The Wedding
Blaine paces nervously, not knowing Kurt is currently doing the exact same thing. He jumps when Burt puts his hand on his shoulder, and then sighs in relief knowing it's him.
"Hey, you're going to do great, Blaine. You're fine. He loves you more tan words can describe. Trust me, every conversation I had with him after he met you was Blaine, Blaine, Blaine! And after you kissed him, kid, one day, I finally yelled at him,' Why don't you two just go and get married already!' But instead of being upset that I yelled at him, Kurt says, 'I better go start planning, dad! You're right.'"
Blaine laughs at that. Kurt started planning this six years ago. He's no longer nervous, he realizes.
"Good luck, kid, not that you'll need it." Burt says, smirking. He walks out.
Meanwhile, Kurt is on the beach gnawing his nails off as the music starts playing. Everyone ceases talking and Blaine walks in. Kurt gasps quietly. Though he knows exactly what Blaine was going to wear already, he never could have imagined just how amazing Blaine would look.
Blaine was clad in a similar outfit as Kurt, a typical groom's outfit, but with a twist: a black suit with a white shirt underneath and black dress pants. Blaine's twist was a red bowtie; Kurt's was frills on his suit, of course; he was Kurt. Blaine finally makes it over to Kurt and whispers in his ear,
"Just so you know… you look so incredible… I really want to rip off all of your clothes right now." Kurt blushes and Blaine smirks; that had been his plan anyway, though it was true. The priest starts the ceremony.
"We are all gathered here today to celebrate the bringing together of the now Hummel-Anderson's." Kurt smiles; he'd wanted them to be the Anderson-Hummel's, but Blaine insisted the man's name was always first, to which Kurt replied, "What's that supposed to mean?" Playfully.
"You may now recite your vows." They had written their own vows because they wanted them to be special.
"Will you go first? I'm really nervous." Kurt admits to Blaine, whispering in his ear. Blaine bites his lip.
"S-sure." He stutters. "Kurt, I promise to never, ever hurt you again, and to respect you, and kiss you whenever you want, to love you forever and always and never let you go." He smiles playfully at Kurt, his eyes full of love. "Your turn."
"B-Blaine." Kurt mumbles. "I-I promise to always be there for you and never neglect you or make you feel unwanted." He pauses and continues, speaking louder now. "I promise to always care about you, to still make you blush when we've been married to fifteen years, and to always be the sarcastic, snarky bitch you love." He looks down. "And to always love the starry-eyed, confident, incredible," Kurt smirks. "Insanely hot man I married. Now where is he?" Blaine rolls his eyes.
Blaine shyly slides on Kurt's ring, and Kurt does the same.
"You may now kiss your husband." The priest didn't have to say it twice. Blaine practically jumps Kurt and everyone claps. They break away and Blaine yells, "Now let's party!" Everyone rushes to the party, Kurt and Blaine hand in hand.