A/N: Alright then, this request comes from one of our own: Presh23 With a request for Klaine watching the Royal Wedding. Now, to be honestly honest, I did not watch the Royal Wedding when it happened, and so I downloaded it to write this. I got bored with all the talking so I looked at the highlights, so hopefully this isn't too weird or disjointed or anything. I also hope it's what you wanted, Presh23, I really had no idea how to do it so I just winged it mostly. :D Thanks for the request!

Burt stepped into his living room to find Kurt and Blaine in a tangle of limbs; a blanket thrown over their legs and snacks positioned everywhere they could reach. It was pitch black, even the curtains were drawn – the only light was coming from the TV. They were pressed tight – Blaine leaning against the armrest and Kurt's head on his chest, grinning happily as they watched the screen.

"What are you boys doing up this late?"

Kurt practically jumped, his eyes wide as he turned to look at his father, pausing whatever was on the TV. "The Royal Wedding." He said a little feebly. "Blaine hasn't seen it yet."

"Oh…right." Burt muttered, nodding to himself. Kurt and the Royal Wedding was a dangerous topic - the last time he had tried to interrupt one of those viewings, Kurt neglected to talk to him for at least a week. "Well, enjoy yourselves."

"Thanks Mr. Hummel." Blaine breathed an audible sigh of relief. He was still a little tense around Kurt's father – especially when they were in potentially compromising positions.

When Burt's footsteps faded, Kurt pressed play, settling back on Blaine's chest with a content sigh.

"Pippa is so pretty." Kurt whispered, his eyes raking her dress.

Blaine grunted in agreement, letting out a low whistle. "William chose the wrong sister."

Kurt smacked him gently. "Don't be mean. Kate's gorgeous too."

Blaine shrugged with a small grin, looking back at the screen where it showed Harry and William approaching in the car. "Oh wow. Harry looks really good in black."

Kurt laughed. "Everyone looks good in black."

They were silent for a few minutes as Kate Middleton emerged from her car, her train flowing out behind her, her dress hugging her perfectly.

Kurt drew in a breath, practically swooning. "I absolutely love her dress. I tried to reincarnate it into a suit, with the same style…"

Blaine looked down at his boyfriend with raised eyebrows and Kurt shrugged, practically feeling Blaine's hazel eyes burning into him.

"It's a work in progress."

Blaine just chuckled, stroking Kurt's hair gently. "I'd like to see it someday."

"You might. If I ever finish it." Kurt shrugged. "It's hanging up in my room, at the moment."

Blaine laughed. He loved Kurt's ambition.

"Harry looks proud." Blaine said softly as Harry looked from his brother to Kate, a grin plastered on as wide as his face.

"It's his older brother…I'd be proud if Finn got married." Kurt laughed. "I'd be prouder if Finn married a princess, but we all know that's never going to happen."

"You're older than Finn though. You can't be Harry."

"Does that make me William then?" Kurt inquired, an eyebrow quirking as he grinned.

"Yeah, but you're so much better looking. And you have nicer hair."

"Or at least more of it." Kurt laughed.

"So…does that make me Kate?" Blaine asked softly, and Kurt turned, looking up at him curiously.

"You're as short as her, so I guess it works." Blaine went quiet and Kurt laughed, leaning up and pecking at his cheek. "Of course you are. The Kate to my William."

Blaine shook his head with a laugh.

"Oh, this is my favourite part!" Kurt laughed, sitting up and leaning towards the TV as the ring ceremony started.

Blaine grinned at him fondly, taking Kurt's hand and stroking his ring finger. Kurt looked over at him, smirking as William slid the ring onto Kate's finger.

"It almost didn't fit." Blaine chuckled, and Kurt frowned.

"Shh!" he swatted at Blaine's hands, clasping his own to his chest as the speeches started.

"You'd think you'd look happier after just getting married…"

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine. "The Archbishop is talking. Don't you think you'd be bored too? They probably just want to get home and be with each other – live their happily ever after. Kate just married a prince."

Blaine laughed, pulling Kurt back so he was lying on his chest again. Kate and William turned and started making their way down the aisle when Blaine chuckled slightly.

"Hm?"

"What a strange colour to wear to a wedding." Blaine mused, watching the screen with a thoughtful frown. Kurt looked up at him. "Yellow."

"Oh, the Queen?"

"She reminds me of Pavarotti."

Kurt couldn't help but giggle. "Shut up. That's the Queen you just compared to a dead canary. You're making this less fun to watch."

"Nuh-uh. Don't deny it – my running commentary is the best part."

Kurt just grinned, watching as Kate and William exited Westminster Abbey, his heart swelling with affection and pride for these two people. Kurt almost saw Kate Middleton as his idol – she got everything she could ever want – the perfect wedding and the perfect husband. Everything about this wedding was perfect – and it resembled a lot of Kurt's plans when he was a child.

Of course, growing up, his wedding plans had changed a fair bit, but the service was relatively the same. At the moment, he wanted a small wedding. Arriving by limo or horse – whichever was more economically sound at the time – and getting married with little flourish.

But Kurt knew his plans would change again – they were already beginning to, after watching the Royal Wedding a couple of hundred times.

A big wedding would be nice.

"Ooh! This is my favourite part!"

Blaine chuckled. "I thought the rings were your favourite?"

"This is also my favourite." Kurt clarified, watching as Kate and William emerged from the balcony.

They leaned towards each other, grinning knowingly – knowingly because this was what the world had been waiting for. They kissed each other, their lips pressing together gently for a brief couple of seconds before they parted, their grins even wider. Their first kiss as a married couple.

Blaine was staring at Kurt, his mouth parted in awe, his eyes alight with a look of complete infatuation and love for his boyfriend. Kurt blushed as he noticed the staring, thankful that the darkness hid it.

"You're incredible." Blaine said softly.

"Why's that?"

Blaine shrugged. "Only the best boyfriend ever would get this excited over the Royal Wedding."

Blaine leaned forward, grabbing at Kurt's shirt gently and pulling him forward for a kiss, grinning against his lips.

Kurt's mind went blank – the wedding plans didn't matter – how he got married didn't matter.

Whatever Blaine wanted was fine.

A/N: I love writing Klaine. God, it makes me just so happy.