So, I have finally finished my week of chaos with all of my choir rehearsals going on. I've been very tired throughout this whole week, and I'm pretty sure my hair is now dead by the number of times I've curled it so I can look presentable in front of throngs of cheering parents as they listen to Christmas songs about Jesus. I really wanted to write a chapter of my story though. I don't really know what I am going to put in this chapter, because I don't want to rush the wedding and make it all meshed together. So please stand by while I try and work this out...

This will probably be the last chapter I'm going to write before Christmas, so happy holidays to everyone! I'll be back to write much, much more of this story and others during the winter break and in the new year.

By Wednesday morning, everyone knew.

The news of Kurt and Blaine getting married had pretty much spread all over the school. Some people, such as the glee club, were absolutely chipper and blithe for their friends. Others, such as some of the older teachers that were usually crabby and drank a lot of coffee, thought the idea was absurd and that two people as young as Kurt and Blaine were getting married. And of course, there was the whole student body that thought that the idea of two boys getting married was revolting and strange. They didn't care, though. It didn't matter.

Standing at Blaine's locker, a jock walked by and gave the both of them a nasty look when all they were doing was talking about history notes. When the nasty sneer of the taller, much more plump boys' face was angled in Kurt's direction, he spoke.

"I hear you two are getting hitched," he spat, cracking a rather ugly grin.

"You heard right," Kurt snapped back.

"Little too early, isn't it?" the jock replied. "It seems like you're rushing it a little. Or is it a happily ever after like in those ridiculous cartoons?"

"Maybe it is," Blaine shrugged, protectively inching his way closer to Kurt's side.

"Makes me sick just thinking about it."

"Bathroom's that way," Blaine huffed, jerking this thumb over his shoulder. "If you're gonna spew, I suggest you do it in there."

The jock rolled his eyes as he simply walked away after muttering, "Fags," underneath his breath.

Kurt sighed and tilted his head down towards the ground. Blaine instantly wilted like a dead flower, seeing how such little words cod so easily hurt his boyfriend, even if he was strong on the outside. He wrapped one arm around him and used his other hand to tilt Kurt's chin up.

"It's alright," Blaine whispered, "He won't be invited."

Kurt smiled and flashed his teeth, something Blaine didn't get to see very often due to the fact that Kurt never really smiled with his mouth open.

"I can't believe you actually want to go through with this," Kurt sighed, leaning his face down into Blaine's shoulder.

"Do you...not want to?" Blaine asked, suddenly very frightened.

The head resting on the fabric covered shirt snapped up so fast that it could've given Kurt whiplash. "Of course I want to go through with it! This is my dream, Blaine, and you're the biggest part of it!"

"Okay, okay," Blaine laughed, trying to hush Kurt's voice down a little bit. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted that."

"No, you shouldn't have," Kurt pouted and jutted his lower lip out. "I was just...we are so young and we're going to get married, Blaine. This is going to cost us so much and probably add more to the already-daily humiliations we get. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Blaine shook his head and closed his eyes, smiling that little grin that made Kurt's head spin in circles. "Tsk, tsk, Kurt, won't you ever understand that this is what I want?" He trailed his index finger down Kurt's lips, which made him shiver with pleasure.

"All I want is for your dreams to come true," Blaine told him, keeping his finger tip on Kurt's lower lip, "And I've realized that this is my dream now, too. Now, I don't...really know how much time we have left, with...you being sick and all," Blaine smiled sadly, "But because of that, I want to make this really special for you. For the both of us."

Kurt smirked and trailed his fingers up and down Blaine's arm. "I'm so spoiled."

"Hello, boys," a perky, female voice came from behind them. The two teens forgot that they were standing right in the middle of a high school hallway. They snapped out of their PDA and jumped up, startled, as Blaine unwound himself from Kurt. The two stood still and stiff as they turned to face none other than Rachel. She wore a mischievous grin on her face.

"Uh…" Blaine muttered.

"Oh no," Rachel waved her hands in front of her, "By all means, keep going. I enjoyed watching that very much."

"What do you want, Rachel?" Kurt rolled his eyes. "I hope it's something besides watching us act like the way you and Finn do everyday."

Rachel ignored the comment and started talking. "So. I hear that you guys gave something to Mike and Tina that you did not give to me."

"What do you mean, Rachel?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on! Don't make me pry," Rachel pushed. "You both know what I'm talking about."

Blaine still stood and looked puzzled. "Um…I have the pen with the gold star sticker on it you gave me in my bag…do you want it back?"

"Oh my," Kurt huffed, and reached into his bag, pulling out a little white envelope with a bright blue ribbon wrapped around it. "Here!"

"Goody!" Rachel squealed, carefully pulling the ribbon apart and sliding the paper open, as if not to rip the material.

"What's this?" Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, watching as Rachel's neon-pink painted fingernails sliced delicately through the paper and pulled out a little card the color of roses.

Kurt smiled at his boyfr-fiancé, and started to explain. "Carole was just so excited over the weekend, and she really wanted to make wedding invites…I helped. Please don't be upset! I could've done them with you, but Carole just looked so happy…"

"Why would I be mad?" Blaine shook his head, and re-wrapped one arm around Kurt. "They're very lovely. You both did a great job."

As far as plans for the wedding went, the couple had gotten a lot done. They made a list of all of the people they wanted to invite (which was not a lot), picked out the music, the place, time and date, and much more (all while spending a lazy, after school day together.) But one thing that the pair knew for sure was that they weren't going to spend a lot of time worrying about the wedding. The marriage seemed much more important to them. A weddings lasts a day, marriage lasts all of eternity.

"Thank you so much!" Rachel piped. "For a second, I thought I wasn't invited."

"What would a wedding be without Rachel Berry?" Kurt smiled. "Of course you're invited."

Rachel read the inside on the neatly printed card, with large, cursive font surrounded by gold trim that outlined the card's frame.

14th of June, 7'oclock, Kurt Hummel's backyard.

Know what day this is? This, dear loved ones who are reading this, is the best day that will ever go down in history.

You sure are lucky enough to get invited. You know the drill. Dress up fancy; eat lots of food, dance, etcetera. Don't be late or we won't share any of our cake with you.

Oh, and just in case you're still not sure on what the hell this is, it's a wedding invitation for Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson's wedding ceremony.

If you couldn't tell by the extreme uses of gay-colored ribbons and trimming, I think you might need to get your eyes checked, dear friend. Hope to see you there!

Okay, so it wasn't a proper, traditional wedding invitation, but since it was written by Kurt, it made sense. Blaine looked over Rachel's shoulder as they read together, and when they were finished they burst out laughing at the same time.

"This is… traditional," Rachel slid the card back into the white envelope and stuffed the blue ribbon into her pocket, probably saving it for later so she could have something to tie into her hair.

"I know," Kurt said. "I thought of it myself. Carole's friend owns a card making-shop, so when we drew out the ideas onto paper, she took them to the store and had them made."

"They're perfect," Rachel grinned. She stood on her tiptoe and gave Kurt a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you boys later," and she walked away, waving to them.

Later on during the week and the week after that, several more cards were handed out. The glee club, Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury, Burt and Carole, Blaine's parents and sister, a few of Kurt's relatives, Nick, Jeff, Wes and David were all invited. Since they were not yet adults, they didn't have any fancy co-workers or clients to invite. But even though this might as well be the smallest wedding in all of Lima, it didn't matter. As long as everyone they needed to be there was there, it'd be fine.

A few days later, all of the girls of New Directions found themselves in a cozy little boutique called "La Petite Ruban", an adorable dress shop found just a few hours outside of Lima. Sometimes, girls just needed to be girls, and especially if you knew the girls of the William McKinley glee club, you'd know that they loved to dress up for every little occasion. Of course, a wedding was not a little occasion, not in the slightest. This was why the girls decided to go look for outfits outside of Lima and escape the boring, routined interior of the mall.

The girls sat around in a little semi circle against the dark pink painted wall. A curtain with a dressing room behind it contained Rachel, who was in the process of trying on a dress. When she stepped out, the girl's ooh'ed and ahh'ed at how great she looked. Twirling around in big circles, dressed in a deep purple, puffy dress that stopped a few inches below her knee, she smiled widely and flipped her dark hair behind her shoulder.

"So, thoughts?" Rachel flashed a toothy grin.

"It looks beautiful," Tina complemented, "its very Rachel Berry."

"I have a pair of silver heels you can wear with that," Quinn smiled gently, "if that's what you decide to go for."

"It's…missing something, though," Santana stroked her chin, "Any dress that stops below the knee makes any girl look like a pilgrim, no matter how hot she is. I say lower the neck line and show a little more leg!"

"Then you'd look like a slutty, Jewish Barney," Brittany commented in a monotone voice, placing with the hem of a dress in her lap. "But that's alright. Slutty, Jewish Barney's can be super hot, too. I always loved that show when I was little."

"We're going to a wedding, not a strip club," Mercedes said, ignoring Brittney's statement. "I'm sure Kurt and Blaine would vomit at the sight of our lady parts hanging out."

They all laughed. "Well, I think I'm going wit this one," Rachel twirled again. "I feel like we're trying on prom dresses again."

"This is going to be so much better than prom," said Tina. "The last time I went to a wedding was when I was eight, and my mom made me wear this hideous black dress that made me look like I was going to a funeral."

"It's not all about the outfits though, girls," Mercedes warned. "This day is for Blaine and my boo."

"We've got to make it perfect," Rachel agreed, "I've already started picking out the set list for what songs the glee club is going to sing. I'm thinking a few duets here, some group numbers there, and plenty of solos for me. What do you think?"

"Slow down, Barbara," Mercedes huffed. "Get out of the dress first and let us try on ours. Then we'll talk about songs."

"I've never been to a gay wedding before," Brittany suddenly said. "Santana, what should we get them as their wedding gifts? They might like condoms. Maybe those will do."

The girls froze, and then burst out laughing. "I just can't believe out little baby boy grew up so fast," Tina almost sniffed. "A year ago he was always by himself. Now look at him."

"Blaine sort of saved his life in some ways," Quinn smiled.

"Vice versa," Rachel's muffled voice came from behind the curtain.

"I just really can't believe he's sick," Brittany sighed.

The room went silent for a few seconds.

"Me neither," Mercedes said after a while.

"It all feels like a dream," Brittany continued. "He's my little dolphin. He's my unicorn. I don't like thinking about him getting sick. If he ever left us, I think glee would never be as strong ever again."

She may not have been the brightest star, but Brittany definitely had her moments of wisdom. Santana held her hand and rubbed it with her fingers.

"I can't even imagine how Blaine or Burt must feel," said Mercedes.

"Me too," Quinn agreed. "It's hard enough for us as his friends."

"Don't worry, girls," Tina smiled sadly. "He'll be fine. Let's not worry about that all right now. They say happiness is the greatest medicine. Let's give Kurt and Blaine this one day before we have to do anything else."

The girls smiled and Rachel did too, as she stepped out of the changing room. "Alright girls, let's get this done and then we can go get lunch. Who's next?"

"Me!" Quinn chimed, picking up the dress she picked out and heading inside.

So, that was a pretty lame chapter. By the way, in case you haven't taken French for eight years like I have (I was forced too, and I hated it) the name of the imaginary boutique the girls shopped at is called "The Little Ribbon" in English. I know, bad title, but I couldn't think of anything else. Thanks for reading, and once again, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New year to you all! Hope to be writing soon right after I'm done stuffing myself with turkey and throwing away brightly colored ribbons (: