasms.

They collapsed back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, smiling to themselves. "That was amazing," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to Kurt's sweaty forehead.

"That it was," Kurt agreed, kissing Blaine's neck softly.

"…And I'm totally up for round two."

I hope that wasn't too awful!

TBC…