Day 7: Love You I Do – Dreamgirls
A/U in which Kurt and Blaine got to plan and have a proper wedding.
Blaine walked in the door, dropping his keys on the table and sighing. It hadn't been a horrible day by any means, but he was glad to be home. He toed off his shoes and was about to go to the kitchen for a glass of water when his socked feet bumped up against something light and crinkly. He looked down and saw a balled-up piece of paper. Curious, he picked it up and began pulling it open to see what it was.
"Don't open that!" Kurt yelled frantically, running from the living room and snatching the paper from Blaine's hands.
Blaine startled. "Kurt? What…" he trailed off.
"Sorry," Kurt apologized, putting a hand on Blaine's arm. "Hi," he added, giving Blaine a peck on the cheek both in greeting and apology.
"Um, hi? What's going on?" Blaine asked, eyeing the paper that Kurt was currently squishing into an even tighter wad. "If you squeeze that any harder, I think you're going end up with a diamond."
Kurt self-consciously loosened his grip and huffed out a laugh. He tossed the offending item behind him, and when Blaine's eyes tracked its path, he saw it land amongst about a dozen other scrunched-up pieces of paper on the living room floor. "At least I'll have done something valuable with it," Kurt grumbled.
He sulked his way back to the living room, flopping on the couch as Blaine followed and sat beside him. "I've been trying to write my vows all afternoon," he explained with a sigh. He gestured to the mess on the floor. "Needless to say, it's not going well."
Blaine scanned the room and saw several books on the table – everything from poetry to Austen to various songbooks – all with little notes sticking out of the sides at odd angles. Kurt's laptop was open on the table, too, with several tabs open to pages for wedding vows and the like.
"No matter what I write, it just isn't right," Kurt continued. "This is our wedding, Blaine. It has to be perfect!"
Blaine turned on the couch, facing Kurt with one leg tucked up beneath him. Reaching out, he took his fiancé's hands in his own. "Kurt," he said, "look at me." Kurt complied. "Honey, you need to stop stressing out about things like this. I mean, do you really think there is anything you could say in your vows that would make me stop loving you or not want to marry you?"
Kurt smiled sheepishly, "No, I guess not. Although there was that one time I said something rude about Katy Perry…" he teased.
Blaine laughed, lifting Kurt's hands and kissing his knuckles. "That was pretty egregious behavior, but it isn't enough to keep me from making you my husband. I tell you what," he began, releasing Kurt's hands and grabbing the pad of paper and pen that Kurt had been using for his notes. Twisting away dramatically to hide his writing from Kurt's view, he scrawled something with exaggerated movements.
"Here," he announced, handing over the pad. "This is all you have to say the day we marry."
Written on the paper in large letters were two phrases: "I love you," and "I do."
Kurt traced the letters with his index finger fondly. Raising his eyes, he gave Blaine a watery smile. "I can do that," he murmured, leaning over to kiss Blaine gently. "I may need to practice, though."
"Of course. Rehearsals are important," Blaine with teasing solemnity.
Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's, closing his eyes and letting out a breath. "I love you," he whispered.
"Do you?" Blaine replied in the same hushed tone.
"I do."
A/N: Halfway there! I had the darnedest time coming up with an idea for this one.