Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all had a great time with your families and friends. If you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope the holidays have been good to you (: I didn't really ask for anything this Christmas, but I now write this chapter from my new laptop. Anyway, enjoy the chapter as you chomp down on some turkey. I'm also celebrating because this is the 30th chapter in the story! I know this might be dragging o for too long, but it has to be done. After this chapter, I'm going to start writing the first part of the wedding (it'll be divided into many parts), and then a graduation chapter, and then finally, the last three or four chapters that will follow. And then the story will finally be done!

"Which one do you think looks better?" Blaine asked nervously.

"Just pick anyone, man," David replied for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"But...ugh. I just need to know! The black one matches my blazer, but the white one seems a little less plain." Blaine held up two ties in the air side by side and examined them with careful eyes.

"I like the black one!" Nick called out from the opposite side of the room. "The white one will blend in too much with your shirt. Black is traditional anyway."

"Since when did you become such a fashonista, Nick?" Jeff cocked an eyebrow and Wes snorted, tapping away on his ipad.

"Since Blainers over here kept on piling his wedding plans on me."

"I can't believe you're actually getting married, man," David said. "I mean, I'd totally be against it if you and Kurt weren't so goddamn adorable. Even if that does sound strange coming from a straight guy."

"Why would you be against it?" asked Wes without looking up from his screen. "My parents were married when they were my mother was 17 and my father was 16. They turned out alright."

"That's different though," David said. "You're parents only got married because they're parents wouldn't approve of them. Stuff like that's fine. But if they just wanna get hitched because they think they're so mindlessly in love, you know they're bond to divorce sooner or later."

"I can guarantee that won't happen with Kurt and I", Blaine muttered under his breath, but Wes managed to hear him and he grinned.

The boys spent a day at Blaine's house, trying to calm him down because he just couldn't figure out what to wear for the wedding that was quickly approaching. There were six days. Six days left until Kurt and Blaine would be eternally tied.

"Whatever happens, I'm happy for you, Blaine," David said, tossing his gum wrapper into Blaine's mini garbage can. "I approve of Kurt one hundred percent."

"I always imagined Blaine getting married to some bad-ass looking guy with an eight pack and a shit load of tattoos," Jeff laughed. "I'm pretty sure I had a dream about it once."

"That's messed," Blaine scowled. "Why would I get married to someone like that?"

"Cause you're short and you'd probably be able to pull off wearing a wedding gown."

David and Nick burst out laughing, so loud that it could have woken up the dead. Blaine balled up the white tie he was holding and launched it at Jeff's blonde head.

"Shut up," Blaine rolled his eyes. "You know I'd look sexy as hell in a wedding dress. I think I'm going with the black tie."

"Good choice," Nick said.

Wes clicked off his ipad and turned to the boys, Blaine dressed in a white button down with jeans and his hands fumbling with a tie.

"Well, I just finished making the list of songs Blaine asked for to play at the wedding," Wes said. "Good choices, buddy. Is the glee club going to be performing all of these?"

"I don't think all of them," Blaine replied. "Most of them. Not all. I wouldn't want to wear out the only group willing to perform at the event."

"How's the wedding coming along, anyway?" asked Nick. "Preparations, I mean."

Blaine paused, finishing the knot in his tie and pushing his sleeves up. "Actually, I'm pretty sure Kurt and some of the glee club are setting up his backyard right now."

"What's going on for food?" asked Jeff.

"Carole's going to cook most of it..." Blaine answered, feeling a little guilty that that the nice, perky woman volunteered to work over a hot stove for hours without any complaints. "I couldn't thank her enough. You're welcome to bring stuff if you want, though."

"At least there won't be a lot of people though. Other wise you'd probably have to buy everything, including the food," Wes shrugged.

"That'd be a waste of food," Nick commented.

"I'm sure david would polish everything off in two seconds, the fat bastard," Jeff laughed. David sent Blaine's cushion flying at his grinning face.

MEANWHILE

Kurt stood on a plastic chair, hanging up some extra fairy lights left over from christmas onto the large oak trees that seemed to form a border around Kurt's backyard. The Hummel-Hudson backyard was big- a lot bigger than most people's backyards in Lima. A sliding glass door led out to a slate-gray tiled patio, complete with lawn chairs and a coffee table made of glass. Tiles turned into short, green grass with Carole's beds of rainbow colored flowers making a thick perimeter around the area. Since the space was very wide, Kurt was sure there was going to be enough room for the guests to sit down. Mercedes and Sam had already kindly set up the rows of white chairs that parted in the middle. This was where Kurt and Blaine were going to walk down until they stopped at a giant, green tree that the spring weather was kind enough to revive for the occasion. Kurt's heart sped up just thinking about it.

"Kurt! Are you almost done up there?" Rachel called from the other side of the yard. Kurt snapped out of his fantasy that was sure to come true in six days and he climbed down from the chair.

"I am now," he called back. "I'm going to test the lights now."

Mercedes appeared by his side. "Baby, you shouldn't be doing all this. This is your wedding, after all. Sit down and let good ol' Cedes take care of it."

"Mercedes," Kurt gave her a look, "I am not going to sit by and watch my friends plan my wedding. Especially a wedding that's going to be so small."

"At least let me turn the lights on?" She gave Kurt a smile that he just couldn't refuse.

Mercedes flicked a small switch attached to a thin, white cord. The lights instantly started to shine, some strings of lights golden yellow and others bright blue. It made the trees look like tiny fairies were sleeping inside the tree branches, which was probably why they were called fairy lights.

"Oh, Kurt," Mercedes gasped, "It looks beautiful! Imagine how nice they'll look when it's completely dark outside."

There was a small, reserved section of the backyard that was pressed right up against the fence. This was where the glee club and the speeches were going to be performing. The little stage was even complete with stairs on each sides (Puck had intimidated the wood shop club at McKinley into making "the best stage ever for his boy Kurt" from which, Kurt had rolled his eyes at and later payed the wood shop club back for their troubles.) The stage wasn't like a type of stage you'd see at Regionals or Nationals, but it was big enough to hold eleven people on.

"By the way," Mercedes continued, "I asked my mother if she could come be the rev for the wedding, and she said she'd do anything for the son she never had." Mercedes' mother was a pastor at the local Lima church, and she'd agreed so graciously to come and wed Kurt and Blaine. Of course, she was going to have to cut out any religious details since Kurt didn't believe in God, but it shouldn't be a problem. After all, the quicker the speech at the start, the quicker Kurt and Blaine would get to be husbands. Kurt smiled lightly at the thought.

"I'm glad this is going so well," Sam appeared beside Kurt and Mercedes, who decided to come help along with Rachel, Mercedes and Finn. "I've never even been to a wedding before."

"I can guarantee this will be the best one you ever go to," Kurt grinned. "Maybe even better than your own."

They all laughed. Just then, they heard a loud, booming yelp from behind them. All three friends turned at the same time to see that Finn had dropped a heavy box on his foot, and Rachel rushed over to him, acting as if he broke his neck when he probably just bruised his toe.

Mercedes sighed. "Better go see what's going on so we can save the items inside the box from behind damaged."

Sam and Mercedes crossed the soft, green grass as Kurt looked back up at the fairy lights and smiled. He couldn't believe that he, Kurt Hummel, was actually going to be married to the only person he was in love with. He remembered when he was shoved into lockers. Pushed down stairs. Called nasty names. Crying alone in his bedroom and frighting back tears when his dad asked him what was wrong. Now, the most incredible boy would be kissing him in front of a live audience in six days, and then they'd be together forever. For a moment, Kurt forgot that he was ever bullied. He forgot that his mother had died all those years ago. He forgot that he was sick and slowly dying. In that moment, he just felt like a teenage boy. One that had fallen in love and wouldn't ever be able to surface from that love.

But it was a very good thing to be lost in.