Hello lovelies! I'm all moved in my dorm room and snuggly. I probably won't get the chance to finish this story until Thursdayish. BUT...there will be a threequel since that's what most people want. Though...who knows where that threequel will take them? Enjoy :)

Chapter 32

Blaine and Kurt stood in the JFK airport together, holding hands, and stealing shy glances every few seconds. One of them would look at the other, and he would catch it, and they both would turn pink and look away.

In two days, the boys would be married.

While there were over 200 people coming to the wedding, they were only picking up a select few from the airport. But, they were the most important ones.

Over the past two years, their friends and family had been scattered throughout the whole country, but they were all flying in at various times throughout the day to attend the bachelor parties that Hayden and Finn were throwing.

It was a unique situation, because the boys shared so many friends, and no one wanted to pick between them. Hayden insisted that they couldn't have the parties together because that was no fun, so they worked out a rotating schedule that allowed everyone to see both boys throughout the night. She also insisted that she got to throw Kurt's party, which left Finn to plan Blaine's.

Blaine wasn't so sure he liked the idea, but he was looking forward to see the boy's attempt.

He had been in the city for over a week, helping them with last minute details. Hayden had closed the store for the week, and Santana took off work.

The past week had been filled with last minute tastings, decoration shopping, adding things to their sold out registry, a spa trip, and attempting to find Abu a tux that Kurt approved of.

Blaine was tired, but excited to see his family again, and they were the first ones off of the Blaine. Blaine ran to his parents and grandparents, pulling Kurt along with him, "Mom, Dad! Grandpa, Nana!" Kurt smiled because he knew Blaine only said 'Nana' when he was really excited about seeing her.

"Blaine!" Angela wrapped her arms around her son, squeezing him, "I cannot believe this is your wedding weekend!" Kurt saw a few tears fall, but she wiped them away before Blaine could see. "Kurt!" Angela grabbed him, brushing her hands through his hair as they hugged, "I cannot wait to see everything for this wedding. I've been practicing tying bows!"

Blaine hugged his father and his father just put a hand on his shoulder and stared, "I'm proud of you," he said quietly. He turned to Kurt and said the same thing.

Jack Sr., still full of life, grabbed Blaine and started rubbing his head, "You could start a fire with this brillo pad, Blainers!"

"Nana, help!" Blaine reached his arms out for his grandmother, who gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Kurt noticed she was slightly more feeble than she had been before, but chalked it up to too much time on the plane.

"Kurt my man! How's it going? You ready to be in this family forever?"Jack hugged him quickly, "You know son, I almost had to ride in coach just to pay for this wedding."

Kurt opened his mouth but no sound came out.

"I'm just kidding you. You actually spent way less than Angela over here did." Jack turned to Angela who smiled and wrapped her hand into Jack Jr.

"It was worth it though. The wedding of the year."

Jack left out another wheezing laugh, "I think Kurt here is going to beat it, if the receipts tell me anything."

Kurt blushed deeply, but the man gave him a kind smile.

"Well, we're actually headed to the hotel now. We know you boys don't want us around." Jack Jr. finally said after a few minutes of idle chatter, "We're all coming over tonight for dinner, right Kurt?"

"Right!"

"And I'm helping!" Blaine said proudly.

Angela and Catherine both looked frightened.

"Hey! Those cooking lessons helped. I made Kurt spaghetti last week, and mashed potatoes. I'm really good at pasta!" Blaine smiled proudly and looked to Kurt for backup.

"He is quite good with pasta. But we'll see you all later around seven?" Kurt smiled at the family, "And you all do know you were welcome to stay at the apartment right? I mean, it is technically yours…"

"Technically, you both have your names on the apartment." Jack. Sr. corrected, "And I'm sure your parents feel much better sleeping there, Kurt."

Kurt was thankful that the Andersons decided to get hotels and let Carol and Burt stay there. They were having many issues figuring out what hotel to stay in.

"Thank you again. But speaking of them, we really should be off to get them off the plane." Kurt and Blaine rushed to the next gate to find Burt and Carol walking through the terminal.

Carole's eyes filled with tears when she saw the boys, "Oh my god, boys! I can't believe the weekend is here!" she threw her arms around both of them, crying as Burt looked on warily.

Burt hugged both boys when Carole finished, appraising them, "You two should be eating more. You both look terribly thin." He suggested.

Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled lovingly at Burt. "I miss you, dad."

"We miss you too, son. That Skype thing is great, but it's nice to be able to see you in person. You too Blaine, even though I know in two days you are doing to deflower my son."

Kurt whimpered, "Deflower? Really dad?"

Blaine bit his lip and made eye contact with Carole, who was trying just as hard not to laugh.

Kurt shook his head, "You know you're about three years too late, right?"

Burt's blush rivaled Kurt's but he stood his ground, "Let me pretend, Kurt."

"Mr. Hummel, why don't I get you a cab," Blaine stammered, suddenly reverting back to his high school ways. "Kurt, I'll meet you at the terminal to get Puck and Quinn." Blaine took the couple outside and got them a cab, something he was positive they couldn't manage on their own.

When he returned, he saw Puck and Quinn standing with Kurt. Puck ran to Blaine, "Blaine my man!" he picked up Blaine, spinning him around and causing several people to stare at them, "You treating my boy Hummel okay?"

"Of course, it's great to see you, Puck." Blaine felt bad for not keeping in contact as frequently as he wanted to with Puck. They had a bond while they were both in high school and the summer afterwards.

"And Quinn, you look beautiful as ever," Blaine kissed her cheek. The couple had recently gotten back together after some time apart. "How's college going?"

"OSU is great. A lot of fun. A lot of work. I just really want to get out and teach." Quinn held Puck's hand, "But I really love the kids."

Puck grinned, "And I'm ready to support her too. If you guys ever need a pool put in, I'm your guy. I won't even charge you to come all the way up here."

"Noah, we live in an apartment," Kurt reminded him.

"The offer still stands."

"Anyway. The party bus is waiting outside of the west entrance. Do you guys want to go relax or do you want to wait for the others?"

"Can we go stow away our things?" Puck kept his waist around Quinn as several men wolf whistled at her.

"Yes," Kurt said quickly, wanting to get Puck away from the group.

Mercedes was the next to arrive, with her plus one in tow, someone neither Kurt nor Blaine expected, "Sam!" Kurt hugged the blonde boy and grinned, "We didn't expect you to be the plus one!"

"Well when you all forgot about me, Mercedes figured I should come," he joked, hugging Blaine.

"Puck is by baggage now if you all want to go stow your luggage." Blaine commented, grinning at Mercedes, "You are gorgeous, Mercedes."

She blushed but kissed his cheek, "Always the charmer, Mr. Anderson. But I do believe you are marrying Kurt."

"Gotta keep the options open," Blaine joked with a wink, ducking into kiss Kurt's cheek.

"PARTY'S HERE!" a small bundle squealed, attacking Blaine and squeezing his waist.

"Mel!" Blaine laughed, tentatively hugging the girl.

"Please don't mind her, they kept her caged up on the flight," Jade joked hugging Kurt tightly.

Both pairs just stared at each other, so many unspoken words shining in their eyes.

"I cannot how grown up you two are," Jade commented, taking in their stance and outfits.

"Right? You both look so good though!" Mel gushed, smiling softly at Kurt.

Over the next two hours Tina and Mike (both flying in from American University in DC), Artie fresh from Penn State, a group of Blaine's brothers, Wes, David, Thad, Jeff, Nick, and Lauren Zizes joined the group.

"Flight 329 from Las Vegas landing in terminal 40b in five minutes," a voice over the loudspeaker announced.

"That's Brittany," Kurt said, standing from his spot on Blaine's lap.

Both Blaine and Kurt were nervous about Brittany flying in for their wedding. Both had been harping on Santana and Hayden to get back together, and Brittany showing up would hopefully not mess everything up.

The bubbly blonde arrive to the group ten minutes later, grinning as she greeted her old friends. No one else had seen her since graduation. "Hiya everyone!" she gushed, "I've missed you all so much. And so did Lord Tubbington! He can't wait to see you!"

Blaine choked on his water, "You brought your cat?"

"Your cat is still alive?"

Brittany nodded, "Of course. I got a hotel that was animal friendly. You know I can't go a day without Tubby. But I have to go get him. Will some of you boys come with me?" Brittany winked over her shoulder at them, and many of the Warbler boys followed her like lost puppies.

"One more!" Kurt said happily.

"Who?" Puck looked around the group, "Rachel and Finn are here, right? And San."

"Dave Karofsky." Kurt said, looking around the airport, "He's coming in from Texas."

"What's he doing in Texas?" Blaine asked, being truly interested.

"Football at Texas State," Kurt shrugged, "He's bringing a plus one too…but I don't know who…"

Blaine shrugged, "I'm glad he can make it."

Puck, still not able to get over high school rivalries, sighed.

Forty minutes later, Dave walked through the terminal, arm-in-arm with a blonde boy. "Kurt, Blaine!" He greeted them, smiling, "It's so great to see you again. Congratulations!"

Both boys smiled and hugged him quickly. Puck still scowled, and many of them greeted him coldly. But he didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you so much for coming," Kurt put a hand on his shoulder, "It means so much."

"Of course. This is Neil," he motioned to the blonde boy, "my boyfriend."

"Hello Neil!" the entire group chorused.

"Well, I hate to cut this party short, but we do have to get on the bus." Kurt and Blaine decided to get a party bus to take the group from the airport to each group member's respective hotel. Everyone in the group other than Kurt, Blaine, Santana, and Finn were going to dinner together.

Kurt insisted that since tomorrow was the night of the bachelor parties, they hold an informal wedding rehearsal. Kurt had run through the ceremony with everyone at least five times, including Jack Sr. who was officiating the wedding, via Skype.

Rehearsal

"Okay, now imagine everything is decorated and beautiful. We're doing that all day tomorrow." Kurt showed the family the Lighthouse. "We decided to have the couple walk in, and then Finn and Hayden, and finally Blaine and I will walk down together."

"You aren't going to dance down?" Burt joked, nudging Carole.

"No. Blaine dancing once is going to be enough." Kurt was still peeved about their dance lessons, but he gave up. Blaine would be fine dancing as he was.

"Honey I will be dancing all night," Blaine reminded him.

"Let's focus on one disaster at a time, shall we?" Kurt murmured, playfully kissing behind Blaine's ear. "Anyway, then once we're all down, Santana will sing."

Santana grinned from her spot in the front row. Both Blaine and Kurt noticed the small smile Hayden shared with her.

"Do you have your part memorized?" Kurt asked Jack Sr.

"Of course I do, boy. You both are going with the traditional vows, correct?" He clarified.

Finn had a weird look on his face, "Why?"

Kurt turned a dignified face to Finn, "Because we have fought for years to get this right. Besides, those words are the words that have been spoken millions of times to marry people. There is something so romantic about saying them to the person I love and having him say them back. We have our whole lives to say what we truly feel about each other, but we only get one shot at this." Kurt gripped Blaine's hand. This was something they both felt passionate about.

Finn shrugged, "Seems like a good reason."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine and they ran through the rest of the ceremony. "Do you have rice, dear?" Carole wondered aloud, "Or are you doing bubbles?"

"We're actually doing white rose petals."

"Oh, that is so sweet."

Blaine mumbled something that sounded remarkably close to "sneezing" but he just grinned at Kurt when he looked at him.

"Anyway, and from there we will all go for pictures while our guests go upstairs for a cocktail hour and the start of the reception. We'll probably be an hour and a half two hours." Kurt crossed off things on his list. "Blaine, did you bring binder five?"

Blaine opened his bag and pulled out the thick binder, "Of course I did."

Kurt looked through the binder again, ripping off Post-its and crossing things off. Blaine stared at him for a few minutes, getting a dopey look on his face. Kurt looked up at smiled, "What?"

"I love you. So much," Blaine whispered, blinking back tears.

Kurt wiped a stray tear away, "Hey. No crying. Save that for tomorrow."

Blaine blinked a few times but more tears came. "I'm sorry,"

Kurt pulled him into a big hug, kissing at a few tears, "Don't be sorry to be happy about this, Blaine." Kurt paused for a moment, swallowing thickly, "I love you too. I wish we could just get officially married right now."

They practiced the vows next, and the only person who didn't cry was Abigail, who sat in the front row snapping photographs of the weepy room.

Kurt's eyes shone bright blue by the time he was done crying, "This is going to be terrible tomorrow if no one can keep the waterworks down."

"I'll start the ark," Burt joked, though he probably was the one who cried the most.

Blaine thumbed away a few more tears on Kurt's face, breaking into a watery smile. "I don't know if I've ever been this happy," he leaned his forehead against Kurt's, "You are amazing."

Kurt and Blaine spent the rest of the rehearsal clutching to each other, both wanting to slow down the moment and speed it up.

The Next Night

"Why can't we have this together?" Blaine whined as Kurt picked out his outfit for the night.

Kurt held up two pairs of jeans, judging which would look worse on Blaine. He wasn't taking any chances. "They wanted to stick to tradition, because we are a traditional couple." Kurt held out a pair of jeans, "Wear these."

"These make my butt look big." Blaine complained, slipping the jeans on and inspecting himself in the mirror.

"Well…."

Blaine caught Kurt's eye in the mirror, "Soon to be Mr. Anderson, are you saying I have a big butt?"

"I'm just saying you don't have the smallest butt. Don't worry, I like it," Kurt winked at Blaine before slapping his butt and running out of the room.

Blaine laughed and ran after Kurt, catching him easily and tickling him to the floor. He pinned him between his legs, tickling his sides and causing Kurt to let out peals of high pitched laughter. "You like big butts and you cannot lie," Blaine sang softly.

"Oh god, please don't." Kurt whined, slightly out of breath from laughing.

"Well, Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda…." Blaine chorused, holding his fingers threateningly to Kurt's side again.

"My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, Hun," Kurt sang, eyeing Blaine's fingers. "That song is horrible. Why do you know so much horrible rap music?"

"Phases," Blaine murmured, leaning down to Kurt's lips.

"As cute as this little love scene is," Santana's voice broke through their moment, "We really need you two to get moving. We needs to get our drink on."

"How did you get in?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt off the floor.

"Hayden and I had keys made long ago," she said off-handedly. "Finn sent me to get you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine gulped, "Do I have to go? I have a feeling this is going to be bad." For the first time, he looked at what Santana was wearing. She looked amazing, even Blaine could see that. She was wearing a short, tight red dress and very high heels. "You look sexy, Santana."

"Blaine, you haven't even had any alcohol yet!" Kurt chastised. But he appraised Santana, "But you do."

She shrugged, "Can't be tamed."

"Is that for Brittany?" Blaine asked casually, slipping his watch on and trying to take as much time as possible.

Santana looked annoyed, "Can you just hurry up before I castrate you?"

"Ready."

Santana led Blaine out to the town car and settled in, "So you're going to this club that your grandfather rented out for the evening. All of the bartenders know your family…so we're all allowed to drink and whatnot."

Blaine laughed, "I guess the rules don't apply to those with connections."

The ride over was short, and when Blaine stepped out of the car he could already hear the music playing loudly.

Santana adjusted herself, not caring if Blaine saw, and gulped, "Ready?"

"Who's here?" Blaine feigned interest.

"I literally have no idea." Santana shrugged, "That was all between Hayden and Finn. I was just the ushering crew."

When Blaine walked in, he saw a group of people dancing inside the small club. Brittany, Jeff, Nick, Finn, Rachel, Jesse St. James, Mel, Jade, and a few of his brothers were all together laughing.

"There's the birthday boy!" Brittany called, already sipping on a cosmopolitan.

Blaine just laughed as a drink was thrust in his hand, he sipped at it, not wanting to actually get too drunk.

He spent the first hour mingling and nursing his drink, but in the second hour, everyone made it his or her personal missions to get him as drunk as quickly as possible.

Mel, who was dancing alongside Finn who couldn't help but stare at Rachel and Jesse, decided that people weren't getting drunk enough. "Let's play THUMPER!" she screamed.

The brothers, Blaine, Jesse, Jade, and to everyone's surprise Jeff and Nick immediately sat in a circle. The others looked confused. "It's a game," Blaine clarified. "Sit in the circle and we'll help."

Forty-five minutes and twenty rounds later, everyone was feeling pretty good about themselves. "What's the name of the game?" Nick bellowed out.

"THUMPER!" everyone screamed.

"and why do we play the game?"

"To get fucked up!" Jeff made a thumbs up sign, his signal and then and okay sign, Finn's signal.

Finn quickly made the okay sign and then a peace sign, meaning it was Mel's turn.

Mel made a peace sign and gave the finger, signaling Santana.

Santana gave the finger and then gave the Spock sign.

That meant it was Blaine's turn. Blaine gave the Spock sign and paused, "shit, I can't think of anyone else's." His brain was already fogging up.

"Drink!" Santana cheered, passing him a shot of tequila. "DRINK!"

Blaine drank the shot quickly, reveling in the burning. "I think we've had enough," he laughed, standing and pulling Jeff and Nick with him, "Let's dance!"

The group dances for another hour, all switching partners every few minutes. Blaine started dancing with Jade, who was probably the most sober in the room, "It's so good to see you, Blaine," Jade laughed, swiveling her hips into his.

"It's great to see you too," he gushed, "Kurt misses you so freaking much."

"I miss him too. You better take care of him. He's special," she commented.

Blaine nodded, "I will." All of a sudden a dam broke inside of Blaine and he started crying.

"What's wrong?" Jade asked, looking around the room frantically for Finn or Santana.

"I miss Kurt!" Blaine said, "I want to see him!"

"Oh Lord."

Santana was dancing with Mel and she heard everything, "Hobbit, Kurt is enjoying his bachelor party too. Soon we're switching groups and you can hear how he's doing."

Blaine pouted but continued to dance with Jade.

Santana rolled her eyes, "Oh, I bought you a present."

"You didn't have to!" Blaine yelled over the music.

Santana motioned for the music to be cut and a giant screen started coming down. Finn looked bewildered, "This wasn't in the plan, Santana."

Blaine looked at Jade with wide eyes, "What's going on?"

"I have no idea, baby."

Santana stood on a barstool to make herself taller, "Ladies and gentlemen. I have a present for groom #1. As many of you know a certain man came into the lives of Kurt and Blaine this year and made their lives..complicated. Needless to say, they were the amazing people they always are, and helped him get back on his feet and go home. I thought Blaine would like to see what kind of job Bryce got." Santana held up a DVD entitled A Beautiful Hind. "We're going to take shots every time Blaine feels superior to him. So basically, we'll all be drinking the whole time."

Everyone was far too gone to realize that watching porn in the middle of a club was probably not the classiest thing they could do. But Blaine had to admit, he felt superior the entire time.

Meanwhile, Kurt was sipping wine and laughing with Mercedes, Wes, David, Puck, Quinn, Lauren, Dave, and a few others. Hayden made sure everyone was always full and they were all having good discussion.

"You realize your fiancé is probably drunk off his ass right now, right bro?" Puck laughed, choking down more wine.

Kurt, who had already consumed more wine then he thought he would, nodded, "Jade and Finn are there. He's fine. Plus Santana," Kurt saw Hayden pout slightly at the mention of her ex girlfriend's name.

"Yeah. She's there, with Brittany." She put a hand over her mouth, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.."

"No, no. It's fine," Kurt reassured her, "Hey, you'll find someone, right?"

Hayden drained her glass, "Yeah. I'm hot," she reasoned.

Puck nodded, earning himself a slap from Quinn.

Dave sat with his hand entwined in his boyfriend's, smiling at everyone. "Guys, I'm really glad you all are being cool with me being here."

Lauren shrugged her shoulders, "Kurt and Blaine wanted you here. That's all that matters to me."

Everyone else nodded their heads as Hayden went around with more wine. "Everyone, I have something to say," she chimed, "I don't know many of you, but I want to thank you all for coming together for Kurt as well as for Blaine. They are both amazing, amazing men that deserve each other. We all know them from different times in their lives, but I think we can all agree that they've both grown together in ways that even someone who knows them for less than a year can see. I can't imagine what it looks like to those of you who knew them before they knew each other. Let's use this weekend to celebrate both of them, their journeys, and their love. Cheers!" Everyone clinked their glasses together and echoed her sentiments.

Kurt sipped at his wine and fell into a conversation with Wes and David, who were both slightly red faced. Seeing them interact made Kurt realize that Kurt and Blaine really had come so far. They were completely different than most of their friends now. Their friends were still in college and still growing.

Kurt and Blaine may have taken a crash course in growing up, but Kurt decided in that moment that he wouldn't change it for anything.

"You're going to make him happy," Wes said to Kurt, "I remember how sad he was before he met you. He always tried to cover it up, but we knew."

Puck, who had been listening in, nodded, "Kurt too. He tried to cover it with sarcasm and bitchiness, hey dude it's true, You two are perfect for each other."

Kurt nodded, suddenly feeling an emptiness. Blaine deserved to hear this too. "I miss him," he sighed, "I wish we could have just had these together."

Hayden saw Kurt's pout, "Who wants to karaoke?" for the first time, Kurt noticed that there was a makeshift stage set up in Hayden's store, where his party was.

Puck was the first to jump up, "I haven't had a chance to sing in front of some of you guys in years. Totally me."

Everyone took turns singing and dancing on the stage as everyone became warmer and felt fuzzier. Even Hayden, who everyone agreed sounded like a dying hyena, sang.

Blaine sat back and watched his friends leave the club. He had fifteen minutes alone to plot. He needed to get out of the club and see Kurt. He missed him so much. "I have to potty," he whispered in a snicker to Finn, who was too consumed in a piece of his own hair to even notice that Blaine left.

Sneaking into the bathroom, Blaine pulled out his cell phone. He took nearly five minutes to find Kurt's number, but eventually he did and he typed out a message.

Misssss youuuu,, babi. Meet I behnd th stroe.

Sending the message off, he sat and waited until he realized Finn probably noticed he was gone, and was therefore looking for him.

Blaine snuck out again to find Finn looking under a barstool, "Sorry man, I thought you were gone."

Blaine laughed, "Sorry. Fell in."

"Been there."

Blaine felt his phone vibrate and he had to create a diversion. "Hey Finn. I left I think something in bathroom." Blaine tried to act overly drunk and stumble into the bathroom.

"Woah there. I'll get it." Finn didn't realize he had no idea what he was looking for, but he disappeared into the bathroom.

Blaine pulled out his phone and read his message from Kurt:

U R Drunk

"So are you," Blaine thought, "You only use chatspeak then."

Butt I miss u. C U in 5!

Blaine ran towards the door, slipping through just as Finn found what he thought Blaine was looking for – a toilet brush.

Blaine ran at full speed down the street, even hurtling a small dog. A small boy who was walking with his father yelled, "LOOK! A LEPRECHAUN!" To which Blaine just snorted and kept running.

When he finally got to the store, he was winded and clutched onto Kurt, who was a mess of giggles. "Your hair is really curly. I like it curly. I like running my fingers through it…"

Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt, tasting the wine and champagne on his lips. "You taste sweet," Blaine murmured, putting his hand to the back of Kurt's head.

"You taste like beer," Kurt whispered, "I like it. But shhh! It's a secret."

Blaine got wide-eyed, "I swear I won't tell anyone."

"Promise with a kiss?" Kurt pouted, leaning in and kissing Blaine deeply.

Blaine pushed Kurt back against the first solid thing he found, hitching Kurt's legs around his back. "I want you," he growled.

"Outside?" Kurt smirked, "Yes…please."

Blaine latched himself onto Kurt's neck, causing him to moan loudly.

"KURT HUMMEL. IF BLAINE FINDS OUT YOU ARE CHEATING ON HIM BY A DUMPSTER…" Hayden started screeching when her eyes narrowed, "BLAINE ANDERSON. WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

"Wanted to see Kurt?" Blaine asked, hiding behind his taller fiancé. "Please don't hurt me."

Santana popped out, "Hay is everything okay?"

Hayden jumped back when Santana spoke to her, "Y-Yes. Blaine and Kurt just happened to find each other."

Santana looked around the dumpster, "Blaine Anderson, get over here."

"This is your fault." He whispered to Kurt, "Close your eyes, they won't be able to see us!" Both boys closed their eyes and gripped each other.

"Fine," Santana sighed, "I've got him." Santana grabbed Blaine's ear and led him all the way back to the club, "You have everyone worried sick. You can't go one night without getting in Hummel's pants? Maybe he's the one who should be doing porn."

"No! That's mine to see, and mine only!" Blaine gabbed, "Mine. All mine."

"Whatever, go get drunker. And if I find out that you tried to sneak away again, your eyebrows will be gone for your wedding." Santana walked back to the store, her heels clicking the entire time while she berated herself for talking to Hayden.

The next few hours passed in a haze for everyone involved. Blaine and Kurt remember nothing about happened the next when they wake up.

But they do each remember one very important thing – they are getting married, and couldn't be happier.

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