Here's part three of the wedding saga. The music used in this chapter are as followed: Sparks By Coldplay (I'm bringing back the power of Coldplay because they're awesome and I hope to have this song played at my wedding one day), Rock'n Roll is Here to Stay from Grease,Warm Whispers by Missy Higgins. I love all of these songs and I hope you enjoy listening to them as much as I do.
The sun was now completely gone, disappearing behind the horizon and leaving the sky black. The fairy lights wrapped securely around the tree branches in the backyard continued to shine brightly. The white, plastic chairs had now quickly been moved and stacked away to the side, resting against the tall wooden fence. Now there was a huge, wide patch of short cut grass where people could move about freely on. On one side of the yard was the miniature stage, on the other side was a table full of serve-yourself foods.
"I can't believe we actually...I just, I- I can't even-" Kurt stammered out, his face still soaked with his happy tears.
Blaine clutched him to his chest and rubbed Kurt's back. "I know. I can't believe it's real either."
"I changed my name today, Blaine," Kurt murmured into Blaine's neck. "I changed my name. That's something I never thought I'd do."
"This is the happiest I've ever been in my life," Blaine whispered, and he meant it.
"Me, too."
While people buzzed about, no one really noticed Rachel make her way up onto the little stage where she adjusted the mic to her height. It made an annoying ringing noise, but she soon had it under control as she spoke loud and clear into the mic. Rachel stood proud and tall, running her hands down her purple dress and flashing a white smile.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," she smiled. "Now that we've cleared the area and there's more space to move around, can we please welcome for the first time ever, the Hummel-Anderson couple?"
Rachel swept her hand over to the corner where Kurt and Blaine were huddled, and suddenly all eyes were on them. Everyone in the yard started fiercely clapping and cheering, and Mike, Sam, Nick, David and Puck made a few wolf-whistles. Blaine rolled his eyes, but it was nice to see his friends interacting with Kurt's friends.
"What's a wedding without a first dance for the newly wed couple?" Rachel asked into the mic, which made more people start to applaud. "Ladies and gents, I give you Kurt and Blaine."
Rachel exited the stage, and the small crowds of people cleared the area, watching from the sides and forming a large area of space for the couple to dance. To tell you the truth, Kurt and Blaine were actually scared shitless. They'd danced in front of people before, during the musical and glee, but this was going to be slow-dancing. In front of family and friends. To romantic music. Kurt thought this was going to be the most intimate thing he'd ever do in his life in front of other people.
"C'mon, tiny dancer," Blaine smiled charmingly and pulled his husbands hand out onto the...dance floor. "Let's please everyone's cravings."
Wes, who was standing near a mini desk on the backyard porch, pressed a button on his ipod which started to softly boom a beautiful strummed guitar with a deep base line. Kurt and Blaine faced each other before they got into a dancing position, Blaine's hands on Kurt's waist and Kurt's arms around Blaine's shoulders.
Blaine knew the song immediately. He and Kurt had picked it out himself. It wasn't Kurt's most favorite song in the world, but it certainly was a very beautiful song, perfect for slow dancing to.
Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say,
You say, "Oh, sing one we know",
But I promise you this,
I'll always look out for you,
That's what I'll do.
I say "oh,"
I say "oh."
"You know," Kurt whispered directly into Blaine's ear, "I'm not really a big fan of Coldplay, but this song is perfect for us."
Blaine chuckled softly. "You think so?"
"I know so," Kurt replied.
"Good. I'm glad, because I love the hell out of this song."
Everyone who was watching instantly fell in love with the couple gently twirling and spinning to the mellow tune in front of them. Blaine's mother, who was holding a skinny glass of sparkling cider in her hand, had to wipe tears away, as well as many of the New Direction girls.
"That's out baby boy," Mercedes sniffed to Rachel. "Look how fast he's grown up."
"I feel like a proud mother," Rachel dabbed at her tears with a hanker chief.
"This is too cute for me to handle," Brittany cried.
My heart is yours,
It's you that I hold on to,
That's what I do,
And I know I was wrong,
But I won't let you down,
Oh yeah, yeah, yes I will
I say "oh",
I cry "oh
The boys continued to dance to the song, looking right into each other's eyes. They didn't pay attention to anyone watching them. They simply stared at one another like they were the only thing left. Kurt could feel the warm breeze combing through his hair. He reached one hand up to gently stroke Blaine's soft cheek. Blaine closed his eyes and sighed, reaching one of his own hands to catch it and hold it against his face.
Blaine mouthed the words, I love you to his love. Kurt giggled silently and mouthed back the words, I love you too.
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
Sing it out.
"Puckerman," Quinn poked Puck's arm with her finger, "Are you crying?"
"No," Puck made it way to obvious by rubbing his sleeve across his face and sniffling. "No way."
"Oh, he is!" Rachel gasped. "How adorable!"
"Never thought I'd see the day," Sam and Finn came over and laughed.
"Shut up," Puck waved away his friends. "It's a really good song, okay?"
"Like you were tearing up like a little girl because of the song," Sam gave Puck a bitch face.
"I don't blame you, man," David said, coming over to Puck and blinking away some of his own tears.
La, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, oh
The final notes of the songs echoed through out the yard, and for a moment, the couple was frozen in time. Kurt lifted his head from off of Blaine's shoulder, and they seemed to nuzzle in closer together before the crowd burst out into applause. The girls screamed louder than anyone else, yelling out, "That's our boy! That's our boy!"
All it took was for the boys to blink once, and then they were brought back to reality. The sounds to people cheering and sniffing broke through, and their visions seemed to get a little brighter, as if they were imagining that the fairy lights were not there. It sort of made the boys jump at first, all the noise and commotion, and they were soon looking around, their faces the color or roses and their nervous smiles awkwardly starting.
Blaine turned Kurt to him, pulling him close with no air between them. He smiled wide, his eyes matching the bright yellow fairy lights.
"How was that?" he asked.
Kurt beamed up at him, and Blaine thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight. "It was perfect."
"Really?" Blaine chortled.
"More than perfect, actually," Kurt confirmed.
When the couple made their way off the "dance floor", more people started to pour onto it. The New Directions all stared at each other mischievous grins. They decided that it was time for some live music.
Finn, Artie, Puck, and Sam all got up on the stage for the first number. Finn grabbed the mic, and it made another awful screeching noise that made some people cover their ears, groaning at the sound of technical difficulties.
"Uh, sorry," Finn muttered before speaking more clearly. "Alright, so this is our first song for tonight. This one goes out to the new couple. Kurt, I'm proud of you, bro, and I wish you both the best!"
The karaoke instrumental version of the song started up, and right away, as quick as lightning, Kurt and Blaine recognized the song faster than everyone else. They looked at each other and burst out laughing, knowing only New Directions would put together something like this.
Rock 'n roll is here to stay, it will never die
It was meant to be that way, though I don't know why
I don't care what people say, rock 'n roll is here to stay
We don't care what people say, rock 'n roll is here to stay
Rock 'n roll will always be our ticket to the end
It will go down in history, just you wait, my friend
Rock 'n roll will always be, it'll go down in history
Rock 'n roll will always be, it'll go down in history
So come on, everybody rock, everybody rock,
everybody rock, everybody rock
Everybody rock
Soon, everyone was up and about, dancing their heads off and laughing like they were at an actual life-size wedding and not in a teenage boys back yard. Most of the girls had taken off their heels and sandals, mostly because it was difficult to dance on grass wearing shoes like that. They were either now in stocking feet or flip flops that they had to provide for themselves. Except for Rachel, who had brought her special ballet flats with gold stars painted on the sides.
Now everybody rock 'n roll, everybody rock 'n roll,
everybody rock 'n roll
Everybody rock 'n roll, everybody rock 'n roll
Rock 'n roll will always be our ticket to the end
It will go down in history, just you wait, my friend
Rock 'n roll will always be, it'll go down in history
If you don't like rock 'n roll, think what you've been missin'
But if you like to bop and strawl, come on down and listen
Let's all start to have a ball, everybody rock 'n roll
Ah, oh baby, ah, oh baby, ah,
oh baby, ah, oh baby, rock!
So maybe it wasn't the most normal wedding. Everything about it was quirky: the people, the backyard, the music. Maybe it never would compare to a celebrity wedding with dresses that cost over a million dollars and more guests than could be counted. But this was enough. It was more than enough, for Kurt, for Blaine, for everyone. The song finished and people broke out in to applause, the boys of ND bowing grandly and exiting the stage.
"Thanks guys," Kurt said to his friends as the boys came over to him. "That was really great!"
"Anything for you, buddy," Finn smiled that large, dopey grin.
"I'm out of breath!" Blaine exclaimed when the boys walked away.
"Out of shape, much?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow.
"As if," Blaine guffawed. "I'm the fittest person ever made!"
"I already know that," Kurt winked, and Blaine flushed.
"Hello, boys," came a voice from behind them, and the boys prayed that whoever was behind them didn't hear what Kurt had just said. They turned around and there was Mr. Anderson.
Blaine had told Kurt many stories about his past with his father. Usually thy'd cuddle up in Kurt's room with Blaine's head on Kurt's stomach, Kurt running his nimble fingers through his boyfriend's hair, and Blaine would just loose himself in his memories while Kurt listened. The stories Blaine would tell him were brutal, heart-wrenching and painful. He felt so terrible how he had probably the best dad in the entire universe while Blaine was stuck with someone who barely was around to take care of him.
Kurt was a little hesitant to invite Mr. Anderson to the wedding at first, but he knew he had to do it if it would make Blaine happy. He'd never spoken to the man in person before. For some reason, Kurt thought he'd be intimidated or scared, but now, meeting him for real, nothing could take away his happiness.
"Hello, sir," Kurt greeted politely to the man. Mr. Anderson cleared his throat and extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Charles," Kurt accepted the hand shake.
"Pleasure. I've heard a lot about you." Kurt's smile still remained, but it was obvious to anyone that he had not heard very good things about Blaine's dad. Blaine watched his father and his husband chat anxiously, hoping his father wouldn't make a rude, sarcastic comment about gays or something. It was the last thing he needed at a time like this.
Kurt noticed his husbands nervousness and he smiled. "Blaine, I think Wes and Jeff are calling you. Why don't you go say hello?"
Blaine understood that Kurt wanted to get to know his father personally, and he trusted that he could take care of himself.
"Alright," Blaine swallowed, "I'll see you." Kurt reached up and kissed his cheek quickly, and Blaine went off grinning.
Kurt turned back to Mr. Anderson. "So, are you enjoying yourself?"
"I am," he replied, adjusting his tie, "The place looks great for something quite small."
"I make the best of what I have," Kurt answered.
Mr. Anderson felt pretty pathetic. The first time meeting his son's partner was on his wedding day. He felt a little uncomfortable and odd speaking to this boy, but he supposed it was normal.
"We're very glad you came," Kurt told him. "Blaine's relieved. I don't know what a wedding would be like without a father there to support him."
Mr. Anderson huffed and smiled. "It's a good thing I came around."
"Just in time, too," Kurt said.
There was a pause. "I'm really sorry about...your condition, Kurt."
"It's no worry, sir," Kurt waved his hand. "It's very normal to me now. Whatever happens, happens from now on."
"I made a promise to Blaine that I'd help pay for your medical bills if you need anything."
"I know, he told me. Thank you very much, that's too kind."
"You're a part of my family now too. And family looks out for each other."
Kurt closed his eyes, smiling to himself. "Thank you. That makes me feel...more secure. I appreciate it."
The men shook hands once more before Blaine came back. When Blaine asked how everything was going, Kurt answered that it couldn't be better. Maybe things would go as planned, for once.
"Hey!" Rachel came running over to the boys, grabbing Kurt's hands. "Mind if I steal him for a while, Blaine?"
Blaine laughed and said, "As long as you return him safe and sound."
"Can do! Thanks, Blaine!" Rachel dragged Kurt over to the other ND friends and began to dance away to the playlist Wes created.
The night was fantastic. Kurt couldn't have asked for a better way to end his senior year of high school. He wanted to live in this moment forever, where the clock would freeze, where he didn't have to go back to the hospital ever again, where he could just dance with Blaine forever. Most people think getting married as a teenager is ludicrous. A lot of people used to do it hundreds of years ago, but that's only because the life expectancy was around 30 or 40. Today, seeing young people getting married meant trouble, danger and regret. But there was no regrets here. Kurt didn't know how much time he had left on planet earth. He could be gone within the next five, ten, fifteen years. Such a young heart already having to work so hard, a robbed childhood. Blaine made it all better. He healed him in many ways doctors and medicine could not.
Quinn, dressed in a very captivating pale peach colored dress that made her features and her body look like a pixie, walked up onto the stage and smiled at the crowd.
"Hi, everyone," she announced. Kurt was glad that she was able to overcome her crazy phase where she really didn't have much control over herself. He liked her much better when she was calmed down and nicer to people. More Lucy than Quinn Fabray, cheerleading queen extraordinaire.
"I'd like to dedicate this song to all of the couples here tonight," she continued. Quinn never really did that much singing in the glee club, but tonight she wanted to do something special for her friends. "Kurt, Blaine, I couldn't be more happier for you."
She smiled and the music started, her cool, alto voice that sounded as rich as honey spreading across the yard. Anyone who was a couple quickly found one another and started to dance.
Your warm whispers
Out of the dark they carry my heart
Your warm whispers
Into the dawn they carry me through
And I'm weeping warm honey and milk
That you stay surrounding me, surrounding me
Burt and Carole slowly twirled together adorably. More couples started to reciprocate with the slow music. Finn and Rachel, Brittany and Santana, Sam and Mercedes, Tina and Mike. Even the people who didn't have anyone to slow dance with just swayed happily on the side. Boys like Wes, Nick, David and Jeff met up with some of the ND boys who were not slow dancing and pretended to do fake ballerina spins, something that made Blaine question their sanity.
And of course, lost in the sea of couples, there was Kurt and Blaine.
Your warm whispers
Letting me drown in a pool of you
Your warm whispers
Keeping the noise from breaking through
And I'm weeping warm honey and milk
That you stay surrounding me, surrounding me
Just like how they danced on their first dance, Kurt and Blaine were once again lost in each other's eyes. They felt the way they felt when they danced on Kurt's balcony about a month or so ago, when Blaine came over for dinner and they had a cheesy, overly-sweet dancing session under the sunset. Kurt couldn't help thinking to himself that the moment was foreshadowing this bigger moment that was happening right now. He didn't know if that thought even crossed Blaine's mind, but it didn't matter. He didn't expect it too, because they were both busy doing something else. They weren't paying attention to any other couple, and no other couple was paying attention to them. Everybody was lost in their own world's, guided by Quinn's voice.
"This has been the best day of my life," Kurt whispered.
"It's been my best day, too," Blaine replied.
"Thank you. So much, for everything you've ever done for me."
"You've done just as much for me as I've done for you, Kurt. Don't ever forget that. I am the way I am today because of you."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Kurt Hummel-Anderson."
Yeah I'm weeping warm honey and milk that you
Stay surround me, surrounding me
Honey stay surrounding me.
They reached for each other at the same time, pressing their lips together in one, long kiss, continuing to twirl and move. They shut their eyes and focussed on nothing else. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how everything should be.
The kiss grew longer than they expected, and when the music finished, they broke away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. The couples around them started to clap for Quinn, who did a lovely rendition of the song. She bowed proudly, flashing her signature shy smile. Kurt and Blaine continued to stare off into the vast, deep colors of their eyes, fire on ice.
The hearts inside their chests were beating out of control, and Kurt let out a quiet breath he didn't even know he was keeping in. Kurt ran his finger tip along Blaine's jaw line, and he shuddered.
"Do...do you...want to go upstairs?" he whispered.
Kurt looked at him with wide and certain eyes. All he did was push himself back into Blaine's plush lips, a little more intensely than the kiss previously shared. Blaine sucked in a long breath in through his nose, almost gasping. He already knew the answer to his question before Kurt whispered against his lips,
"Yes."