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Chapter 29
Same Day
"We're going to have to ask them at some point, you know?" Kurt squeezed his lemon into his Diet Coke.
Blaine looked out the window of the tiny café, "I know. I just, was hoping Santana and Hayden would be back together…because it sucks picking one. I should just pick Wes or David…"
"No! We need one of our girls there!" Kurt mentally kicked himself. He had been planning to have both Hayden and Santana be in their wedding. He completely forgot about Finn, until his father mentioned that Finn should probably be a "best man." That completely ruined their plans of having Santana stand next to Kurt and Hayden stand next to Blaine.
Blaine rubbed at his temples, the joy of picking their wedding location diminishing. "Fine. I just…don't want to hurt Santana's feelings."
"It's not like you'd ever know, she keeps everything hidden," Kurt offered as he dug into his roasted vegetable wrap. "But you're going with Hayden?" Kurt asked softly.
Blaine nodded, picking at his chicken Caesar salad with disdain, "Yeah. There are tons of people who I could picture standing next to me, but as my "best man" so to speak, I can only picture her. I guess this means I get to be the bride!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Alright princess. We have to get a lot of planning done today. I can't keep taking off work from the diner to do this. I still need to go in tomorrow for the whole freaking day."
"Why can't you just quit that job, again?" Blaine looked longingly at a plate of fries that passed.
"Because I'm still hoping someone comes in and sees how flawlessly talented I am and decides to write a Tony-winning role just for me." Kurt followed Blaine's eyes, "And why didn't you order a burger and fries if that's what you wanted so badly?"
Blaine snapped his eyes back to Kurt, guilt appearing on his face, "I'm trying to get into shape for the big day. I've been running like five miles a day for the past few weeks."
Kurt blushed, he had noticed that everything about Blaine had become more defined, but he thought he was just imagining it. But now Blaine was starting to look too good. The small tummy he had gained during the holiday season was gone. Kurt wondered if he should be doing the same thing.
"And now that the wedding is in May and not July, I don't even know what I'm going to do. Maybe I should start taking whatever it is that Khloe Kardashian takes…" Blaine trailed off, suddenly no longer interested in his salad.
"Blaine Anderson you will eat that salad. You already look ridiculously good." Kurt winked at Blaine.
Blaine looked grateful and started eating the bits of chicken, "Thanks. You don't even need to work out though, that isn't fair."
Kurt knew for a fact that Blaine snuck out every night around 2AM to eat a bowl of cereal or three, and ate twice as much as he did at meals, but he decided not to point that out. "I just watch what I eat, Blaine. Plus, good genes."
"Yeah, yeah!"
Kurt snapped his fingers, "Never mind that. We need to do a lot of stuff today." Kurt pulled a small binder out of his bag.
"What the hell is that? Another one?" Blaine looked appalled.
"It's the travel version." Kurt amended, flipping open to a page with color splashes, "These are five color options I've decided on. Pick which one you like."
Blaine rolled his eyes but looked over the colors, "What about blue and red? I thought we decided on that?"
Kurt snorted, "When we started dating, when we were juniors in high school. Not everything revolves around Dalton." Kurt gave an indignant sniff and grabbed the book back, "But if you don't like any of these I'll go back to the drawing board and pick something new."
Blaine nearly rolled his eyes again, "Kurt Hummel soon to be Anderson, you give me that book. I liked those colors, I was just merely suggesting something…" Blaine looked at the five color options. Most of them were muted and pale.
He got to the last option and it reminded him somewhat of Kurt's eyes. When Blaine looked up, that was all he saw. "This one, the blue and the green" he said quietly, pointing to the splotches. "And maybe silver?" he added hopefully, "for a little sparkle?"
"Well…" Kurt chewed on the side of his mouth, "it's tradition to have two colors…"
"Because our wedding is so traditional," Blaine joked, reaching over and stealing a pepper that had fallen out of Kurt's sandwich.
"Touché." Kurt thought for a moment and then sighed, "I hate to say this, but silver would look nice too. However, sedated silver, muted silver. No glittery silver."
Blaine knew not to fight anymore.
"And eat faster. We have to pick the invitations, the flowers, and register today." Kurt put the travel binder away, grabbing Blaine's hand over the table as they watched fellow New Yorkers slip and slide outside the window.
When they walked into the printers, Kurt immediately forgot about everything but paper. The thickness, the texture, the color, the stock. Everything.
Blaine walked around looking at the old books lying around as decoration.
Kurt looked around for Blaine, who was about to wander into the "employees only" section, "Blaine!" he hissed, slapping his side to signal Blaine's need to be at his side.
Blaine scurried towards Kurt, "I'm not a dog."
The interatction garnered the attention of an employee who trotted over ot the boys, "Hello!" the man said, "Shopping for anything in particular?"
"Wedding invitations," Kurt offered, examining two completely different styles.
"Congratulations!" the man offered, rubbing his hands together. He recognized Blaine as an Anderson, which meant a great commission for the man. "I'm Ted, I'll help you. What colors are we going for?"
"Teal and lime green," Kurt offered.
"And silver!" Blaine added.
Kurt couldn't help but smile at his fiancé who was trying to get into the spirit of the day.
"We actually have a computer program that can help you choose with those specific colors in mind," Ted showed them to a computer perched on a tall table. He programmed in the colors, "I'll be behind the desk over there, if you need me. Do you have the mailing list? I can start in putting them into the computer."
Kurt didn't want to hand over his list yet, he wasn't sure he was even going to get an invitation at this particular printer yet. "Well, yes…" he handed over the binder. This was the best printer in the city.
The man's grin widened, "Over 200 invitations? I better get moving."
"Hmmm." Kurt's attention was already on the screen. Blaine was clicking through the invitations already, frowning.
"These are all really girly," Blaine commented, clicking through invitation after invitation with flowers on them.
"I know, right?" Kurt frowned, already dreading his decision to hand over the mailing list. Thank god he'd saved it to his computer, Blaine's computer, and several flash drives.
Blaine pulled up an invitation with a peacock feather on it that made Kurt's stomach lurch. "Can we please do this one?" Blaine asked animatedly.
"No."
"But come on, Kurt! We could do a peacock theme!" Blaine started dancing, "Let me see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock cock, cock. I wanna see your peacock…"
"I swear to God," Kurt interrupted, "if you EVER do that again I will not only not marry you, but I will record it and put it on YouTube."
"The shame!"
Kurt swatted Blaine's hand away and looked through the invitations. There were over a thousand, and if he had to stay there all day, they would.
It took forty minutes and almost 400 invitations, but when Kurt saw it, he knew. "This one!" he pointed to it on the screen, as if Blaine needed clarification. "Excuse me? Can I see X5392?"
Ted turned and pulled the invitation out quickly. "This is a beautiful invitation. Just came into the system about three weeks ago. No one has used it yet."
Kurt gave Blaine a sly grin. They would be the first couple to use the invitation. He held it in his hands, the paper was thick, and resembled something letters were written on long ago. The style itself was simple. A simple, teal winding line wound around the outside of the lettering. It was elegant and regal and everything Kurt thought of when he imagined what a wedding should be. "Do you like it?"
Blaine bit his lip and looked at Kurt, "It's beautiful…but is it us?"
Kurt felt his jaw drop, "What do you mean?"
"Kurt. We're 19 and 20. Not 40. Shouldn't out wedding be fun and young? That's why I didn't pick the gray or white wedding colors. I thought the bright green and funky blue were what our wedding needed to be. This is a celebration, not some formal occasion that everyone needs to be uptight at." Blaine pleaded with his eyes.
"But…I really like this." Kurt ran his fingers over the invitation. He hated to admit that once again, Blaine was probably right. "But you're right. It isn't us."
Blaine grinned, "Victory! Let's find something a little more youthful, shall we?"
Ted sighed, "Mr. Anderson, why don't you look through the other laptop?" He didn't want to stand around the shop all day.
Blaine agreed and they both started clicking through various categories. Kurt fell in love with many invitations, but knew they weren't going to suit Blaine.
Blaine still wanted the peacock invitation.
Kurt was starting to lose hope when Blaine gasped.
"Kurt! This one has Cinderella's Castle on it!"
"No."
Blaine frowned, "Fine. Meanie."
Kurt clicked through a few more times, and then he saw it, the invitation he wanted. "Hey Blaine?"
"Yes, love?"
"Does your grandfather still have the family pictures he made us take back in November?" Kurt tapped his foot on the ground, getting excited.
"I mean..they're hanging in the house in Westerville.."
Kurt sighed, "No, does he have the CD or them on file?"
Blaine thought for a moment, "Yes...I have some too. Why?"
Kurt's heart started beating faster, "Do you have them on your flash drive? Like, your wedding flash drive?"
"I…don't have a wedding flash drive. This is my only flash drive. But yes, I do." Blaine looked confused, "I ask again, why?"
"I found it." Kurt turned the laptop and Blaine smiled. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Ted's ears perked up, "Which one?"
"T6338?"
The invitation was a dusty teal color, not quite what Kurt was hoping for, but beautiful. It held three pictures of a couple. Kurt knew the exact three he wanted, one Blaine had, the other two Kurt had. There were light green stripes going down one side, and a faint swirling pattern in the back.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's back, "This is it."
The rest of the appointment was spent arguing over what pictures they wanted. Kurt won. The biggest picture would be a formal one of Kurt and Blaine, with both of them sitting on a swing outside the Anderson home. A friend of the family, who they had to call to get permission to use the photo, took it professionally. The two smaller photos were candids that Kurt kept in a hidden folder on his computer. One showed Kurt and Blaine in their Dalton uniforms, with Pavarotti in the background – Blaine liked that one. The other was of the two of them outside their first apartment in New York, both of them grinning wildly. Blaine thought his hair looked horrible in the picture, but Kurt had his way.
They left the shop feeling tired (Blaine) and excited (Kurt), and when Blaine turned to go home, Kurt caught him by the coat, "If you think we're done, you are sorely mistaken. It is only 3:30. We have an appointment with a florist at four."
"Flowers? How about you pick whatever you want, and I'll just agree? Yes? Good, I'll go home then." Blaine knew he wasn't going to get far.
"Come on. This should only take fifteen minutes. They have 5 sample arrangements picked out for us." Kurt hastened his steps, causing Blaine to jog.
Blaine walked into the floral store and immediately started sneezing. "This is miserable, Kurt! I'm going to die! I'm going to sneeze my internal organs out!"
Kurt glared at him, "Blaine. Twenty minutes. That's all I ask of you."
The woman at the desk overheard them, "Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel?"
Kurt walked forward, "Yes. I'm Kurt. This is Blaine." He pointed to his fiancé who was still sneezing.
"I'm going to have to take Benadryl before the wedding." He groaned, "I'll be sleepy at our wedding."
Kurt followed the woman walking towards the back room, wheeling around to Blaine, "If you are good for this and for registering for gifts, I will give you the best blow job of your life when we get home."
Blaine stopped complaining, "Flower arrangements are beautiful and perfect. They will accent out wedding so much."
"Sarcasm won't get you anything," Kurt grabbed his hand and led him back.
They saw the five arrangements and Blaine grinned at Kurt, poking him in the side, "Kurt! Kurt! That one has peacock feathers!"
"You are a gay man. How do you have no taste at all?"
Blaine acted hurt, "Stereotyping."
The woman removed the peacock feather arrangement from the table. Blaine looked through them, "I don't like the roses."
Kurt motioned for her to take it away.
There were three arrangements left. "This is like Survivor," Blaine giggled.
Kurt couldn't help himself and he pressed a kiss into Blaine's temple, "You are lucky I find you endearing."
"You also love me," Blaine spun the ring on Kurt's hand, "Right?"
"Forever."
The woman cleared her throat, and Kurt glared at her. She was quite rude.
"I like either the calla lily arrangement or the daisies." Blaine finished, proud of himself for knowing the flowers.
"Are the calla lilies dyed?" Kurt asked. He had been leaning towards the simple arrangement as well.
"Yes." The woman held the arrangement up. It was a simple arrangement of twelve stems in a circular vase. It was simple, but beautiful. Kurt knew Blaine liked simple. It was also the cheaper of the two, and they needed almost 30 arrangements.
"We'll take those." Kurt said finally.
The woman started typing up an order form, "Do you need a bridal bouquet as well?"
Kurt looked at the woman, "Do we look like one of us is going to carry a bouquet down the aisle?"
The woman started typing again.
"Be nice," Blaine reminded him, "And I'll reciprocate on your earlier offer."
Kurt laughed, "Okay. You go down to the Starbucks and get yourself a coffee. You've been good, and I need to discuss a few other arrangements with this woman. You'll be bored. I'll be there in no less than thirty minutes."
Kurt finished with the woman and spent a ridiculous amount of money on flowers. But they had what they needed.
Just as Kurt was about to walk into the Starbucks, his phone started buzzing, he saw a random New York number on his phone and answered, "Kurt Hummel speaking?"
"Hello Mr. Hummel, this is Arthur Brisbane from The New York Times Wedding Sections, I was wondering if perhaps you and Mr. Anderson could come in tomorrow to discuss your wedding. Abigail Kirsch just phoned us and we are considering doing a feature on your wedding."
"Oh my god, yes! What time?" Kurt was making faces at Blaine through the window, and he was fairly sure he was going to wet his pants.
"10 AM?"
"Perfect! Thank you!" Kurt hung up his phone after getting some more details, and quickly sat down in a chair, feeling faint.
Blaine ran to Kurt, "Is everything okay?"
"Our wedding. The New York Times. Our wedding, Blaine!" Kurt was crying at this point.
Blaine blew air out of his mouth quickly. He was not going to get through this wedding planning easily. Four hours later, when he is getting kicked out of Macy's with Kurt, who caught him no less than twenty times trying to register for toys, he realizes the fun has just begun.
Kurt had officially gone batshit crazy. He spent the ride home reorganizing his binders and flipping out. "Blaine, we don't have enough time!"
"Kurt, we don't even know if they will cover it..it's just a meeting…" Blaine rubbed at Kurt's back, trying to ease the tension.
Kurt closed his binder, groaning at the feeling of Blaine's hand working his back, "I know. It's just, I have to call off work now. Again. Plus we have to meet with the dance instructor tomorrow night."
Blaine stopped rubbing, "The what?"
"The dance instructor. For our first dance." Kurt said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Kurt. We can dance! We were both in glee club and in shows. We can dance!" Blaine did not want to take dance lessons.
Kurt shot him a patronizing look, "Blaine, you will not climb on a table at our wedding."
Blaine pouted again, "But a dance instructor?"
"Just one lesson. You'll see we need them."
Blaine pouted again. "No fair. I'm a good dancer."
Kurt leaned in, looking at Blaine from underneath his long eyelashes. He pressed his lips near to Blaine's ear, "You still up for my offer from later? Or are your feelings too hurt?"
Blaine suddenly forgot about dance lessons.
This was short, but tomorrow's will be HILARIOUS. :)