A/N: Thanks in advance for you wonderful review! This next song is something that's close to me for many reasons. I'm straying from the 'Glee' soundtracks for a little bit to stay closer to the story from here on out. So…enjoy. Lifehouse owns the song, I own nothing.

Chapter 13

Rachel's POV

They let me out of the hospital two days later, and I was fine. The baby was fine, and Blaine and I were stronger than ever. I was in the bedroom when he came home from the meetings he had, and was tinkering with his keyboard. I'd heard a song when I was cleaning that I hadn't heard in years, but it still stuck with me. I figured since Blaine and I were now planning a wedding, it would still be a perfect song.

"Rach?"

"In the bedroom honey!"

I said, still tinkering with the keyboard. He walked into the bedroom and sighed. He was happy to see me, I think. Or maybe he was just mad that I was tinkering with the keyboard. He walked over to me, and pulled me off of the stool and kissed me. We stood there for a couple minutes kissing and it felt so good. He pulled away from me a few minutes later and looked at the keyboard.

"What are you doing, love?"

"I'm trying to do something that you normally do. But then I realized that it's already slow enough. So, I figure that we could use it for our wedding."

"Well what is it?"

"'Everything' by Lifehouse."

Blaine smiled at me and walked over to the CD case. He scrolled through the CDs until he found the one he was looking for. No Name Face. He picked it up off the shelf and put it on. He wanted to hear the song before he made up his mind. He turned to me and then pushed a few buttons on the stereo.

"Rachel Berry, dance with me."

And I nodded. I knew he'd approve of the song, and we danced. I watched him as the song ended and he pulled away from me. He went to the closet and started to change his clothes. He was putting on his dinner clothes of jeans and sneakers. He had a t-shirt on under his button down and he left that on. Things were moving so good for us. I was continuing to tinker with the keys on the keyboard when I felt the baby kick for the first time. I giggled. Blaine turned to look at me.

"Honey?"

"It kicked. The baby kicked…"

I said, rushing over to Blaine so he could feel it. He put his hands on my stomach and felt the baby kick. He looked at me and with tears in his eyes he grinned. He leaned up and kissed me softly, and I knew we were going to be just fine.

Find me here

And speak to me

I want to feel you

I need to hear you

You are the light

That's leading me

To the place

Where I find peace, again

Blaine's POV

The baby kicked, and it was the most exciting thing that could've happened. I kissed her and then she yawned. I led her to the bed, and watched as she fought me to go to bed. I told her it was more about the baby's health and she agreed and closed her eyes, softly making her way towards dreamland. Once I knew she was asleep, I carried my keyboard and some paper into the living room, so not to disturb her, as I was going to write a song about her and I for whenever we decided on taking the plunge. It was then I got the idea. I walked over to the phone and called Kurt. He'd know what Rachel wanted more than I would. I waited for him to pick up.

"Kurt Hummel's office."

"Val, it's Blaine Anderson."

"Ahh, Blaine. Kurt's been expecting your call! I'll connect you."

I waited and wrote some more of the song I was composing while I waited, and then I heard the soft click, and Kurt doing his lunch order. And then I was all set.

"Blaine."

"Kurt."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"My wedding to Rachel. You're her best friend, Kurt. You know what she wants. I want to keep it as low key as possible."

"Low key? Nothing about Rachel Berry is low-key. But you're right. It's your wedding day, and it should be as low-key, and no frills as possible. Okay, we were out at Saks Fifth Avenue yesterday, and she saw this little gold and black lacy number that she thought would've made a good wedding dress. She knows a girl she met doing Sunset that does veil's for wedding dresses. She knows she can do one. That girl's name is Ciara. Her number is in Rachel's phone. The sales lady at Saks, her name is Kimmie. Go in, tell her you're Rachel Berry's fiancee, she'll hook you up."

"Kurt, you're a gem."

"I know. Alright, call me. Let me know how it goes."

"Will do."

I said hanging up. I got the number for Saks and called it. I spoke to Kimmie and she had the dress in Rachel's size. I was going to pick it up in an hour. I then went to get her cell phone, and looked up Ciara's number. I was surprised to find out that her friend Ciara, was actually up and coming designer Ciara Fagan-Carlsbad. Ciara agreed, having seen the dress up close. She decided to send me a rough sketch of the veil and I agreed. I hung up with her and walked into the bedroom. Rachel was moving around the bed and I walked over and crawled in with her.

"Baby? I have to go out for a little bit. Okay? I'll be back. I've got a surprise for you, and I'm hoping you'll love it."

"Okay. I'm going to go back to sleep. Love you."

"Love you too, Princess. I'll be back in a half hour."

"Okay!"

She said, and I snuck out. Operation Plan Rachel's Wedding was in full effect. And it was going to be the best wedding, ever.

You are the strength

That keeps me walking

You are the hope

That keeps me trusting

You are the light

To my soul

You are my purpose

You're everything

How can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you

Would you tell me

How could it be

Any better than this?

I carried the dress into the house and smiled. It suited Rachel's personality perfectly, and I was waiting for the fax to come in with the veil design from Ciara. I put the dress in the front closet and went into the bedroom to check on Rachel. She was still out cold, poor thing was working so hard. She was trying to get things settled for the day she went on maternity leave. The fax machine started buzzing in the office, and I walked out of the bedroom and into my office. I saw the design for the veil and was hooked. It was going to go well with the dress. I emailed Ciara and told her to go ahead with the design for the veil. I threw the veil design in my trash can and smiled when I saw Rachel poke her head in.

"Baby?"

"Rach, honey, I just checked on you…you were out cold."

"I know. I heard you typing away."

"Wow…walls are paper thin. I was writing an email."

"Ahh. So, I was thinking about planning the wedding."

I smiled, trying to keep myself from grinning like an idiot. She couldn't have known that I was planning this whole thing, but knowing Rachel, she had to have an idea. I nodded and she walked back into the bedroom. She came out carrying this book and it wasn't thick like I'd imagined it. I was sitting at my desk, and she came over and laid it out. I opened it and smiled.

"This is my wedding party. Kurt, Mercedes and Tina. You can have whoever you want. I saw this black and gold cocktail dress at Saks with Kurt the other day. I wanna go talk to Kimmie and see if I could get it. And I'm thinking small. No more than our close family and friends. So, my two dads. Puck, Quinn, some of the Warblers, Finn, Meghan. Your mom and dad, your sister. That's all."

I was liking this setup. I wanted something small and intimate, and I was getting my wish. I smiled softly and put my hand on Rachel's face. I rubbed her face softly, and kissed her.

"Let's go out tonight!"

I said to her. She got all kinds of excited when I said that. She started to bounce up and down. She immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number we were both all too familiar with.

"Kurt, it's me. Listen, do you still have those tickets that Darren gave you? You do! Awesome! Blaine and I are having a date night…Sweet! We'll pick them up on the way!"

Rachel said, hanging up. I turned to look at her and smiled. Looked like we were going to see 'How To Succeed In Business' and support Kurt's friend, Darren Criss. He'd landed a two week gig doing the lead of Finch in the play. We got dressed and headed out, knowing we were going to be together and then it all fell apart…

You calm the storms

And you give me rest

You hold me in your hands

You won't let me fall

You steal my heart

And you take my breath away

Would you take me in

Take me deeper now

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you

Would you tell me

How could it be

Any better than this

A couple weeks later, just as things were slowly starting to fall into place for the wedding, I got called into the president of the company's office. It's never good news when you're called into the office of the President of the company. I'd been going over the finances of the next show, and it wasn't looking pretty.

"Mr. Anderson? You've submitted your finance report to me."

"Yes sir. There is no way that we can cut anymore corners without firing most of the office staff."

"Okay, we'll do that."

I looked at him, bewildered. It was one thing to fire stagehands and rehire new ones, but it was completely different to fire the office staff. I was one of those people, and I wasn't about to fire myself. Or Rachel. Rachel was working as my assistant, since the pregnancy had been outed, and we were possibly going to be fired.

"Sir?"

"Fire everybody. You're safe of course…you're the money man. And the script writers are safe, but everyone else is gone."

"Sir? If I may. My fiancee is my second hand. She's my assistant, and true she doesn't take a paycheck, we're expecting a baby."

"I see. Mr. Anderson, your fiancee is safe as well. And congratulations to the both of you. Now, go and get everyone's severance packages worked out."

I couldn't believe this. I'd nodded and walked out of the office. Rachel was out picking up lunch for us, and I can only imagine what she was going to say when she found out. It was too late, though. She was walking through the doors of the office building just as I threw papers across the office. She walked into my office with the bags and I sighed.

"Blaine…you okay? This office is a mess."

"No, I am not. You know he wants me to fire the entire office staff?"

Rachel put the bags down on the table and walked around to me. She knew that I was stressed, and she knew that I'd need her to calm me down. She took my face in her hands and kissed me softly. Then she looked at me.

"He can't do that."

"Yes he can. He's the president of the company. He can do what he pleases. We're safe. I had to vouch for you, because you don't take a paycheck, and he's safe of course. And the script writers, and me."

"He's by law, not allowed to do that. He's going to have to scale back the production, that's all."

"Yeah, well he's not."

"For god's sake, when is enough enough for this man!"

Rachel said, storming out of my office and into his. I was picturing this scenario ending really badly, and I couldn't let Rachel go to bat for me. I tried focusing on what she might or might not be saying to the boss, and continued figuring severance packages for the office staff when Rachel came rolling back into my office a little bit later.

"Okay, we're good."

"What did you do, Rachel?"

"I simply went in there and explained to him that though he wants to have the hugest show on Broadway, the money simply isn't there, and firing the office staff wouldn't help that anyway, because the stage money comes from benefactors."

And of course, Rachel was right. Like always. If there was anything Rachel was, it was smart. She was very business savvy, and she was amazing, and I was lucky to have her. I watched her start to organize the food on my desk and I sighed. I had the craziest idea, and I didn't know if she'd be in or not, but I figured I'd try it.

"Rachel…let's get married."

"We are, silly."

"No, I mean right now."

And then Rachel smiled. I knew that was exactly what she'd wanted, and I knew we'd have the bigger ceremony soon enough, but for now, small and just us is just what we needed. She stood up and nodded. I stood up, grabbed my jacket and walked out. We didn't call anyone. Didn't tell anyone. Just hopped in a taxi and drove off.

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you

Can you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you

Would you tell me

How it could be

Any better than this?

Cause you're all I want

You're all I need

You're everything, everything

We arrived at the courthouse and I looked Rachel in the eye. She was missing someone, and I knew exactly who it was. I handed her the phone, and she giggled. She took it from me and dialed the number. We got out of the cab and I listened to her talk. She gave nothing away and that made me laugh.

"Kurt! Shut up and get down to the courthouse now. Don't ask any questions. Just do it."

She said, hanging up the phone. I went inside to get a marriage certificate at the window, and a few minutes later I saw her dragging Kurt through the lobby. Kurt looked confused, and breathless…but I knew he'd perk up when he found out what we were doing here.

"Okay. What in the hell is so important that I had to cancel a finance meeting to drag my ass down here?"

"We're getting married!"

Rachel squealed. Kurt's face lit up and I read the excitement all over it. He could tell just how excited we were to be doing it. And it was a complete spur of the moment thing. Kurt wouldn't have it any other way, and Rachel wouldn't either. We submitted our marriage license and waited for them to call us. Ten minutes later, we were in the room standing there in front of the judge and Kurt. It was showtime.

You're all I want

You're all I need

You're everything, everything.

You're all I want

You're all I need

You're everything, everything

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you

Would you tell me

How could it be

Any better than this?

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to honor this man, Blaine and this woman, Rachel…in holy matrimony. This is a most beautiful bride, and an even more blessed groom. They want to speak their own vows."

And I looked deep into Rachel's eyes. I knew that this was going to be the best thing that we could've done. So I started.

"We've come full circle, haven't we Princess? First the issues with Kurt, and the baby, and now this. I'm going to keep it short and sweet. I love you. And I cant wait to start our life together. I'm honored you chose me."

Rachel wiped a tear from her eyes and I smiled lovingly at her. She sighed happily, and smiled at me. She stroked my cheek, and I knew things were going to work out swimmingly.

"Blaine, you're it for me. You're my beginning and my end. And the baby is icing on the cake. My career means nothing without you, and I'm glad you chose me. I vow to love you from now to eternity."

Kurt handed the rings to Rachel and I. I slid mine on her finger first and repeated what the judge said, then Rachel did the same thing. The judge looked at us and smiled. Kurt beamed happily and everything seemed right.

"Okay. So, by the power vested in me by the great state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife…you may kiss the bride."

And I leaned in to kiss her. Today was the first night of the rest of my life. And life couldn't be any sweeter.