A/N: Hello again. Wow, I write a lot in these author's notes that no one even reads, don't I? I blame the real world for being a cruel place. If only life could be as awesome as Tumblr. –sighs wistfully-

On that note, I was watching Jeopardy [teen tournament this week] and guess what one of the answers was: Tumblr! I was so proud of myself for knowing. :D The clue was something along the lines of: 'this website that seems to be missing a vowel claims to be –blah blah blah- place to blog' and I happily exclaimed "Tumblr!" One of the contestants actually had the audacity to say Flickr! Flickr isn't even a blogging site! How can they not know about Tumblr? Tumblr is my life, partly.

As a warning, I've never been to a wedding so all of this had been made up in my head. Hopefully it does Klaine justice. Also, if anyone is reading this: this is the last chapter of this story. My heartfelt cries will be in the A/N at the end of the story, if anyone's interested.

Oh, and 'oh-my-god-this-is-the-end-already?' reviews are nice. Just saying.

I apologize for any and all spelling/grammar errors.

Question: What is your favorite or go-to wedding song? Mine is either "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer or "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden. :]

ANYWAY. I sincerely appreciate every view/alert/review this story had gotten so far, so thank you all for that. Here we are, thirteen chapters in, and it's finally time for the actual wedding!

After weeks and weeks and weeks of preparations, meetings, taste testings, venue searching, and dealing with Rachel's incessant babble over which color scheme should be used and why round plates were much better than square plates, the day of reckoning had finally arrived.

Kurt had thought his father's wedding would have prepared him for his own, but he couldn't have been more wrong. He almost regretted not letting Blaine talk him into hiring a wedding planner. But now, looking over the fruits of his labor, Kurt felt a surge of pride shoot through him. Despite the multiple times he had nearly strangled Rachel during the last few months, it had all been worth it.

The large expanse of grass, previously open and serene, now housed nearly three hundred seats, a fabric runner make of white organic cotton down the aisle, bustling attendees as well as the ushers showing them to a seat, and flowers galore. On the left sat dark green plastic seats furnished with a pale blue seat cushion, pale blue chrysanthemums were arranged at either end of each row of chairs. On the right were the same chairs, only with their colors reversed so that the chair was colored a pale blue and the seat cushions were a dark green. At both ends of every row of chairs sat an arrangement of red roses (because Blaine refused to have any other flower despite all of Kurt's protests). The red clashed with the rest of the color scheme, but there were times when Kurt just couldn't say no and Blaine had been very persuasive.

After much debate, Blaine had somehow convinced Kurt that he would be the one to wait at the altar while Kurt was the one who would be walked down the aisle. It wasn't that Kurt was more feminine, Blaine had argued, but that he felt Kurt deserved the whole experience despite their relationship being a bit different than others. Kurt had conceded because honestly he had always envisioned hearing the bridal march and he didn't want to miss out on that.

Kurt took in the way Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff (the self-proclaimed 'best wedding ushers ever') helped the older members of the parties find their seats, charm flowing off of the prep boys in waves. Finn and Puck stood around awkwardly, not really knowing what to do since the Dalton boys had everything under control. Kurt wondered why they had volunteered to be ushers in the first place, but he figured Puck did it for the chance at getting girls and Rachel had probably talked Finn into the position. He chuckled to himself as he imagined Finn getting scolded by Rachel for not wanting to be more involved in his brother's wedding.

"Kurt! You're not supposed to be out here yet!"

Kurt sighed as he felt Rachel walk to stand by his side. For one second, he really wished he and Blaine had just eloped. It would have saved so much time and stress, but he knew that would never have happened. Despite Kurt's dislike of clichés, he had been dreaming of planning his own wedding ever since he was very young. Besides, his father would have killed him and Blaine would've insisted on a traditional wedding afterward anyway.

"I know, Rachel. I'm going."

Rachel smiled once Kurt turned around to head back to his dressing room. She followed behind, a spring in her step that Kurt hadn't seen since she had started steadily dating Finn. It may be his special day, but there had always been something about Rachel that made her stand out no matter what.

"Someone's excited," Kurt commented teasingly.

"You're getting married!" Rachel replied dramatically, as always. "How could I not be excited? Actually, shouldn't you be feeling nervous or excited or something?"

Kurt chuckled at her dramatics. "Of course I'm excited. I'll be marrying the love of my life soon and spending the rest of my life with him. We'll officially be recognized as married partners, to some extent at least, and getting to plan all of this was really just a bonus. I would've been happy marrying Blaine anywhere, but this is so glamorous and I love it," Kurt gushed. "As for being nervous, I don't think that will kick in until Dad comes back to walk me down the aisle. It's similar to the way I feel stage fright: I'm perfectly fine until the very last second."

Rachel nodded understandingly. She didn't usually encounter stage fright, seeing as she was much too experienced for that sort of thing, but she knew what Kurt meant.

The two continued their walk in silence. Soon they entered the room that had been allocated to Kurt for the event. The room consisted of a few small couches, a small vanity, and a wardrobe where extra clothes and other objects could be placed. Kurt sank down onto the stool in front of the vanity, looking at his flawless reflection in the mirror. Rachel slid down onto one of the surprisingly comfortable couches across from him.

"Kurt?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Do you think Finn and I will ever be as happy as you and Blaine are?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow skeptically. Where was this coming from? "What do you mean, Rach?"

"Finn and I fight all the time. We don't share the same tastes in any other hobbies besides our mutual love of singing. I mean, in the beginning I was so hesitant to accept his proposal and what if that causes more tension down the line?" Kurt was about to speak but Rachel continued to ramble on before he had a chance. "We have a history riddled with infidelity and poor communication. I'm going to be famous someday and what if I don't have enough time for him anymore?" The brunette sighed sadly and finally locked gazes with her best friend. "What if it doesn't work out?"

Kurt almost didn't know what to say, but luckily being friends with Rachel for as long as he had gave him the ability to know what to say to comfort her. Wordlessly he outstretched his arms to her and Rachel quickly walked over to him and melted into his tight, comforting embrace. Sometimes words weren't needed, but right now Kurt knew it was important to put Rachel's insecurities to rest, even if only for the time being.

"Rach, you and Finn are soul mates. You were meant for each other. I mean, who else would willingly put up with you?" The joke brought forth a light chuckle from the girl and Kurt smiled at his success. "But honestly, I think you two are already as happy as Blaine and I. Admittedly, you do have a bit of a rough past, but so does everyone else. You may not enjoy sports as much as Finn and he may not love Broadway as obsessively as we do, but that doesn't mean anything in the long run. All that does is give the two of you new things to bond over. Loving someone is not only about loving their positives, but also accepting their flaws and loving them despite all of that. You love him, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," Kurt smiled. "I may not believe in God, but I do believe in fate. Meeting Blaine made me believe in destiny. How else would the two of us have met? Karma, fate, destiny – whatever else you want to call it – gave us both a man who loves us for exactly who we are. Don't you think we should be grateful?"

Rachel nodded from her position in Kurt's arms. She squeezed once before slowly pulling away with a smile. "You're right. Thank you, Kurt."

"Any time, Rach." The two shared a fond smile before Kurt turned back to his reflection. He ran his hand over his hair to check for anything that might have become out of place. "If you don't mind telling me, what brought that up?" Kurt asked curiously. "Have a fight recently?"

"Sort of," Rachel replied quietly. "Can we talk about something else though? I'd hate to bring down the mood on your wedding day."

"Sure," Kurt acquiesced. "How do I look?"

"Fabulous, as always."

"Great. How's everything going outside? Since you refuse to let me leave this infernal room," Kurt mumbled.

"I heard that Hummel," Rachel chided. "And as far as I know everything is in place, everyone has found their seat, and if we remain on schedule your father should be here any minute."

Kurt fidgeted in his seat. There was that nervousness he had been talking about a moment ago. Apparently Rachel noticed because soon two small arms were wrapped around his waist and a chin was placed on his right shoulder.

"Kurt, you look amazing. Everything is going perfectly. Nothing bad is going to happen," she assured.

Kurt took a few deep breaths and looked at their reflection in the mirror. Rachel looked gorgeous in her bridesmaid dress with her hair put up in an elegant braid. His own face was subconsciously adorned with a smile, not that he could blame his mind for feeling so overjoyed. He was marrying Blaine. He was marrying Blaine. Nothing could be more perfect.

"Hey kiddo. You ready to get this show on the road?" Burt Hummel's voice filled the room.

Kurt turned toward his father and his smile widened. Burt looked very handsome in his traditional black tuxedo (thankfully Kurt had talked him out of the powder blue one he had adamantly begged for). The top of his head was missing the usual cap (yet another thing Kurt had refused to allow), but the smile on his only son's face made up for any discomfort Burt may have felt otherwise.

"Yeah, Dad. I think I am."

"Good. Rachel, I think you're wanted out there," Burt addressed the girl still fussing with Kurt's coat sleeves.

"Right." She turned back to give Kurt another hug. With the parting words, "Break a leg," she left the room to take her reserved spot.

"You look great, kid," Burt said gruffly, his voice tinged with pride.

"Thanks, Dad. So do you." Kurt stood to adjust the lapel of his father's jacket. "I'm so glad I convinced you to go with black."

Burt chuckled. "You and your clothes," he responded fondly.

"You know it."

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"I'm happy for you. Your mother would've been so happy for you, proud too. I approve of Blaine and I'm sure she'd love him." The father and son shared a glance that said everything they were feeling. It may have been over a decade since her passing, but Elizabeth would always have a prominent role in both men's lives.

Kurt surreptitiously wiped a tear from his eye before wrapping his arms around his father. "Thanks, Dad."

Burt returned the hug with a gentle squeeze. "Any time, kiddo." The two remained in that position for a few seconds before Burt slowly pulled away. "Now don't go getting all sappy on me already," Burt teased. "You haven't even seen Blaine yet."

Kurt chuckled and wiped at his eyes and nose. "Right. Sorry. Is it time to go?"

Burt shook his head. "Not yet. Carole said not to walk you out until my pager buzzed."

Kurt shook his head fondly. "I still can't believe you'd rather have a pager than a cell phone."

"Meh," Burt replied with a shrug. "You'll bring me up to date sooner or later."

"Indeed I will."

Just then a buzzing sound emanated from Burt's suit pocket. The two looked at each other and Burt nodded encouragingly. "Now we can go," he said.

Kurt smiled nervously as he tucked his arm into the crook of his father's outstretched arm. "Then off we go."

Burt patted Kurt's arm. "Everything's going to be just fine, Kurt."

"Just fine," Kurt repeated.

"You love Blaine and the guy obviously wouldn't live without you, so there's nothing for you to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about."

"Are you just going to repeat everything I say?" Burt challenged.

Kurt shook his head to rid himself of his sudden nerves. "Sorry," he replied sheepishly.

"Relax, kid, I was only joking."

"Joking. Right."

Burt stopped a few steps before they would turn the corner that would allow the people attending to see them. "You alright, son?"

Kurt smiled reassuringly. His father always knew when something was bothering him and exactly what to say to fix it. Kurt assumed that was what came with being a single parent for so long. "Perfectly fine, Dad. I promise."

"Alright, then here we go."

Right before Kurt turned the corner, music from a piano began to play softly in the background. The soft music calmed whatever remained of Kurt's nerves and he smiled at the people who came into his view. Everyone was standing and facing Kurt with looks of either awe, admiration, or a passive happiness depending on how well the person knew him. Kurt had never felt happier.

Carole sat in the front row on the left, which was the side of the lawn where all of Kurt's friends and family were situated. She looked beautiful in her pale blue sweetheart-neckline dress and Kurt smiled at her once she looked up at him. Her eyes were already slightly puffy and her nose shone with a red tint. She had already been crying, Kurt assumed. Seeing his step-mother in such a state only increased his affection for the woman. Before Kurt knew it he was at the end of the aisle, looking up into Blaine's beautiful mesmerizing hazel eyes.

"And who gives this man away today?" Ignacio asked loudly enough for all present to be able to hear him. The music that had been softly playing in the background slowly came to an end.

"I do," Burt replied proudly. "His father, Burt Hummel."

Ignacio nodded, a smile gracing his lips. "Blaine, if you would take Kurt's hand."

Blaine seemed to snap out of the trance that seeing Kurt had induced and took his very-soon-to-be husband's hand and helped him ascend the few steps up to the altar. It wasn't until that moment that Kurt realized he too had been in a trance induced by the sight of Blaine. He nearly stumbled on the last step, but Blaine's firm grasp kept him upright.

"Thanks," Kurt whispered.

Blaine nodded in reply. The two became enveloped in each other and Kurt didn't even hear Ignacio speaking until he heard his name.

"Kurt?"

Kurt looked away from Blaine and sheepishly toward Ignacio. "Yes?"

The people in attendance laughed as well as the officiator himself. "I was just asking if you were ready to begin?"

"Oh. Yes, of course." Kurt felt his face heat up as another round of laughter filled the air. Blaine squeezed his hand reassuringly and Kurt couldn't help but smile ever wider. Faces couldn't split in half, could they?

"Great," Ignacio replied. He turned from the couple to address the audience of friends and family.

"Today we have joined together on this wonderful day to witness and celebrate the union of two extraordinary men, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson. I asked each of the groomsmen and bridemaids present today to choose one word that best described either Kurt or Blaine. I'd like to take this moment to read some of their responses."

Kurt quietly groaned to himself. Hopefully the answers weren't too embarrassing, not that he had much faith in Puck, Santana, Wes, or David.

"For Kurt some of the responses were: sassy, talented, health-conscious, porcelain, and… wanky?"

"Santana!"

The female in question chuckled but said nothing in defense of her choice.

"Okay…" Ignacio decided to not dally on what could possibly turn into a heated situation. "And now for Blaine! We have: obsessive, hyperactive, nerdy, whipped, and hobbit." The crowd laughed more and more with each word. Well, Kurt thought gratefully, at least his words were worse than mine.

"You guys are all so dead," Blaine growled at the still laughing Warblers.

"Ooh, wow, Blainey. We're so scared," Wes laughed.

"Shaking in our polished dress shoes," David added.

"No offense Blainers but you're about as scary as a rabbit," Nick commented.

"A fluffy bunny rabbit," Jeff amended.

"Alright boys, I think that's enough," Ignacio interjected. The man waited for the remaining laughter to die down before he spoke again. "Love is blind. It cares not of gender or age or past history. It engulfs us at the moment we least expect and can only be soothed by the one we love. Such had occurred between the two men standing before me who have chosen to tie their lives together for as long as they live. Now, I'm told both grooms have written their own vows they'd wish to speak?"

Kurt nodded and gestured for Blaine to go first.

Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his and looked straight into the blue-green eyes he had come to know and love well. "Kurt, when we first met I lost my breath. There, seemingly out of nowhere, an angel appeared before my eyes. When you said you were lost, I knew it was a lie but I didn't care. All I knew was that I wanted to get to know you. Alas, I had a performance to attend and so I dragged you along with me. It was just my luck that singing happened to be something we both enjoy. All throughout that performance I couldn't take my eyes off you.

"When we went for coffee afterward and you confided in me, I was torn. How could anyone possibly do something of that nature to someone as kind as beautiful as you? I swore to myself that day that I would do anything to protect you, to guide you, to comfort you. That day when you called about the incident, I was so scared. I had failed in my duties and that only resulted in intensifying how deeply I cared for you.

"I didn't know at first that what I felt for you went beyond friendly affection. It took me a long time, too long in retrospect. As you know, the moment didn't arise for me until the day you walked into Warblers Hall and sang "Blackbird." The emotions you showed then, the purity of your voice, it turned something inside me. It was as if a switch had been flipped and I saw you in a whole new light. It was then that I realized I had been looking for love in all the wrong places. You were the one I had been looking for. It was right under my nose the entire time."

"More like above your nose," Wes called out to the amusement of everyone in attendance.

"Shut up, Wesley." Blaine turned back to Kurt and resumed his speech. "Once I accepted my feelings for you and you accepted me as your boyfriend, I thought I was the happiest man alive. We shared so many firsts together along with so many other happy memories. Then came the day when I proposed to you and you said yes. You actually said yes and I was beyond happy. You provided things I had never really had in my life before I met you: comfort, security, unconditional love. I thought that was the best day of my life. But I was wrong. Nothing can be better than this moment, right here, right now.

Becoming your husband and vowing to spend the rest of my life with you is something I could have never truly prepared for. The feelings overwhelming me right now… I wouldn't give them away for anything in the world. I love you, Kurt Hummel, with all of my heart and soul. I thank every deity out there that we found each other and that you chose to be with me. Thank you for making me the happiest person on Earth."

The air flooded with applause and barely restrained sniffles. Blaine brought Kurt's hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss there before lowering their hands to their previous position between them. The action prompted coos from the women and catcalls from the younger men in attendance.

Kurt allowed the few tears hiding behind his eyelids to flow freely down his face. Blaine's words were just… perfect. How was Kurt supposed to speak after all of that? His vows seemed like nothing in comparison. Kurt looked into the eyes that had become his anchor and sighed contentedly. Blaine had the uncanny ability to wipe all of Kurt's fears away with a simple loving glance. Kurt felt his hands being squeezed and he released a shaky breath.

"Kurt? Do you have something you'd like to say?" Ignacio asked kindly.

"Yes," Kurt replied.

"Please go on," Ignacio encouraged.

"Blaine… firstly, I have no idea how I'm supposed to speak after you've done such a spectacular job. There's no way I could top any of that," Kurt said, resulting in a few scattered chuckles, "but I'm going to try my best anyway.

"When we met, I was going through a tumultuous time in my life. My dad had only recently started to really recover from his heart attack, Finn and Carole became a part of my everyday life, the bullying I was enduring was steadily getting worse, and on top of that was the drama that came along with being in Glee club. I felt like no one cared, and those who did care weren't really capable of doing anything. I wouldn't change any of that though, because it all led me to you.

"That day on the staircase changed my life. As simple as it sounds, meeting you renewed my hope, my strength. Watching you sing "Teenage Dream" to me of all people, I didn't know how to react. There was a gorgeous guy singing to me and I felt as if I would melt into a puddle every time our eyes connected. Then you bought me coffee afterward and I found out you were gay. I remember thinking that maybe I had a change now. My previous run-ins with attempting to have a love life weren't all that successful."

"Try not successful at all," Santana called out similarly to how Wes had interrupted earlier.

"Shut up, Satan."

"You know you love me, Porcelain."

"Anyway," Kurt emphasized as he returned to his earlier speech. "You became my rock, my confidant. I felt like I could talk to you about anything and it felt so wonderful to have someone like that in my life. Throughout our acquaintance, I fell harder and deeper for you. Don't even think about it, any of you." Kurt waited a second to be certain that no innuendos would be made. "Thank you. My point is, you were completely oblivious to my feelings and after the Gap Incident I couldn't keep them to myself anymore. It killed me when you didn't feel the same way, but I decided it was better to have you as a friend than not at all.

"Once you finally got your act together and kissed me, everything was perfect. We were finally a couple, the way I had hoped and dreamed. We had our ups and downs, but we were happy and we were together and nothing could change that, nothing could touch us and what we have.

"Then you proposed and I thought I would die from happiness. You are my world, Blaine Warbler Anderson, and I cannot imagine my life without you. I hope you're ready because now that I have you, I'm never letting go."

Once again applause and sniffles filled the air. The couple shared a loving glance before turning as one to face Ignacio.

"That was beautiful," the man said roughly through his barely repressed tears. "Kurt spoke about having to go after Blaine, but how am I supposed to top the both of you?"

Kurt chuckled wetly while Blaine pulled him closer.

"Let's just get to the good stuff. Shall we?" At nods from both grooms, Ignacio continued. "Do you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, take this man, Blaine Alexander Anderson, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to cherish for as long as you both shall live?"

Kurt smiled as he confidently replied, "I do."

"Do you, Blaine Alexander Anderson, take this man, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, to love with all your soul for as long as your both shall live?"

Blaine grinned at Kurt before replying without hesitation, "I do."

"Then by the powers invested in me by the state of New York and the city of New York, I now pronounce you legally bound. You may share the first official kiss of your marriage."

Kurt leaned forward simultaneously with Blaine and the two shared a gentle yet passionate kiss. They were met with cheers, applause, and catcalls but none of that mattered. All that mattered to either man was the person they were currently kissing.

"Congratulations to the both of you. I wish you nothing less than all the joys and happiness life can give."

When air eventually became necessary the couple pulled apart, only to have Blaine place one last loving peck on his husband's lips. Kurt smiled blissfully.

"I love you, Kurt, more than words can say."

"I love you too, Blaine. Forever and always."

A/N: And that my beautiful readers is the end of the love story that is "Marry Me." Klaine weddings always make me want to cry. Hell, who am I kidding? Any Klaine moment makes me want to cry.

I really enjoyed writing this story. I enjoyed sharing my vision with all of you. I enjoyed all of the fluff and bad jokes and Starkid references and Rachel moments and the wonderful reviews you bestowed upon me over the span of this story.

Oh, I didn't know Blaine's actual middle name so I just wrote Alexander because it felt right. If you have a better suggestion, let me know. In my defense, Rachel threw herself in there.

I feel so accomplished. My first complete multi-chapter fanfic. This story was one of my babies. I'm going to miss it.

Never fear, there's plenty of Klaine to go around. I have a few other Klaine stories already on this site as well as a completely AU fic being written whenever I have the chance.

I will also post an epilogue.

A HUGE THANK YOU to anyone who has read this story, reviewed it, alerted it, added it to your favorites, and just a huge thank you in general for being the amazingly awesome people that you are. I LOVE YOU ALL. *lessthanthree* Hope to see you on some of my other stories sometime!

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