A/N: A re-upload from AO3! This is an 8-chapter story focusing on Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe. Minor!Klaine.

Their relationship was rocky, but Blaine did not believe it was this bad.

"Blaine, let's go."

"Give him a moment, Sam."

Things weren't registering; Blaine's mind throbbed with confusion and hurt as his stomach twisted into vomit-inducing knots. What was happening? Why was this happening?

Rachel, what do you mean he left?

Staring at his knees, Blaine gripped the chaise's edge as Sam knelt before him. Sam tilted his head to meet Blaine's eyes, a hand on his knee, "Blaine, let's go, yeah?" He repeated, wrapping his other hand around Blaine's elbow to beckon him to stand.

But Blaine sat frozen, tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to fall. "I can't." He whispered.

Sam looked behind him at Rachel and Mercedes, "Guys, can you give us a minute?"

They looked back at him with concern, brows knitted in expressions of pity.

"Please?" Sam begged softly.

"What do we say?" Mercedes asked, voice laced with worry about the answer everyone in this room knows to be the only one.

Sam turned back to look at Blaine who remained in his shocked stasis, before answering, "The truth." Sam hated that he was putting Mercedes and Rachel in this position, but clearly, Blaine wasn't in the right mental state, and Sam wasn't about to leave him alone. "Get Santana to tell everyone if you guys can't."

"Okay," Rachel said, ushering Mercedes out of the room and closing the door behind them.

The silence lingered in the air before Blaine began to cry, his head hanging lower, and his shoulders shaking. "What's happening, Sam?" He sobbed. "I don't understand why he would do this…"

Sam did not know how to answer this. He, like everyone else, was thrilled that Blaine and Kurt found their way back to each other after being apart for so long. They had been through so much together, from their high school days at Dalton Academy and McKinley to navigating the challenges of a long-distance relationship when Kurt moved to New York.

He was worried for a split second when Brittany and Santana suggested a double wedding, as they had just gotten back together, but Blaine and Kurt knew they still had a lot of unresolved issues that needed to be dealt with.

And they did deal with it.

And they grew closer because of it.

And they were happier than ever.

And then six months later, today, was the day they were supposed to tie the knot.

But when Rachel and Mercedes slipped into Blaine's suite with that look, Blaine's mind shut itself off, like his body needed to protect his heart from giving out at any given moment. Like it was worried that the news that Kurt left would result in his literal heart breaking.

It felt close to that.

Their relationship was rocky, but Blaine did not believe it was this bad to the point where Kurt would abandon him on what was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Was all Sam could say.

Blaine lifted his head, the tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. "I thought we worked past our issues. I thought—I believed we've forgiven each other for our past mistakes. Was I wrong? Was he still holding resentment about—was it—me and Karofsky? O-or when I cheated…? What is it, Sam? Because I don't understand!"

"I have no idea," Sam lamented. "I have no idea, and I'm sorry I don't know what to do or say right now… But I'm here for you, man. No matter what."

Blaine laughed pitifully, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. "What do I do now?"

Sam contemplated that question for a while before planting both of his hands on Blaine's knees. "We could, uh, get out of here? We could head over to my place and play some video games, order take out, and we can, uh, figure it out tomorrow? Hmm, what do you say?"

"What if he comes back?" Blaine asked, hopeful.

"I'm sorry, Blaine," Rachel said, slipping back into the room. "He's gone."

"What did he say to you?" Blaine looked at Rachel with pleading eyes. "Did he say why?"

Rachel bit her lower lip, shaking her head. "No. Just that he was sorry and… that he couldn't do this. I'm sorry, Blaine."

Blaine's shoulders dropped, dejected. He leaned back in the chaise, staring up at the ceiling to stop the newly formed tears from dropping. Sam stood up from his knelt position, walking over to Rachel out of Blaine's earshot.

"Santana handled it," Rachel said quietly. "Everyone's confused, and Blaine's parents want to see him, but everyone's more or less leaving now."

"Okay," Sam nodded, eyes on Blaine. "You guys should head off too. I'll keep you updated."

"Are you sure?" She asked, worried. Sam nodded again. "Okay…"

After Rachel left, Sam sat by Blaine's side on the chaise, shooting occasional looks at his distressed best friend. A few moments passed, and soon, the silence grew deafening.

"I guess I got ordained for nothing," Sam joked, immediately regretting it as soon as he said it.

Blaine lolled his head to the side to look at Sam, "You can marry people for fun now, though," He cracked a faint smile, appreciating Sam's candour. "Tell me what you were going to say."

Sam furrowed his brows, unsure if it was a good idea. "I, uh…"

"It's okay, Sam," Blaine said, reassuring Sam's reservations. "It's okay." He repeated, turning his head back to look up at the ceiling.

Sam looked at his breast pocket where his speech lay neatly folded. He spent months writing his speech after getting ordained in the state of Ohio, and while he woke up today intending to marry Blaine and Kurt, he worried his words wouldn't capture the magnitude of their love and devotion to each other.

He supposed now it didn't matter if it didn't. Only Blaine would hear it and can decide.

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his speech, unfolding it gingerly as if the words were as fragile as snow. He cleared his throat, ready to read it out loud, but before he could, the door creaked once more, and in came Blaine's parents.

Blaine sat up at their anticipated appearance, blinking his eyes rapidly as if to push the tears back in. He thought he was starting to calm down, but in the presence of at least his mother, he felt like a child who scraped his knee learning how to ride a bike, needing to be comforted.

"Oh, Blaine," She sighed, arms reached out for a hug. Blaine immediately jumped up to his feet, falling into her embrace.

Sam stood also, heading out for the door to give the Andersons some space. Before he left, Blaine's father placed a reaffirming hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam sat in the front row of the perfectly aligned chairs that faced the beautifully decorated arch. The sun was setting over the beach's cliffside, the large oak tree where Blaine and Kurt were supposed to sign their names by the arranged pedestal, rustling through the wind.

If all were to go according to plan, Blaine and Kurt would've said I do as the sun sets right about now. It would've been a breathtaking sight to see. Sam loathes that even now, it's still breathtaking, and he's not sure how to feel about it.

Blaine placed a hand on Sam's shoulder after about thirty minutes with his parents. "Hey."

Sam looked up at Blaine, "Oh, hey. Everything okay?"

Blaine sighed, taking a seat across the aisle. "As 'okay' as it could be. They were sympathetic and basically said that they are here for me no matter what—just like you." He said. "Is he really gone?"

Sam grimaced. "Yeah, I think so."

Blaine nodded, needing to hear it again as if confirming suspicions. He exhaled shakily, leaning back in his chair. "So, your offer from earlier?"

Sam gave Blaine a small smile, "I'll go bring the car around. I'm sure Tina and Artie will sort out this stuff for you tomorrow." He gestures around them before heading off. Blaine returned the smile with a nod.

And then, he was left alone with his thoughts.

Staring off at the cliffside where the waves crashed beneath, Blaine's breath hitched at what could've been. A cry caught in his throat, mourning Kurt who vanished without so much as an explanation as to why he couldn't go through with the wedding.

Was the last few months just a mere fairytale?

He promised to communicate better, and he believed he did. He promised to expel all his concerns and his worries so that arguments and fights never escalated more than they needed to.

His tone grew softer—kinder—more forgiving. He loved Kurt so much in every essence, and in his heart, he knew without a doubt, that Kurt was the one he was supposed to spend every moment with, from when his eyes opened in the morning until sleep captured him at night.

And even then, he would meet Kurt in his dreams.

While the first time was his fault, being broken up with twice now since then had Blaine thinking—what is wrong with me? Am I really that unloveable?

"Hey,"

Blaine snapped out of his thoughts, whipping his head around at Sam. Except, it wasn't Sam.

"Sebastian?" He all but whispered, voice heavy with confusion and surprise.

"I was going to say sorry for missing the ceremony, but it seems like it didn't happen." He said nonchalantly, taking the seat Sam held moments before. He had a gift in his hand, setting it down like it didn't matter anymore on the chair beside him. He looked across the short aisle over at Blaine, expressionless—or maybe, calculated. "Twenty-year-olds aren't meant to be married, anyway."

Blaine's brows knitted, unsure as to why Sebastian was here in the first place. But then he remembered sending an open invitation to his Warbler brethren, and he supposed, Sebastian was a part of that cohort. And he did help with the proposal, after all.

"Why would you say that?" Blaine mumbled, hands fidgeting in his lap.

Sebastian shrugged, staring at the arch ahead that began to wilt away. "You should share yourself with the world before committing yourself to one person for the rest of your life. Your twenties are meant for you, not for someone else."

Blaine glanced at Sebastian's profile, curious about Sebastian's intent. His eyes then landed back on the arch, the irony of the arch being laced with dahlias almost making him laugh. "I wanted that though. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I was okay with that." He sighed. "And you helped me propose, so it's a little contradictory of you."

"Was I in any position to say no?" Sebastian asked with a lilt in his tone. "You look handsome, by the way."

The laugh escaped Blaine's lips. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. "Are you okay, though? I mean, it's kind of obvious, but I thought I'd ask anyway."

"I don't know how I feel," Blaine said. "Maybe numb. Maybe delusional. I don't know if this is actually happening or not because I just can't imagine a world where this would happen. Where I don't marry the love of my life and spend the rest of my days with him."

"You don't have to imagine it." Sebastian solemnly stated. "And you're twenty, what do you know about love?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Ever the cynic, Smythe?"

Sebastian gave Blaine a coy smile. "My redemption arc's a work in progress." He said. "I'm sorry that this happened to you."

"Thank you," Blaine responded. "Why were you late anyway?"

"Didn't think Kurt would want to see me," Sebastian deadpanned. "I was just planning on showing my face in support to a former Warbler during the reception and then dipping back on the next flight out of Ohio."

"You really don't like it here?"

"It had its charms," Sebastian gazed at Blaine. "But as soon as I got my diploma, I flew back to France and stayed with my mom for a while before my dad could even mention college admissions. Not that I had to do much anyway."

"Oh, I see," Blaine said, amused. "So you came back here for my wedding?"

"You could say that," Sebastian turned in his seat to grab his gift before handing it to Blaine. "Your gift."

Blaine took it, curious. "Am I even allowed to open it now?"

"It's versatile," Sebastian said. "It's more like comfort food now."

Blaine raised a brow, shaking the box to hear its contents, "Comfort food?"

"Hey, gentle!" Sebastian gawked, "They're macarons from this corner cafe in France." He informed as Blaine slid the lid open. "It's nothing special, but I guess here, it's the Belle's Ball."

"It's The Belle of the Ball, so that doesn't make any sense, and wow, Sebastian! These look great! Thank you so much." Blaine exclaimed, his eyes growing wide at the assortment of macarons. He picked one up and tried it, the dessert melting on his tongue.

"Whatever, I'm jet-lagged," Sebastian commented on Blaine's correction. "And you're welcome. Go easy on them, otherwise, you'll shit your pants." He couldn't fight the smile on his lips as Blaine downed a couple more.

"I haven't eaten all day," Blaine said with a mouthful. His shoulders suddenly dropped and he frowned. "Kurt would've loved these."

"His loss." That was all Sebastian could say. It was weird and eerily pitiful for him to see Blaine in this state, especially after they basically cut contact after the proposal. Not that it mattered—their lives were only briefly intertwined, and high school now feels so long ago that they're both different people than who they were almost two years ago. What else could he say?

Blaine stared at the box in his lap, swallowing whatever was left in his mouth. "It doesn't feel like it." He fretted. "I'm the one not getting married."

Sebastian looked at Blaine, concerned. "Is that your life's goal? Your be-all, end-all?"

Blaine turned his head, nodding at Sebastian.

"You're more than a piece of paper, Blaine." Sebastian mouthed.

"It's all I ever wanted." Blaine sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as if he was embarrassed to share this part of himself, let alone with Sebastian Smythe. "To be married, and to build the foundations of a home—a family. To grow old and be buried next to my loved one and meet them beyond the grave."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, confused. "You don't need to be married to do that."

But Blaine just shook his head, refusing logic as his heart and mind were drenched in grief, "It doesn't matter anymore. It's not going to happen to me. It's never gonna happen."

"What makes you say that?"

Blaine turned in his seat so he was fully facing Sebastian, "Kurt is everything to me. I thought I was everything to him. Who's going to marry me now if the love of my life won't?"

"I'll marry you," Sebastian whispered. "If it means that much to you."

Blaine laughed, incredulous. "What?"

Sebastian shrugged as if what he said was the most normal thing in the world, "I'll marry you." He reaffirmed more confidently. "Since Kurt isn't willing."

Blaine blinked, his senses coming down from escalating adrenaline by what Sebastian proposed. "N-no, that's not what I meant."

"But isn't it, though?" Sebastian cajoled. "Quite frankly, I think I'd make a better husband, I'm well-off, great in bed, and I'm easy on the eyes." He smirked.

"Okay, relax, Romeo," Blaine marvelled at the self-promotion, unsure of how to truly take it. Sebastian is officially insane! "You're insane," Blaine repeated out loud, putting the box of macarons on the chair beside him, before crossing his arms and legs and turning to face forward. "And you contradicted everything you just said!"

"I would've never left you at the altar." Sebastian attested. "Not with you looking like that." He eyed Blaine up and down, admiring his suit, his hair, and those eyes.

Blaine kind of enjoyed the flattery, blushing like a bashful schoolboy. "We don't even know each other, Sebastian. Not really."

"What's there to know?" Sebastian asked. "What do you want to know about me that I haven't told you before?"

A lot, Blaine thought, but the questions weren't forming. He supposed what he sees is what he gets with Sebastian. He spoke with candour and intent, and sure, Sebastian wasn't the greatest guy back in high school, but Blaine could not deny the truth; Sebastian had never lied to him about anything. Not once.

Blaine thought his love with Kurt was unconditional, but being blindsided today, and many other times before that—like when Kurt kept texting Chandler, when Kurt wouldn't answer his calls or call him at all when he was in NYADA, when Kurt implied that their escapade during Mr Schuester's wedding meant nothing, and when Kurt broke up with him in New York over toothpaste…

The truth hurts, but this was so much worse.

"I don't love you though," Blaine murmured. If his convincing was a bar that filled to one hundred per cent, he was strangely at ninety-five.

"But you can trust that I won't leave you," Sebastian said. "I came to all your shows and supported that little Glee club of yours, and… I changed. It's boring as hell, but I think it's for the better."

Ninety-six.

"We haven't seen or spoken to each other for almost two years now," Blaine protested.

"You're telling me all your secrets." Sebastian countered. "I can tell you all mine. I got time."

Ninety-seven.

"I have dreams of moving to New York—of going back to NYADA or NYU."

"Then let's find an apartment there."

Ninety-eight.

"You're okay with having a h-husband who wants to major in the performing arts?"

"I've seen you perform, I'm not worried."

Ninety-nine.

What is Blaine thinking?!

Blaine shook his head, berating himself for entertaining the idea with this line of questioning. How could Sebastian rock up out of nowhere and have him almost convinced that this is even a feasible idea worth indulging in?

He doesn't even know if he likes Sebastian that way, let alone willing to marry him on a whim!

"I'm upset," Blaine sighed. "This isn't right."

"What isn't right is thinking that Kurt's the only one who'll ever want to marry you." Sebastian asserted.

"Why are you even saying things like this?" Blaine asked, "You know how insane this is, right? How insane you are? How insane I would be to even consider this? You must be joking, right? This is a joke?"

"When have I ever been disingenuous with you?" Sebastian smiled softly, a hint of cockiness in his expression.

"We haven't dated, kissed, or had any semblance of a romantic relationship! Or even a crush," Blaine's voice hitched. "This is not what a marriage should be."

"I had a crush on you," Sebastian nonchalantly said. "And I've never been married, neither have you. So, who's to say?"

"You're serious." Blaine's shoulders dropped. He figured it was just Sebastian making fun of him or trying to make him feel better—distracting him from the harsh realities that were still settling in. But as he looked at Sebastian as the sun disappeared over the horizon, the gravity of Sebastian's proposal dawned true.

"A lot of people tarnish the constitution of marriage," Sebastian began, his tone grave. "It's not as sacred as people make it out to be. After all, fifty per cent of marriages end in divorce."

"It's sacred to me." Blaine protested, though with no ill intent. "I'm not going to be a statistic. This is a mistake and you and I would be idiots to commit it." He then swallowed deeply. "Twenty-year-olds aren't meant to be married, anyway." He recalled, mockingly.

"Then we'll get an annulment," Sebastian smiled. "But, between you and I, I do plan to consummate." He winked. Blaine rolled his eyes.

Sebastian's demeanour changed—the switch between playful and serious now turning into lament. "I'm really sorry, Blaine. I know this is probably not how you imagined today to be. And I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to about it. But I'm here if you ever want to, friend."

So, he was just joking?

Blaine sighed, trying not to think too hard about it. Where is Sam, by the way? "I don't know what I did wrong."

"Maybe everything. Maybe nothing." Sebastian tried to comfort. "All I know is that someone who proposed the way that he did doesn't deserve this."

Blaine smiled sadly, "Thanks, Sebastian."

"So, what do you say?" Sebastian asked, cheekily.

Blaine cocked his head, "What do you mean?" Sebastian nodded towards the arch.

So he wasn't joking?

Blaine blushed in embarrassment, covering his face and shaking his head. "No, Sebastian. That's… no. No, thank you. No." He sighed. "I still… Kurt could still…"

"If he wanted to, he would," Sebastian said. "And it doesn't look like he does. If the love of your life wouldn't want to marry you then—"

"The, uh, the guy that went to a school that I used to go to when I was a sophomore who kind of tormented the New Directions and blinded me will do?" Blaine asked rhetorically.

"Exactly."

"No!" Blaine exclaimed. He looked at Sebastian who batted his eyes playfully, feigning his hurt by Blaine's rejection. Blaine felt a pang in his heart. "Besides, I don't recall you proposing." He quipped, lightening the mood.

Sebastian snorted incredulously. "Uh, I said I'll marry you?"

"That's not a proposal," Blaine deflected, matching Sebastian's bantering vibe. "Did you forget how I proposed? Now that was a proposal."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, deflated. "Fine, fine, okay." He said, before getting up from his seat.

Blaine's eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat as he watched Sebastian kneel on one knee before him. What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing?!

"This good enough for you?" Sebastian deadpanned, gesturing at himself in his knelt-down position. The orange hue of the sun's final light illuminated his figure, the warmth of the day filtering into the evening of the night.

Blaine's brain short-circuited at the sight, and he wanted to stand, and he wanted to pull Sebastian up and say this is stupid, stop it! Because it was stupid. And it was just plain insane. But all Blaine could muster up was, "What, no ring?"

If anything, it seemed like a stall.

Sebastian raised a brow in acknowledgement. He loosened his tie before he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. He then dug around underneath before he pulled out a necklace, a ring slung around the chain. He opened the clasp of the necklace, pocketing it, before showing Blaine the ring with an engraved S on it. "My grandfather on my mother's side's signet ring will do?"

Blaine swallowed deeply. "You still didn't ask." He whispered scandalously.

Sebastian smiled softly, "Blaine Anderson, will you marry me?"

"I…" Blaine's heart beat hard in his chest, his stomach fluttering sick. What is this feeling? He was jesting, but the look in Sebastian's eyes…

"Blaine, what's going on here?"

Blaine whipped around at the sound of Sam's voice. He stood up shocked, as Sebastian followed suit.

Sam eyed Sebastian suspiciously as he walked down the aisle, unsure if what he saw was something he could even begin to address. "Did he just propose to you?"

Blaine gulped as his cheeks grew red in embarrassment, "Um, he was just—"

"Yeah, I did." Sebastian unabashedly interrupted.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Sam chided. "Are you the reason Kurt walked—Blaine, is he the reason—"

Blaine shook his head, his hand outreached towards Sam as if to calm him down, "No, Sam, no. Sebastian's just dropping by. He's just playing around."

Sebastian shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug smile on his lips, "No, I'm not."

"Okay, whatever, crazy," Sam rolled his eyes, deciding this wasn't a conversation he wanted to partake in any longer. "Let's go, Blaine. The car's out front." He grabbed Blaine by the nook of his elbow, but Sebastian's fingers held onto the tip of Blaine's as if to beckon him to stay.

Blaine looked down at the gentle grasp before looking back up at Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes met his—genuine, truthful, exposed. And Blaine felt compelled.

One-hundred.

"Sam," Blaine turned to look at his friend.

Sam's expression dropped, understanding the look in Blaine's eyes. "You can't be serious." He exasperated, his grip on Blaine faltering.

"Kurt's gone," Blaine remarked listlessly. "He doesn't love me."

"And you think this guy does?" Sam gestured at Sebastian with his other hand. "Blaine, you're hurt, you're hurting and you're not thinking straight. You don't want this, please. Let's go."

Blaine stood his ground. "I think I do." He struggled out of Sam's grasp.

"You don't know him," Sam pleaded for the last time. "You were just engaged to be married to Kurt. And he's taking advantage of you. This isn't a game. This is serious."

"Sam," Blaine repeated. "I kept trying to make it work with Kurt for years now. I tried dating other people and I still gravitated towards Kurt. I worked hard through all our hardships and all of our differences. I tried my best to be the best for him. And what has it got me? Left at the altar without so much as an explanation. I'm not even worth a goodbye."

"This guy is not the solution," Sam huffed, his resolve breaking.

"Sam," Blaine began once more. "Marry us?"

Sam gritted his teeth. He wanted so badly to just turn on his heel and leave Blaine alone, but his legs betrayed him as such. He stood frozen by Blaine's request, his mind racing with a million thoughts. But the look in Blaine's eyes had him faltering in his stance, worried that Blaine would just go off and do it anyway without him.

He would rather be there than not be.

Stars littered the night sky as Sam went around the altar placing candles meant for the cutting of the cake ceremony as Blaine and Sebastian stood in front of the wilting arch.

It was hard for Blaine to meet Sebastian's eyes who gazed at him like there was no tomorrow. "Nervous?" Sebastian asked, playfully.

Yeah, nervous was one way to put it.

"Don't be," Sebastian assured when Blaine couldn't find the energy to respond. "I'll be a good husband. I cook a mean grilled cheese."

Blaine cracked a smile at the thought, the ridiculous thought.

Once Sam was done, he stood between them and took a deep breath. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah," Blaine took one himself, nodding as all the nerves dissipated from his system.

"Yeah," Sebastian said once Blaine confirmed it himself.

Sam looked at Blaine, shooting him one last lifeline. But Blaine smiled back, and it was answer enough. "Okay. So. Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the union between Blaine Anderson, and… Sebastian Smythe."

Sam wasn't going to pretend that this was orthodox, and quite frankly, as he was setting up the candles, he was racking his mind on what to even say. What could he even say? Blaine is his best friend, and he meant what he said when he said he would always be there for him for whatever he needs. And while this isn't what he meant, he wasn't the kind of guy to go back on his word.

Not even for something as crazy as this.

"I'm… not quite sure what there is to say. So, if you guys have any, you can say your vows."

"I'll go first." Sebastian volunteered, taking both of Blaine's hands in his. Blaine swallowed deeply, but he allowed this.

"Blaine, whatever happens beyond tonight, just know that I will be the very best version of myself that you deserve. I won't talk of love and romance when we're barely reconnecting as friends, but what I will talk of is stability—certainty—trust. Those are things I can, without a doubt, promise you.

You're worried about the prospects of majoring in the performing arts? I'll work every single job there is to make sure that whatever happens, you get to pursue your dreams. You want to go back to New York? No worries. I'll get us an apartment near whatever school you want to go to. And you have reservations about us having not spoken in a while? I'll answer every call, text, or mail as soon as I get it.

And if you regret this in the morning, I'll make sure you don't become another statistic. These are my promises—these are my vows."

Blaine, and maybe to some degree, Sam too, was speechless. Sebastian's thumbs ran over the bumps and crevices of Blaine's hands, and Blaine had never felt so calm in his life.

Sam cleared his throat after a moment, "Uh, um, Blaine? Any vows?"

Blaine looked at Sam like a deer caught in headlights. He never expected Sebastian to be so… genuine about his vows. He felt a little guilty for not understanding the magnitude of Sebastian's proposal. "Um, yeah… Sebastian—"

"Nah, no vows." Sebastian interrupted. "I don't need any vows from you, Blaine. Just be yourself and be happy, killer."

"Okay," Blaine said softly.

"Okay," Sam repeated, looking down at his palm cards. "So, um, repeat after me, Blaine."

"I, Blaine Anderson, take you, Sebastian Smythe, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." Blaine recited after Sam, his words growing more and more sure with every passing vow.

"And Sebastian, repeat after me."

"I, Sebastian Smythe, take you, Blaine Anderson, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." Sebastian acquiesced, his smile so contagious it made Blaine smile too.

Sebastian took his signet ring out of his pocket, placing it on Blaine's finger in lieu of a wedding band. Blaine took his own ring that Sam held onto—one that was meant for Kurt to put on his finger, and slid it onto Sebastian's. Both rings didn't fit right, and it was comically cute that Sam couldn't help but put his own feelings aside about the situation, even if for a mere moment.

"So, with the power vested in me in the state of Ohio, I now pronounce you, husband and husband." Sam stopped his speech short, unsure if the next part was something either wanted.

But Sebastian leaned forward, and Blaine just gravitated in; their marriage now sealed with a short but sure kiss.

Fireworks.

Blaine signed the certificate, and Sam signed on as the witness. Blaine's head reeled at the reality that he just married Sebastian Smythe; it was exhilarating, and his blood pumped with adrenaline he never felt before. He looked over at Sebastian as he signed his name, oh so stoic and calm.

For a fleeting second, Blaine wondered if Sebastian regretted it. Like he was making a joke this whole time but then couldn't find a way out of it so he just had to commit to the bit.

But Sebastian noticed Blaine's gaze and returned it, smiling so brightly with teeth so white it was blinding.

His doubts? Now dissipated.

Sam scrolled up the certificate and placed it in a protective tube. Sebastian gave the two of them a moment as he went to fetch his car.

"This really happened," Sam said, wagging the tube around. "You really married Sebastian Smythe."

Blaine exhaled like he was holding his breath this whole time, "I know. This is crazy, right?"

"Downright insane," Sam echoed. "Are you really sure about this?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded. "Thank you, Sam. For being here."

"Of course," Sam masked behind a smile. "Anything for you, Blaine."

Sebastian beeped twice as his car pulled up to the front of the cliffside venue. Blaine looked back at Sebastian then back at Sam, "So, you'll take care of this?" He asked, referring to the certificate.

"Yeah, of course," Sam said.

"Great, thank you." Blaine grinned. He leaned in and gave Sam a tight hug. Sam did not want to let go. "I'll… I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Let me know if you need anything."

Blaine then rubbed the back of his neck, his demeanour shy and coy. "Don't tell anyone, please? At least… not now. Not until I've, you know…"

"Yeah, for sure, no worries," Sam assured in understanding.

With that, Blaine Anderson-Smythe headed down the aisle and into his husband Sebastian's, car.