I do not own Harry Potter, or Glee! This is the last chapter of On the Runway! I may revisit this universe for future one-shots, but this is the end of the main story. Thank you for all your support of this story!

WARNING: Fluff, slash, bad language.

Chapter 16/Epilogue

Lord Harrison Potter-Black was a happy man. Two years after Kurt had moved in with him, and they were stronger than ever. Today was a day that when he was young, and scared, and pushed aside for his sexuality, that he was sure would never happen. Today, Harry and Kurt were getting married.

The ceremony was taking place in New York, as it still was not legal in Ohio. They would also enter a Civil Union in England, as a marriage there was also illegal. He had hope that this would change eventually, but until then he would have to be content with what he had. He had asked Kurt to be his husband eight months ago, and was still on cloud nine to have received a 'yes'.

The 'Big, Fat, Gay Wedding of the Century' - as the press dubbed it - was taking place at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The gorgeous outdoor venue for the ceremony was surrounded by gorgeous flowers and trees. The reception was going to take place in the Victorian Glasshouse, which would be studded with fairy lights once the sun had set.

Kurt had asked Mercedes to be his Maid of Honor, followed by Santana and Tina as 'Groomsmaids'. Harry was having his best friends Fred and George Weasley, as his 'Groomsmen'. Sirius would be his Best Man.

Burt was walking Kurt down the aisle, and though he acted put out by the entire affair, it was obvious that he was happy that his son was happy and adored. Harry had come to love both Burt and Carol, and they were ecstatic that Harry was joining their family.

In the last two years, Harry had completely stopped modeling. He was an up and comer in a prestigeous architecture firm, and Kurt was starring off Broadway, while finishing his degree at NYADA.

Sirius was still being Harry's proxy in the House of Lord's, and Harry had written an editorial that had been printed all over the UK. He would not be returning to England full time, until they acknowledged his marriage. He would not take up his duties until gay marriage was legal in his home country. This had not gone over well in some quarters in England, but Harry did not care. He would not be ashamed of who he was, or who he loved.

Harry was currently being ribbed endlessly by his friends. They assumed he and Kurt had an outrageous sex life (they did) and they were constantly 'taking the mickey' about it. He just smiled. They should all be so lucky- he couldn't blame them for their jealousy.

Kurt was rushing around like a chicken with his head cut off. He was a nervous wreck, and he wanted everything to be perfect. "Have the flowers arrived?" Kurt asked Sylvia, the wedding planner.

"Of course, Mr. Hummel. Everything is going according to plan. The flowers, and the cake have arrived, and the cake is being set up as we speak. Everything looks exactly to your specifications, and the caterer is on site. Lord Potter-Black is currently with his attendants, and the wedding is set to start at Seven p.m." Sylvia said, reassuringly.

Kurt took a deep breath, then let it out. "Don't worry, Kurt. Everything looks gorgeous. You are marrying an amazing man, who is hot as fuck, and thinks you hung the moon. You are going to be married to the love of your life at the end of the day, no matter what else happens. Try to calm down and enjoy it." Mercedes said, patting Kurt's back.

Kurt continued to breathe in and out, slowly. "You are right, 'Cedes. I just want everything to be perfect. I am going to start getting ready. I will be in the shower, if something comes up." Kurt said to his groomsmaids. They were all in various stages of hair and makeup, and would probably be glad to have him out of their hair for a while.

As he showered, Kurt could not help but think back on on the horrible life he had been leading in Lima. He was verbally, and physically abused for how he was born, and had learned to accept living in a quiet desperation. He had never thought he would find someone to love, or be loved by. Coming to New York had turned out to be one of the best decisions he had ever made.

Two men, brought together by love and circumstances, made themselves ready in seperate rooms.

Harry had hired a stylist for each of them, and was currently having his hair done. God only knew he was hopeless when it came to the 'Potter Hair'. Harry had a brief thought as to what his Father would say, had he been alive to see this. He shook those thoughts away, however. It did not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live. He liked to believe that his Mother, who died for him, would have been happy for him.

Harry got dressed. He was wearing a light grey suit, with a cream colored waistcoat, and cravat. His cutaway 'Morning Coat' was a nod to his British background.

Kurt was wearing a cream colored linen suit, with a light grey waistcoat and cravat. They were both wearing Grand Cru Lillies for their boutonnieres, and a collection of Lillies for the bouquets. (The beautiful yellow and orange lilies had been Lily Potter's favorite flower, and Harry had a tattoo of one on his left pec, over his heart, as a tribute to his mother.)

Harry, Sirius, Fred and George were standing at the altar. The sea of friends, family, co -workers, and aquaintances might as well have been invisible. As soon as the string quartet started, and Kurt appeared, he was all that Harry could see. He looked beyond gorgeous, and Harry's throat instantly clogged with emotion.

Kurt saw Harry, his beautiful Harry, standing at the altar, waiting for him. His grip on his Father's arm tightened, and tears sprung to his eyes.

"You alright kiddo?" Burt whispered. He looked up the aisle at Harry, hoping for a clue as to what was wrong with Kurt. The look of pure love, and devotion that he saw on Harry's face made his heart relax. This boy- no, this man- would follow his son to the ends of the earth. For a long time, he had been afraid that his baby boy would never have someone who looked at him that way. He had never been so happy to be wrong. As he gave away his beloved child, he was assured that he could not have picked a better person for the job. He kissed Kurt's temple, and took his seat next to a crying Carol.

"Dearly beloved..." The officient started. Harry barely heard the words said. He was in a daze, amazed at the fact that this beautiful man was soon to be his, completely. Harry and Kurt had eyes only for each other, and answered clearly while repeating vows of love, and fidelity.

"It is with great joy, that I introduce to you, the Lord's Potter-Black!" He said to much applause. "You may kiss your husband!" He said with a happy smile. The man loved doing weddings! He had finally been able to Marry his partner of 22 years recently, and he loved being able to unite those who had previously been unable to Marry.

Harry swept Kurt up into his arms, dipping him dramatically. The kiss that followed was 'just like the movies' according to Kurt and his friends. They laughed with joy as they ran down the aisle, eager to start their future together. And to think, it all started On the Runway.