Title: The Wedding
Characters: The Hummel family, The Evans family, and the rest of the little Gleeks.
Chapter Summary: Kurt and Sam have themselves a wedding.
Kids' ages: 5
Inspiration: Follow up to Soul Mates Get Married.
Genre: Friendship, Humor
Warnings: Little kids being cute. Same sex marriage...sort of.
Word Count: 666 (Um...okay.)
Date/Time: 062311/16:20
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Author's Note: I just really wanted to do something with the little Gleeks. If you can suggest a better title please, I beg of you, let me know. Again, my puppy is lying on my arms while I type this, so if there are any typos, I apologize. He's a little spoiled...
Special Thanks/Dedication: This chapter is for IssyRedbird because she suggested that I do the actual wedding. I hope you like it my dear.

"Kurtie, why can't I come in?" Sam asked knocking on the door to his best friend's bedroom. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm really excited about our wedding."

"I told you Silly. If you see me before it's bad luck. That's what all of the wedding shows on TLC say. So you have to stay out there. I'm happy for the wedding too, Sammy," he shouted back then added as an afterthought, "but you still can't come in!"

"Don't you want to see my shirt to make sure it's okay?" Sam asked him.

Kurt glared at the door, knowing that Sam had him. After a moment, his eyes lit up with an idea. "I'll have Mercedes check it for me. She'll know if it's okay or not. So there."

"Fine," Sam pouted heading to the stairs. Kurt heard the sadness in his voice and sighed, opening the door. "Your shirt is perfect, Sammy," Kurt told him nodding in satisfaction on the clean white button down.

The blond smiled up at him and ran down the stairs to the living room, which is where they were going to have the wedding.

Ten minutes later the two boys were facing each other in the living room, Shane in between them. Mercedes and Puck were standing beside Kurt, while Finn and Quinn were standing next to Sam. They had agreed since they were both going to be the bride and the groom. Because of that, they each got a maid of honor and a best man. Santana and Brittany were the flower girls but the two had abandoned the line to sit on the floor in front and throw flowers at each other. Rachel sat with them and tired to stop them from ruining a perfect marriage, hushing them every couple of minutes.

"Now Sammy do you want to marry Kurt, today?" Shane asked his son.

"You bet Daddy. He's cooler than Superman and Batman combined."

Kurt smiled. "I dress better too." Sam nodded and Shane chuckled.

"Kurt, do you want to marry Sammy here?"

"Yes, sir. He's my best friend in the whole world."

"Well then I now pronounce you...uh...hubby and hubby," he finished with a nod. That would work. He just didn't have it in him to say husband and husband, Sam was still his baby boy after all.

Sam leaned forward and placed a kiss on his friend- correction, his hubby and Kurt giggled, hugging him tightly.

After the wedding, they all made their way outside so that Kurt could throw the bundles of wildflowers that Artie had picked. Kurt ordered all of the children into a large group. "Noah get over here," he sighed pulling his second best guy friend into the group. "If you catch it, you have to marry Mercy so that the two of us can gossip about our husbands."

Burt, hearing this, looked at Shane. "You don't suppose Elle and Steph gossip about us when we're not around do you?"

Shane shook his head and took a sip of his beer. The two had convinced their wives to let them each have a can, because really, what kind of father could go make it through their children's wedding without a dose of alcohol. "No way, man. They probably just talk about the latest designer or something. Oh or shoes. You know both of them have a problem with shoes."

"Yeah, you're right," Burt nodded, turning his attention to the two guests of honor. Both boys threw their flowers at the same time and turned around to see who caught them. Santana and Brittany linked their pinkies and held their flowers above their heads in victory.

"I'm not sure I can take another wedding," Shane sighed leaning back in his patio chair.

"At least it's not our kids this time," Burt shrugged finishing off his beer.

I'm not sure if I like this one or not. I feel like it may grow on me, but as of yet, I feel like it's kind of...I don't know. It feels like it's missing something. Anyway, let me know what you think on your way out please. Or if you have a suggestion. (You can make another one, if you've already made one.) Up next...Welcome to McKinley! Don't worry they are still little kids.

Love & Hugs,
LILAN

PS: Well proofing this, I realized that I kind of made it sound like Shane didn't want Sam marrying a boy and that was so not what I was trying to say. He just didn't really want to think about his baby marrying anyone because even though it's all pretend, he knows that eventually he'll get married and grow up and all that jazz. Shane is just fearing the future. Alright, bye bye lovelies.