Alright ladies and gentlebugs, here is part one of the moment you've all been waiting for. I have always wanted to write a wedding story ever since I started here of . But I've never had any room or purpose to write one. So here it is. I am just as nervous as all of you, because I've only been to about 3 or 4 weddings in my life, so I'm going to do the best I can. The best part about these next few chapters to come, in my opinion, is that I am going to be filing them with music. I know everyone has different music tastes, so if you don't like any of the songs I put in here, feel free to listen to your own music while you read.

The rectangular black alarm clock resting on Kurt's bed side table started to squawk like an annoying bird. Kurt groaned into his pillows and reached his hand over, practically bitch slapping the top of the alarm clock and rolling over onto his back when it finally stopped. When he remembered what day it was, his ocean eyes quickly snapped open and scanned the ceiling. Kurt waited a few minutes in his bed before he was awake enough to move his arms and legs. He swung himself upright and out of his bed, checking the time. It was 10:38 am, and Kurt suddenly realized with horror that he had slept in. He ran downstairs, still dressed in his silk jammies.

"Carole!" he shouted when he reached the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafting from the sunny room. "Where's dad? Why didn't he wake me?"

"He went out to pick up some flowers," Kurt didn't even see Finn sitting at the kitchen table, wolfing down a mouthful of the fluffy breakfast. "Calm down, dude, have some breakfast."

"I slept in so much," Kurt slapped his hand on his forehead. "Oh my goodness. The wedding starts in six hours and I'm not even close to ready."

Carole giggled, pouring more batter into the frying pan she stood over. "Relax, honey. Your father and I decided you should sleep in for today, get your rest for later."

"It's not like you're a girl," Finn interrupted. "Girls on their wedding day take forever to get ready. All you really have to do is slip into a suit."

"But-" Kurt started to protest, but Carole cut him off.

"No buts, Kurt," she slid the last remaining pancakes onto a pale blue glass plate and set them down in front of the seat next to Finn. "Eat. You'll need it."

Eventually, Kurt gave in and savored ever last bite of the buttery pancakes. Pancakes were Kurt's favorite thing to eat for breakfast, and that was probably the reason why Carole made them on the particular sunny morning.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Finn announced, placing his dish into the sink. "Let me know if anyone comes early so I can change."

When Finn stomped away upstairs, Carole rubbed Kurt's back comfortingly as he finished his breakfast. "This is your big day, honey," Carole's smile was as sweet as a melted mars bar. "I can already tell it's going to be great."

Kurt smiled at her and then stood up, washing his dish clean and giving Carole a kiss on the cheek.

MEANWHILE

"Blaine...Blaine sweetie, time to wake up. It's a big day!"

Blaine's mother softly shook him on the arm and after a few minutes of snoring and stirring, Blaine finally arose. He blinked the sleep away from his big eyes and saw his mother, the left side of her head straightened while the other side was still in it's usual mess of curls. She must have been straightening it for the wedding while she woke up Blaine.

"Huh?" Blaine muttered, still obviously tired.

"Wake up," his mother ordered, "I made breakfast on the table. When I'm done this," she gestured to her hair, "I'll help you do yours. Go eat and I'll be with you in a second."

"I'm getting married today," Blaine sat up so fast he almost got head rush. "I'm getting married today!" There was a smile as big as Kansas stretched onto his face.

His mother smirked. "Yes honey, I know. Now go get your strength."

Blaine threw off the covers and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

He was not expecting to find his father there, sitting down at the table.

Things were still very awkward with Blaine and his father. Yes, they were now on good terms, but it would take a very long time for things to completely heal between them. Blaine gulped and put on a trying smile.

"Hey," he said, and Blaine's father looked up from the newspaper he was wearing.

"Morning, Blaine," he nodded and grinned. "How are you this morning?"

"Fine," Blaine said, sitting down at the table and picking up his fork. "Really nervous."

"Don't be," his father reassured, "Everything will be fine."

Blaine eyes his dad. His father was wearing a grey suit with a plain tie, something that seemed to office-like than wedding. "Is that what you're going to wear today?"

"No," his dad answered. "I'll change later. I just got out of work early, and I brought extra clothes with me."

"Okay," Blaine said, "Good."

There was a touchy silence that followed the words, and Blaine's father cleared his throat.

"So," he said, "Have you seen Kurt lately?"

"No," Blaine sighed, swallowing the eggs in his mouth. "I haven't since two days ago. I really miss him but I know the minute the wedding starts, I'm going to throw up once I see him. I'm just so nervous."

His father watched with curious eyes as he examined the facial expression on his son's face. Talking about this boy that he was in love with seemed so strange to witness, but it was when he finally realized that Blaine really was attached to this kid. Even if he was another boy.

"I'm proud of you," Blaine's father suddenly said.

Blaine's head snapped up. "You...are?"

"I am," he smiled. "I always have been."

The silence was comfortable as Blaine finished his breakfast.

LATER

"Kurt!" Rachel and Tina came bursting into his room, their hair and make-up looking like they were carefully styled and painted by hollywood magic. "Happy wedding day!"

Kurt jumped and spun around in his chair, almost falling off. "Girls! Don't scare me like that!"

Time seemed to fly by incredibly fast. It was now 2:16 pm, which meant only three more hours until the wedding. Kurt was sitting at his desk, examining his face for any blemished until his friends came bursting into the room. They were pretty early, but Kurt had to admit that they looked great. Rachel was dressed in a puffy, dark purple dress that stopped a few inches below the knee, her hair twisted in a curly bun, a silver necklace wrapped around her neck that matched her shoes. Tina was dressed in a white dress patterned with black flowers, the length similar to Rachel's. Her hair hung straight down her back, a white tulip pinned behind her ear.

"We were so excited that we rushed over here as soon as we were done getting ready," Tina explained.

"While I do admit that the both of you look beautiful," Kurt stood up, "No shoes on the carpet, please!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and chuckled as she removed the silver shoes she was wearing, the one's that Quinn was nice enough to lend her. Tina did the same with her shoes. Finn stepped out of his room then.

"Hey Kurt," he mumbled, "Can you help me with this bow tie thing? It's r- woah," Finn's eyes widened when he saw Rachel dressed like a princess. She smiled wide at him.

"Come," Kurt said to Tina, grabbing his clothing and taking her hand. "Let's give them some privacy."

Tina and Kurt went downstairs, and Kurt sighed.

"I really should get changed now..." he held up the clothing he was carrying under his arm.

"Need any help?" Tina smiled.

"That'd be nice," Kurt replied, guiding the both of them into the Hummel-Hudson's large basement. The basement was a perfect place to lounge on a lazy day, partly because it had a bean bag chair that Kurt and Finn's friends liked to snuggle into. Even Puck fell asleep in it once.

Kurt sat down on a dark brown leather chair while Tina picked up Kurt's white button down in her hand.

"Alright," she grinned. "Let's get down to business."

BLAINE'S ROOM

"Oh, honey!" Blaine's mother squealed. She was dressed in a maroon dress, her hair straighter than a pin and her eyes wide and bright. She looked ten years younger than what her actual age was. Blaine and his mother were standing in his room, and the teenage boy soon to be wed had just gotten finished getting dressed. While Blaine's mother did look beautiful, she was nothing compared to her son standing before her.

Blaine didn't even recognize himself when he turned around to face his long mirror that was just installed into his room a few days ago. The person standing inside the mirror was...elegant. Older looking. Bolder. His hair was gelled, but not too much to the point where the raven locks were glued to his head. It was just enough gel to create a sculpted do. The suit that the person in the mirror was wearing was black, his slacks and blazer ironed perfectly. This somehow made him look a little taller than how he usually was. His skinny tie (thank goodness Nick helped Blaine out with this) was the same color as his blazer and slacks, and it was tucked safely inside the jacket. Since his hair was out of is eyes, his big, round, honey colored eyes with flecks of green in them were more visible. They stood out against all the black he was wearing. Blaine didn't look like a teenager anymore, he now looked like a mature, handsome young man.

"I don't even look like me," Blaine said to the person standing in the mirror.

"Is that a bad thing?" his mother asked.

"No," Blaine replied instantly, shaking his head. "Of course not. I still feel like me."

"You'll always be you," Blaine's mother kissed her son's cheek.

"I hope Kurt thinks I look okay," Blaine gulped, suddenly getting all jittery from thoughts of his fiance.

"I'm sure he'll think you look very handsome," his mother beamed, "Because you do."

"Thanks, mom," Blaine turned to her and smiled. "So do you."

They walked out of Blaine's room together and met his father standing by the car. Blaine felt like he was going to prom or a special dance. It took him a while to remind himself that this was his wedding that was about to happen in an hour or so.

"You're looking swell, son," his father said, nodding in approval.

"Thanks dad," he replied, "You too."

"Here," his father leaned in and put something on the inside of Blaine's breast pocket. He looked down and saw that it was an ivory magnolia poking out. It stood out against the black fabric and smelt wonderful.

"There," his dad said, "The final touch."

"What's this for?" Blaine asked.

"I picked it up last night," his father replied, "I thought it'd look nice. And your mother tells me that you talk to her about Kurt all the time. Apparently, magnolia's are his favorite flower, am I right?"

Blaine flushed, making a mental note to have a long talk with his mother later. "Right."

His father chuckled. "Good. Let's be off then, we wouldn't want to be late."

KURT'S BASEMENT

There were several squeals now. All of the girls had arrived and they were now with Kurt in his basement. The teenagers gathered around their friend and gushed over what Kurt was wearing.

"Oh my goodness!" Mercedes sounded like she was trying to hold back tears. "Baby, you look so handsome! I can't believe this day is actually here!"

"I must say that you do look rather dashing, Hummel," Santana smirked, crossing her legs in her too-short red dress. "If we weren't capital G gay, I would totally tap that. But it's your wedding day, so I'll spare the flirtatious remarks."

Kurt gave her a look. "Gee. Thanks Santana."

And Kurt Hummel did look rather dashing indeed. His suit was the color of the night sky, which was mostly black with a tiny tiny of dark blue. His tie that wrapped around his neck was baby blue, matching his sky colored eyes. The suit made his skin look all the more paler, but not the sickly pale his skin turned when he was in the hospital. His skin now looked flawless, untouched and smooth. Kurt's hair was done by Brittany, and if there was one thing that girl knew besides different cupcake flavors and what not to dip in fondue, it was how to work with hair. The thick, brown bangs that were usually swept to the side or brushed back were now styled to perfection, creating a unique wave shape. Kurt always took good care of his hygiene and his clothing. But now, he looked so perfect, so clean and new.

"I'm so glad the hair worked out well," Brittany clapped her hands twice, "I was trying to make it look like a wave in the ocean because your tie reminded me of water. And you are a dolphin, after all."

Kurt snorted smiled. "Thank you, Britt. It looks great." Brittany kissed her friends cheek.

"All of you look fabulous, if I may add," Kurt complemented the girls, all of them standing beside each other and looking like a rainbow of silk and flowers.

"Thank you, Kurt," Quinn smiled, her golden mane of hair swept to one shoulder. "I'm so excited. I really can't believe you're getting married."

"I was almost certain I was going to be the one to get married first out of all of you," Rachel put her hands on her hips. "It looks like Kurt beat us all."

The group made their way out of the basement and upstairs where the boys of New Directions, Mr. Schuester, Ms. Pillsbury and Burt were all sitting in the living room. The boys jumped up when they saw Kurt emerge from the basement.

"There's wedding boy," Puck smirked.

"Hello Noah," Kurt smiled and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You look nice. For once. I never thought'd I'd see the day were you dressed up for a special occasion.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it," Puck shrugged it off.

Everyone came to greet Kurt and congratulate and wish good luck to Kurt. Everyone was dressed up in their best, and this made Kurt feel very grateful. His friends were going to probably the smallest, most cheapest wedding in the world, however his loved ones still dressed like they were going to a show on Broadway. Even Artie changed the tires on his wheelchair to the color white instead of black. Little things like this made Kurt realize just how much his friends actually cared.

"Thank you, everyone," Kurt spoke to the room. "Thank you all so much for coming. It really means a lot to me."

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, Kurt," Mr. Schuester said. "I think I speak for everyone when I say that we're truly happy for you." Everyone nodded.

"May I say, Kurt," Ms. Pillsbury piped, "That the wedding card yu sent out was truly remarkable."

Burt ushered everyone to the backyard were they would get settled in their chairs. It was a good thing the weather was so nice outside. The sun was setting behind the trees, but not too quickly that it was dark outside. The sky was a lovely salmon-lemony color, the clouds a faint purple, creating a color palette that looked delicious enough to eat. It was everything Kurt ever dreamed of.

Kurt did not hear the front door open.

BLAINE'S CAR

"Hey, look," Blaine pointed out the window, "There's Wes's car."

The Anderson's (well, Blaine's mother wasn't actually an Anderson anymore, but she still counted) pulled up into the Hummel-Hudson drive way. There were about a dozen white balloons tied to the porch, and Blaine smiled, knowing that it was probably Kurt's doing. Wonderful, enthusiastic, beautiful Kurt.

"Hey man!" David shouted, walking up to Blaine once he got out of the car. "Happy wedding day!"

"You look so different," Nick noted, "But it looks great. Very wedding-y. And I see you've taken my advice with the tie."

Wes and Jeff eventually got out of the car as well and walked up to the huddle of boys in suits and blazers yapping away. Wes gave Blaine a hug.

"Thanks so much for coming, guys," Blaine said when he and Wes separated. "I really appreciate it."

"You really think we'd miss this day?" Jeff smiled, straightening his red bow tie. "I can already tell this is going to be the best wedding ever."

Wes reached into his pocket and pulled out his ipod, waving it in front of Blaine. "Your playlist is on here," he told Blaine. "These are the songs that the glee club won't be performing. I'll hook it up to the speakers as soon as I get in."

"Cool," Blaine smiled, "Thanks, Wes. This is great."

"We'll go in through the other door," David jerked his finger to the wooden, fence door that lead into Kurt's backyard.

"We'll see you in about ten minutes, good sir," Nick smiled, giving Blaine's shoulder a pat.

"Good luck, man," Wes said, "Have fun."

Blaine watched his friends enter the backyard, and seeing this made his heart beat like crazy. He was going to be walking into the same backyard. But he wouldn't be sitting down on a white chair in the audience. He would be standing in front of them all, waiting for Kurt.

"Go on in, Blaine," his mother told him. "Your father and I are just going to chat a while."

Blaine opened the front door to Kurt's house.

THE HUMMEL HUDSON KITCHEN

Kurt stared out the window in the kitchen above the sink, watching as the guests piled in and sat down in the white chairs. The place really did look incredible. Since it was a little darker outside, the fairy lights shined brighter than ever before, the sunset making a romantic addition to the scene. Kurt spotted Blaine's friends, Wes, David, Nick and Jeff, and he smiled. It looks like everyone was really going to come.

Blaine huffed, walking up the the hallway that led to Kurt's kitchen, going to see if he could find Mr. Hummel, or Finn, or anyone who could try to calm his nerves. He figured Kurt was in his room getting ready or talking to their friends from New Directions.

That was, until he turned into the kitchen and saw the back of Kurt's body staring out the window.

Blaine tried his absolute best not to gasp, because even from the behind, he could just tell that Kurt looked breath-taking. Kurt must've not heard him come in, because he continued to look outside. He remembered that he wasn't allowed to see Kurt until the ceremony begun, but Blaine smiled.

"Don't turn around. It's just me."

Kurt could recognize that voice anywhere. He completely froze in his spot, not even daring to turn around. His heart started to pound a million times faster, his cheeks flushing and his body becoming suddenly warmer.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

"Hi," Blaine whispered back.

"Oh my god," Kurt said, "This is wrong. We aren't allowed to see each other right now!"

"I can't see your face," Blaine shrugged, "So I guess that's okay."

Kurt smirked. "Come here."

There was silence, and then Blaine slowly started to cross the room until he was directly behind Kurt. His arms seemed to have a life of their own, and he found them wrapping themselves around Kurt's waist very gently. He was careful not to wreck Kurt's clothing, and he stared at the back of Kurt's head. It took a lot of effort not to turn him around and look right into his eyes.

"I can't believe this is happening," Kurt whispered, his voice caught in his throat.

"Neither can I," Blaine murmured, his lips pressed to the back of Kurt's neck, sucking gently.

"I mean, the best day of my life is finally here and it's so close I can just reach it and take in in my hand, when a few months ago I was alone."

"I'm so nervous I could piss myself," Blaine said, and Kurt chuckled.

"Me, too."

There was a comfortable silence, as the soon-to-be-married couple stood there for a while, gently swaying back and forth. Blaine could stay in this moment forever, not caring if a parent walked in right now.

"Close your eyes and turn around," Kurt whispered gently.

Blaine did as he was told. He knew what was coming. He felt Kurt shift around in his arms as Kurt did the same as Blaine. With both of their eyes shut, all they could see was darkness, but Blaine could feel the warm breath near his cheek and ghosting across his lips until he felt flesh there instead.

Blaine's hand reached up and cupped Kurt's smooth cheek. He cradled it with care as the boys kissed and kissed and kissed. Maybe this wasn't supposed to happen before a wedding, maybe the only kiss that should be happening was when they met at the altar, but it wasn't like they minded or cared. The only thing either of the boys concentrated on was how warm and soft their lips felt as they caressed each other.

"Mm," Kurt released a short, quiet moan, "You taste nice."

Blaine smiled. "Strawberry chapstick just for you, sir. I was hoping you'd notice at the altar, but I guess that idea's ruined now."

They giggled, resting their foreheads against each other's, eyelids still shut tight. They intertwined their fingers together and Blaine cleared his throat.

"I have to go now, okay?" he whispered.

"Alright," Kurt sighed. "I'll see you soon. I love you."

"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine replied. "So much. More than anything."

Blaine quickly spun around and opened his eyes again, making his way out the kitchen. When he walked back to the front door, he saw his mother and Mr. Hummel chatting away. They both spotted him and looked relieved.

"There you are, Blaine!" his mother said.

"Good evening, Blaine," Burt reached his hand out and gave Blaine's a firm shake.

"Evening, Mr. Hummel."

"Excited?" asked Burt.

"Nervous as hell," Blaine replied, making Burt laugh.

"Your father's already waiting outside," his mother said. "Come, we better start getting ready to go." Blaine's mother was going to walk him down the aisle, as most mother's did. Since Kurt's mother was exactly present, Burt thought it would be more than an honor to walk his son down the aisle on his wedding day.

"Good luck out there, kiddo," Burt said.

"You too, Mr. Hummel sir," Blaine smiled just before his mother linked her arm through his and they walked out of sight towards a room that led to the backyard.

Back in the kitchen, Kurt didn't open his eyes again until he heard his father coming in.