A/N: It is literally one minute until midnight. Flashbacks are in italics!
Also, omg. 100 chapters. Thanks everyone so much for the support and love, we wouldn't be anywhere without it. We certainly wouldn't be here. Thankyou thankyou thank you, I love you all and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I certainly enjoyed writing it.
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Rating: G/K
This might just be one of the most important – and happiest – days of Kurt's life. His heart fluttered in his chest, his stomach felt like it was falling from a never ending suicide-drop. His fingers shook with nerves, but his eyes were light and happy – he was excited.
He was getting married.
He took a deep breath in, steadying himself at the vanity desk. This was everything he'd ever wanted and more. The black suit he wore made him look sophisticated – older than he felt, but the stupid, child-like grin on his face contrasted oddly. But it was him. In the seven years that he had left school, he hadn't changed. Not really.
In the change tent opposite to Kurt – on the other side of the aisle, Blaine was freaking out. Kurt wanted everything to be perfect, and Blaine was sure he'd stuff up at some point. He was wearing an almost identical suit to Kurt, except his cufflinks were a different shade of red – Dalton red. Kurt's were brighter – the McKinley Titans red. School was where they met – it was an important part of them both.
Blaine stared into the mirror, heaving a sigh. He looked good – he couldn't deny that – and he was a basket case of emotions, but that didn't matter. He was perfect – Kurt had reassured him enough times that he was certain of it – and he was about to have the best day of his life.
His bodyguard, Alistair, poked his head in. "Blaine…?"
"I hired a body guard. One that would stay by your side – always." Blaine continued, ignoring Kurt.
Kurt's eyes widened, then he frowned and glanced around subtly. Blaine reached into his bag and pulled out a teddy bear, with dark sunglasses and a suit on. Kurt squealed and reached out for it – it was so soft!
"I was worried for a second," Kurt beamed, pulling Blaine into a hug.
"I know. You always get worried," Blaine pulled back slightly, just enough to kiss Kurt on the cheek.
Kurt was worried. But not about everything not going to plan.
He was marrying Blaine Anderson.
No.
He was marrying Blaine Anderson.
This perfect man – they met at a chance encounter all because of Noah Puckerman.
"Kurt?" Rachel poked her head into the room, a small grin lighting up her face when she saw him. "Oh Kurt! You look so handsome!"
She ran into the tent, pretty much crushing him in a hug. Mercedes, Finn and Quinn followed quickly behind. Tanya and Sarah – two of his best friends from New York – followed behind them.
"These dresses are so good Kurt." Rachel gushed, standing in front of the full length mirror and swaying appreciatively.
They were black and white – the main theme of the wedding – with black busts and white skirts. Finn had black pants and a white suit-jacket, the shirt underneath was dark grey with a black tie. The girls all had McKinley red shaded roses in their hair, while Finn and the rest of the groomsmen had Dalton shaded roses.
"You look so good." He nodded, surveying them all. "How many people are out there?"
Mercedes grinned. "Full house."
Kurt blanched. "Really? I didn't…invite that many people…"
"There's people on the hillsides too. You're famous Kurt…" Tanya said softly.
"They're not going to crash it…are they?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide.
"Relax babe." Sarah said softly, getting him to sit. "Alistair and Samson will sort anyone who tries…"
Kurt nodded worriedly, trying to breathe.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, her eyebrows knitting in concern.
"Yeah…it's just…it feels like a dream."
"I'm convinced I'm going to wake up, and this'll all be a dream," Blaine hugged Kurt tightly. "God…I don't want it to be a dream,"
Kurt pulled Blaine into a kiss, biting down hard on his lower lip hard. Blaine's eyes shot open and he pulled away.
"Shit, what was that for?" Blaine licked his sore lip, frowning.
"You felt it then?" Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine again; paying special attention to the place he'd bitten.
Blaine grinned against Kurt's lips as they pulled away again.
"I did," he grinned,
"Then you aren't dreaming, Blaine Anderson,"
"…your groomsmen have arrived." Alistair said and Blaine nodded.
"Send them in."
Alistair disappeared and Jeff and Nick bounced in, tackling him.
"Hey Mr. Getting-Married." Wes grinned and Blaine let out a breath.
"Holy crap guys. I'm getting married." Blaine whispered.
"Everything's fine." David assured him.
"Blaine…" Alistair interrupted again. "Puck, Santana and Brittany are here too."
"Thanks Alistair – they can come in."
The three of them entered and gushed over Blaine, before he took a deep breath and stood in front of the mirror again.
"Holy crap."
"Settle down!" Santana snapped. "You're making me nervous."
"Your tie is wonky."
It was from that moment on that Kurt offered to dress Blaine – adding suspenders and bowties to every outfit imaginable.
Somehow, Blaine didn't catch on.
At least, not at first.
"Okay, okay. I need to go see Kurt." Blaine sighed. "I miss him."
"It's been three hours. Can't you keep it in your pants that long?" Santana muttered with a smirk, and Blaine shot her a dirty look.
"Kurt won't allow it." Puck pointed out and Blaine smiled.
"Sure he won't."
^.^
"Kurt." Finn said from the entrance to the tent. "Blaine's coming."
Kurt froze. "What?" he whipped around. "Keep him out!"
"Kurrt!" He could hear Blaine's pleading tone from outside the tent. "I want to see you."
"No!" Kurt shouted back. "It's tradition! We can't see each other until we get to the aisle."
"We're gay! All tradition has been thrown out the window!"
Quinn, Tanya and Rachel all stifled laughs.
"Blaine!" Kurt pleaded. "Please…?"
"But Kurt…"
"If you take a step closer, I'm going to have to tackle you." Finn muttered from outside.
"No! You'll smudge his make-up!" Kurt called.
There was a bit of a stunned silence.
"You're wearing make-up?"
"Shut up. Kurt said it would make my eyes pop…Kurrtt!" Blaine moaned. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone!"
Kurt laughed. "Go back to your tent right now Blaine Anderson. You can wait."
"When you're ready, I'll be ready for you."
There was a dejected little sigh and Finn stepped back in.
"He's gone." He said triumphantly.
Kurt sighed in relief, and his bridesmaids all laughed, shaking their heads. Sarah stood to the side a bit, a small grin on her lips.
"How long have you wanted to get married to Blaine…? You've known each other for…eight years now?"
Kurt grinned. "A while."
"So how long ago?"
Kurt just blushed even more, earning a short laugh from Blaine.
"A while," Kurt managed, hiding a small smile. Blaine kissed his cheek gently.
"Is that how long you've been crushing on me?" the Warbler placed a few kisses along Kurt's jawline. "A while?"
Kurt laughed gently and stole the notebook from him.
"A while seems about right,"
Sarah grinned. "Just a while?"
Kurt nodded. "I…I think I always knew it was going to be him."
She melted with delight. "That's so sweet!"
"Okay, I'm going to check on everyone else. I'll be back!" Rachel grinned, racing out of the tent. Tanya and Mercedes followed them, while Quinn and Sarah checked their make-up.
Kurt laughed, shaking his head as he mentally checked the list for tonight.
They'd walk down the aisle – that was in an hour – and get married – then they'd sign the registration and the buffet would be served as the sun went down over the ocean. Music and lights would go up as soon as the sun disappeared, and when things started to settle down, they'd return to the motel.
He drew in another deep breath. This was really, really happening.
^.^
Blaine bounced giddily.
"Calm down!" Puck growled, pacing slightly. "What are you worried about?"
"I don't even know!" Blaine complained, straightening his suit. "I'm just nervous and excited."
Rachel burst into the tent, a grin on her lips. "The DJ wants to know what music you guys wanted for the beginning. He seems to have gotten the CDs mixed up, and we knew that if we asked Kurt, he'd flip."
Blaine laughed. "Unforgettable, for the walk down."
"Sometimes I ask myself if, I'd live the same without you – If I'd know how to forget you," Blaine whispered, singing it to him. "But a moment passes and you are…you're everything that I'd want – unforgettable now,"
He continued another verse, singing it in Italian, before following with the translation.
"It seemed like another story that, the time takes with it, don't ever leave me - don't leave me. The more I miss you, the more you stay at the center of my thoughts never leave me because you'll never be unforgettable,"
He continued the song all the way through, first singing gently in Italian and translating for Kurt. When he finished, he squeezed Kurt tightly, them both remaining silent for a few minutes. Kurt leant up and kissed him full on the mouth, trying to put every emotion and thought from that song into the kiss.
"You didn't have to translate," Kurt grinned against Blaine's lips. "It sounded amazing, just in Italian,"
Blaine smiled and kissed him again.
"Yeah, but this way I get to tell you twice,"
Rachel nodded and disappeared again.
There was half an hour until show time. Half an hour until he was officially tied to the love of his life. Half an hour, until he was Blaine Anderson-Hummel.
"And by the way," Kurt grinned as he sat. "I like the whole 'Hummel-Anderson' thing. If we get married, we are so having a hyphenated name,"
The two of them froze as Kurt finished his sentence. They had been together for a little over a year, but the subject of their future hadn't really come up.
"I mean…" Kurt flushed red. This was it. He'd done it.
Blaine placed a comforting hand on Kurt's.
"Hey, in a couple of years…Hummel-Anderson sounds amazing,"
"Oh dear god." Blaine whispered, and Brittany laughed.
"You're cute when you're worried." She said softly, giving him a small hug. "But you know everything is going to be fine, right?"
Blaine nodded wordlessly, and she sighed, deeming him a lost cause.
"We've got to go out there soon." Santana stood, collecting her flowers.
The others did the same and Blaine glanced at them once more, checking their entire outfits before nodding and giving them the okay. Now he was starting to get extremely nervous – more nervous than he'd ever been in his life.
In the empty room, time seemed to pass like a snail. It inched its way closer to the hour, and Blaine started jittering away, chewing on his lower lip and straightening his tie and jacket at least fifty times.
At last, it was five-to.
Blaine stepped out of the tent – into the common area compartment - patting his breast pocket for the ring and straightening the Dalton flower on his lapel.
A second later, the tent flaps pulled apart and there stood Kurt – perfect Kurt – looking like he had been carved from the gods – and not in a creepy Edward Cullen way. He had a bouquet of flowers – another of his traditions – and with it was a plastic rose.
He passed the plastic one to Blaine.
"I'll love you, until the last rose fades." Kurt whispered, but all Blaine could do was stare at Kurt, his mouth hanging a mile open.
"Holy fuck you look perfect." Blaine whispered, attempting to lean in to kiss him.
"You're a cheater." Kurt giggled, pushing his face away. "No kisses until our vows. You don't look too bad yourself, either."
Blaine paused, his eyes raking Kurt's figure. He was interrupted by the first bar of 'Unforgettable', and he grinned.
"I'm freaking out." Blaine admitted in a whisper, taking Kurt's hand.
"I'm sure you were brilliant," Kurt kissed him again on the tip of his nose, looking into his eyes. "You always are,"
"You'll be brilliant." Kurt assured him, interlocking their fingers and nodding to the man controlling the curtains.
They opened, and Kurt and Blaine were revealed to the pews of people. The altar stood at the end of the carpet of red shades of flowers. They both took a breath and walked down the carpet, a nervous but happy grin on both their faces.
The grinning faces that met theirs made Kurt want to cry. His father was there, a giant proud grin on his face.
"Don't be scared of my dad. He approves of us." Kurt kissed his lips gently. "He approves of you."
Carole was subtly wiping tears from her eyes, gripping Burt's hand tightly. The rest of New Directions were there as well – some of the other Warblers were therefore Blaine. His parents hadn't shown up, but Blaine couldn't care.
They reached the altar, turning towards each other.
"I love you." Blaine whispered, before the priest could start speaking.
"I love you too."