The next morning, Kurt was awakened by the blaring of the alarm on his phone. He immediately flung an arm out and snatched it up, pressing 'dismiss' before rolling over with a groan. Then he shot up. He was getting married today. He stared at the blank TV screen in slight trepidation and a bit of excitement for a moment before his phone buzzed with a text.

Blaine: Good morning future husband! The guys woke me up about an hour ago, and if they see me with my phone, they'll take it away. I'll see you soon though =D Hunt me down if your ...problem from last night comes back though.

Kurt reread the text several times before realizing that "problem" meant "freaking out about getting married," and that Blaine was being extra vague in case someone read his or Kurt's texts.

Kurt: You better believe I'm ready for this, Anderson.

Kurt: Well, currently I'm sitting in bed still in my pajamas, but you know what I mean.

Acting confident and self-assured always made him feel more confident and self-assured. This would hopefully be the same. Besides, he was sure about marrying Blaine. He was just a little nervous because marriage was kind of a big deal.

Blaine: Why Kurt Hummel, are you trying to turn this into a competition?

Kurt giggled.

Kurt: How dare you accuse me of turning our torrid love affair into a competition.

Kurt: Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready while you think about what you just did.

He stood up and laughed when he saw the kissy faces Blaine had sent in return. His best friend was such a dork.

"You ready?" Burt asked, stepping closer to Kurt and tying his tie for him - as if Kurt had needed help with his tie in the past decade and a half.

"I've been planning my wedding since I was three," Kurt returned, turning to look at himself in the mirror, his dad staring intently at him through it.

"Doesn't mean you're ready," Burt shrugged, clapping him on the shoulders.

Kurt gave his dad a small smile in the mirror before turning around. "Blaine's my best friend. If I can make a fake marriage work with anyone, it's him."

Burt regarded him silently for a moment. "Look, kid-"

"Alright bitches, let's get this show on the road!" Santana announced, bursting into the room.

Burt raised an eyebrow at her.

She faltered, looking vaguely sorry for her interruption. Kurt was fairly certain that her cheeks were a little flushed in embarrassment. "I meant ballerinas… and I thought Rachel, Finn, and Mercedes were in here. ...It's ten minutes until places," she added, backing out the door.

The moment it closed behind her, Burt burst out laughing. "I didn't know she knew how to retreat." He shook his head, focusing his attention back on Kurt. "I should head down there." He hugged Kurt firmly - during which Kurt managed to refrain from protesting the hug because of his suit - and then headed out of the room with a final good luck.

Kurt turned away from the door, staring at himself in the mirror again. His fingers flexed, wishing Rachel hadn't taken his phone. He wanted to talk to Blaine. He hadn't gone this many hours without at least seeing or hearing from him since this whole thing had started.

He turned around when he heard a knock on the door. "Kurt?"

"Finn," Kurt sighed, a little disappointed it wasn't Blaine, but immensely relieved it wasn't one of the girls coming to fuss. "Come in!" he called, turning back to the mirror to make sure his suit jacket looked pristine.

For the wedding ceremony itself, they'd settled on short and to the point. They would walk down separate flights of stairs, meeting in the middle to walk down the aisle hand in hand. For obvious reasons, they didn't write their own vows. And instead of typical wedding hymns, Blaine had picked out two classic love songs for everyone to sing.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes on Blaine coming down the stairs. One thing was for certain, he was going to have some stunning wedding pictures to show off to his co-workers, because Blaine looked absolutely gorgeous in his suit. Blaine beamed at him, and when they met in the middle, hands clasping, Kurt could feel the way Blaine's hand was shaking. But he held on firmly.

They reached the front of the crowd and joined their groomspeople. They dropped their hands, turning to face each other instead.

Most of the ceremony blurred together, but then came the vows and Kurt felt the world freeze for a moment. This was really happening.

"Do you, Kurt Hummel, promise to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, this man whose hand you now hold? Do you promise to be to him in all things a true and faithful husband, to be devoted unto him, and to him only? And do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband? If so, please say 'I do.'"

For a fraction of a second, Kurt considered saying no, while also promising himself that if he ever got married again, they were writing their vows because even edited, these ones were a little creepy. Blaine squeezed his hand, and Kurt met his gaze, completely forgetting the idea of saying no. Even if he was in love with Blaine, he was doing this because Blaine was his best friend. Blaine always went out of his way for Kurt, even when he didn't ask. Kurt could do this for him.

Besides, it wasn't as though he was interested in dating anyone aside from the man in front of him.

He took a breath. "I do."

Blaine beamed at him, eyebrows lifting as he moved to put the ring Cooper handed him onto Kurt's finger.

The same process was repeated, this time with Blaine saying "I do," and then Kurt was turning to take Blaine's ring from Finn. Facing Blaine once more, Kurt squeezed his hand, and the nerves vanished from Blaine's face.

He put the ring on Blaine's finger.

"It is my pleasure, to pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss."

They leaned forward simultaneously and their lips met in a hard, deep kiss. There was a wolf-whistle from the audience and they broke apart.

Playing the part of brand new, completely in love, married couple, Kurt grinned before moving to walk back down the aisle, holding hands with Blaine.

He had only gone two steps forward, when, one by one, starting with Wes of all people, Warblers and New Directioners alike, started popping out of their seats singing Teenage Dream.

"Did you do this?" Kurt hissed at Blaine, trying to maintain his grin while his stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch.

One look at Blaine's face told Kurt that he didn't do it. His eyes were wide, and he was staring around at the people singing in shock. "No."

For the next hour they posed for picture after picture with family members and the wedding party. They were finally, finally released to the reception after eleven kisses and seven pictures having to be retaken because someone had wandered off.

They ate dinner, surrounded by their favorite people - the relatives that they disliked being relegated to tables on the outskirts.

After dinner, Burt stood up and kicked off the speeches for the evening. As he talked about Kurt growing up, and how happy it had made him to watch Kurt and Blaine's relationship grow over the years, Kurt began to tear up. Finally, when he began telling the story of the first time he'd found Kurt and Blaine in bed together, Kurt cut him off. "Dad," he groaned, making a grab for the microphone.

"Alright, alright," he laughed at Kurt, dancing away from him. He returned his attention to the audience. "The groom is asking me to wrap it up, so," he held up his glass of champagne. "To the happy couple."

Blaine's parents stood up next. They too reminisced about a younger Blaine, mentioning how they'd seen him truly blossom once he became friends with Kurt. At one point, Kurt glanced over to see Blaine blinking away a tear and reached over, grabbing his hand. Blaine leaned towards Kurt, resting his cheek on his shoulder as his parents wrapped up their speech with a fake story about Blaine calling them on New Year's Day and telling them he and Kurt had been dating for a few months now and he couldn't keep it a secret anymore.

Finn's speech had Kurt shifting in his seat guiltily. He went on and on about how Kurt and Blaine and their love for each other would set the bar high for the rest of them when they went to get married.

Cooper started off his own speech with an adorable story about him and Blaine as kids that had Kurt cooing and making a mental note to call the Andersons for more. After that, he went off the rails a little bit, talking about how Blaine had idolized him when he was a kid, and taking credit for Blaine's successes. Five minutes into this, Blaine got up. Kurt tried to stifle a laugh as he approached an unaware Cooper from behind, snagging the microphone from him.

"Thank you Cooper for that… revisionist history of my life. And thank you everyone for pausing your conversations for the speeches, I believes it's now time for my husband and I to have our first dance as a married couple."

He nodded to the DJ, and music started to play. Blaine handed the microphone off to one of the waiters who was standing nearby, before holding his hand out to Kurt. "May I have this dance?"

Kurt sucked in a breath, grabbing Blaine's hand as he stood up. "Yes you may."

They made their way onto the floor, everyone's eyes on them as they stopped in the middle of the dance floor, Blaine pulling Kurt to him.

"I was going to go with Teenage Dream, but Rachel told me that wasn't an option for a slow dance," Blaine whispered. "Of course then they all decided to spring it on us earlier…"

"I bet you could have made it work for a slow dance," Kurt laughed.

"That's what I said!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling Kurt in closer.

"Well then," Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's waist as he glanced out at all the people watching them dance. "Next time you shouldn't listen to her. I must say though, while You and Me is a rather cliche choice, it is a good one."

Blaine bit his lip, shrugging his shoulders minutely, left eyebrow rising as he did so. "I went cliche with the proposal, figured it didn't hurt to continue the trend." Silence fell between them as they rotated slowly, some of their relatives approaching the dance floor with their respective spouses. "Besides, I'm getting revenge on David by making him sing it after all the times he refused to let the Warblers perform it. Added bonus."

Kurt laughed, a small flutter igniting in his stomach as Blaine winked at him.

As the song came to a close, Blaine moved onto his toes to whisper in Kurt's ear. "Finish the song out with a kiss?"

Kurt felt his face heat up a little, but nodded anyway. Despite the fact that the two of them had already kissed in front of everyone in the room, it was still a little overwhelming. Virtually no one had seen him kiss anyone before this weekend. That being said, they'd rehearsed this, and Kurt was nothing if not a performer.

As the song faded out, Kurt shifted his hands so he could support Blaine, tilting him down into a dip. He paused for a moment, staring at Blaine's lips before closing the remaining distance between them. He straightened up once more as the song shifted into something more uptempo.

Kurt felt contentment settle over him as he looked down at everyone dancing slowly. His dad and Carole. Tina and Mike. Rachel and Finn. Brittany and Santana. Oh god-

He glanced away quickly as he spotted Jeff making out with one of Blaine's cousins, resolving not to tell him.

Just as he spotted Cooper trying to sneak past his parents, girl in tow, he jumped as arms wrapped around his middle from behind.

"There you are, I was wondering where you disappeared to," Blaine said, unnecessarily loud with his mouth so close to Kurt's left ear.

Kurt sighed, leaning back into Blaine's arms, knowing that the alcohol in his system was stopping his brain from overthinking it. "I just wanted to get out of the crowd for a little while."

"I needed to escape my Aunt Sarah," Blaine offered. "She drank a little too much and started hinting at wanting tips on giving a good blow job." He shuddered.

Kurt winced. "Are you completely regretting the wedding now?" he teased.

Blaine nuzzled his neck in response, only stopping when Kurt shoved him away gently, laughing. He glanced over and saw Blaine grin. "Regret the wedding? No. But I'm seriously reconsidering inviting people to my next wedding."

Kurt stepped away in mock indignation. "We got married less than ten hours ago, and you're already planning the divorce?"

"I was thinking about multiple husbands," Blaine replied solemnly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Kurt glared. "I want a divorce."

They stayed at the reception until only Sam and Mercedes remained. There was a loud peal of laughter, which caused Kurt to look over at the two stragglers. He sighed, lifting his head from where he'd managed to comfortably rest it on Blaine's as they danced.

"What is it?" Blaine asked.

"Remember how you bet me that Mercedes and Sam would rekindle their romance?"

"Yeah," Blaine agreed, not moving from where he had his head tucked on Kurt's shoulder.

"I think you just won, at least in terms of tonight."

"Really?" Blaine asked, finally lifting his head to look around the room excitedly, eyes lighting up when they landed on Mercedes and Sam grabbing their coats and kissing. "Score." He looked back at Kurt, grin on his face. He smacked a kiss onto Kurt's cheek before pulling away again.

"I think it might be time for us to call it a night. Besides, I'm fairly certain that the room Coop got us has a hot tub, and every minute that we spend here is a minute that we could be in it."

"How is your brother even paying for the room?" Kurt asked as they walked towards the main table, hands clasped together between them. "I looked it up and it's like $900 a night. And he paid for two nights."

"Knowing him he charmed someone who worked there or pretended to own the place."

"Oh my god, what if he did?" Kurt blanched. "What if we get kicked out?" Kurt continued to panic as Blaine helped him into his jacket. With a pat to Kurt's shoulder, Blaine picked up his own jacket, shrugging it on quickly. "How would we explain that?!"

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Blaine laughed, clapping him gently on the shoulder. If something goes wrong, we can yell at Cooper and watch him try to fix it."

"You're so romantic," Kurt replied, faking a swoon and fluttering his eyelashes at Blaine.

"Shut up," Blaine grumbled, shooting him a wry grin and bumping into him lightly. "Let's go let the staff know that we're heading out so they can do the real clean up."

When they walked out the door five minutes later, Kurt was fairly certain they were still holding hands because they both wanted to, not because they were afraid of someone questioning them.

Kurt woke up slowly the next morning, snuggling closer to Blaine, contentedness washing over him. He and Blaine were married. He hadn't ever planned on getting married so young, but then again, he'd never really believed someone like Blaine would come along so early in his life.

Blaine rolled over to face Kurt, clearly awake now. He leaned in, kissing Kurt softly for a moment before deepening the kiss. Kurt grinned into it before pulling back. "Good morning, husband."

"Good morning husband," Blaine parrotted with a grin. "You messed up my plans by waking up first," he pouted.

"I can pretend to be asleep if that helps?"

Blaine sighed a very false, put upon sigh. "It's fine. " He smiled again. "I can work with you being awake."

Kurt was about to ask what his plan had been, when his hips jolted forward in response to Blaine palming him through his boxers. His eyes fluttered back open in time to catch Blaine disappearing under the blankets.

A moment later, he felt Blaine's hand slide inside his boxers, touching his dick. Kurt gasped, stomach muscles tensing as Blaine started stroking his half hard cock. He felt his underwear being pushed lower and suddenly Blaine's tongue flicked across the head of Kurt's dick.

"Oh my god," Kurt groaned, hips thrusting forward before he woke with a start. He opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room trying to get his bearings as his brain attempted to pick apart what was real and what was part of his dream.

The reality that he and Blaine were married, but not for love, hit him full force in the face, and he sagged into the bed, the realization killing his erection. He couldn't help but smile moments later however, when he turned his head to look at Blaine. Somehow during the night, he'd ended up buried under the covers - except, the covers stopped at his knees, and his calves and feet were sticking out.

Kurt laughed quietly before sitting up and redistributing the blankets over Blaine's feet.

This was apparently enough to wake him up, because moments later Blaine snuffled quietly before blinking his eyes open.

He glanced around the hotel room in confusion before his eyes landed on Kurt. "Good morning," he yawned. Blaine moved his head closer to Kurt, his eyes fluttering shut once more. "Sleep more?"

Kurt's stomach rumbled quietly. "I think I might need some breakfast," he laughed.

Blaine threw a leg over Kurt's as though to keep him from leaving. "Order room service. We have to take advantage of as many perks as we can."

"Eating in bed?"

"When will we ever get a better excuse?" Blaine shot back, a little too fast for someone who was apparently about to go right back to sleep.

"Okay, breakfast in bed it is," Kurt agreed. He attempted to get out of bed, but Blaine flung out an arm to stop him.

"Stayyy," Blaine whined.

Kurt rolled over to face him, unable to stop himself from pinching Blaine's cheek. "The menu's by the TV. And I have to use the bathroom."

"Not even a full day into our marriage and the mystery is ruined," Blaine groaned dramatically, releasing Kurt. "You use the bathroom? I thought you were above such bodily functions."

Kurt got out of the bed, his feet landing on soft carpet. "Who said it was for bodily functions? Maybe I just need to get my allotted mirror time in for the day."

Blaine threw a pillow at him. "Just go already, I want to order food."

"What happened to sleep?" Kurt called over his shoulder as he made his way across the room.

"Food."

The two days that they stayed at the hotel were heavenly. They were pampered by the hotel staff, they went to a spa, and they even had time to take advantage of their giant bathtub/ hot tub by hanging out in it for a few hours.

Unfortunately, the respite that the hotel managed to provide for them came to an end all too soon, and they were harshly thrown back into the real world. The real world where they had to play at being married with their friends as an audience.