Before I start, I just wanted to let this out because of how happy and excited I was when I heard it. On tumblr, I heard that Chazzam, the author of The Sidhe (my favorite story on of all time) is going to try and get her story published into a real novel. She's going to change the names of the characters around and everything. The Sidhe was the reason why I started writing fanfiction. That story made me cry so many times and it was really beautiful. I know that she's probably never going to read this, but I just wanted to say to Chazzam: I wish you the best and I really hope you're story gets published! I admire your work and I hope to see The Sidhe on a shelf in a bookstore one day so that I can buy it and read it whenever I want. Thanks for being my inspiration here on this site!

But back to my boring story now that will probably never measure up to The Sidhe. (:

Tom and Jerry cartoons were projected onto the screen, the dark room flashing with different colors. It was five thirty in the morning, and the sun hadn't even come up yet. Blaine lay sprawled out on the sofa, the blankets thrown around his pajama covered body. He twiddled a small, silver ring in between his fingers while his tired eyes scanned the television screen, not even aware that Jerry had just taken out a hammer and whacked Tom in the head, a halo of animated birds circling around his head. Blaine just could not sleep, no matter how much his body wanted to. His mind protested.

"Blaine?" his mother called from the living room, sitting on the couch in her brightly colored apron and ballet flats.

"Yeah?" Blaine's muffled voice came from his room.

"Can you come down here for a minute? I need to show you something."

There was no reply, but the sound of shuffling and someone walking came from upstairs. Soon, Blaine came bouncing down the steps and into the living room, standing in front of his mother.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Sit," his mother said, not unkindly. Blaine eyed his mother curiously. He hoped she wasn't grounding him two days before his wedding, especially when Kurt, his fiance, was upstairs in his room. That'd be embarrassing.

"Um," Blaine started, unsure, "Am I in trouble...?"

"Of course not, Blaine," his mother waved her hand in the air to gesture the idea being nonsense. "I just need your...opinion and thoughts on something."

She reached over in her apron pocket and pulled out a small object that was closed up in her hand. She uncurled her long fingers, revealing a small, silver ring with three diamonds embedded onto it. Blaine's eyes widened.

"This was your grandfathers," his mother explained, looking down at the ring. "When your grandparents got married before I was even born, this was the ring he wore for forty years before he passed away." His mother smiled sadly. "He always told me that when one day, you decided you wanted to get married, he wanted to you to have it. He made me promise that you'd get it someday. And since that day is quickly approaching, I think know's the time that you give this to Kurt."

"Mom," Blaine breathed, "That's a really beautiful ring, but I'm sure it means more to you than it does to me. You should keep it," Blaine took his mother's hand and closed her fingers back up around the band.

But she shook her head. "No, Blaine. This is yours now. I want you to have this, and I want to see it on Kurt's finger in two days." She smiled. "Please, Blaine. This is just one of the many things I can do for you for your wedding."

She'd been a little hesitant at first, Blaine's mother, about letting her eighteen year old son get married. She was only just afraid of letting her little boy with the warm eyes and curly hear go. But soon, she came to the conclusion that Blaine deserved Kurt, and Kurt deserved her son. She though Kurt would make a lovely son-in-law. After all, he did help her out in the kitchen when baking.

Blaine's mother tipped the little ring into Blaine's open palm, and he examined it like it was a newborn baby. "Are you sure, mom?"

"Yes," she smiled. "I'm more than one hundred percent sure."

He turned to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much, mom. I'll guard it with my life."

When he turned to go back upstairs, his mother stopped him. "Oh, Blaine?"

"Yes?" he turned around again, holding the ring wide open in his hand.

"Don't show that to Kurt."

Blaine looked down at the ring and made a face of realization. "Oh yeah." He flushed. "Thanks."

That was yesterday. Ever since receiving the ring, he just couldn't seem to shut his mind up. Blaine imagined what it would look like on his fiance's finger, gleaming brightly and sparkling against his skin. It was a little old fashioned, but he knew Kurt was into clothes and styles of all kinds. At school, one day he'd be wearing skinny jeans and the next he'd wear a suit from the 50's. Blaine loved all kinds of Kurt, however.

There was one more day left until the wedding. Blaine and Kurt were not allowed to see each other before the ceremony, which meant all day and half of tomorrow. They were both disappointed that they weren't allowed to have fun together or even look at each other with their eyes, but they found that it was best. And besides, there was no way in hell their parents were going to let them see each other. Blaine even tried to sneak out of the house at three in in the morning. He hadn't even made it down the hallway when his mother's voice came from her bedroom, telling Blaine not to move another muscle or else she'd have to come over there herself.

So instead of trying to sneak out of the house to see Kurt at the crack of dawn, he decided to watch old cartoons in the living room, which was a poor substitution. He sighed and pulled his phone out.

Are you up? he texted to Kurt. It wasn't even a full minute before he got a reply.

Yes. Are you?

Blaine smirked at the screen. Of course I am, silly. Can I call you?

You don't even have to ask, was his reply.

Blaine fumbled with the buttons on his phone, his fingers still tired from not sleeping all night. There was only one ring from the other side of the line before Kurt picked up, his slightly tired, high pitched voice coming from the speaker.

"Hi," Blaine could hear the smile in his fiance's voice.

"Hey," Blaine replied. "What are you up to?"

"I can't sleep," Kurt sighed. "I'm just trying to catch up on some reading, but I'm not even paying attention because I keep thinking about tomorrow. What are you doing up so early?"

Blaine eyed the ring in his other hand. "I'm uh, watching Tom and Jerry."

Kurt giggled, Blaine's favorite sound in the world. It sounded all the better at five in the morning, his voice sleepy and light. "I had a feeling you'd be doing that."

"Are we allowed to talk to each other like this?" Blaine chuckled. "Or does that rule only apply to physically seeing each other before the wedding?"

"I don't see why not," Kurt said. "It's not like we're having phone sex or anything, so I'm sure this is okay."

They both laughed. There was a few moments of silence before Kurt's voice came through again.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"I miss you."

Blaine wilted. "I miss you too, sweetie. But I'm positive tomorrow will be worth not seeing each other all day. Okay?"

Kurt yawned and smiled. "Okay."

Later that night, when Blaine was actually tired enough from the day that just happened, he was able to lay down in his bed and sleep. All day, his mother gelled his hair to see how it would look for the wedding (Blaine washed it out so he wouldn't get it all over his sheets). His mother also ironed his tux. Blaine was on and off the phone with Burt Hummel all day, discussing what was going to happen for the day to follow. Blaine was absolutely exhausted, but still a hell of a whole lot more nervous and excited for the day coming up. He was going to change someone's last name. He was going to stand in front of people and kiss his love which would seal them together. Blaine was terrified, but sleep eventually took over his body.

Back at Kurt's house, he was also getting ready for bed when his dad game knocking on his door. Kurt sat at his mirror, going over his moisturizing routine, making sure his skin would be flawless for tomorrow.

"Kurt? Can I come in, kiddo?" his dad said from outside.

"Come in," Kurt replied.

The door swung open and there was Burt, walking in and taking a seat on Kurt's duvet. Kurt turned on his little stool, his hair pushed back with a headband.

"What's up, dad?" he asked.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Burt asked his son. Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know. I feel more excited than I am scared, but I know once I walk down the aisle with you by my side, I'll be tripping over myself."

Burt chuckled. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll be fine tomorrow. It'll be a great day."

"I know," Kurt smiled.

Burt paused for a minute before he spoke again. "Kurt?"

"Yeah, dad?"

"I just wanted to say...I'm really proud of you. I know how difficult these past few years have been with your sickness and all. But I'm glad you're doing this. I'm glad you're happy. I know Blaine...he'll be a great son-in-law.

Kurt smiled wide, walking over to his dad and giving his dad a hug. It didn't matter how old Kurt would get. He knew that no matter what happened, his daddy would always be there to protect him. The same daddy that taught him how to ride a bike, the same daddy who had tea parties with him even though that's not what little boys did, the same daddy who accepted his sexuality. He'd always be there with opening arms to help his little boy with whatever he needed.

"Thanks, dad," Kurt said, resting his cheek on his father's shoulder.

"Get some sleep, kiddo," Burt patted his son on the back, "It'll be a big day tomorrow. I better go tell Finn to turn down the video games and get his ass to sleep as well."

Kurt smiled. "Alright then. Good night dad."

"See you in the morning, son."

Burt flicked out the lights and closed the door, hearing his son get under the covers just like how he did when Kurt was only a boy.