I'm really upset because I'm going to be missing the glee Christmas episode. I have such a busy week ahead of me, with 3 choir performances and 2 rehearsals. If I stop writing this story completely, it's most likely because I've died from exhaustion. My teacher told me to eat all my wheaties and get lots of sleep this weekend so I am prepared...and then I go to my computer and write about gay boys. Oh well.
The scream that came from the iphone in Kurt's hand could probably be heard from all over the world.
The phone almost dropped to the floor. Kurt literally had to retreat his ear away from the speaker or else he feared he might go deaf. He was having a three way chat with Mercedes and Rachel, laying on his stomach on his comfy duvet wrapped up in his purple, silk bath robe.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!" Mercedes squeaked.
"THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST NEWS I'VE HEARD ALL DAY and it doesn't even involve me and a solo!" Rachel nearly chocked.
It'd been two days since Blaine proposed to Kurt. Two days since Kurt realized all of his dreams were going to come true. He did think of marrying Blaine before. He imagined something simple but extravagant at the same time, with everyone that Kurt knew there. Kurt imagined walking down a white aisle with his dad at his side, and though the walk would be long, Blaine would be there, waiting at the end of it. They'd be eternally tied forever. Kurt never bothered to share these thoughts with Blaine, because first, he didn't think Blaine wanted to marry him anyway. He believes with his heart dearly that Blaine loved him, which was true. But marriage is a huge step, especially for couples that are so young at that are bound to divorce later on. He didn't want people thinking of them as Bella-and-Edward-esque where they got married really young just so that they could get something finished and over with. No, that wasn't how it was going to work, because Kurt wanted to marry Blaine because he never wanted anything to be finished and over with. Especially when it came to Blaine.
Second, Kurt was kind of afraid that he'd never get to see the day where he would get married. On the outside everything is normal, but internally, no matter how you look at it, Kurt was dying everyday. Cancer isn't one of those diseases where you take a few pills and bam, it's treated. It goes away and comes back, it leaves behind symptoms and visits to the hospitals become more frequent. But Kurt was proved wrong on both of those factors.
Rachel and Mercedes were just both informed that Kurt was getting married. Since they weren't going to spend a lot of money and just have a simple, quiet ceremony, Kurt decided that he better start telling his family and friends now. Usually it would take a year or so for the actual wedding to begin when two people get engaged, but no one wanted to wait. Like Blaine mentioned, nobody was rich enough to afford a wedding like Kim Kardashian's or anything. There would be no crystal chandeliers or food shipped from Paris and definitely no fireworks that exploded into pictures. It was far too expensive, and there was no way Kurt was going to let his dad try and pay for it all. He didn't need all that stuff, anyway. He needed simple. What he needed was Blaine.
Kurt sighed as he rolled over on his back, tangling himself in the silk robe and bringing the phone back up to his ear. "Can I come back to the conversation without fear of loosing hearing in my right ear?"
"Kurt, this is such spectacular news," Rachel giddily spoke. Kurt could almost see the smile on her face, the white teeth poking out while she probably shuffled around her room.
"I'm surprised this is coming from you, Rachel," Kurt said, "For some reason I thought you'd completely loathe the idea of me getting married."
"What? How come?" Rachel scowled into her phone.
"Because, didn't you want to loose your v-card when you turned 25? We all know you broke that promise long ago with Finn, but freaking out on a poor boy's marriage seems like the Rachel thing to do. Especially since Kurt is so young," Mercedes chuckled.
Rachel's blush could be felt through the phone. "What Finn and I do behind closed doors are none of your business. And the minute a win my Tony, I'm hoping in a limousine with Finn and driving to Vegas where we can stop by one of those drive-thru chapels, and none of you will be invited!"
They all laughed, and Rachel continued. "But I really am happy for you Kurt. I see how much you sneak glances at Blaine during glee. You may be young but this is what I truly wish for you."
"It was bound to happen sooner or later," Mercedes joined in. Kurt snorted.
"You guys are embarrassing me!" Kurt kicked one leg up into the air while the rest of him sprawled out on the bed. Making weird positions was just what teenagers did while talking on the phone.
"So how did he ask you?" Mercedes pushed.
"Well…" Kurt began, but was interrupted.
"Was it romantic underneath the night sky?"
"Where there singers and dancers serenading you?"
"Did he pull out the ring from his crotch and get down on one knee?"
Kurt was laughing up a storm and he brought his leg down. "Ladies, please let me tell the story! And there was no ring, by the way."
"No ring?" Rachel sounded shocked. "You can't propose without a ring!"
"Sure you can," Mercedes said. "They do it all the time in movies."
"We'll get rings later," Kurt explained. "Now do you want me to tell you or not?"
"Yes!" the girls cried at the same time. Kurt giggled.
"Okay, so he came over to my house the two days ago because I'd just been released from the hospital, so this was kind of like a celebration date of my freedom. Anyway, we were watching a movie and-"
"What movie was it?" Mercedes asked.
"Oh my god, West Side Story!"
"Very romantic indeed," Rachel, the self-proclaimed Broadway queen approved.
"Anyway, we were watching that, and we were cuddling and everything because that's what annoying couples do, and he just sort of looked and me and smiled and said 'marry me.' And of course I had no idea what he said so when I asked him what he meant, he took my hands and asked again, and I was so happy that there were tears and lots of lovey dovey explosions going on and yes. The end."
The girls squealed in unison as Kurt smiled. Of course, he left out the part where Kurt and Blaine sort of had a mini make-out session, but he thought the story sounded pretty accurate despite that one part being left out.
"That's really cute, Kurt!" Rachel said, "But does your, um…father, by any chance, know about this?"
"We can't have a Romeo and Juliet thing happening here," Mercedes warned.
"He talked to my dad without me knowing before he asked me," Kurt flushed.
"So old school," Mercedes sighed. "I love it, and I approve of this guy.
"Do you have any idea where you're going to have it?" Rachel asked. "I know you already said you weren't going to spend a lot of money, but unfortunately that's not really going to get you anywhere decent enough."
"I can have a perfectly decent wedding without fancy decorations that will only last a day," Kurt shot back, a little defensive about his plans. But to be honest, Kurt had no idea what he was going to do. He had a pretty large backyard that lead down to an open field, so maybe the reception would be held there, but as for everything else…not a clue came to his mind.
"What are you planning on doing for music?" Mercedes suddenly asked, a little curious.
"Music," Kurt repeated, "I don't know. Why?"
"New Directions is always hiring. And would you look at that! We're for free right now," Mercedes grinned into the phone.
"Why didn't I come up with that?" Rachel sighed.
"New Directions? At the wedding?" Kurt asked, sitting up a little. Of course he was going to invite everybody from the glee club, but he hadn't actually thought about them performing…
"Why not?" Mercedes shrugged. "We're close by, we're completely free, and we're available all the time."
"Oh, but I wouldn't want to be a burden on everyone…" Kurt bit his lip. "Do you think everyone will want to?"
"Of course! We're your friends, Kurt. You and Blaine. I bet even Puckerman would jump at the chance to sing at your wedding," Rachel giggled.
"I think he has a secret obsession with you both," Mercedes laughed as well. "He's always staring off into the distance at you two whenever you sing together."
Kurt laughed. "That's very…creepy that you noticed that. But if you guys are certain…"
"Of course we are," Rachel said. "We'll take turns with the mic and all you two have to do is sit back and be husbands."
It went quiet for a moment, but not in a bad, awkward way. The silence was warm and filled with smiles, even though the trio couldn't see each other. Husbands were what Kurt and Blaine were going to be in a month or so.
"Thanks, girls," Kurt said before yawning.
"Get some sleep, babe," Mercedes said. "The next few weeks are going to be exhausting for you."
"Eat your vegetables everyday," Rachel added.
"Alright, vegan freak," Kurt said, swinging his legs over his bed and untying his robe, placing it on his chair.
"Goodnight, Kurt!' Rachel beamed through the phone.
"See you tomorrow, Kurt Anderson," Mercedes teased in a sing-songy voice.
Kurt blushed furiously and wildly, so much that he actually reached up to touch his cheek, trying to cool it down. "Goodnight, girls." And then they all hung up.
Kurt placed his phone onto his bed side table, slipping beneath the warm duvet and snuggling into his pillows. Tomorrow he'd have school, and tomorrow he'd tell everyone about what was going on with him and Blaine. The words husband and Anderson and engaged ringed through his head, and he closed his eyes, smiling at the thought. He'd never even thought about it before, but Blaine was his fiancé. A real live boy that actually loved him back for once was his fiancé.
Just before Kurt was about to turn out his lamp, his phone made a little dinging noise, notifying him that he received a text. He turned on his phone and grinned.
Sweet dreams, baby. I'll see you tomorrow.
Blaine's texts made Kurt either want to roll his eyes or smile until his face broke. And looking now, he sort of did both. He typed out a quick reply.
Goodnight, Blainers. I love you.
Soon enough, Kurt Hummel would be Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Soon enough, he would go to boyfriend to fiancé to husband. Soon enough, he'd have the boy of his dreams standing across from him, dressed to the nines and smiling wide. Soon enough, he would be married.