Kurt showered thoroughly and took his time with his moisturizing routine. Marrying a stranger against his will or not, there was no reason to not look his best. Though he hadn't slept, the shower had refreshed him and with renewed energy he opened his garment bag to reveal the suit he would be married in. The custom, tailored suit fit him perfectly, showing off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He had designed and sewed it himself, down to the renowned 'KH' sewed into the inner jacket pocket. It was a charcoal gray, three piece suit. He would wear a lighter gray button up shirt under the vest with a deep maroon tie. To top it off, his silver scissors broach and chain would drape across his front.
When his father knocked on his door at eleven o'clock, Kurt finished putting his shoes on and opened the door.
"Son, you look great," Burt said with a hesitant smile. "I didn't think you would be willing to go formal."
Kurt returned his smile. "I did consider going in a pair of Finn's sweats, but I am Kurt Hummel. There is bound to be photographers and I must do my label proud. Every day is a day to look fabulous, even if it is the worst day of your life," he said, his smile disappearing. He rubbed his hands together, trying to bring some warmth to his fingers.
"Were you able to eat anything?" Burt asked, stepping forward as Kurt motioned him to come closer.
Untying his father's tie and knotting it into a Windsor knot, Kurt nodded. "I got about half a bagel down. Anymore and I would have made myself sick. I don't know when I'll be able to eat again, it's not like we're having a reception. By the way," Kurt said, grabbing the now wrinkled manila envelope. "Dad, I'd like you to meet my husband-to-be."
Rolling his eyes at his son, Burt sat on the bed and pulled out the information. "Well, at least he is the creative type like you."
"That is all well and good, but us creative types tend to be rather self involved. That doesn't lend well to marital bliss," Kurt replied.
Carole appeared at the doorway. "Oh Kurt, you look wonderful," she said, smiling.
"As do you, Carole. That sheath dress certainly suits your shape. I take it we need to get going?" Kurt asked, trying to be brave. All he really wanted to do was dive into his father's arms and rail and sob about how unfair this whole thing was and how he'd wanted to fall in love. He wanted to be romanced and wooed, not assigned to a stranger. But his father didn't need any extra stress. Though his father had remained healthy over the years, Kurt was determined to never put him at risk. Not to mention, tears and yelling wouldn't change a single thing.
"Yes, it's time," Carole said quietly.
Kurt looked into the mirror and made sure his hair was still perfectly coiffed, ignoring the nerves and bats wreaking havoc in his stomach. "Well, then. Let's do this, shall we?"
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The Hummels arrived at the courthouse with several minutes to spare, locating the courtroom, and pausing in the doorway. The room was filled with people, some dressed formally, others in jeans and t-shirts.
"Holy shit," Kurt muttered. "We don't even get a private courtroom? How the hell are we supposed to figure out who he is?"
"I guess they'll call your names," Burt figured. "Come on, let's find a seat."
Burt, Carole, and Kurt found a small area available on a bench. Kurt chose to stand against the wall, gazing around the room, wondering where his future husband was. Other men and women were doing the same thing, looking around with a variety of expressions. Curiosity, fear, dread, anger. Kurt could understand all of it, feeling all of those things himself. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. Blaine Anderson had a CD out. If that was the case, Kurt could Google him and see what he looked like. Yanking his phone out, he turned it on, only to be interrupted by the court clerk who asked for all cell phones to be turned off, as the judge was on the way. Cursing quietly and irritated that he hadn't thought of it sooner, Kurt turned his phone off and stood at attention.
"Please rise for the Honorable Judge Matthews," the clerk called.
Everyone rose as the silver haired judge entered the room and sat without looking at any of them, before speaking rapidly.
"Be seated. Court is in session. When I call your name, you will step forward, produce your identification and papers to the clerk. You will then stand in the taped off area in front of me. You will then repeat your vows, sign the certificate, and leave the room. A copy of the certificate will be mailed to you. We ask that family stays in their seats until after the ceremony and that there be no applause and no photos taken, as those can be done outside the courtroom. We will be proceeding in alphabetical order, so please stay quiet and pay attention. Allen, Joseph and Morris, Bethany, please step forward."
Kurt watched as a tall man in a ripped t-shirt and jeans stood and walked forward. The man looked around, an angry expression on his hardened face. From the back of the room a muffled sob was heard and a young woman in a simple lilac dress made her way to the front of the room, tears streaming down her face. Kurt's sympathies went out to her. The man didn't look like he was very nice or very happy to be getting married.
As he listened to the simple vows, Kurt's heart began to pound. They were going in alphabetical order. He was getting married to Blaine Anderson. Holy shit, that probably meant they were next. Reaching out, he put his hand on his father's strong shoulder. Feeling the calloused hand cover his brought him a measure of comfort. He threw out last minute cries to the universe that he wouldn't be marrying someone like the man who was now grabbing the poor girl and kissing her.
"Congratulations," the judge said. "Please make your way out of the courtroom. Next up; Anderson, Blaine and Hummel, Kurt."
"Dad," Kurt whispered in fear.
"You'll be okay, buddy. Get on up there," his dad reassured him with a squeeze of his hand.
Kurt nodded and walked through the people lining the walls, his eyes trained on the floor so he didn't step on any toes. That and he was too afraid to look up and see who else was approaching the front. Reaching the clerk, he handed over his license and papers. They were handed back to him and he moved over to the yellow taped off rectangle in front of the judge. He looked up and kept his eyes glued to the judge, though he saw the shadow of his husband-to-be moving to the clerk and then standing next to him.
"Blaine Anderson, do you take Kurt Hummel as your lawful husband until death do you part?"
A soft voice next to Kurt said "I do."
"Kurt Hummel, do you take Blaine Anderson as your lawful husband until death do you part?"
Kurt had to cough to clear his voice. "I do," he said shakily.
"By the power vested in me by the state of Ohio, I declare you married. You may kiss your spouse," the judge said and turned to fill out the certificate.
Kurt turned, his eyes down. He saw shiny black dress shoes that were covered by black slacks, leading to a black blazer and a hunter green tie laying against a crisp white shirt. Full lips were coming closer to him and he looked up in time to see warm golden eyes meet his before their lips met briefly. Kurt gasped against the warm, moist mouth as an electric shock went through him at the contact. He stepped back and took in the face of his husband. What took only a moment seemed an eternity as he gazed over the beautiful features. Full lips, a nicely shaped nose. High cheekbones and olive skin. Curly black hair and thick eyebrows in an odd triangle shape. But it was the eyes that captured him. Golden green eyes stared back at him. If Kurt wasn't mistaken, he wasn't the only one to feel the shock of their lips touching. A small smile curved those delightful lips and Kurt found himself smiling hesitantly in return.
"Gentlemen, sign here, please," the clerk said.
The moment ended and they both quickly signed the marriage certificate before being ushered quickly out of the room.
"Kurt," he heard his father call as they met up in the hallway. "You okay, bud?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," Kurt responded. He felt a little dizzy, it had all happened so fast. He felt someone next to him and looked over to find his husband standing there, holding his hand out. Kurt realized he was taller than the other man by a few inches.
"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson," the man said in a mellow voice. "I'm your husband."
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Next up: Blaine's perspective.