Long Time Coming

by CrazedLunatic

When Blaine gets accepted into Harvard, Kurt and Blaine find out exactly how hard it can be to maintain a relationship when they discover how much their dreams conflict. Sequel to What Brings Us Closer Together. AU.

48. Chapter 37, Part One

Monday, August 30, 2020 (Month 8 – Week 1)

"I can't believe we're actually doing this right now." Blaine said, looking at the tall stone building—the Office of the City Clerk for New York City—or, how they said in Ohio, just the county clerk's office. New York did tend to be a little… extra compared to the smaller towns they both grew up in.

"Are you sure we don't have to have two witnesses?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine with bright blue eyes.

"Kurt, I'm in these offices and the courthouses four days a week. Yes, I'm sure." Blaine grinned.

"You come to the city clerk?" Kurt gave him a look.

"Well… technically, not often. But I do know the law." Blaine admitted, taking his suit jacket off. "Why's it so hot still? I hate global warming."

An older man in standing next to them gave Blaine an annoyed look.

"What? Read the news or go visit places on the coast." Blaine said irritably before walking past and heading into the building.

"You know you're t—"

"If one more person tells me I act like Bob when I am stressed—"

"Turning into Bob." Kurt finished, smiling sweetly.

"Am not." Blaine sighed, pulling out his license and passport. "I'm just stressed."

Sure, it said you only need one form of ID but he may have been a bit paranoid about this whole wedding thing.

They'd run into no problems so far—which, honestly, was a feat considering what they'd been going through the Blaine's dad… who still hadn't resurfaced since breaking Danny's foot.

"Relax, babe." Kurt said, looking around the inside of the building.

They could see a small ceremony taking place at the top of one of the stairwells and could see other couples walking down the other stairwell with the same paperwork he knew they'd have in their hands soon as well.

"I am." Blaine let out a deep breath, ignoring Kurt's look. The look that said 'I know you and I know when you're freaking out.'

"I'm nervous too." Kurt admitted, grabbing his hand and squeezing. "This is big. Huge. On Saturday, we're getting married."

Blaine made eye contact—his eyes widened.

Because it was Monday. Saturday was not that far away.

Honestly, he was really missing Adrian about now. Any time he'd been anxious about wedding stuff before, Adrian always joked about his experience or calmed him down. He really wished Wes or David had already gone through this.

He had talked to Charlie about it and it had made him feel better, but that wasn't helping in the moment.

Because what if marriage tore he and Kurt apart?

After all, look at his parents.

Then again… if you looked at Burt and Carole or Bob and Sarah… They seemed perfectly content in wedded bliss or 'some shit' as Wes said.

Not that Wes had any idea since he wasn't even married yet. Honestly, Blaine was beginning to doubt it would happen with how long he and AJ had been engaged.

And here he was, thinking about other things to keep him from thinking of the fact that they were next in line… for their marriage license.

"Hi, sweetie!" One of the clerks, a middle aged woman with dark hair and eyes—one who loved Blaine— smiled brightly.

"Hey. We're, uhm… needing a marriage license."

She gasped, looking between Blaine and Kurt. "Oh my God. Are you marrying him?"

"Yes. I know. Kurt Hummel." Blaine said.

"Not you." She said and looked at Kurt. "We love Blaine. He's so sweet and he just makes everyone smile… unlike his dad."

Kurt looked at her, confused. "His dad?"

"Robert Colloway."

"You do know my last name is Anderson, right?" Blaine asked but the woman didn't seem to pay attention to that—just like nobody obviously did that worked for any of the courts or court related buildings. Or people in the office that thought he was Bob's son as well…

I mean, they didn't look that much alike.

"Oh, his dad is great." Kurt grinned, hand on Blaine's lower back. "I call him Bob, though."

"Does he go by that too?" She asked, looking at Blaine.

"I think he would rather be called that than Robert." Blaine shrugged. "Can we get the, uh—"

"How did you two meet?" She asked eagerly, looking between Kurt and Blaine. "How long have you known each other?"

"Well when Bob and Sarah moved to Cambridge, they lived next door to my family and we met." Kurt said. "It was love at first sight."

She let out a little sigh.

"Kurt." Blaine hissed.

"We're expecting twins in early November as well." Kurt said.

"I didn't know!" She gasped.

"Yeah. They're genetically his and our next baby will be genetically mine." Kurt nodded, bright smile still on his face. "His parents are super happy… especially Bob. He can't wait to be a granddaddy."

Blaine gave Kurt a look.

Kurt thought it was funny… but it only encouraged it.

"Well, I'm sure you two need to get back to work. What do you do, dear?" She asked Kurt.

"I'm actually a fashion designer. Kind of our Cinderella story. Rags to riches, you know? His dad makes a lot of money."

"How cute! Well, you've got a good one!" She held out a clipboard to Blaine.

"Do you need to see the ID's?"

"Just bring them up with the paperwork, dear." She smiled at Blaine and pointed them in the direction of the seats.

"God, I love going into court offices with you." Kurt whispered. "It's hilarious that people think he's actually your dad. What does he say?"

"He used to correct it but now he says it's just easier to go with it and move on with our lives." Blaine sighed and handed Kurt the second clipboard.

"Sorry. Was that too much?" Kurt asked, looking a little anxious.

"No. I think I'm just nervous. I don't know why." Blaine admitted, beginning to fill out his paperwork.

"Why do you all even come to this office? Lawyers, I mean?" Kurt, who was filling out his as well, glanced up.

"Usually to find records the police stations don't have in house." Blaine said, biting his lip and looking around.

For how busy the main hallways had been, there weren't many people in the room they were in.

"Everybody loves you." Kurt smiled at him when Blaine looked in his direction.

"Being personable was taught early on in the Colloway family, Kurt." Blaine joked.

Kurt laughed loudly. "Yeah. Bob sure is personable."

Blaine snorted, finishing his sheet and patiently waiting for Kurt to finish his own.

"This is it. She's going to give us a paper and after our two witnesses and the officiant sign it, you're officially stuck with me and I get half of your money when we divorce 3 kids later." Kurt joked.

Blaine rolled his eyes and took Kurt's clipboard for him. "Well by then you'll have spent all the money on shoes so don't get too excited."

Kurt smiled at the woman who took the clipboard back and began stamping sheets and recording information down.

"Do you think you'll get home around six tonight?" Blaine asked. "I don't know if I will. My last trial is tomorrow—my designated office day, of course— so I've got to get everything set up for that. Then I have tons of paperwork to do Wednesday and Thursday since I'm off Friday for wedding set up and the rehearsal."

"Definitely not by six. I'm staying late. Just come to Marc Jacobs when you get out and we'll walk home together." Kurt said, squeezing his arm. "All of the stress is almost over… you know, until the twins come."

Blaine smiled and nodded. "Yeah. At least it's good stress, though, right?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded.

"Are you freaking out?" Blaine asked.

"Absolutely."

"Here you go, boys. Just make sure your officiant or you bring it in within seven weekdays of the ceremony and we'll mail your marriage certificate to you. Congratulations!" The woman said.

"I'll see you in about two weeks." Blaine gave his usual bright smile and led Kurt out. "You're freaking out too? That makes me feel better."

"I couldn't sleep last night. I'm worried something will go wrong." Kurt admitted, sighing. "Specifically—"

"My dad." Blaine finished.

"Yeah." Kurt nodded.

"I'm worried about that but… David's dad would kick his ass." Blaine said, holding the door open for Kurt.

Kurt looked at him, surprised.

"Yeah. He's showed up at Derek's office three times trying to find out when it's going to be. Thank God the reporters obsessed with you haven't found that out." Blaine nodded.

"Did he call the police?"

"Oh yeah but he's always gone by the time they make it. He just wants to stir up stuff because he knows it will get back to me." Blaine nodded. "Dana actually called… he didn't want me to feel bad but she's worried he'll find us so she wanted to warn me."

"I, uh… didn't want to tell you." Kurt began slowly.

"What?"

"He's shown up at both of the garages too." Kurt sighed.

"Oh no." Blaine groaned.

"Yeah. Dad and he got into it the second time but the acting manager at the new garage broke it up fast. Apparently, he said he'd see Dad at the wedding."

"Great." Blaine sighed.

Because while he had the usual wedding jitters, he'd been very worried about his dad finding out where they would be getting married and making an appearance.

He really, really, really didn't want his father to ruin their day.

Because of all the days, it was theirs. His and Kurt's day. Their wedding day.

'The best day, like, ever' as Melody was calling it.

He also knew there would be several people there who would probably confront his dad if he did show up—David's father, Wes' father, Burt… and most terrifyingly, probably Bob who hadn't been in the greatest mood anyway.

Why?

Well because Adrian was out from work and a second year lawyer had fucked up one of Adrian's biggest cases yet (which luckily would not reflect on Adrian since he hadn't been the one in court-not that Adrian knew yet and the client was too nice to directly contact him after hearing about his 'family emergency'), Brian was in a serious car accident the night before and 'claimed' he was fine but his husband wouldn't let him go into work, Ryan's youngest son had catapulted himself off of the second story balcony and broke his arm that morning— he was completely fine and now had a cast, but Ryan' had also been acting a little odd ever since everything with Adrian because… well, you know. So, Bob told him to stay home for a couple of days.

"Wow." Kurt said after Blaine relayed all of that to him a couple of minutes later.

"Oh, no. I'm not done. Tammy Jo decided to get back with her husband and they're taking a weeklong vacation." Blaine continued.

"In the middle of all of this?"

"Yes. Also, someone tried to break into the office this morning, Charlie's wife got into a car accident yesterday… Really hope it's not like death coming in threes because the last thing I need is a car accident right now.""

"So, you're pretty much telling me everything around your place of work and everyone who works there is in shambles?" Kurt deadpanned.

"Yeah. And I'm about to be gone for a week." Blaine groaned. "I don't feel bad we're getting married now, obviously… but I feel bad all of this stuff is going on around it. I don't know… and Bob even got grumpy at me. This has happened twice in how many years? Five?"

"Okay. No wonder you're feeling so jittery with all of that going on too." Kurt frowned. "I'm not surprised Bob is being grumpy. It sounds like he's running everything by himself. Is Jake helping?"

"Ha. Jake is on vacation until Friday and has no idea that Bob is basically running the place by himself." Blaine sighed. "Bob wouldn't tell him."

"Do we need to postpone the honeymoon?" Kurt asked.

"No. I asked if he needed me to and he told me to quit being an idiot." Blaine laughed a bit. "I guess the 'when it rains, it pours' saying is true at CMJ."

"Wait. Someone tried to break in?"

"Yeah. They busted out a back window but ran off when the alarm started blaring. The police think it's because there's a jewelry store a couple of blocks down called JCM but they'd have to be stupid to not realize there weren't any window displays." Blaine shrugged and came to a halt outside of CMJ.

"I will hold onto the envelope." Kurt smiled, taking it from Blaine.

"Thanks." Blaine smiled back. "Sorry for venting."

"No!" Kurt shook his head. "Trust me. I'm sure I'll vent tonight."

Blaine stepped up, put his hands on Kurt's thin waist, and then kissed him right in front of the doorway.

Kurt deepened the kiss, his free hand resting on Blaine's waist, and then pulled back when someone cleared their throat.

"Hello, Kurt."

Kurt pulled back and looked at Bob, who looked amused.

"You and Wes are eternal cockblocks." Blaine huffed, going into the office after kissing Kurt's cheek.

"I would apologize… but I'm not sorry." Kurt said, waving.

"Don't worry. I won't let him stay past seven." Bob promised, entering the office.

"Bye, Bob."

Bob gave a wave back before closing the door behind him.

Kurt looked down at his phone, seeing a text from Blaine.

I miss you already.

Kurt really was so, so lucky.

Tuesday, August 31, 2020 (Month 8 – Week 1)

So, maybe Kurt was being slightly underhanded…

I mean, he knew this was the day Bob and Blaine always had lunch together. He also knew Blaine would be in court until 3 at the earliest and, honestly, he'd needed to talk to Bob anyway because he knew Blaine wasn't about to.

He sat at the table, his tablet in his hand and looking at some of the sketches that the team below him had submitted.

Most of them sucked, really.

But that happened.

That's why you had people sort through them, pick out the ones with potential, and then bring them to their full potential.

Was he really turning into that person? Then again… that was probably why he was in the position in the first place…

Usually Kurt just did his own thing but stuff was slightly crazy at Marc Jacobs and, smartly so, Marc wanted other designers to get to Kurt's level—and by that, he really wanted them to get 'near' Kurt's level because he wasn't silly enough to think anyone is his office could be the next Kurt Hummel… Kurt hadn't even gone solo and was already very popular.

Honestly, Kurt had a feeling Marc was worried that he would go on paternity leave and not come back… He and Blaine had talked about it, though, and they both agreed it would be best to wait until their third baby was at least a toddler before Kurt tried to do too much on his own.

"No offense but that is hideous."

Kurt looked over his shoulder and saw Bob, who had his nose scrunched up.

"Yeah… apparently this might be the 'new me' at work… which is slightly insulting." Kurt sighed, turning his tablet off. "Has stuff calmed down at the office?"

"Well Brian is back today so it's a little bit better. Ryan is probably coming back tomorrow… and by that I mean, Jamie will probably let him come back tomorrow." Bob sat across from him at the booth, putting his bag between he and the wall—something Blaine did too.

Kurt assumed it was precautionary—he imagined their laptops probably had a lot of sensitive stuff on it.

"Wait. Who is Jamie?" Kurt looked confused

"Ryan's husband. He's just really protective over Ryan which his good, honestly, because Ryan will work himself to death if someone doesn't calm him down." Bob shrugged.

"That's good that you won't be alone, though!"

"Yeah, I guess. Everything always happens at once, you know?" Bob sighed a bit. "What's going on?"

"Well… I kind of wanted to talk to you about two things. Maybe three if you've got the time." Kurt sat up straight and put his tablet into his own bag as the waitress came to take their order.

"Kurt, I will make time for you." Bob said very seriously as the waitress walked away, looking at him. "Always."

Kurt smiled a bit.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes." Kurt nodded.

"But?"

"Okay. So… has Blaine told you what's been up with his dad? I'm kind of worried." Kurt took a drink of his water.

"Not really. We haven't talked much about stuff that wasn't work with it being so hectic." Bob said slowly. "What has he conveniently forgotten to pull me aside to discuss?"

"His dad has been to my dad's garage three times, the most recent one last night at 7:00." Kurt said. "He's also been to David's dad's office too…"

"David's dad?" Bob looked confused.

"Yeah. David's dad was… well, Blaine lived with David and his family more than Wes'. David's dad really helped get Blaine back on track when everything got so rough in his junior year, so he cares a lot about Blaine. David's dad and Blaine's dad argued a lot over Blaine from the age of fourteen up until they took him in for good… per David. Blaine doesn't talk about that period much." Kurt said.

"But Blaine's dad went to his office?"

"Yeah and… common theme is he's trying to find out wedding details. He also told David's dad and mine that he'd see us at the wedding." Kurt bit his lip.

"Well that's not happening." Bob said, sitting up much straighter.

Kurt wasn't sure if he was seeing lawyer Bob or dad Bob… either way, he was very serious.

"I know there'll be security and Matt's brother is actually coming up too so Adrian will feel safer and hopefully maybe enjoy it a little more." Kurt said. "But Blaine's getting pretty anxious about it."

Bob frowned. He'd thought Blaine was anxious over today's trial but maybe it wasn't even that.

"I'm worried he'll show up and… I don't know what Blaine will do if his dad shows up before the ceremony or…" Kurt took a deep breath.

"Is the security provided for the venue or is it off duty police officers?"

"I don't know. The venue was taking care of that." Kurt admitted.

"Then it's security officers. I'll go down to the station after work and get some actual police officers. Having Matt and his brother there is good and all but Matt isn't an officer anymore and his brother technically has no power here. The most he could do it a citizen's arrest but that might get tricky in court." Bob said. "How big is the place?"

"Pretty big."

"Are you getting ready there?" Bob asked.

"No. We're getting ready at the house and then everyone's going to go to the venue… we didn't really want to do the whole not staying together the night before thing." Kurt said. "We're not getting dressed together but we'll be together before we actually get ready."

"His dad doesn't know where you live now, right?" Bob asked.

"Not that we know of, at least. If he did, I don't think he'd be messing with my dad and David's dad." Kurt shook his head. "He would probably be coming straight to us."

"Look… and you can do what you want, obviously, but I would not get ready at the house." Bob said slowly. "Because if he finds out where you live and he shows up… I mean, you know what he did to your nephew and Blaine gets so worked up when it comes to his dad… which is something we have got to work on once this wedding is over anyway. I know Blaine wouldn't let him hurt you or the twins because the daddy instinct has already set in."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. The last time we got lunch together he caught this kid that fell off a counter… seconds before the kid split his head open. I don't even think he knew he did it until the kid was in his arms and screaming about stranger danger… which was hilarious. Blaine looked horrified but the mom kept thanking him." Bob laughed. "But if your dad were to come up to him alone when there's not someone there to protect… It took me more than an hour to calm him down that day in the parking lot. He mentally shuts down. I almost thought I would have to take him to a hospital because he could barely talk or even breathe at some points."

"I think the only reason he didn't when his dad broke into our old house was because he wasn't expecting it and then I punched his dad before he could bring up… everything." Kurt sighed. "I really hoped this wouldn't come down to this at the wedding or around it… I wish I hadn't smarted off and said 'by the way, we're getting married.'"

"No." Bob shook his head. "That was the best thing I've heard said to an asshole parent in my life and I've prosecuted enough asshole parents."

"Well, you are kind of biased." Kurt pointed out.

"You do have a point." Bob nodded and sighed. "Does the venue have somewhere that you all can get ready? Even if you get ready together?"

"They do." Kurt nodded. "Do you really think we should?"

"I wouldn't give his father the option of doing something at the house. Trust me, we're going to have off duty police officers and I'll make sure they aren't all in uniforms. I dare his dad to show up."

"If all of those officers are there, you can't confront him, you know?" Kurt gave him a look.

"Oh, if he says anything or lays a hand on Blaine or you, I will. There are some perks to putting so many shitty people behind bars. I know a lot of people and I've done favors for a lot of people." Bob shrugged and then added, "Plus, we've got pretty good savings built up. Sarah could always bail me out."

"I… don't know if you're joking or not." Kurt said slowly.

"I don't either." Bob admitted.

"There was something else I wanted to talk to you about. Well, two more things." Kurt said after several seconds of silence.

"What?" Bob looked alarmed.

"Family pictures. You guys are Blaine's—well, our— family too. Blaine doesn't even know I'm asking this so you can say no if you want to but… I was hoping that your family could take the spot of Blaine's family in our photos?"

Bob looked at Kurt, expression unreadable.

"I know that the day he got drunk and you skipped work to take care of him, he asked you if the twins could think you are their grandfather and, you know, you pretty much will be… you and Blaine have been close a really long time and… I mean, David's father is kind of like a father to him and pulled him out of the time when he… you know. And Wes' father has been there some too but not as much as David's. And my dad loves Blaine like you do but he's in my family and… you're like Blaine's dad. He goes to you with stuff, he loves to spend time with you and your family… we both do which means you're in our family too." Kurt smiled. "You can say no, but it would probably make him very happy to look back at the photos and you all be in them because I know you're sticking around. It would make me very happy too..."

"Of course we will." Bob nodded. "Are you sure he'll want that?"

"Positive. I know him better than anyone." Kurt nodded, beaming and suddenly feeling excited. He had really hoped Bob would agree—it was going to be a sweet surprise for Blaine. "Okay, great. Not just you and Sarah, though. We want the kids in the family pictures too if they want to be. You know… everyone."

"Thank you, Kurt." Bob said.

"It's nothing. You guys are already family. He's got a lot of adults in his life that have helped but you really… you love him like a son and you aren't tied to me or his friends… He really is so much happier because he has you and I know I've said it before but you have really changed his life for the better. I'm so glad you're in our lives… and that you'll be in our kids' lives. Everyone that loves Blaine is happy that he has you. David and Wes' parents know about you and my grandparents know too… so you'll probably have a whole lot of people wanting to meet you." Kurt laughed a bit. "My dad is really excited to meet you again… not at a restaurant table or outside of a graduation ceremony."

"I'm excited to really meet him too. Blaine talks about him a lot." Bob smiled. "What's the third thing you wanted to ask about? Is anything wrong?"

"No." Kurt shook his head. "I was just hoping that you could talk to Blaine. I know he's anxious because of his dad but I think he's also getting anxious about the wedding. You usually know what to say to make him feel better and I know he won't talk to me because it's about the wedding and he's afraid it'll look like he has regrets."

"What are you two doing here?"

Kurt nearly jumped when Blaine came over, grinning.

"Kurt stopped by to see if you'd made it back yet, so I took him to lunch. You're out early." Bob said smoothly.

"I think I'm turning in a three day notice. I'm done." Blaine sighed and sat next to Kurt at the booth. "Nice knowing you, Bob."

"Did you lose?" Bob looked at him, shocked.

"No. I'm just sick bratty teenagers that think they can do whatever, their parents can get a lawyer, and it'll all go away… I hate that I did make it go away." Blaine shrugged. "Want my door badge back?"

"Nope because then I'll have to disown you and neither of us want that. I like babies and there will come a time you need the baby whisperer."

"Might be worth it." Blaine let out a mock sigh.

Kurt rolled his eyes. He, of course, knew that Blaine really loved his job… especially the people he worked with.

Blaine's eyes lit up and he stole a fry once Kurt and Bob's orders were placed in front of them.

"Are you going to make me go back to work?" Blaine asked Bob after the waitress took his order.

"It's 2:00, Blaine." Bob laughed. "Plus, Brian's back today. Don't worry."

"Thank God." Blaine sighed. "I don't like the fact that when Tammy Jo, Ryan, Jake, Brian, and Adrian are gone, I'm the second highest person."

"You're not. You're nowhere near the second highest person." Bob looked at him like he was crazy.

"In our corner I am."

"… Blaine… you realize we have two full floors and the third floor is almost half full?"

"Yeah but I enjoy sitting next to you and all but they go to Ryan and then skip to me because you're scary even though they know I'm a piddly third year. I know, like, 3% of what you do."

Kurt looked at Blaine, amused.

"He wouldn't do this if we were in the office." Bob reassured Kurt. "He just, you know, saves it for one of the owners which makes complete sense."

"Also," Blaine interrupted. "Does Jake actually have authority?"

"Technically no… but honestly he could probably run it better than me. Which is why he's number one in the state still." Bob shrugged. "What's this I hear about your dad, Blaine?"

Blaine shot an impatient look Kurt's way.

"Theoretically if he's gone loony, he could have been the one that tried to break in." Bob pointed out.

"He was in Ohio that morning." Kurt said.

"Airplanes?" Blaine said and then scrunched up his nose. "Did they look at the tape?"

"Yep. Wasn't a clear picture, though… so I need to order better cameras too I guess. Another thing to add to the list." Bob sighed. "Anyway, were you planning on telling me?"

"Uh, I was going to tell you the morning after the wedding when I brought the dogs over." Blaine cringed.

"Yep, well, I'm getting off duty police officers for the wedding and don't even try to argue." Bob gave them both a look—mainly so Blaine wouldn't know he'd already talked about it with Kurt. "I'm sure Kurt's father would agree."

"Ugh just add it to the wedding bill. We better not get married again, Kurt." Blaine groaned, taking a bite of his food that had just come.

Kurt gave Bob a look that clearly said, 'See?'

Bob gave a shrug when Blaine wasn't looking.

"Okay. I have to get back before Marc leaves." Kurt groaned, pulling out his wallet.

"Go." Bob gave him a look.

"Just because you buy Blaine's lunch eight times a week doesn't mean you have to buy mine."

"Are you insinuating I eat two lunches once a week?" Blaine asked. "Because you may be right."

"Well you're getting married to Blaine at the end of the week so I suppose you'll probably join in every Tuesday now too." Bob rolled his eyes. "Go on, Kurt."

Kurt opened his mouth to protest.

"Just go. It's okay. I reimburse him by taking Emily and Miles to the park on Saturday mornings when you're at work... although I have a feeling Emily will start bailing soon because she's 'too old for the park.' Are you kidding? I'll swing with Miles all day every day." Blaine said before biting into his burger.

Bob looked between them, amused.

"Fine." Kurt held up his hands. "Thank you, Bob."

"You're welcome." Bob said, turning his attention to Blaine.

"What?" Blaine whined after Kurt kissed his cheek and left.

"You are very grumpy." Bob gave him a look—Blaine was getting a lot of looks the last few days from many different people.

"Am not." Blaine said, covering his mouth since he was chewing. "And you aren't one to talk."

"Yes, you are. Chill out. Saturday is going to be fine, the twins will be fine, and this time next week you'll be at Harry Potter World."

"Wizarding World of Harry Potter." Blaine sighed. "Charlie likes Harry Potter as much as me and you don't know that?"

"I sat in line for, like, ten hours to get into the park the day it opened. Don't even get me started on that. The only thing that got me through the day was that beer cream soda thing… frozen, not just the regular. I still randomly think about that sometimes."

"You've had butterbeer?!" Blaine whined. "Was it good?"

"I assume so since I still think about it but after four of anything with alcohol, everything is good." Bob shrugged. "Let's talk."

Blaine pulled a face—a face that looked like it should be coming from an annoyed teenager.

"Getting married is a big deal."

"Oh God. Not right now." Blaine sighed.

"Yes. Your leg is jiggling up and down, isn't it?"

Blaine did not respond but Bob was right. Honestly, it had been permanently doing that for at least a week because he could not calm down.

He was about to get married to Kurt fucking Hummel.

Who would then be Kurt Anderson-Hummel.

"You really are freaking out, aren't you?"

"About what?" Blaine took a big sip of his Dr. Pepper.

"Saturday." Bob deadpanned.

"Duh."

"God. Is this you as a teenager?"

"I've barely slept in three days. I know Kurt and I are it, we're about to have babies, but so much is going on at once." Blaine sighed. "You know I do this. I get overwhelmed and eventually I have a fit or a panic attack or both. The thing is that… I know we're it. I love him so much and I know he loves me too… we're about to have babies."

Bob nodded.

"And he's wanted to get married since we were like twenty and that was a lot of pressure and then it wasn't but… it's less than four days away, Bob." Blaine threw his hands in the air. "What if something bad happens?"

"What bad could happen?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Baby B dying." Blaine looked at him like he was crazy.

"Blaine."

"Or my crazy dad." Blaine gave another pointed look.

"Bla-"

"Another car accident?! Someone develops mesothelioma? Aliens invade? I lost my law certification? My arm falls off? I don't know!"

"What?" Bob leaned over, putting the back of his hand on Blaine's forehead. "Are you on something, Blaine? Or are you sick?"

"I'm not sick! I'm just going crazy." Blaine whined, pulling back and literally pushing at Bob's hand.

"Oh my God." Bob shook his head. "This is hilarious, Blaine. You know you're being ridiculous but you're still saying this stuff anyway."

"I know!" Blaine laid his head on the table and whimpered. "I'm a horrible adult."

"You've got about one minute left of this and if you don't start acting like Blaine, I'm going to treat you exactly like I treat my kids when they act like this." Bob said.

"How is that? I haven't seen Dad mode yet. I've heard stories, though. LA vacation, 2009? Sounded hilarious."

Bob looked confused, then scowled, and pointed at Blaine. "You are not funny."

"No, but you were."

Bob still glared.

Blaine sat up straight and took a deep breath. "I'm just afraid it'll be too much pressure."

"Being married?"

"Yeah." Blaine bit his lip.

"Blaine, honey, you and Kurt have basically been married since you moved up to New York." Bob said slowly.

"It's going to be different." Blaine protested.

"In some ways maybe but in most ways it will be the same thing. You and Kurt are, like, fifty times more prepared than Sar and I were. Seriously."

Blaine looked at him, doubtful.

"We were fucking eighteen. We knew we were committed to each other, but we didn't have any of the stuff figured out that you all do right now before you're even married." Bob laughed. "If two little kids from Aroostook, Maine can do it you and Kurt can."

"But you two are perfect."

"We are perfect for each other, maybe, but we aren't perfect." Bob laughed. "We were babies when we got married and honestly if we hadn't been so young we would have probably done it differently in retrospect because it would have been a lot better for Charlie. We were so young and we would argue a lot sometimes and he was old enough to understand at the time when Brady was clueless."

"What do you mean about it being easier if you're older?"

"I'm trying to tell you that we weren't perfect and a marriage is hard work but you, unlike Sarah and I, already have a reall good foundation."

"But you were young and in love! It's a sweet story."

"Blaine, just because my Mom makes it sounds like some great romance novel does not mean that's what it was. Yes, we were young and in love but that's not why we rushed into marriage. We rushed into it because her homelife was really bad, her dad put her in very bad situations, and I had to get her out of that house. We should have had a longer engagement and we should have had a plan for graduate school but to a seventeen year old boy, proposing was the only solution because back then you didn't live together unless you were about to get married or married. We weren't settled into our adult selves and we didn't know what we really wanted out of life or marriage or our schooling and careers… but you and Kurt are settled. You and Kurt have all that stuff figured out so you two are way ahead of the game. The only thing that you'll have different is matching wedding bands. The real difference will be when the babies arrive and that was going to be different anyway. Think of it this way—you're getting it all done with at once." Bob watched him carefully.

Blaine nodded. "I just… I don't know. I feel like I have no idea what to do or what I'm doing. It's kind of scary."

"Any time you put yourself out there, it's scary." Bob agreed. "But usually in your case, it's worked out well for you. Your friends, Kurt, your brother, your schooling, your job… and me. If you hadn't opened up, it'd still be like before graduation. Closer but not close. You know?"

"Yeah." Blaine said, starting to feel like his stomach was a little less knotted up. "I know I'm being silly. Sometimes my head gets to me, I guess."

"I know. Kurt does too." Bob said. "He wanted me to talk to you."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I had a feeling when I saw you two here together."

"There may be something wrong when you come to me to get calmed down, Blaine."

"You're probably right." Blaine joked, smiling a bit.

"So, we could go back to work…" Bob glanced at his watch. "Or we could have the father-son wedding and marriage talk… which may make you feel a little better."

"Option two." Blaine sat up straight. "But can we not do it here? I know you tip well but I always feel bad when we stay super long after we're done eating."

"Sure." Bob went up to pay.

Blaine grabbed Bob's bag and then his own, heading up to the front to wait.

"Okay." Bob took his own bag from Blaine and led them to the nearest park. "So, what? One more? Maybe two?"

"Huh?"

"Wedding talk, twin talk, and then baby number three talk?" Bob asked him, sitting at a bench.

"Oh, then there'll be pre school talk, elementary school talk." Blaine joked, sitting by him. "You know. Every stressful moment in life is all you. Regret it yet?"

"No." Bob rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the night before I got married my dad and I had this obnoxiously long talk about love and life and blah, blah, blah."

Blaine looked at him, amused.

"I mean there was maybe five minutes of good stuff out of three hours but my dad likes—liked— to talk a lot, so I wasn't too surprised… but he was really smart so when he did talk, I listened." Bob paused. "Well, usually. Nobody ever listens to their parents all the time."

Blaine laughed a bit.

"The big take away for me was don't go to bed angry. Fighting and arguing isn't worth it at the end of the day. If you've got a fight so big you two don't sleep together in the same bed that night, that's not good."

Blaine stared at him, hazel eyes wide.

"What?" Bob looked behind him, worried.

"Uh… that's, well… ever since we got back together, that's been our thing. We don't go to bed angry and we don't go to bed without each other." Blaine's voice was soft.

Bob looked amused. "So, there you go."

"You've been with Sarah more than forty years. You have to give me more than that." Blaine pleaded with his eyes. "You said that was SparkNotes version."

"What are SparkNotes?"

Blaine stared at Bob, trying to figure out if he was being serious. He then pulled his phone out and googled SparkNotes—1999. Bob was probably out of undergrad by then and SparkNotes wouldn't have helped with law school. So, of course, he wouldn't know what that was.

"Okay then. More… Always support each other—it shouldn't be a one way street. Encourage him to go solo when the time is right, don't let him give up his dream. The same way he supports you when you take on big cases. Respect each other because without that, you've got nothing. Know that you'll have major fuck ups and he'll have major fuck ups, but that you committed to each other and that's what you hold onto. The fact that you committed yourself to him and that he did the same for you… and love him. Love him and treat him just like you do now even in ten years when you want to kill each other. Your babies will see that love and they'll learn it and they'll be the same way with family, each other, and their future partners and then their kids. Break this shitty cycle your parents started. I know it can be hard for you to open and to accept love, but the twins don't have to grow up like you did and I know you are going to be the best dad that you can be. I'm proud of you and Kurt, Blaine… but especially you because I've gotten to know you from the age of, what, 21? Maybe barely 22? It's been really nice to watch you get here."

Blaine smiled.

"But, yep, there's my shitty advice with a lot of stupid commentary that probably wasn't necessary." Bob shrugged.

"I don't think that was shitty at all." Blaine's voice was soft.

"That's what dad said that really applied to Sar and I." Bob shrugged. "Told it to you and Charlie. I'll tell it to Brady, Sammy, and Miles too."

"You're such a good dad." Blaine sighed.

"Well you kids do make it easy." Bob shrugged again.

Blaine's stomach did a flip flop just like it had when Burt had said 'his four kids' a few Christmases ago.

You kids.

Then again, Bob had stayed with him for three days straight and had worked from home for more than a week when Blaine had his appendix out and Kurt was in LA for work. Bob had come to the hospital at one in the morning when Blaine's dad had broken in and Kurt had gotten injured. There had also been the time Blaine got into a car wreck—the first one that was his fault. Kurt had been gone for a weekend work trip, of course, so Bob had stayed overnight with him in the hospital again and had made sure to stay with Blaine until Kurt was home Sunday evening. Luckily, he'd just gotten a concussion and wasn't feeling great, but it had been nothing compared to the appendectomy a few months prior.

So, they probably were there. It was still weird to think about, though.

"Thank you for everything you do for me." Blaine bit his lip.

"Oh, don't worry. I just keep you around because I know you won't put me in a nursing home." Bob joked.

Blaine shook his head, laughing.

"Blaine, I love you and I'm so excited for you and Kurt. You two are so great together and your babies are so lucky to have you two as parents. I can't wait to see you as a dad." Bob looked him in the eyes. "Because you will be a great dad—you and Kurt both."

"I hope so."

"Oh, I know so."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I see the way you are with Miles and with your friends' babies. I also see that way you look at Kurt and that's how I know you'll be a good husband." Bob gave him a knowing look. "I know you pretty well, Blaine."

"Yeah. Sorry about that." Blaine scrunched up his nose. "Hey, how is Adrian doing?"

"I think he needs the people that care most about him close right now but he's not really making himself available for them to be with him." Bob said slowly. "He barely sleeps three hours at a time and sticks to Matt's side like Matt is his lifeline. Honestly it seems he's bouncing between the denial, depression and guilt, and fear and anxiety phases from the sentences I heard him say within a span of two hours when I was there yesterday."

Blaine frowned.

"He's already asking to come back to work but I told him he couldn't. I know he's not ready. I know he wants to be ready but he isn't and I think it's killing him that so many people know what's going on. He seems really private." Bob sighed. "I think after the trial he'll do better. It's going to be on Tuesday."

"No! I wanted to be there with him!" Blaine's eyes widened.

"Judge Hardigree is pushing back three other trials to get it done. She's got a soft spot for you two." Bob sighed. "Adrian wants it over as soon as possible. It's disgusting that it's even going to court, though. The guy is going to jail. He needs to just take a plea deal but he wants Adrian to have to sit through that trial. It's disgusting."

"Adrian won't have to watch the…?"

"No…" Bob didn't even let him finish. "Absolutely not. He won't even be able to hear the tape but Adrian will still be in the court room with him for that long. I wish he didn't have to be there but I'm nailing him anyway. That guy is getting the highest extent of punishment available."

"When do you think Adrian come back to New York to stay?"

"I'm thinking the same week you get back from your honeymoon but he's got as long as he needs." Bob sighed. "He'll be okay, though. He's done it before. It can take a while but… but he'll get back to normal."

"I'm still worried."

"We all are." Bob nodded.

"Is Ryan okay?"

"Oh yeah." Bob nodded again. "He's really upset for Adrian because they're pretty close… and I think he did get a little shaken up because sexual assault always makes him think back to when he was in undergrad but… he's doing good."

Blaine let out a sigh of relief and nodded.

"You haven't heard anyone talking about Adrian being out at work, right?" Bob asked.

"Kind of but I don't think anyone knows the real reason why. It sounds like people think an aunt passed away or something." Blaine shook his head.

"Okay, good. Not many people besides you, me, Ryan, and Brian know. Tammy Jo doesn't even."

Blaine's eyes widened.

"Adrian didn't want her to know." Bob shrugged. "She knows something personal is going on but doesn't know what. She won't pry."

Blaine nodded as his cell phone started to ring.

"Back to my personal hell?" Bob asked, voice overly cheerful as he stood.

Blaine nodded again and answered the call.

Wednesday, September 1, 2020 (Month 8 – Week 1)

"Dad!"

"Geeze, kid. You didn't tell me this place was so big!" Burt grinned when Kurt made it down to the main entryway of Marc Jacobs.

Kurt hugged Burt, blue eyes wide. "I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow night."

"Mel's been driving Carole and I crazy over Saturday so I figured you two could front some of the torture." Burt grinned again. "You won't get in trouble, right?"

A woman that was walking through snorted loudly at that before waving at Kurt.

"Probably not, Dad. If you can come up with me I've got a few things to finish and then we can go see Blaine!"

"How's he doing?"

"You know Blaine. He's freaking out." Kurt said, leading Burt to an elevator and pushing the up button.

"How bad?"

"Blaine bad." Kurt laughed. "It's okay. It's just what he does. He'll do it before the twins are born too, I'm sure."

"Wait. Is this your office?" Burt asked when they stepped into a large room with a nice desk, not one or two but three computer screens, as well as a large tablet looking thing that was on a stand on the desk.

"Uhm… I mean, technically… yes?" Kurt bit his lip.

"Shit, Kurt. Is there something you haven't told me?"

Kurt opened his mouth and closed it.

Evidently Burt… didn't know?

"I mean I know you're the guy's assistant but do assistants usually get offices half the size of my back yard?" Burt asked.

"I'm doing pretty well, Dad." Kurt said.

"What do you mean well?"

Kurt went behind his desk, pulled out a Vogue magazine, opened it to the middle, and handed it to Burt.

Burt stared at it, his eyes widening and then grinning. "When were you gonna tell me, kid?"

"Well it kind of started around when you got sick. Marc held off on making it official until I was back to work and I guess someone at Vogue really liked my stuff and noticed other people did too, so he wrote an article and it just kind of kept getting bigger and bigger." Kurt bit his lip. "I even have my own PR person because Marc's couldn't keep up with both of ours."

"PR person?" Burt repeated. "Like… public relations? Like you're a celebrity?"

"I'm not a celebrity!" Kurt scoffed.

"Yes, he is." Marc said, walking in. "Hello. Are you Kurt's dad?"

"I am." Burt said proudly.

"I'm Marc." Marc held out his hand to shake Burt's.

"Do you always wear skirts?"

"Not always." Marc laughed as Kurt literally covered his face.

"Aren't you, like… what did Kurt say? The most iconic designers of our generation?"

"Dad."

"Maybe ours but I probably won't be for his time. I'd be doing a bit better now if I got up with social media like Kurt… although I'm pretty sure his PR is running his Instagram now." Marc said, not even seeming bothered. "Like, you'd think I should post about work and stuff but if I post a picture of myself without clothes, with my husband or with my dogs, people go crazy… post about anything else and… nope."

"You think Kurt's going to be as big as you?"

"He could leave me now if he wanted to. He's got quite the following. We've even put stuff out with just his name on it."

Burt stared at Kurt and then looked back to Marc. "Do you like your job as a long term thing?"

"As much as one can like work. Some things stuff that comes with it isn't great but it's a small price to do what you love." Marc admitted. "It brings good money, though, and gives me an opportunity to speak out about things that are important."

"One more question. How big is your office?" Burt asked as someone came in clearly needing Marc.

"About the same size as this one." Marc smiled. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too." Burt turned to Kurt, grinning.

"Oh my God, Dad." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Your office is as big as that guys'?!" Burt exclaimed—albeit quietly.

"Almost, yeah." Kurt said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"You don't wear skirts, right?"

"No, Dad." Kurt shook his head. "That doesn't mean I never will, though."

"Why didn't you tell me you were this popular?!"

"I don't know. I just… don't know if it's really hit me. One day I was just critiquing and the next day Blaine's sending me an article and there are Instagram fan accounts and I have my own hash tag and people take my picture when I'm eating in a restaurant or tying my shoe in a parking lot. It's kind of… weird." Kurt admitted.

"Do you gotta work? Can you leave?"

"I can leave for a bit but I'll have to come back. Tomorrow is my last here until… after the honeymoon." Kurt could not help but get the most adorable smile on his face, his blue eyes lighting up.

"Great. Let's go see Blaine! I don't think I've seen his office, have I?"

"I can't remember." Kurt confessed. "It's not as big as mine, though, so don't get too excited."

"Wait… did you say people take pictures of you tying your shoe?" Burt asked as they left the building.

"Isn't that creepy?" Kurt made a face.

"Yeah. Just a tad."

…

"I know it's not as big as yours, Kurt, but this is still a decent size." Burt said, looking around Blaine's office. "D'you know where he is?"

"Well if he's at court it isn't for a trial that I know of." Kurt said, sitting in one of the seats in front of Blaine's desk.

"They just let you in here without anyone and walk through even though that big guy with the big cases works here?"

"There are a lot of people who take big cases in this firm. The whole bottom half of the building is theirs. I think they've got five floors total?" Kurt said. "But yes. They just let me in. The receptionists and clerks get to know the wives, husbands, and kids of the office."

"Do you think there are top secret files in here that anyone could just walk in and get?" Burt asked, going behind Blaine's desk. Before Kurt could even answer, he said, "His computer screens are bigger than yours."

"Yeah. Sometimes he has four documents up at once—two on each screen." Kurt shrugged. "He says it makes it quicker so he doesn't have to go back and forth between them."

"He's got cute pictures of you two. When were these taken?" Burt held up a frame with a recent picture of he and Blaine.

"Oh, I think it was Mollie's first birthday party. Marcy takes a lot of pictures." Kurt smiled.

"Hey, Blaine, did you get that repo—oh." Bob halted in Blaine's doorway.

"My dad came a day early because my sister was driving him crazy." Kurt said, waving.

"Oh. Well, he should be back soon. He took one of Adrian's trials this morning but he texted me an hour ago and said it was over." Bob said and then looked at Burt. "How do you like the city?"

"Wait. I thought he didn't have a trial?" Kurt said before Burt could answer, tilting his head.

"Yeah he didn't until this morning. One slipped through the cracks. He wasn't too pleased with me, though, so he'll probably poison my lunch." Bob looked apologetic.

"Kid'll be alright." Burt waved his hand and looked at Bob. "I hate it here. It's too loud and there are too many cars. How do you like it?"

"Oh, I hate it too. Cambridge—hell, even Boston— is so much better than this." Bob admitted. "My wife hates it too."

"Then why are you here?" Burt looked at him like he was crazy.

"My two oldest kids go to school here. One's just out of med school and the other is a… I don't even know what. He's getting a double degree in astronomy and physics… but he doesn't want to be an astronaut or physicist? He wants to be a metallurgist?" Bob looked confused. "I had a degree in Anthropology so they didn't get the smarts for me."

"How many do you have?"

"Five and I'm convinced they're shortening my life by five years each." Bob shrugged.

"Does that number include Blaine?" Burt chuckled.

"No, it actually does not." Bob looked thoughtful.

"Aren't you one of the top lawyers in the country? That sounds like you're pretty smart so I bet they do get it from you."

"You don't have to have a brain to be a lawyer. I'm just very good at both arguing and yelling." Bob said as someone walked past, clearly going to his office since it was the only thing left past Blaine's office. "My wife is a pharmacist so I'm pretty sure they get it from her… My second youngest son is the most like me. Well, my youngest it's a little too soon to tell."

"There you are!"

"Fuck." Bob mouthed

Kurt watched Bob literally roll his eyes before turning around to face the girl.

"You should all come for dinner tonight!" Bob said before going into his office with a young girl following him.

"He is the one that's close to Blaine, right?" Burt whispered. "Otherwise that was probably a awkward question."

"Yeah, that's Bob." Kurt nodded when Burt sat in the chair next to him. "What?"

"We're going to go, right?"

"If you want to!" Kurt laughed. "Blaine doesn't need an excuse to go over there, though. I do have to go back to work so you guys may be solo with him for a little bit."

"That's fine." Burt shrugged.

Kurt perked up as Blaine walked by, giving a quick wave.

After a few seconds of the girl blabbing, Blaine leaned back and rolled his eyes in his own doorway.

Kurt gave him a confused look and mouthed, 'What?'

Blaine held up a brown Panera bag and a large cup of what Kurt knew had to be sweet tea. He then disappeared again but they could still hear the girl talking.

Another man, who Kurt thought was Jake, walked up behind him and loudly said "Move."

Blaine then loudly said no.

Burt looked at Kurt, alarmed.

"He's joking. That's Bob's best friend." Kurt rolled his eyes when Jake gave him a wave.

"Hey, Cass… I think Brian wanted to show you something." Jake said loudly as Brian walked back.

"Don't you fucking dare." Brian hissed, came into Blaine's office, and closed the door. "Hi, Kurt."

"Hi. This is my dad." Kurt laughed at Brian, who then locked the door.

"You don't have to tell me that. I can definitely tell." Brian laughed.

"Who is that girl?"

"The tort lawyer's intern but she's convinced I flirted because I handed her a napkin once when she spilled water?" Brian looked confused.

"That's basically a marriage proposal these days." Burt joked.

"Right?" Brian sighed. "I got engaged in a moving truck so it wouldn't surprise me."

Burt actually laughed. "Why'd you propose in a moving truck?"

"Oh, you'd have to ask my husband? He was probably sick of my brother making cradle robbing jokes and didn't have time to come up with anything else." Brian shrugged and then added quickly, "He wasn't a cradle robber. I mean there is a ten year age difference but we didn't know that at the time and—why am I even talking about this?"

"Now we're interested." Kurt said.

They heard Bob go, "Oh my God, Blaine. I love you."

"Well she must be gone or he wouldn't be showing his bias." Brian chirped. "Maybe next time, Kurt."

Blaine came into his office and Bob and Jake started to talk not-so-quietly in Bob's office.

"Hey, kid!" Burt went over to give him a big hug. "How'd your case go?"

"I won." Blaine grinned, hugging him back. "I can't take the credit, though. My friend Adrian worked on it and I just did the trial."

"The one who dated the cop?" Burt asked.

"Yeah." Blaine nodded. "They're married now."

"That's great!" Burt said. "Your office is nice."

"Thanks. I'm pretty much in it forty years a week, so."

"You mean hours?" Kurt asked.

"Nope because this week it feels like years." Blaine said, facial expression serious. He then turned to Burt, grinning. "I thought you were coming tomorrow night!"

"Mel was driving us crazy so we just went ahead and came up. She may be more excited than you two." Burt chuckled. "Are you doing anything? Can we bother you or will you get in trouble?"

"Pfft. What you don't know is that I actually run this place." Blaine said.

"We're about to have twins in November. Isn't that responsibility enough?" Kurt asked.

"That's a good point." Blaine nodded and sat down in his chair. "I'd never want to run this place."

"Tuxes picked up? Everything good to go?" Burt looked between them.

"Not everything is good to go but the stuff that matters is." Kurt sighed, tucking his foot underneath him. "I just want to get it over with."

"Me too! Only I'm getting my tux in the morning." Blaine exclaimed. "I'm really excited to get married but the wedding is really stressing me out."

"Please tell me the Warblers aren't going to do anything." Kurt looked at him.

"I told them not to. I don't think they will but I told David and Wes if they did, I would get them back on their wedding day." Blaine looked thoughtful. "I should probably approve their wedding speech before Saturday."

"You can't do that." Burt laughed.

"Oh, he probably should. He's got work people coming." Kurt responded before Blaine could open his mouth.

"Kid couldn't have done anything that bad."

Blaine bit back a smile and shrugged.

"Blaine, can you entertain Dad?" Kurt asked. "How long are you staying? I still have some stuff to finish at work."

"You're abandoning me?" Burt scoffed. "You haven't seen me in years."

"Hey, it's not my fault you showed up a day early." Kurt pointed out, standing. "Plus, it's only been two months, Dad."

"Fine." Burt sighed, waving as Kurt left. He then turned to Blaine, grinning. "Better run when you can, kid."

"He should be the one running. He just got a huge raise." Blaine laughed.

"What is his position technically?"

"I think he's technically Head of Design and Marc is the Creative Director? But I think he does a lot similar to stuff that Marc does." Blaine said. "Honestly, I think he's trying to keep Kurt as long as he can. He's offered him up to four months paid leave when the twins are born—maybe more. I'm pretty sure Kurt's making more than any Head of Design has made in New York by, like, $150,000 at least. He's making a lot."

"Wait. How much does he make?"

"Double what I make starting in January."

"Why hasn't he told us this?!"

"He hates bragging on himself… but I love to brag about him." Blaine sighed a bit. "I have a feeling if the twins weren't coming, he'd probably have gone solo by now…"

"He wants you two to have a family. He's always wanted that." Burt reassured him.

"Yeah. The plan is to maybe go solo when the third baby is four years old. Or at least start the process." Blaine smiled.

"So how does paternity time work here?"

"New York says six weeks at 100% salary pay but I can add on other paid time off and sick time too if I want. I'll probably just take the six weeks but they did say I can take more if I want to, though."

"That's good that you boys have jobs with good companies up here." Burt said.

"Blaine, go home. You don't have anything to work on anyway." Bob called over the wall.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Blaine hopped up and looked at Burt. "Want to feed me?"

"Can we go to that pizza place from before?" Burt asked excitedly.

"I know Saturday is supposed to be the best day of my life but so far this is it." Blaine let out a happy sigh, leading Burt down the hallway. "Everyone says I'll get sick of the pizza… but everyone is wrong."

Thursday, September 2, 2020 (Month 8 – Week 1)

My dad is here.

Blaine took a deep breath, looking out a small crack in his living room blinds. He saw the familiar ugly tan gold car that was supposedly the nicest you could have fifteen years ago.

Where are you?

At home. He's parked out front.

His phone began to ring and Blaine answered it in a hushed voice.

"Get pictures. Go to another room and get pictures. Try to get the license plate." Bob immediately said. "Sarah's already calling the police."

"I have a trial to cover for that second year in an hour. I'm supposed to pick up my tux in half an hour."

"Is Kurt home?"

"I have to go to work."

"Blaine, I'll be—"

"Fuck. I've got to go." Blaine hung up as Burt's truck pulled into the driveway. He, Carole, and Melody were all in it—of course they were. They'd stayed the night before with Rachel and Finn and were staying with Kurt and Blaine through the wedding on Saturday.

Not good, not good, not good.

Blaine dropped his phone on the couch and went out—his dad knew where he lived. What was the point in letting he and Burt get into an argument in front of Melody? If he could just get them inside and lock the doors—

"Hey, kid. I thought you wouldn't be here." Burt got out, grinning. "You staying home today?"

"My, uhm… Dad is parked across the street." Blaine's voice was shaky.

He hadn't been there when Kurt went to work. Kurt's bag was gone and Kurt had texted him from work—a sweet text about how he couldn't wait to be his husband on Saturday. At least he knew Kurt was safe.

"What?" Burt asked sharply.

"What's going on?" Carole asked as Melody ran to hug Blaine.

"Carole, get Melody inside the house and lock the door." Burt said gruffly. "Mr. Anderson is here."

Melody got a confused look on her face and looked at Blaine. "Uhm, Daddy... That is Blaine's last name… for two more days!"

"Come on, sweetheart." Carole nudged Melody forward. She knew Melody would ask questions instead of just walking in and they didn't have time for that. Melody was clueless about Blaine's parents (for the most part at least) and she didn't have time to explain it right then.

"Did you call the police?" Burt asked slowly after hearing the door lock.

"Sarah did. I called Bob but you pulled up." Blaine took a deep breath as his dad's car door opened.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bob across the street, talking to one of the neighbors that he had never met before—he and Kurt were busy, after all. Seconds later the door closed and Bob crossed the street.

"Oh, It's your boyfriend. Thought you were marrying his faggot son?" Blaine's dad gestured to Burt. "He too feminine for you? Then again, you're a faggot too. Maybe you all three are? Does Kurt's dad join in your whoring parties too?"

"Get away from him." Burt said when his father walked up to Blaine.

"Please give me an excuse." Bob said to Blaine's dad, voice quiet. "I could get away with it either way but I'd much rather it be a defense thing so it'll save me a lot of signatures."

"Are you having fun playing sugar daddy to my whore of a son? Bet you gave him that job in exchange for sex 'cause word on the street is he likes it a lot." His father asked and turned to Blaine. "You couldn't have done better than that? How many thousands did the Thompson's have to pay to keep you from killing yourself, Blaine? We had enough money that I could have gotten you some pills and made it real quick and relatively painless for you."

Bob pulled Blaine's dad back right after Blaine's fist connected with his nose. Blaine's dad got free and slammed Blaine to the ground.

Literally twenty seconds later the neighbor across the street came over, an NYPD t-shirt on and handcuffs out. "Get the hell off of him!"

"He just punched me! Did you see that?" Blaine's dad snarled as the police officer roughly grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"What I saw was you are on camera breaking a PPO against your son for the fourth time?" The officer snarled right back. "Sucks for you because this was my first day off in fifteen days and I had just fallen asleep."

"What? Were you fucking watching and not doing anything?"

"No. My spidey senses started tingling. What do you think?" The officer looked at Blaine's father like he was an alien. He then added, "I was waiting for… them to arrive."

A police car pulled up and two men got out of the car.

"I called in fifteen minutes ago. Where were you?" The officer said to another one, a much younger guy, who got out of the car and held out a clipboard.

"Traffic light out on third." The guy who looked between the age of the neighbor and the younger of the two officers, said.

Burt gently pulled Blaine up and then stood mostly in front of him just in case Blaine's dad tried to pull anything else. "That was a pretty good punch, kid."

"Thanks but I'm pretty sure I did it wrong… Not that I've had much practice." Blaine sighed, watching Bob and the officer that was a neighbor talking to the two that had just arrived.

"Are you okay? How is your hand?"

"My wrist hurts." Blaine admitted.

"Blaine…. What he said before about you…" Burt said slowly, looking uncomfortable.

"Yeah." Blaine nodded, making eye contact. "I'm fine now, though."

Burt pulled him into a hug, one hand going to his hair even though it was already styled since he was, you know, getting ready for work. "I've got your back, kid."

"Thanks." Blaine forced a smile.

Kurt's car pulled in the driveway and he rushed over to Burt and Blaine. "Wh—"

"He just… he showed up and I texted Bob and your dad pulled up so I had to go outside because Carole and Melody and I—" Blaine took a deep breath.

"Did you… are you hurt?" Kurt gasped.

"He's fine." Burt said. "Apparently your neighbor across the way is a cop. I guess Bob went and told him what was going on before coming here? 'Cause the cop waited for an altercation to come out. Not sure why he waited, though."

Bob stepped up, pointing to the camera attached to Kurt and Blaine's porch. "That's why. Solid proof he was not only within 500 feet but that he communicated with Blaine… I didn't think Blaine was going to go rogue, though. Maybe you should stop spending so much time with me."

"Hey, Robert. Didn't you say the kid is getting married Saturday? So, he'll be gone, what, a week? That'll push back arraignment, huh?" The neighbor asked.

"You can't do that. I have a right to speedy trial!" Blaine's father protested.

"Legally, we'll have to do arraignment tomorrow if Blaine wants to be there but I'm not letting his father near him, sooo…" Bob said cheerfully. "Guess I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow, Mr. Anderson. Unless I sleep in and then it'll be Monday. You know, I may be tired after the orgy sex party with your son after the super gay wedding, though, so maybe 4:50 on Monday? If we run out of time, we'll just finish up on Tuesday."

"Who do you think you are? I've got a lawyer." Blaine's father stared at him.

"Pretty sure he's, what, eighth in the country? Second in the state?" The youngest officer said.

"Third in the state, but thanks." Bob said. "Maybe next year? I kind of hop between two and four."

"Sir, what about the paperwork?" The middle aged officer said to their neighbor while the younger one put Blaine's father in the car.

"You know what? Get their statements and I'll be in after later today. I'll take care of his side of the paperwork when I go in… on my day off, of course." The officer then looked at Bob.

"I want to talk to the chief of police." Blaine's dad called from the car since the door was still open and the officer was standing next to it.

Bob got a very funny look on his face as the guy pulled a business card out of his wallet, heading over to the police car.

"We'll chat later today, Mr. Anderson." They heard him say.

"The police chief lives across the street?" Blaine asked.

"What ever police officer would have enough money for a house here, Blaine?" Bob gave him a look.

"Ah…"

…

"We've gotta teach you how to punch, Blaine."

"Yeah. How did you hit him?"

Blaine huffed, ignoring both Burt and Bob.

"Not the right way." David singsonged, surveying Blaine's hand. "Did it at least look like it hurt him?"

"I was too angry to even pay attention. Where did I even hit him?" Blaine asked.

Burt covered his face, shaking his head.

"The nose, Blaine." Bob said as Charlie came in.

"Hey, David—"

David looked up at Charlie, then to Bob, and then to Charlie again. "Woah. Wait…"

"Yeah. I look just like my dad. My entire hoard of uncles love to post similar photos on social media. You can join in the fun if you want." Charlie sighed. "I know I said I wanted to do that but I don't think I can anymore."

"Because you know Blaine?"

"Because it'll hurt and Dad might ground me." Charlie joked.

"Oh stop." Blaine groaned. "Can I just have alcohol? Oh my God. What about my trial?!"

"Ryan's got it. Don't worry." Bob reassured him.

"Uh, I've never done a wrist before." Charlie told David.

"Yep. That's why you're here." David nodded. "I can kick them all out."

Charlie cringed. "It's not going to do the loud pop like he knee or hip will it?"

"Not if you do it right—just kidding, Blaine!" David added as Blaine's eyes widened.

Charlie looked at Blaine. "Have you ever had a broken bone?"

"Sprained ankle when I was seventeen?" Blaine winced when David touched his wrist. "Have you, like… ever reset a bone before?"

"I have. I just hate doing it but they seem to think the more I'll do it, the less I'll want to puke… but it hasn't happened yet. I haven't reset a wrist yet, though, actually."

"Aren't you going to… get Marcy?" Charlie asked.

"What?" David looked at Charlie like he was crazy.

"Well she… is a lot more patient when it comes to new things?"

David sighed and paged her.

She came in, yawning. "What? I was asleep."

"You coddle my baby doctors and they keep saying you teach them better."

"Of course I do. You doctors rush all over the place—holy shit. There's two of you!"

Bob waved.

"This is like the Parent Trap only not and… what? Back to the Future? How do you go Back to the Future?" Marcy asked, looking right at Charlie. "Are you going to puke?"

"Probably once I leave the room, yeah." Charlie admitted.

"Should I kick them out?" David asked. "Will it make it less stressful?"

"No." Charlie sighed. "Can I just do it flat and not hanging?"

Marcy looked at Bob. "Today he literally put a guy's intestines back in place without flinching but get him near a bone and he just…"

"Can we get it over with?" Charlie groaned, going on the left side of the bed.

"Please." Blaine nodded in agreement.

Marcy went around behind Charlie, walking him through what he would need to do since it was his first time handling a wrist fracture.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine." Charlie took a deep breath and, twenty seconds later, stepped back from the bed and looked like he wanted to puke.

"It didn't even make a noise, Charlie!" Marcy laughed. "It's okay! Good job!"

"I felt it. Ugh. I hate little bones. It's just…" Charlie shook his hands and took another deep breath.

Marcy covered her face, laughing so hard she had gone silent.

"That was perfect, Colloway. Good job. Gold star."

Charlie glared at David, who grinned at him. "You have bad bedside manner."

"You aren't my patient!"

"Thank you." Blaine said as Marcy rested his hand on his lap—honestly, he was afraid to touch it himself until something was on it. "It felt weird but didn't hurt."

"Yeah, that's the shot." Charlie nodded.

"Does this mean I can't ride the roller coasters?" Blaine sulked.

"They'll probably let you but if it's too sore, I wouldn't push it." Charlie shrugged. "But if you really want to do that, you'll definitely need a cast. I'd probably recommend a cast at least three weeks anyway and then a splint if you don't want the cast anymore after that?"

When Charlie looked at David for approval he nodded in agreement.

"Can it be pink?"

"Out of pink but we've got purple!" Marcy said excitedly.

"Yeah, you get back to work." David laughed.

"Having sex with you gets me zero perks around here. I used to boss you around, remember? Those were the best times." Marcy sighed. She then turned to Bob. "I absolutely love your son."

"I like him a bit too." Bob shrugged although he was smiling.

"Want me to do the cast or go back upstairs?" Charlie asked as Marcy left.

"I'll do it. Thank you, Charlie!"

Charlie grunted a bit and then said, "Don't even, Dad."

"I looove you." Bob cooed.

Charlie stuck his middle finger up and then let the door shut behind him.

"Told you he's mine." Bob told Blaine. "He gets that from me."

"I always thought both of you looked familiar but I couldn't figure it out." David said. "I'm going to get the cast stuff. Do you really want purple?"

"Try and fight me." Blaine looked at him, very serious.

"I'd win. You have a gimp hand." David snorted and left the room.

"I like Charlie." Blaine let out a sigh.

"You two are nothing alike, are you?" Burt asked Bob.

"God, no. It drives my parents crazy." Bob shook his head and laughed. "They literally don't know what to do when we're in a room together because he's really… nice."

Blaine snorted.

Kurt got up and sat on the edge of Blaine's bed since David hadn't put any of the rails up. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Tired." Blaine nodded and looked between Kurt, Burt, and Bob. "So… Do you think it might actually be over?"

"He assaulted a minor—second degree. He's broken into yours and Alex's house and he's been stalking you all. He's been within 500 feet of you. He's broken the PPO's who knows how many times. I'm aiming for eighteen months each for aggravated stalking, a $5,000 fine for assaulting Blaine, a $5,000 fine for assaulting Danny. That's not even considering what the judge will decide for breaking those PPO's. Either way minimum 36 months in jail or prison. No matter what judge gets it, he's going away for three years." Bob sighed a bit. "I'm sorry this is happening so close to the wedding, guys."

"Hey… do I have to go into work later?"

"No. You're done until you're back from Florida." Bob shook his head. "You need to rest. That's probably going to hurt."

"How am I going to sign things?" Blaine looked horrified.

"Good thing you punched with your left hand, kid." Burt chuckled.

"Oh. Yeah." Blaine said and perked up. "You mean… for real? Three years."

"Minimum." Bob nodded.

"I was supposed to get my suit."

"It's okay. I'll grab it on the way home. I can hem it if it needs anything." Kurt squeezed his thigh. "I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine smiled. "Well I guess I don't have to stress about vows anymore since I'll be drugged, right?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, leaned over, and kissed Blaine's cheek.

"Nothing else." Burt said. "Nothing else happens. Kurt, you take off to take care of Blaine and you two stay locked in that house. I'll be damned if you two aren't exchanging rings at 4:00 on Saturday. And then I'll damn both of you two."

Bob looked at Kurt and Blaine, clearly amused.

"Can we get pizza after I get my cast on?" Blaine looked at Kurt, sticking out his lower lip.

"Fine, Borat."

Friday, September 3, 2020 (Month 8 – Week 1)

"Doing okay?" Kurt asked warily the next afternoon.

They were sitting in the same room they'd been in before—waiting for Dr. Gaines and either Eric or David… or both Eric and David? Who knows? Just Dr. Gaines and at least one of the other two.

"Yeah. I mean, it hurts but we've got the rehearsal and then the dinner, so I don't want to take the medicine." Blaine, who hadn't even attempted to style or even brush his hair, nodded.

Kurt, who (not so) secretly liked the rare times Blaine went without styling his hair at all, ran his fingers through the curls in the way that usually soothed Blaine.

Blaine gave him a smile, looking into his eyes.

"What?" Kurt smiled back.

"This time tomorrow we'll be doing our first look… even though we're technically getting ready at the same place." Blaine's eyes were bright.

"You don't seem so anxious anymore." Kurt's smile grew.

"Yeah… I think it's because my dad is in jail finally, I'm done with work until after the honeymoon, and it's here. There's literally nothing else to worry about except for just… getting married." Blaine shrugged one shoulder and smiled. "I'm happy."

"Me too"." Kurt leaned over, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much." Blaine bent his head and kissed Kurt's.

Kurt sat up quickly when Eric came into the room in jeans and an NYU t-shirt on.

"Hey, guys." He yawned, sitting down on Kurt's other side putting him in the middle.

"David not coming?" Kurt asked.

"No. There's a baby in critical condition and the parents favor him, so he's pretty much been there sixteen hours a day." Eric said. "I came from home."

"I'm sorry." Kurt frowned.

"No!" Eric shook his head, looking at him like he was crazy. "This is important and you guys are my friends."

"I don't know what's taking so long." Blaine sighed.

"Oh, I do. Someone's giving birth across the tunnel thing." Eric said. "Shouldn't be too much longer. It was a natural birth. She'll stay long enough to get the baby situated with the nurses, she'll come here, and go back to check on that baby in a bit."

Blaine nodded. "I don't suppose she gave you pictures from yesterday's ultrasound?"

"Nope." Eric stood and went around the desk, opening some drawers. "But I may be able to find some."

"Are you… allowed to do that?" Kurt titled his head.

"Well she gets in my papers at the hospital, so I doubt she'll care." Eric pulled out two folders and opened them.

Blaine watched him, amused.

"I can feel your judgement from over here, Kurt." Eric glanced at him and came back around the table.

"Is that them?" Blaine asked eagerly.

"Yeah." Eric held two up, looking at them. "Is Quinn coming?"

"No. She's not feeling too well." Kurt bit his lip.

"She's in her eighth month of pregnancy, Kurt. She's probably fine." Eric reassured him, looking at some of the paperwork. "Baby A has grown another inch, B a quarter of an inch—but it's not even been a full week."

"Is that bad?"

"You know… I would feel better if he'd gained half an inch at least since he's behind." Eric admitted. "But sometimes that won't happen and, honestly, most of the weight gain will be during this last trimester. The important thing is he's still growing and that's what you should focus on."

"Do you think they'll have to be delivered early?" Kurt bit his lip.

Eric looked at the sonogram picture in front of him intently and nodded. "Yeah. If I had to guess, maybe four weeks out but probably not six I originally anticipated. I think the next three weeks will be pretty telling, though. The closer you get to the end, the more they should be growing. They'll be cooking a while longer."

"So… is it good or bad?"

Eric yawned again, covering his mouth. "Sorry. It's been a long week."

"You're okay!" Kurt reassured him.

"Hey, he's a celebrity. Did you sign a waiver?" Blaine joked. "We know people in high places."

"Baha. You know, I actually didn't sign one." Eric laughed. "When Chief made David sign one his face was hilarious. He was like, 'You don't understood. He's slept in my bed.' She looked so confused and Marcy's intern just looked at her like 'Oh, your boyfriend's gay?'"

"I mean… in all fairness, I did sleep in his bed with him a lot. Just sleeping, though." Blaine shrugged.

"Is he ever going to propose?" Eric asked.

"I don't know. He's been trying but she keeps figuring it out."

"Well you may want to give him a heads up if he doesn't do it by Thanksgiving she's proposing to him. Which would actually be hilarious because he's had the ring for ages." Eric shook his head. "It's really pretty."

"It is." Kurt nodded in agreement.

"He really has tried, though." Blaine laughed. "He gets so upset too because he gets nervous and then it doesn't even happen. I can't even imagine. I kind of feel bad for him."

"Oh, don't. He and Marcy are just weird." Eric shook his head and looked at his watch. "What's for dinner tonight?"

"I don't know. David's parents are either bringing food or we're going somewhere after." Blaine shrugged.

"Everyone wants to do something. My aunts are getting everyone breakfast tomorrow… Wes' parents lunch." Kurt said.

"Oh yeah. Alec's mom and mine were trying to compete over everything. That's why we just did what we did and you still saw them arguing over who would pay." Eric rolled his eyes. "End result is great but weddings are so stressful. Kudos to you all for sticking it out and doing a real thing, though."

"I hope it goes well." Blaine said.

"It will." Kurt said confidently.

"Ready for it to be over?" Eric asked.

Kurt and Blaine both nodded.

"Enjoy it, though. Seriously. We talk about ours still and it just went by so fast and we feel like we missed out on so much but you can't do everything at once." Eric shrugged a bit. "We're super excited for you and, Kurt, Alec's rewritten his speech at least ten times."

Kurt laughed. "I did the same thing with mine for your wedding."

"It's true." Blaine nodded as the door opened.

"Hello, everybody." Dr. Gaines smiled. "I know it's rehearsal day so I'll try to be quick."

"Take your time." Kurt said.

"I see someone found the photos." Dr. Gaines gave Eric a look. She then laughed and said, "It's okay. I go through his stuff too."

"Is Quinn okay?"

"We need to talk." She sat down with them.

Eric sat up very straight at that which did not help ease Kurt or Blaine's nerves.

Because no.

Nothing was wrong.

Not at all but especially not the day before their wedding.

"There has been spotting—not a lot, but it's not something we like to see in high risk pregnancies before 37 weeks." She said gently. "Because spotting sometimes indicates preterm labor."

"Is she in labor?!" Blaine's eyes widened.

"Not now, no. She has been cramping and has back pain, though so I'm worried."

"Bed rest." Eric said. "Mandatory bed rest until she gives birth."

"Effective yesterday." Dr. Gaines nodded. "Is this something that can financially be—"

"Yes." Kurt said. "Done. It's done. I'll get with Puck and—yes, it's done."

"Could it mean anything else? The bleeding?"

"The bleeding isn't heavy enough to indicate problems with the placenta and she has not miscarried. We just need her off her feet as much as possible so that they can get bigger and stay put."

"They?" Blaine echoed. "But A is—"

"Fine." Eric said. "Guys, it doesn't mean anything is wrong. It's insurance. Quinn's off her feet and those babies just grow. The less stress her body is under, the less stress the boys are under. It babies get to stressed, sometimes they come early so we want to prevent that. It happens all the time. Don't worry too much yet."

"He's right. They're doing good. We just want to make sure they keep doing good. We want them to stay put as long as they can." Dr. Gaines said. "But I don't think we'll make it to November. If we make it to October—even the first week of October—we will be in a much better position."

"But they're okay?" Kurt asked.

"And Quinn's okay?" Blaine added.

"I think Quinn is nervous like you two but I feel like keeping her off of her feet except for coming in for appointments will do a lot of good." Dr. Gaines nodded. "If she goes to the wedding, make sure she's seated most of the time and doesn't stay too late."

"So, next Friday?" Blaine asked. "For her next appointment? We'll be here."

Kurt nodded.

"Should we start biweekly appointments?" Eric asked.

"I want to give it two weeks and see if the spotting quits. If she is spotting still, then we should go to twice a week." Dr. Gaines nodded.

"Okay. It would kind of help me out if we could have them be the same two days and times or as close to possible." Eric said. "I'd like David and I both to be here so we're all on the same page."

"Is there a time or day that works best?" Dr. Gaines asked.

"I can do whatever." Blaine said.

"Me too." Kurt nodded in agreement.

"Monday and Thursday? Either early AM or late PM for David and I. The middle of the day is rough if we both need to be here." Eric said. "Just in case something freak were to happen I want us both to know 100% what's going on."

"Wait. That won't happen, though, right?" Kurt's eyes widened.

"Providing a plane doesn't crash or something, it won't." Eric said. "But just in case, we both need to be present in case one of us has to be elsewhere. Shit happens and we need to be ready for it."

"Done. Just keep in mind if there's a labor there could be a delay in me getting to the appointments." Dr. Gaines nodded.

"Okay." Blaine took a deep breath.

"I'll have the appointments scheduled and email it out to everyone." Dr. Gaines said. "Do you two have any questions?"

"Uh… only a million but none I can actually think of." Blaine sighed.

"You've got my number… and you'll see me later for rehearsal!" Eric said. "Hopefully I'll be on time."

"I can't think of any either." Kurt bit his lip.

"You all three have my number. If you think of any, call me. As soon as I can, I'll call back." Dr. Gaines said. "Try to not worry and you two have a really, really lovely wedding. You two make a cute couple and your boys are lucky to have you to as parents, okay? We've got this."

"Thank you." Kurt said, voice soft, as she left and rushed down the hall.

…

"This is it."

Blaine, who had just crawled into bed with Kurt an hour after making it back from their wedding rehearsal and dinner, looked at Kurt with an odd expression on his face.

He felt a little better seeing a similar one on Kurt's face.

Because was this even real life right now?

They were going to go to sleep together… and wake up on their wedding day?

After all of everything and they were here?

"Yeah." Blaine nodded. "I guess this is it."

"You feel better after talking to Eric and David again tonight, right?" Kurt asked, sounding somewhat breathless.

"So much." Blaine nodded again. "Do you?"

"A lot better." Kurt took a deep breath. "Oh my God, Blaine."

"Oh my God." Blaine agreed, eyes wide.

"This time tomorrow…" Kurt looked at him, his own eyes wide as well.

"I think the only reason I'm not freaking out is because I'm medicated for my wrist." Blaine let out a nervous laugh. "I'm lying. I'm partially freaking out still."

"I know you are because I know you." Kurt smiled, almost shyly, at him. "Okay. So… we get up at 6 and spend some time together... get breakfast together…"

"Yeah and then…"

"Get married!" Kurt gasped. "Well, ten hours later. But…"

"I get to marry you." Tears filled Blaine's eyes.

"And I get to marry you." Kurt nodded, his eyes teary as well. "Are you scared?"

"A little bit." Blaine nodded, wiping under Kurt's eyes. "Are you?"

"Yeah but I'm more excited." Kurt nodded after Blaine pulled his hand back and then, in turn, wiped under Blaine's eyes.

"When Harry Met Sally, right?"

Kurt sniffled and laughed. "When Kurt Met Blaine more like. I can't believe this."

"What?" Blaine sniffled as well and smiled.

"You and that stupid pocket watch and the staircase and just… you. I look at you and you still take my breath away, you know? I don't think everyone has that and I… I'm so lucky to have you, Blaine. I'm so happy we're here and healthy and together."

"It was your eyes." Blaine blurted.

"What?"

"Your eyes are just so beautiful." Blaine sniffled. "And you took off the sunglasses and they were there and I just… my heart stopped. It literally stopped when you spoke to me and I first really looked at you."

Kurt shook his head, wiping his eyes.

"No. Really." Blaine protested. "And then you smiled and it started again and you shook my hand and it was like this shock went through me. Your hand was so soft and, uhm… it's like I knew. And I had to touch your hand again so I grabbed it and took you and… then I forgot to ask for your number after."

Kurt gave a watery laugh, wiping his eyes.

"And I realized and I was so mad at myself and afraid I'd never see you again… and then I did see you again and you were so sad and I just… you know, David and Wes had helped me and I wanted to be that for you because I know how it saved my life."

Kurt nodded as Blaine wiped his own eyes.

"But I think we ended up together in the most perfect way but I just… needed to make sure you knew that I, uhm… I knew then too. It wasn't just you that knew. Sometimes it just takes me a little more time."

"I know, Blaine. I knew then too.." Kurt touched his cheek.

"I don't really believe in church or anything like that but… you stopped me. You were at my school. I wasn't even supposed to be at that school but the locker room thing happened and then the dance and I just… We have to be fate, Kurt. There's nobody else I could connect with on this level and I truly believe you're my soul mate and I was put here to find you." Blaine shook his head. "I sound so stupid."

"No." Kurt whispered, hand still on his cheek. "I know exactly what you mean because I felt it too. I knew it right away and it just was like… my heart just felt tight when I was around you. Like someone was squeezing it to the point where it almost hurt when I was around you and eventually when I wasn't even around you."

Blaine nodded.

"Every… Every day without you would be meaningless because I just… you're such a part of me, Blaine. And those nine months without you actively in my life… every day was meaningless except the moments when we were together and… and talking and trying. My heart wasn't tight and it just… it… I don't know." Kurt took a deep breath.

"I know." Blaine took another deep breath.

"It didn't mean anything without you. It wasn't… it wasn't a life I wanted and when we started talking again and then being friends again and then all of it again… I'm not good with words like you but with you it all matters. It's how it's supposed to be. Everything is light and brighter and easy and… I can't imagine not waking up next to you or fighting over that middle spot in on the bathroom shelf or whose turn it is to do the dishwasher or take out the trash and even the stupidest things… but I more can't imagine not looking into your eyes, talking to you, kissing you, loving you… even sex feels like they make it sounds in the books and not just this physical guttural thing. We're so connected and I hope we still feel this way in ten years, twenty years, forty years although wow. That is a long time away."

"I'm so lucky." Blaine sniffled.

"We're so lucky." Kurt nodded, tears spilling over.

"I just can't believe anybody has ever felt like this about someone else." Blaine whispered, his lip trembling. "They can't because it means so much to me."

"I think the same thing too." Kurt wiped under Blaine's eyes.

Blaine wiped under Kurt's as well as well.

"You're going to get your family, okay?" Kurt sniffled, putting his hand on Blaine's cheek. "Our family. You, me, and the boys… hopefully next it'll be you, me, the boys, and a girl."

Blaine let out a watery laugh. "You're always my love. You know that, right?"

"Yes." Kurt nodded and kissed him. "And you're mine. Forever."

"We… We've gotta go to bed." Blaine wiped his cheeks and then Kurt's. "We have to get up so early."

Kurt moved into a laying position, eyes on Blaine.

Blaine laid next to him, facing him and just staring.

"It's 12:02." Kurt whispered after looking at their alarm clock. "Happy wedding day, Blaine."

"Happy wedding day, Kurt." Blaine leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.