Spring 2018

"I'm really nervous about this," Blaine admitted as he fumbled with his tie.

"You're twenty-four. Can't you tie a tie?" Kurt teased, but he felt bad for Blaine. His friends were very intimidating.

"Normally, but my hands are shaking really badly," Blaine admitted, and Kurt walked over to help.

"Don't worry," Kurt soothed his nervous boyfriend as he tied the tie with sure fingers, "they'll love you."

"How can you be so sure?" Blaine asked, and Kurt could hear the nerves in his voice now.

"Because I do," Kurt promised, and Blaine smiled and kissed him softly.

"I love you too."

Rachel and he had argued the Saturday in January before he first told Blaine that he loved him. They had only been officially dating for about a month, but the year they had spent chasing each other all around the great city of New York had to count for something (that was Kurt's argument, at least). In the end, Kurt had not listened to his former roommate at all, and he hadn't regretted it when Blaine's face had lit up and he returned the sentiment near instantaneously.

What had really made Rachel nervous? The Sunday in March Blaine had asked him to move in. Blaine's crazy roommates were moving to Los Angeles (one of them was almost as pale as Kurt, so he had found that ridiculously amusing), and, while Blaine could handle the rent, they felt it was the logical next step. They had been dating for almost three months (discounting Their Year, as Rachel called 2017), and Kurt had said 'yes' before he had even thought about it. Sam had at that point had no luck finding a place to live, though he had gotten a job shortly after New Year's, and he and Finn had remained roommates when Kurt moved out. Finn had broken up with Angela in February, but Kurt had suspected they had been having problems for months. Finn hadn't found anyone new yet.

They were still a happy couple in the comfort of Blaine's luxurious maisonette, deeply entrenched in the honeymoon stage and constantly mocked by Blaine's friends, who all lived nearby, some of them even in Blaine's building.

Speaking of happy couples, Kurt was tying Blaine's tie for him on a very special Saturday in April, the day Lucy Quinn Fabray officially became Quinn L. Lockwood (she had decided to legally change her name right before her wedding). That was where Blaine and Kurt were headed for the afternoon. The reason Blaine was so nervous was that, despite the amount of time Kurt had spent with his friends and the resulting familiarity with his new neighbors, Blaine had never spent any time around the New Directions (except, of course, for the times during which they were interrupting something. The only moment the New Directions had not managed to barge into was the first 'I love you' and it was a close call. Rachel had even walked in on the first time they had sex, back when he was living with Finn and Sam and she still invited herself over to his apartment. Now she at least called). Blaine was nervous, for some reason, that they were all going to hate him and Kurt was going to respect their opinions more than his own and break up with the tenor. Kurt's insistences that this was not going to happen and numerous examples of when he had listened to absolutely no one in the group and it had turned out better for him had not calmed Blaine's nerves.

"Ready for this?" Kurt asked as they headed out the door, and what little color Blaine still had in his face drained out instantly.

"Never."

The wedding was beautiful. Kurt had made sure of it, inserting himself into Quinn's planning as much as possible with her in Providence. He thanked social networking profusely in his speech at the bachelorette party (because he would always be androgynous to the New Directions), but Quinn surely hated it by now. The Glee club had mutually decided that if all of them couldn't be in the bridal party (Doctor Tye had objected, but Kurt didn't blame him), none of them would be. Surprisingly, the exception to the rule was Rachel, whom Quinn had asked to be her maid of honor. She was declared head of the bridesmaids that mostly consisted of Providence high society ladies. "The Real Housewives of Providence," Blaine had joked.

Kurt had also taken Blaine's car up to Providence a few times (during these ventures he had learned that traffic in New York was as bad as it looked from the sidewalks or the inside of a cab, and he had been shocked to realize how long it had been since he had actually driven anywhere. It took him a few minutes to get used to driving, which in New York Traffic Minutes is about one-quarter of a block, if you're lucky) and inserted himself into the wedding planning physically. However, he had gotten to know and thoroughly approve of the man Quinn was marrying, and carried the good news ("Quinn finally made a good choice as far as men go!" he had said, doing his best to insult Sam, Puck, Finn, and Joe all in one swipe) back to New York. Blaine had even come up with him once, and they had spent a nice weekend in the quiet solitude that was the busiest city in Rhode Island (it was nothing compared to New York).

Quinn's wedding was completely characteristic of her, simple and elegant. Kurt knew from his visits to the Lockwood residence that Doctor Tye had little to no say in any of the wedding plans, but Doctor Tye was just happy to see her happy. It was written all over his face near constantly as the wedding drew closer. But that look of content happiness was nothing compared to the absolute bliss on his face when he saw Quinn walking down the aisle. Kurt had picked up some tips from 27 Dresses and immediately looked at the groom as Quinn started walking. After all, he had picked out Quinn's wedding dress.

Blaine was clutching Kurt's hand rather tightly throughout the entirety of the ceremony, which was long and extremely religious and thus held no appeal for Kurt or half of Quinn's guests. All of the people Kurt didn't recognize (whom he immediately pegged at Doctor Tye's guests) looked perfectly happy with the long, repetitive prayers though.

Quinn and Doctor Tye exchanged traditional vows (Doctor Tye considered custom vows tacky, which had been the basis of his and Kurt's first argument. Quinn had obviously sided with her fiancé) and that was the first time Blaine's grip on his hand relaxed even infinitesimally. "Love you," he murmured just as the priest invited Quinn and Doctor Tye to share their first kiss as a married couple.

"Love you too," Kurt murmured, watching Quinn attempt her practiced church tongue right out of The Wedding Singer. "Just no proposals yet, okay?" Blaine chuckled as they stood up to cheer, Quinn and Doctor Tye heading for the heavy oak doors to the church.

"Why don't we have rice?" Blaine asked.

"That's for after the reception, when the couple are headed to their honeymoon." Kurt replied. He had just caught sight of one of the bridesmaids (he had been at a bad vantage point considering he had planned half the wedding), and the dress she was wearing wouldn't have flattered anyone, not even someone as pretty as her. All the bridesmaids had this ugly dress, except for Rachel, who was wearing one of the dresses Kurt had picked out. Kurt frowned when he realized the couple had been messing with the plans 'they' had made, but let it go quickly. It was their day; he was just there to help. And sometime in the future, it would be his day, and he would be the world's first Groomzilla.

"And as for proposals, I think we're a little ways away from that," Blaine replied as they walked hand-in-hand out of the church, glad their legs hadn't fallen asleep during the long service. Kurt's butt was numb from the hard pew though. The girls in the church were rushing to get to Quinn, who was about to throw the bouquet. Kurt and Blaine arrived just in time to see the bouquet drop into a surprised Rachel's hands and all of the color drain out of Paul's face.

"He looks so terrified," Blaine muttered, and Kurt tried to laugh subtly as everyone waved while Quinn and Tye got into their limo to head to the reception, but he had never been good at subtle.

"Poor guy," Kurt joked, but he knew that Paul was good for Rachel and vice versa.

"I'm having horrible Rocky Horror deja vu right now," Blaine murmured, and Kurt couldn't help cracking up laughing. It was ridiculously funny because it had been exactly what he had been thinking.

"Ready for the reception?" Kurt asked once he had calmed down and Blaine gripped his hand tightly again.

"Not even a little bit."

Kurt insisted on driving, considering Blaine had to clench his hands together in the passenger seat to stop them from shaking. By the time they arrived at the reception, which was in the ballroom of the most glamorous hotel in Providence (which wasn't saying much), Blaine looked really to throw up, and Kurt stopped him from getting out of the car with a gentle hand once they had parked in the reserved wedding parking.

"Blaine, you are going to have a heart attack if you don't stop panicking! My friends are going to love you as much as I love your friends, and even if they don't, I don't care! Because I am absolutely, one-thousand-and-one percent in love with you, you idiot, and nothing my irresponsible, immature, judgmental, sophomoric friends have to say is going to change my mind! What do I have to do to convince you of that?" Kurt asked, practically yelling out of exasperation. "Why don't you-" Blaine shut him up with a kiss that left him breathless... and than a few more for good measure.

Because Kurt could get distracted by Blaine's kisses (and wandering hands, the man was a full-grown teenage horn-dog), there was a rap on Kurt's rapidly-fogging window. "This is Quinn's wedding day, not yours! No getting some in the car!" Rachel's grating voice said from the outside, and the rush of pleasant spring air from her subsequently opening the door helped to cool the atmosphere in the car despite the warmth of the April air. "Come on, sweeties, time to face the firing squad! Remember the Alamo!" she yelled as she almost ran into the hotel, ignoring as always the startled looks she was getting from Providence residents who weren't used to bizarre New York people, who ran around like maniacs while looking like models. And Rachel did look like a model, thanks to him, in a light green bridesmaid dress that accented the green belt on Quinn's dress, little silver stilettos (it was amazing she could run in them), and a ton of make-up (she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep, she'd had to deal with Quinn's suddenly cold feet the previous night, which she spent apart from Doctor Tye, as tradition dictates).

"I'm definitely looking forward to meeting more people like her," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "As if she's not enough of a handful." Kurt ignored the slights against his friends (he knew Blaine would actually really like them), and just settled for the fact Blaine no longer looked like a health hazard, taking his hand once they got out of the car and walking into the reception together.

Quinn had decided on a morning wedding for exactly this reason: lunch buffets were much classier than dinner buffets. So, she could have the DJ playing from the start, but people could choose whether to eat or dance, and once the crowd around the buffet table had lessened, they would be able to do traditional wedding type stuff. It was kind of completely ingenious.

"Kurt," Quinn immediately rushed up to him, "I hate to ask this of you, but I don't know where Rachel went, and I think Mercedes is in the men's room with Puck, and Santana and Brittany are already twined around each other on the dance floor and-"

"Quinn, my lovely darling, does this frantic rant have a point to it that you might reach before I'm old and gray?" Kurt asked, Blaine chuckling until he was silenced by a glare from Quinn.

"Bathroom, please?" Quinn asked, looking up at Kurt with pleading eyes, and there was no chance that he could say no. She obviously really needed to.

"Just... try not to get killed while I'm gone," was all Kurt said to Blaine before he disappeared with a hurried bride, leaving Blaine all alone.

"Hey, dude!" Finn walked up to him and clapped him (a little roughly) on the back. "Where's Kurt?"

"Quinn needed someone to assist her in the ladies room," Blaine replied, unable to resist making a face. Finn just laughed.

"Yeah, I'm sure he's having a blast too. Have you met the gang yet?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure Kurt wanted to-" He didn't finish his sentence, he didn't get the chance. Finn was dragging him towards a group of laughing, drinking friends, a couple of which he recognized from brief glimpses (Sam and Paul) and some of which immediately intimidated him.

"Guys, this is Blaine, whom we've all heard so much about." Rachel smiled and grabbed his hand, and Blaine wasn't inclined to stop her. As annoying as she could be, she really was a good person, and he could use the support.

"Ah, so you're the guy that's been chasing Hummel's sweet ass all year?" Blaine recognized the voice dimly from the previous summer. It had been making an inappropriately sexual comment at that time to.

"You could say that," Blaine hedged. "Puck, right?"

"Ah, great, has Hummel been telling you how awful I am? Dude, I'm so sorry for the obsession, but he has had this issue admitting he's attracted to me since we first met." Blaine swallowed. Time to see how this was actually going to go.

"Actually, he hasn't mentioned anything about you. I just remember your voice from when Kurt was in Los Angeles with you guys." Puck gaped and Finn grinned, before leveling a glare at Puck.

"And no checking out my brother's ass, dude," Finn ordered, and Puck shrugged.

"Tell that to him, dude. Your brother's not exactly my type."

"Ignore them, they've been bickering like children since they were children." If Blaine had to guess, and unfortunately he did, he would guess this was Mercedes. Kurt and she talked all the time, especially about Puck (that didn't count), and he wasn't really that afraid of meeting her.

"You must be Mercedes, right?" Blaine asked, almost one hundred percent confident and holding out a hand to shake.

"You a business guy or something?" Mercedes asked, looking at the hand with a little bit of disdain that was poorly hidden. When Blaine slowly withdrew his hand, not expecting that kind of snobbery from Kurt's best friend, Mercedes cracked up laughing, grabbing and shaking his hand. "Kidding, but you've looked shit scared all day and I thought I would freak you out a little more."

"Rest assured it does not go unappreciated," Blaine said, sarcasm dripping off every word. Mercedes just laughed some more.

"Well, since my boy's been so absolutely crazy with you for so long I can completely skip the 'don't screw and leave' speech, and skip right to the 'if you hurt my boy I will break every bone in your body including some of the tiny ones in your wrist that are really hard to break' speech. Clear?"

"Crystal," Blaine said, gulping. Where was Kurt?

"Mercedes," Kurt headed across the crowded dance floor like his guardian angel. "Are you traumatizing my boyfriend?"

"Just a little bit," Mercedes said unrepentantly, and Kurt smiled, giving her a hug and then kissing the side of Blaine's head.

"Who've you met?" Kurt asked, Mercedes turning her attention back to the bickering that was still going on between Finn and Puck.

"Just Puck and Mercedes," he answered honesty, wishing in that moment he had the steel nerves required to lie to Kurt and face the wrath of his raised eyebrows. Kurt made a 'tsk' sound and grabbed another girl.

"Tina, this is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend. Blaine, this is Tina Abrams. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband Artie, who's over there," Kurt said, pointing to a man in a wheelchair," and is a dance teacher." Tina offered a hand to shake wordlessly and Blaine shook it.

"Kurt, now I think you need to relax. You're making this into speed dating." Kurt sighed as Tina wandered off.

"I just... my friends all have their elephants in the room, and I really didn't want you to step on any."

Blaine took a moment to twist Kurt's sentence together in his head and decided the countertenor had messed up his metaphor. ""Are you nervous about me meeting your friends now? Have the tables turned?"

"Blaine, don't get me wrong," Kurt began, wringing his hands, "I am incredibly proud to be with you, and I don't care if my friends hate you. But I do hope they like you. They are important to me." Blaine smiled and kissed his boyfriend softly to prevent him from biting his lips.

"I know, but if I'm not allowed to be nervous, neither are you."

"And if we're not allowed to make out," a Latin woman announced loudly, heading for them, "neither are you." In complete and utter contrast to her words, she gave Kurt a long hug, and the bubbly blonde she had been holding hands with kissed him right on the mouth.

"Uh..." was the most articulate thing Blaine could come up with, but the first woman glared at him and his question died in his throat.

"Blaine Anderson, this is Mrs. and Mrs. Santana and Brittany Lopez," Kurt announced, gesturing between the two of them.

"And you're the guy Hummel's been obsessed with since last Christmas. I swear, he wasn't even this nuts about Adam, and he practically stalked the poor guy." Kurt glared at her, and she shrugged.

"Kurt's a unicorn sent from heaven and I love him," the blonde said randomly, and Kurt smiled at her. Blaine was sure he was gaping, and sure enough...

"Open your mouth wider, Anderson, and Hummel might take advantage of you right here and now," Santana said, raising an eyebrow and effectively causing him to shut his mouth. Kurt just ignored the comment with his usual grace.

"Did Quinn really have to explicitly tell you ladies not to make out at her wedding?" Kurt asked, disapproval and humor coloring his voice.

"Just on the dance floor. Speaking of which..." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and dragged her behind the bar, towards the bathroom.

"No one go in the ladies room for a while, Brittana is in there," Kurt said, and some of the girls groaned. "I apologize for them, there's a long story behind that particular marriage. Santana's always been that crude, and Brittany, while incredibly sweet and a magnificent dancer, has always been in her own little world. Santana's the only person who can really explain things to her, and she's still convinced I'm a unicorn from my run for Senior Class President, which is another long story."

"Lots of history?"

"Lots of history," Kurt confirmed, "but Santana seemed to approve of you, so I think you just garnered the favor of the scariest member of the 2011-2012 New Directions."

"That was approving of me?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded.

"Approval Santana-style at least." Kurt scanned around for more people for Blaine to meet, and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. "Joe!" More than one person's head snapped to Kurt's shout, but only one of them grinned and came over. He had dark brown hair, cut short and styled almost like Taylor Lautner's, a nose ring, and a big smile.

"Kurt, my amigo, how are you?" Kurt hugged him quickly.

"I thought you were still in the peace core."

"I am, but I had to come see the nicest, prettiest, best-smiling girl I've ever met get married," Joe said, and obviously there was more history there because Kurt laughed along with him.

"I have to say it, Doctor Tye isn't exactly the kind of person I imagined her settling down with, but he's a great guy. Don't worry too much about your angel."

"I won't. And who's this?" Oh look, someone noticed he existed.

"Oh, Joe, this is my boyfriend Blaine Anderson. Blaine, this is Joe Hart, God Squad extraordinare."

"Very funny," Joe said, rolling his eyes and shaking the hand Blaine offered. "We solved this like a billion years ago."

"Tell that to the other members of your religion," Kurt retaliated, but there was no vitriol behind it.

"It's nice to see you too, Kurt," a man said from behind Kurt, and the countertenor jumped high enough to make any Olympian proud. "Glad to see you haven't lost your sass."

"Mike!" Kurt exclaimed without turning around to see an Asian man who was holding hands with a black man, who nodded at Blaine and gave him a smile. "Matt, you're..." Kurt trailed off, eyes completely fixated on where their hands were conjoined. "What..." Both of them laughed at Kurt's confusion, but Kurt looked thoroughly perplexed.

"You really didn't think we seemed just a little bit too close in high school?" Mike asked.

"Well, of course I thought that, but I was looking for signs I might not be the only creature of my species at McKinley and thought I was looking too far into it. And then Matt moved and... are you two married?" Kurt practically shrieked, obviously having seen the matching gold rings.

"Yes," Matt said, and Mike smiled at him.

"We're Mr. and Mr. Rutherford-Chang. I argued, but I have to admit it does sound better."
"How do you argue with someone that speaks in one word sentences?" Kurt asked, and then jolted back like he was surprised at his own boldness. Mike just laughed.

"You would be surprised how verbose he is." Matt colored, and Kurt and Blaine got at exactly the same time what Mike was alluding to. Kurt's eyes became cartoon-esque saucers, and Mike looked ready to piss his pants laughing.

"I don't... You two... I need to sit down," Kurt said, clutching his head. Blaine rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's dramatic antics and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"So, now that you've delved into our lives, I guess we get to delve into yours. Hello, Mr. Mystery Silent Man, I'm Mike Rutherford-Chang, and this is my husband Matt," Mike said casually, releasing Matt's hand to shake Blaine's. Kurt fake-swooned, leaning heavily on Blaine.

"Blaine Anderson, and you already know my boyfriend, Kurt," he introduced himself similarly, shaking Mike's hand with the arm he wasn't using to hold up Kurt.

"Kurt passed out from stress already?" the man Kurt had introduced as Artie asked, rolling himself into the conversation. "Hey Matt, Mike... woah."

"Hey," they said simultaneously, obviously getting a kick out of the surprise that would be on all of their friends' faces for the rest of the night.

"I should have known," was Artie's much more reasonable reaction, "not only did you two act like Brittana half the time, but Brittany made a stray comment once."

"I still don't know how she found out about us," Matt said quietly, but Kurt fake-fainted into Blaine again.

"Matt speaking, both of you gay or bi and married. Oh dearie me," Kurt said dramatically, and Blaine just chuckled, kissing the side of Kurt's head.

"How do you put up with him?" Mike asked, and Blaine just shrugged. He thought Kurt was adorable, he always had.

"Speaking of that, who are you?" Artie asked, making them all laugh.

"Artie, this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson." Artie's eyes widened, and Blaine had the odd feeling Artie knew something the others didn't.

"Blaine Anderson, related to Matt Bomer slash Cooper Anderson?" Blaine sighed, and nodded. Kurt raised an eyebrow. "As in, rich Daddy got him into show business but he's actually doing pretty well, Matt Bomer slash Cooper Anderson?"

"Blaine, you didn't tell me your brother was Matt Bomer."

"Please tell me you didn't see Magic Mike."

"I cannot make you that promise. Also, don't go through my DVD collection quite yet. Especially not the Blu-Rays."

"Oh dear God." Artie, Mike, and Matt were all dying laughing at this point.

"What did I miss?" Tina asked, dropping onto Artie's lap like it was totally normal. Well, to them, it probably was.

"Blaine here is unfortunately related to my drama king on set, Matt Bomer." Tina laughed so hard she snorted.

"You're working with my brother?" Blaine asked, and Artie nodded. "I am so sorry. I assure you I am nothing like him."

"Oh, I know." Blaine raised an eyebrow, trying not to get mad and thinking Cooper had been complaining about him. "If you were anything like your brother, Kurt would have killed you by now and you would be in such small pieces that the cops would never find any of them."

"Well that's very... specific," was the only reply Blaine had, "and probably very true."

"Sorry, I just got finished stinting on a cop show," Artie said with a shrug. "That comment mildly resembles a case I spent a week trying to make less stereotypical of bad cop shows. It was very difficult." Blaine laughed at that. He only put up with his boyfriend's obsession with NCIS because... well, Kurt was cute. And hot. And very attracted to Michael Weatherly.

"I bet."

"Artie, how are you?" the accent on the voice behind him was so thick, he would have sworn it was fake, but Kurt did tell him one of the New Directions had been a foreign exchange student from Ireland.

"Rory, my man, glad to be back in the States?" Artie asked, offering a fist to bump that Rory accepted.

"I'm certainly glad to have him back," said a shrill voice, and a petite, stick-thin woman with pin-straight brown hair walked up to them and gave Rory a kiss on the cheek.

"Sugar, haven't see you since you dumped me," Artie said, but he didn't sound terribly bothered.

"Well, you do live on the west coast." Was her name really Sugar? Who would name their child Sugar? "Introduce me to everyone!" Sugar demanded of Rory, who looked equally as lost.

"Sugar, this is my boyfriend Blaine Anderson. Blaine, this is Sugar Motta, sole heir to the Motta fortune and certified psychopath with magpie-ic tendencies-"

"Ha ha."

"And self-diagnosed Asperger's," Kurt continued. "Sugar, that's Matt Rutherford-Chang, Mike's husband."

"Mike, you're a queen?" she shrieked, but she didn't sound offended or disparaging. She sounded excited. "I love queens!" Sugar (that had to be her real name, poor thing) grabbed Mike in a hug, which he returned, and then Matt, who looked sincerely uncomfortable but hesitantly hugged her back when he realized she probably wouldn't let him go until he did.

"Oh dear God," Blaine said, echoing Kurt's earlier words.

"At least she's not scary," Kurt murmured in reply.

"Touche."

Before Kurt could reply, the distinctive ring of a fork hitting a crystal glass filled the room. "Attention everyone," Rachel said with a big smile. "The bride and the groom need no big entrance because they've been eating along with the rest of us, but they, and by they I mean the lovely bride, insisted, so it is time for some introductions. My name is Rachel Berry, I am the maid of honor. My fellow master of ceremonies is Oscar Shrader, the best man."

"Thanks, Rachel, and wow, I feel like a newscaster." The jokes felt a little forced, but it was nice anyway that Rachel and Shrader (who Doctor Tye had maturely called "Shredder" all throughout planning, making Quinn roll her eyes) had split up the responsibilities. "Coming in here is the mother of the bride, a radiant reflection of her beautiful daughter, Miss Judy Fabray. Following Miss Fabray is Quinn's father Mr. Russell Fabray."

"Miss Milana Luchic, mother of the groom, follows, lead by Mr. Finnegan Hudson." Blaine's eyes bulged out of his head. Finn, the bride's ex-boyfriend, was leading the groom's mother into the reception hall. "Unfortunately, Mr. Jervis Lockwood is unable to join us for this joyful occasion. May he rest in peace." There was a moment of silence during which Blaine sincerely wondered if Quinn had scripted this entire event for Rachel, because only one of her sentences had started with 'I', 'me', or 'my'. Either that or Quinn gave her a personality transplant while no one was looking.

"The wedding party stands behind the lovely Miss Berry and I, and I'm sure you'll meet them later. Following their parents are Dr. and Mrs. Tye McClellan Lockwood." Everyone cheered as Quinn and Doctor Tye walked in, looking completely happy and in love. Doctor Tye was so busy looking at his beautiful bride that he almost tripped over his own feet. "Dr. Tye M. Lockwood, smooth as always, and for some reason, they let this clumsy oaf around people's brains." That got a few laughs.

Quinn's parents and Doctor Tye's mom sat down as the strains of their wedding song began to play. On this, at least, they had taken his advice, and they danced to a wonderful classic, I Can't Help Falling in Love With You by Elvis Presley. There was no technique to their dance, no particular choreography, but no one cared. About halfway through the following song (A Moment Like This by Kelly Clarkson), the bridal party joined them on the dance floor, Rachel dancing with Shredder and Finn returning to his seat. At the beginning of the third song, the rest of the party that wanted to dance joined them, Kurt pulling Blaine out of his seat and not giving him much of a choice.

Shredder gave Rachel to Paul at the end of the third song, and it was only about halfway through the fourth song that the music ended. "Hey, there, folks, sorry to crash the party, but someone has a little announcement to make, and Quinn was more than willing for it to happen right now. No one really cares about T-Lock's opinion at this point, because Quinn is the bride." Everyone laughed at that, and Shredder handed the microphone to a nervous-looking Paul.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking, right?" Kurt asked.

"There's more than one reason Paul turned white when Rachel got the bouquet."

"And there's a reason Quinn threw it to her."

"Thank you, Quinn, for giving me an audience for this. Rachel, I know it's not a Broadway audience, but it's everyone you love and quite a few people you don't know, so I hope this is an acceptable substitute." Rachel was gaping in the face of her third proposal (yes, sadly, Finn had tried again after high school. At least Brody never tried).

"Rachel Berry, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You're talented, driven, passionate, caring, brave, independent... I could go on and on. You took the hand that you were dealt with and became one of the best known Broadway stars of today. You wake up in the morning, drink breakfast in a cup, exercise, and look at the world as if it's brand new from the day before, and that is something I so admire about you. I am completely, one hundred and one percent in love with you, Rachel." Paul had been advancing on her for the entirety of his speech, and Rachel was already crying. "And if you would stop crying, would you make me the happiest man on earth? Rachel Berry, will you marry me?"

"Y-yes," the word caught in Rachel's throat. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Everyone cheered as Rachel threw herself into Paul's arms, and Finn gave Paul a thumb's up over Rachel's shoulder. Huh. That was new.

"That wasn't horrible," Blaine admitted later when they were cuddling in their hotel bed. As much as it pained Kurt to be away from the city, leaving Providence after the wedding wasn't practical, and they were in no rush. "Your friends, for all their personality, attitude, and insanity, are pretty wonderful."

"They liked you. I knew they would." Blaine ignored the opportunity to point out Kurt's previous doubts and gave him a soft kiss.

"The toasts were utter madness, though," Blaine commented once he had to detach himself from Kurt for oxygenic purposes.

"Toasts at Glee weddings are always crazy. You should have seen my dad's Glee wedding. Finn made up a word that rhymes with 'fart' and is still used today, and there was a whole, choreographed musical number involved. This was nothing." Blaine chuckled, rubbing his thumb over Kurt's cheekbone.

"I love you."

"Well that was random."

"I meant it."

"I know. I love you too." Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, despite insisting that Blaine was the cuddler in their relationship.

"You do realize..." Blaine said hesitantly, aware he was pushing the envelope but knowing that if there was any time to do it, it was now, "I can see this... going somewhere."

"Somewhere permanent, you mean?" Kurt asked, and they were both avoiding the same word. Forever. "Me too. Honestly, I've been able to see it go somewhere since I met you in the coffee shop in March. You're cute scruffy." Blaine chuckled at that, knowing Kurt meant what he said even though he was teasing Blaine while saying it.

"So are you, but I know I'll never be able to convince you of that."

"Never," Kurt promised, leaning forward to kiss him. Once again, oxygen got in their way, and when they parted, Kurt whispered the forsaken word. "Forever. I want to be with you forever."

"Ditto," Blaine said, making Kurt giggle and lightening the mood. "You know what?"

"What?"

"It's twelve-oh-three."

"We should probably go to bed then."

"That's not what I was thinking."

"Oh?"

"All of our important moments happen on Sundays."

Kurt started humming the Pink Panther theme song.

A/N: Hahahaha yes, I had to add the Pink Panther theme song one more time! I intended to post this yesterday, but unfortunately I am very sick and it completely slipped my mind, so I apologize. This is it for this fic, folks! I hope you enjoyed :)