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A/N: Title stolen from For Good from Wicked. Belated fills for Hummelberry Week on tumblr. Today's theme: weddings.


They were still in the hotel room, getting ready to leave for the church. Rachel thought she should be panicking or something, but it's hard to do when Kurt so clearly has everything under control. He sent the wedding party on their way, made sure that Finn was up and dressed, and had a bag filled with what he called 'emergency supplies'. (The emergency bag was a small backpack. Rachel didn't want to know what was inside.)

Her dads had already come and gave their best wishes, crying like they wouldn't be seeing her in twenty minutes at the church itself. If they had stayed any longer, Rachel knew she would have been crying, but Kurt seemed to sense this and sent both them away with promises that he would take care of their little girl.

Hiram had pressed a kiss to his forehead, sighing wistfully. "Baby girl, you know we love Finn, but his brother is such a catch."

"He's also taken," Rachel had complained, waving Kurt's left hand in around, "Now go before someone accuses you of being a cradle snatcher."

"Wouldn't want that," Leroy agreed pleasantly.

Her dads hugged her one last time and then hurried out the door. It was only her and Kurt in the room then, the most alone that Rachel had been in days. She sat down in front of the vanity, studying herself in the mirror. Her hair was in a loose bun, a veil pinned to the very top with a pretty shell comb. The dress she wore was one she picked out with her closest friends and family, crying a little when she first tried it on in a tiny New York boutique. Rachel didn't even notice her make up, because she was focused on the smile that she couldn't have stopped even if she tried.

"I'm getting married," Rachel said, awestruck.

Kurt smiled, slipping into his tuxedo jacket. "That you are, Miss Berry."

"You're going to be my brother. Not that I didn't think of you that way before or that my wedding will change out relationship, but-"

"Rachel," Kurt interrupted, placing his hands on her shoulders as if to steady her, "You need to breathe or else you'll pass out."

She nodded, taking a deep breath in before looking at their image in the mirror. There was no denying that this was her day to look radiant, but with tuxedo on and his hands pulling his tie snug against his throat, Kurt looked undeniably handsome. God, Rachel thought, We've made it so far since high school.

"I'm ready to go," Rachel said, even though she still had ten scheduled minutes left for prep.

Kurt nodded and began to gather up everything they'd need at the church. Rachel tried to help, but he declared that she couldn't lift a thing on her wedding day except the bouquet. That made her laugh, quick and soft, as love for the man made her feel warm. He was her best friend and, by the end of the day, she'd have him as a brother in addition to Finn as her husband. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Alright," Kurt said, surveying the room, "I think that's everything, but I want to run over a quick checklist with you."

Rachel had no clue what he was talking about, but nodded anyway. Kurt smiled, pulling a small piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. Clearing his throat, he gave her his most serious look and said, "Do you have something old?"

She would have laughed, but it caught in her throat and turned into a little sob. Kurt dutifully passed her a tissue to dab at the corners of her eyes, waiting for the answer. "The veil is from senior year."

Ever since Finn had proposed again, everyone seemed to have suddenly forgotten that they had tried to get married five years before. It drove Rachel insane, until one day Kurt had produced her old wedding veil out of thin air and declared that it would be the good luck charm for this wedding. Rachel would have bet money that was what Kurt was thinking about as he crossed the first thing off the list with a dramatic swipe.

"You have something new, right?"

The whole room was filled with new things she had gotten for the wedding. From the dress to her underwear, almost everything about this day had been purchased in the past twelve months to prepare. Still, Rachel raises her right hand to show off the gold bracelet there. Finn had given her last night, apologizing because it wasn't particularly expensive, because they'd already spent so much on their wedding bands. Rachel loved it anyway.

Even if Kurt didn't know the story behind the bracelet, he nodded officially and, with even more dramatic flair, crossed another thing off his list. "Do you have the mandatory borrowed item?"

"I love you, Kurt," she told him softly, pulling her best friend into a hug.

It had been a random day that they both had off, months ago. They had gone to the little cafe they both liked to pour over Rachel's wedding book and plan any upcoming shopping trips they'd need to make. Kurt drank his coffee as Rachel rambled on about something or another. When she stopped and looked to him for a response, Kurt just tilted his head and said, "I have a pearl hair comb that belonged to my mother. If you want, it could be a stunning addition to your wedding ensemble."

When the hug was over, Kurt smoothed his jacket back down before adjusting the comb in Rachel's hair, which carefully held her veil in place. He didn't bother to cross that one off the list, because he was too busy beaming at Rachel.

"Finally, do you have something blue?"

This time, Rachel let out another quick laugh. The color scheme for the wedding had been shades of blue and silver. His vest was baby blue and her nails had been painted periwinkle. At the church, there was blue chiffon draped elegantly along the pews and forget-me-nots were a main feature in her bouquet. She didn't have to answer and Kurt didn't cross it off, just pulled her in close and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Giving her a gentle squeeze, Kurt said, "Rachel Berry, let's get you married."