A/N- Thank you all, once again, for reading and reviewing. I will be back with the sequel (threequel?!) to WMUI and AFY- Once in a Lifetime- very soon. I have some stuff going on right now, so it won't be as quick as I'd like, but the first chapter will go up on Sunday 2nd March, and the schedule will be sun, weds, fri as always.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the final chapter.

Blaine links his arm through Kurt's and they step out into the cold night air, breath puffing out in little clouds as they walk slowly away from the church, the sound of carols still playing in the background. Kurt studies Blaine out the corner of his eye, noticing how straight and tall he walks now, head held high with a small smile playing on his lips, and he gives him a gentle nudge. Turning his head, Blaine smiles and returns it, prompting Kurt to do the same again.

"Okay, what?" Blaine asks with a laugh.

"You enjoyed that service," he says knowingly.

"It was boring."

"It was not!" Kurt laughs at Blaine's surliness. "It was cute, and made me feel all warm and fuzzy. You're proud of your dad, admit it."

"I've heard him preach a hundred times."

"I know that," Kurt says evenly. "But you're viewing him with different eyes now, because your relationship has changed. There's no more secrets. He knows you, and you know him. And I know," he says with another nudge, "that you were proud of him this evening."

Blaine is silent as they walk on, but Kurt is aware of him glancing across every so often, and he eventually stops and huffs loudly. "Your accuracy frightens me."

"I love you," Kurt says simply. "It's my job to know you."

They arrive at the car, and Blaine leans against it, pulling Kurt close. "Merry Christmas," he whispers, leaning up slightly to kiss at his lips.

Brian locks the church door, turning to Mary and Cooper. "That went well, I thought," he says with a smile. "It was good to have the whole family there again, and Kurt made a point of telling me he enjoyed the sermon. Yes." Drawing himself up to his full height, he puffs out his chest proudly. "It went well. Where are they, anyway?" he asks as they walk down the path.

"They decided to go on home," Mary says. "Kurt suggested they make hot chocolate for everyone."

"Uh..." Cooper stops in his tracks when he spies Blaine and Kurt against the car, sharing sweet kisses. "We uh..."

"Oh." Brian stiffens but stays watching as Blaine- oblivious to anyone looking on- rubs his nose against Kurt's then whispers something in his ear to make him laugh.

"Do they have to do that right outside a church?" Mary whispers. "Your church?"

"I don't think they planned to, Mary," Brian says as calmly as he can. "And it's not my church, it's God's."

Cooper steers his mom in the opposite direction, toward their own car, but Brian remains rooted to the spot, and as Kurt brings one hand up to cup Blaine's cheek and their lips meet again, Brian is struck with how mesmerised they are with one another- so much so that they are prepared to share such a tender moment of love and affection outside a church in Ohio, where people who have known Blaine since he was a child walk past disgusted, before doing a double take when the streetlight catches on Blaine's face.

"Isn't that your boy, Pastor Anderson?" Mrs. Myer asks from by his side.

"Yes, it is." He turns his attentions away from Blaine and Kurt to look the shocked woman square in the eye. "And his husband. They were in the service tonight, didn't you see?"

"His husb...I...he...you... His husband?"

"Yes," Brian repeats, feeling oddly calm and at peace. "They were in the front row, with Mary and Cooper."

"I saw them," she nods, mouth still hanging open in shock. "But I didn't know Blaine was... that...Oh Pastor Anderson. I'm so sorry," she says with a hand on his arm. "I'll pray for you. For all of you. Especially him. In the meantime, I suggest you tell the other boy he's not welcome and make sure to keep them apart as much as you possibly can. Actually, I know a doctor who could help. He goes to the Pentecostal church in Worthington. He could..."

"Mrs. Myer," Brian interrupts. "Please. No prayers are necessary. Blaine and his husband are home with us for Christmas, and so is Cooper. I really couldn't be happier. There is nothing wrong with either of my boys, and certainly no doctor is ever going to cure Blaine of his homosexuality, that's just not how it works. Blaine is who he is, and right now he's a loved up newlywed looking forward to his first Christmas as a married man. Might I suggest, if you really feel the need to offer prayers on this subject, that you pray for yourself and others to learn tolerance, acceptance and understanding? Because in my view, love is love. And right now, I've never been prouder of my son. Merry Christmas."

The short drive home is virtually silent, with no one knowing what to say. Unsurprisingly, the house is in darkness when they arrive, and it is a full half hour more before Blaine and Kurt burst through the door, eyes shining bright and lips swollen and red.

"Oh!" Blaine says in surprise. "We thought you'd be longer. Sorry. Uh...we...were..." he takes a deep, shaking breath and glances at Kurt before trying again. "We had to..."

"We saw you," Brian says, and Kurt looks down at the floor and bites his lip. "We saw you kissing against the car."

"Dad... I'm so sorry," Blaine whispers, mortified.

"Why?"

"Why? Because I don't want to make you feel awkward, that's why," Blaine says sadly.

"You didn't," he shrugs, getting out of the armchair and heading toward the kitchen. "You made me feel nostalgic, if anything," he says as Blaine and Kurt follow him. "I can remember stealing kisses from your mom after midnight communion," he says with a smile. "Lots of times. But the year her stomach was swollen with Cooper, I leaned into kiss her and he kicked his protest," Brian laughs. "And he arrived a week later. Your mom and I used to joke he came three weeks early just so he could keep an eye on me."

Blaine falls onto a stool in relief, and Kurt stands next to him, putting a protective arm around his shoulders. "Um...I'm sorry too," he says as Brian fills a pan with milk and Mary and Cooper come into the room. "You invited me for the holidays and I certainly didn't mean to repay you by..."

"Kurt, really, it's okay," Mary says, taking everyone by surprise. "You didn't do anything wrong. Nothing about that was explicit, or inappropriate. I don't want you to feel ashamed of loving each other. Please."

"And other than being disappointed that there wasn't hot chocolate waiting for me, I'm good," Cooper says with a teasing grin. "Though you knew that already."

"Thank you," they both mumble, embarrassed and overwhelmed.

"You might need to dodge the wrath of Mrs. Myer for the rest of your visit though, Blaine," Brian says. "If she's not too busy praying for my mortal soul, that is."

"Did she say something?" Blaine asks.

"A few things," Brian nods. "But she's probably just put out that her matchmaking of you and Jessalyn won't come to fruition. Now, Kurt, help me with this cocoa. I haven't a clue what I'm supposed to be doing."

"Did you mean all that?" Mary asks after Brian finishes telling her about his conversation.

"Actually, I did," he says, turning out the light and pulling up the covers. "I surprised myself with how much their kissing didn't bother me. It was sweet, actually, to see them like that. Maybe I was a little intrusive, to stand and watch, but it gave me an insight into their relationship that I wouldn't have otherwise, because in that moment all that existed for them was each other. And it was quite special to watch."

"Do you think Agnes Myer will put in a complaint?"

"I don't know," Brian shrugs. "But I do know that if my congregation want to fire me because I have a gay son, that says more about them than it does me. I've thought and prayed long and hard about this, Mary. I've wondered if my belief in Blaine and Kurt's relationship means I no longer believe in the bible, but I don't think it does. I still think the overwhelming message Jesus wanted to bring, was to love each other. So some guy several hundred years ago decided to write that you can't lie with another man... But is that for us to deny someone their right to love and be loved? Blaine is- and will continue to be- a much happier person because he has Kurt in his life, and the support and acceptance of both families. If we stamp our feet, tell him it's a sin and goes against nature, then that estranges him from us and makes for misery and pain all round, and I just don't see how any loving God could want that for his children. I don't believe my acceptance and love for my son and his husband makes me a bad Christian, far from it. I think it makes me better. So I can live with whatever comes our way because of all this, because I know my God would never want me to abandon my son."

There is a rustle of covers in the darkness, and then Brian feels his wife press close to his side, her hand resting on his chest. "Brian?"

"Yes, Mary?"

"I have never loved you more."

"I have an announcement," Blaine says proudly the next day over dinner.

"Oh Blaine, no," Mary says hastily. "Why do you have to save these things for the dinner table?"

"No, it's not shocking and life changing," Blaine laughs. "It's just... I've been doing a placement at a Kindergarten in Brooklyn for this last semester, and um... They've offered me a job," he says proudly. "Being a class assistant three times a week. Also, the teacher in my class is due to retire when I graduate, meaning...hopefully...I could take over."

"Blaine, that's wonderful!" Cooper says, reaching across to shake his hand.

"I know you don't think Kindergarten teacher is a man's profession," he says to his dad, but Brian is quick to interrupt.

"Actually, I can see you'd be very good at it," he says. "And I'm pleased for you. You have responsibilities now, a duty to provide for Kurt as well as yourself. So it's important to have a stable and secure job. Do you know what you want to do, Kurt?"

"Well I graduate this summer," he says, "and I'm going to study for my masters while hopefully working in theater, so then I can teach at college level."

"Excellent," Brian nods. "Make sure we have tickets to your shows."

"I got a tattoo of a dolphin on my butt."

Blaine chokes on his water at the timing of Cooper's confession and Mary looks between them both. "Cooper? Why are you being strange?"

"I did," he says. "They got drunk and got married, I got drunk and got tattooed."

"Cooper, is this a joke?" Brian asks warily.

"Nope." Standing, Cooper lowers his pants and pulls down the back of his underwear, revealing the tattoo to his shocked parents. "There." He pulls up and sits down again. "No more secrets. Unless you two got drunk and did something startling."

"We did not!" Mary says primly, still shocked.

"Mary threw up in my hair on our wedding night," Brian says suddenly, making Blaine choke again. "We snuck up to our room with a bottle of champagne. Neither of us had ever touched alcohol before. It took us a week to get over the hangovers and actually be able to consummate the marriage."

"Ew!" Cooper shouts. "That last part? We did not need to know!"

"It took us eight months," Blaine says quietly, but everyone hears and Kurt shrieks his protest. "Do you mind?! Blaine! These are your parents! Oh my goodness," he groans. "I want to die."

But the laughter around the table, and the happy relaxed atmosphere, makes Kurt forget all about any awkwardness, as for the first time in many years, the Andersons have a truly happy Christmas.

New Year is spent with Burt and Carole, before all four fly to New York to help with the move. It goes well- if you don't count the five hours it takes to dismantle and reassemble Blaine's enormous bed- but both were reluctant to leave it for the new tenants. And when they finally sink into it that night- in their newly partitioned bedroom, thanks to Burt- it is with an enormous sigh of relief.

"I had plans to screw you senseless on our first night in here," Kurt murmurs, holding his arm out for Blaine to snuggle in. "But I'm too tired to move, so it'll have to be tomorrow."

"Wow. So charming," Blaine chuckles, kissing along his collarbone. "Of course, you could just stay there while I ride you..."

"Blaine, Kurt won't tell us what you got him for Christmas," Rachel announces as she marches in and sits on the bed. "We think it's because you forgot to get him a gift."

"Oh please." Blaine sits, indignant at the intrusion and the assumption. "I got him a gift."

"Knock, woman!" Kurt grumbles. "You too," he adds as Santana walks in.

"On a curtain?" she asks, raising one eyebrow.

"On the wooden frame!" Kurt shrieks, becoming more annoyed by the second. "And dad's coming back next month to do doors, anyway. Ours will have a lock."

"Why? It's not like you two ever do anything," Santana says as Rachel hides a laugh. "Every time I walk in on you in bed, you're wearing pajamas and talking. Oh, apart from one time, when you were reading the newspaper together. Wild."

"You..." Blaine starts, but an insistent Rachel cuts him off.

"Did you get him a gift then? Why won't he tell us what it is? What did Kurt get you?"

"We got each other gifts," Blaine says shyly. "We know what those gifts are, too. We just haven't gotten around to exchanging them yet."

"Why?"

"That makes no sense," Santana cries. "You two are so bizarre. If you have gifts, just hand them over to each other."

"No," Kurt snaps, crawling across the bed to push them off the end. "The moment has to be right, and that's certainly not with you two in the room. Now go."

"Fine," Rachel huffs. "But when you do exchange, we want to know what the gifts are."

"Weirdos," Santana calls over her shoulder.

"Ugh." Falling back against the pillows, Blaine flips out the light and kisses Kurt's lips. "Goodnight, my one and only."

"No riding?"

"Not now," he grumbles. "Tomorrow, like you said."

"Thanks for saying I could be on the same shift schedule as you," Rachel smiles as Santana joins her behind the counter. "It's nice for the boys to get some time alone."

"Welcome," she says amiably, taking the ketchup bottles to refill. "And yeah, I agree. If they get time alone they're more inclined to be sociable the rest of the time."

"I wonder what they're doing right now?" Rachel says dreamily, staring out into the distance as she thinks of the two cute lovebirds cozied up at home.

"Probably fucking each other into the middle of next week."

"Santana!" Rachel cries, but she laughs in spite of herself.

"Actually, they're probably incapable. They'd keep stopping to ask each other if they were okay. Or they'd blush so hard at the first inappropriate squelching noise that they'd be unable to continue."

Rachel all out giggles this time, swatting Santana with her dish towel before picking up her notepad. "You know them too well."

"Yes, Blaine! Yes!" Kurt cries, legs wrapped around Blaine's waist as he drives deeper. "Fuck me...fuck me so hard!"

"Take it," Blaine forces out through gritted teeth, gripping Kurt's hips tighter as he pounds into him mercilessly. "Fucking take it...shit...yes..."

"You know..." Rachel continues as she returns to the counter, sliding her order through the hatch to the chef. "I'll bet they make love really slowly and quietly. That's kinda cute, I guess. I've never heard them, and my old room was right next door to Kurt's. Have you?"

"Nope," Santana shakes her head, collecting as many ketchup bottles as she can to return to the tables. "I caught them kissing in the kitchen once. Kurt was sitting on the counter and Blaine was stood between his legs. It was...intimate, more than passionate. Blaine apologized to me non stop for a week, like I'd caught him getting sucked off."

*
"Talk to me, Blaine," Kurt begs, gripping the edge of the sink harder as Blaine slams into him again. "Get me there."

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You like me telling you how pretty your ass is when I'm fucking it?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh god...Blaine..."

"Your tight little hole looks so good, baby. So good stretched around my cock. Yeah...fuck...so hot...watching me filling you up. And you take it so well..."

"They're probably on a netflix marathon," Santana notes an hour later as they pile the chairs onto the tables in the now empty diner. "Since two this afternoon. Disney classic after disney classic. Maybe a couple of musicals thrown in for good measure."

"And when we get home they will have fallen asleep on the couch, and they'll wake up all embarrassed," Rachel laughs.

"Yeah, and Blaine will hide in his room for the next three days because we saw Kurt's hand under his t-shirt, daringly resting on his own husband's chest."

"Ha!" Rachel laughs again and is unable to resist high fiving her new housemate. "Let's see how quietly we can roll back that enormous door."

"I can't..." Blaine moans as he rides Kurt, sweat dripping from his forehead into Kurt's eyes- not that he minds.

"You can," Kurt pants, fucking up into him. "You can. One more. Go on, baby, go on."

"Fuuuuuck," Blaine grunts, twisting his wrist around the head of his cock as his fifth orgasm in eight hours tears through him and a tiny dribble of come falls burningly from his cock. Kurt withdraws with an exhausted groan, letting his husband roll tiredly onto his side where he curls naked on the couch.

"Jesus fuck," Kurt moans, standing on wobbly legs and making his way unsteadily to the kitchen. "Bed, floor, bathroom, shower, couch."

"Kitchen," Blaine says suddenly right behind him, making him startle.

"What? No...no."

"Not fair," Blaine says hotly, taking Kurt's hands and placing them on the edge of the counter. "I'm on five, but you're only on four. I wouldn't want you to miss out. Now give me that tight little ass so I can rim you while you jerk off."

"Oh. They must be in bed already," Rachel says, disappointed that her stealthiness has gone unrewarded.

"It's ten thirty. Figures," Santana says, rolling her eyes as she throws her purse onto the couch, then stops dead as she hears a noise.

"Was that...?" Rachel starts, but she is silenced by Santana's hand on her arm, who then beckons her toward the kitchen.

"Your tongue," Kurt groans, forehead resting on the counter as he pushes back onto Blaine's face. "Your tongue...fucking me...feels so good, Blaine. Harder...fuck me harder."

"Retreat!" Santana hisses, as Blaine's hand spanks hard over Kurt's ass. Pulling a wide eyed Rachel back from the doorway she grabs both their purses. Forgetting all about being stealthy, Rachel slams the sliding door loudly back into place as they tear down the stairs and out onto the street, giggling wildly.

"What did you see? What did you see?" Rachel shrieks.

"Only Kurt moaning against the counter, and Blaine's feet...he was very obviously kneeling behind him," Santana splutters. "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"I don't know whether to be disgusted that they were doing that in our shared kitchen, or in awe that they actually were doing that."

"In our shared kitchen," Santana adds.

"Do we say anything?"

"Are you out of your mind? They'd be mortified. And they're only doing what couples do...and clearly loving every second. If we let on that we saw anything Blaine will probably never be able to get it up again."

"I never imagined them to be like that," a still wide-eyed Rachel says.

"Me neither, but I guess that's what being married is all about," she shrugs. "Having a relationship that no one else ever truly gets to see."

"Wanna go down to Marie's bar and drink cocktails?"

"May as well, I don't think either of us will be able to sleep for a very long time."

"We're going to work, Blaine," Santana says slowly and clearly the next day. "We will be home just after ten thirty. Okay?"

"Okay," Blaine says, eyeing her strangely as she continues to stare down at him sitting on the couch. "Have fun."

"Ten thirty."

"What about it?"

"That is when we will be home," she continues loudly.

"Why are you talking to me like I'm foreign? Or deaf?"

"I'm simply letting you know that we will be working from two until ten, arriving home at ten thirty."

"Yeah, okay. I get it. God you're weird."

"What are your plans?" Rachel asks as casually as she can.

"Not a lot. Kurt's working until five. I've got some study to do, then I'll walk down and meet him."

"Then come back here?"

"Yes. It's where we live. What's going on?" he asks. "I feel like there's something you're not telling me."

"Nothing at all. Have fun," Rachel smiles. "And maybe...clean the kitchen. With bleach."

"She did that this morning," Blaine says, pointing to Santana. "I've never seen her clean anything before, much less bleach the entire kitchen."

"Well... We like to be sanitary," Rachel says brightly. "We'll see you later. Around..."

"Ten thirty, yes, I know," Blaine says, still frowning at their odd behavior.

But in the end Blaine doesn't walk to meet Kurt, or do his study. The second the girls leave the apartment he sets to work, dashing down to the deli on the corner before hurrying home to prepare a three course meal. By the time Kurt gets home- tired and looking forward to a lazy evening on the couch after yesterday's exploits- the entire place is transformed and Blaine stands next to a romantic candlelit table for two, wearing a tux and looking more nervous than Kurt has ever seen him.

"O-Kay," he says slowly, looking around the room which is lit by twinkling fairy lights and candles. "I've had my birthday, it's not yours until June, our anniversary is in April..."

"But we haven't exchanged Christmas presents yet, and it's January ninth."

"Oh!" Kurt's entire face lights up. "Ooh...I love you!" he cries, surging forward to capture Blaine's lips. "I'm changing. Wait there."

He is back in minutes, wearing an elegant navy suit which makes Blaine swoon as he pulls out his chair for him to sit. "You nervous?" Kurt asks when Blaine sets two starters of seared scallops down.

"Yeah." Settling opposite, he allows himself a moment to admire Kurt's breathtaking beauty before pouring two glasses of champagne.

"But why? It's just us."

"I know. But...it's special, isn't it?"

"I know. I'm petrified," Kurt admits, making them both laugh.

They settle into easy chatter over dinner and long after, finally getting a chance to talk about Kurt's first visit to the counsellor with Blaine, and the impending arrival of his dad the following weekend to attend a session.

"I'm not even nervous anymore," Blaine admits excitedly, "about the counsellor, I mean. And dad. It's like... I know nothing bad will come of it."

"That's so good to hear," Kurt smiles, reaching for his hand. "You know, when I went with you, I was happy to hear that Simon thinks you're doing so much better. I mean, I know; I can see it, and Christmas was just wonderful... But to hear he thinks the same...yeah. I'm proud of you, you know."

"Aw, I don't know about that..."

"Well I do," Kurt says firmly. "I'm telling you, you make me proud. Now. I believe we have gifts?"

"Not yet," Blaine says, his cheeks adorably flushed as he stands and offers his hand to Kurt. "Dance with me."

"Huh?"

"Dance with me."

"But there's no music."

Blaine rolls his eyes, and runs to his iPod Dock, setting it to play and returning to Kurt's side. "Dance with me."

"Oh!" Kurt's eyes fill with tears as Come What May starts to play. "Can this be ours?"

"For sure," Blaine smiles, and Kurt takes his hand.

They dance together, Blaine resting his head contentedly into the crook of Kurt's neck, happy to listen to him sing along until Kurt digs him in the ribs and he sings too, moving to hold Kurt by outstretched hands and spin him around on the spot for the final notes to die away.

"That was fun," Kurt laughs, breathless, but then his eyes grow darker, his face serious as he steps closer and drapes his arms over Blaine's shoulders. "You. I just... I love you." They kiss slowly and sweetly, pulling back to stare into one another's eyes, then Kurt surprises Blaine by dropping to one knee.

"I love you," he repeats, this time taking a small box from his pocket and sliding an elegant gold band onto his ring finger. "My husband."

"Oh Kurt." Blaine kneels opposite, taking an identical ring from his pocket and swiping at his eyes before holding Kurt's left hand in his and sliding the ring into place next to his engagement band. "Marry me."

"Huh?"

"Again. Marry me again."

"Wh-what do you...? What does that mean?" Kurt asks in confusion.

"Marry me again," Blaine repeats. "It sounds more romantic than 'let's renew the vows we never remember saying,'" he says with a shy laugh. "But that's what I'm asking. We have the rings," he says, gesturing to their hands. "We have the title, the relationship and the piece of paper saying we're joined in matrimony...but neither of us can remember exchanging those vows which mean so much... So I'm asking you to do it all again with me. A proper wedding. However and whenever you want. It can be just us, or just us and the girls, or all our family and friends, I don't care. We can get married indoors, outdoors or in the Central Park fountain for all I care. I just want us to look into one another's eyes and make those promises for real this time, because we know we mean every word. So please, Kurt Hummel... Will you marry me?"

Kurt looks into Blaine's eyes, mouth twitching into the biggest, brightest smile Blaine has ever seen him give and he kisses Blaine on the lips quickly before uttering one simple word.

"Yes."

And so, a year to the day since their Vegas nuptials, Kurt and Blaine stand in the Brooklyn Botanical Garden and exchange vows in the bright spring sunshine surrounded by their family and friends. It is simple, elegant, understated yet beautiful, and both grooms manage to hold it together until Brian Anderson reads the bible passage that has come to mean so much to both of them.

Afterwards, when the speeches have been delivered over a long meal, and the tables are all pushed back against the walls, Kurt proudly leads his husband onto the dance floor as their song starts to play.

"Have you had a good day?" Blaine asks, voice barely lifting over the music.

"The absolute best," Kurt smiles. "And I'm excited for tonight. I've always wanted to stay at the four seasons, and now we have the honeymoon suite."

"Yeah," Blaine agrees. "Your dad and Carole sure know how to give an awesome wedding gift."

"Did you see him crying?"

"Yes. He cried onto my shoulder when I went to the bathroom too. It was awkward."

They both laugh, and Blaine draws Kurt a little closer, dropping a featherlight kiss to his cheek. "I'm um...I'm thinking of taking the counseling down to once a month."

He feels Kurt nod against him, his fingers sliding up to play with the curls at the base of his neck. "If you feel that's right."

"I do. I mean, I might need to go again more in the future, and I don't want to stop it altogether, but right now...I just don't feel the need to attend weekly."

"I agree. And that's good, that you're open to going again regularly if needed. Your parents going to all those sessions with you helped, I'm sure."

"As did your company," Blaine reminds him. "I feel like I have a clear direction and purpose, and I can honestly say that I like myself again."

"Good," Kurt smiles. "Because I happen to like you too. Now kiss me."

"Mr. Anderson-Hummel, It would be my absolute pleasure."

A loud cheer erupts when people notice the pair locked together in a passionate embrace, but rather than pulling away embarrassed, Blaine lifts Kurt off the ground, swinging him around while still kissing him, eventually setting him back on his feet and giving a bow to their guests before pulling him towards the bar.

"Uh.. Blaine, Kurt?" Brian Anderson calls after them. "Could I just talk with you a moment?"

"Sure," Blaine nods, and they follow him into the foyer where his dad stands awkwardly.

"I just wanted to offer my congratulations," he says sincerely. "It was a beautiful ceremony. I'm glad you came clean about Kurt not knowing all that time, Blaine," he says, reminding him about his tearful confession during one of their counseling sessions. "Because to me, it makes what you've achieved together all the more remarkable."

"I'm not sure mom sees it like that," Blaine says with a smile.

"No, but then she's still worrying Cooper will contract hepatitis all these years on from the tattoo," he laughs. "You know your mom, Blaine, and I hope you know that she loves you very much."

"I do."

"Well anyway." He fumbles in the pocket of his suit, pulling out a long envelope which he hands to them. "No wedding is complete without a honeymoon," he says, shyly, reminding Kurt very much of Blaine when he's feeling awkward. "Cancun. Two weeks. Booked for after Kurt's graduation." He shuffles a little on the spot under the startled gaze of the boys. "I uh...I didn't know where you would like to go, but Cooper thought you'd like it and..."

Blaine just nods, incapable of moving, so Kurt goes first, surprising Brian with a warm hug. "Thank you," he says, grinning widely. "We couldn't afford a honeymoon so... Thank you. And again, not just for this but for everything."

"You're very welcome," Brian nods, his gaze flitting worriedly to Blaine who is still unmoving. "If you don't want to go there, Blaine, you can change it I'm sure."

"No, I...I love it," Blaine nods, looking up and offering a real, genuine smile. "I'm just overwhelmed, once again, with your generosity...and I don't just mean in terms of this," he says, waving the envelope. "And um... I love you. That's all really. I love you, dad."

They hug tight, and Brian laughs when he realizes he can rest his chin on Blaine's head. "I think I'm glad you didn't grow," he says. "Because you're still my little boy. Now go," he says, straightening his jacket in an effort to hide his awkwardness, and Kurt smiles when he sees Blaine do the same. "Take your husband and get out of here. Just don't throw up in his hair."

Later, much later, when they're sated and curled in each other's arms, Blaine lets his fingers trail over Kurt's arm where it rests over his waist. "You know, a year ago, when I boarded that plane to Vegas, I moaned the entire way. I've never been as drunk as I was that night, and I don't think I ever will be again. But gosh, I'm glad that for once, I behaved like an absolute rebel."

"Ha! You can still be a little rebellious, when needed," Kurt says sleepily. "Like blowing me as I drove over the Brooklyn bridge."

"You nearly drove off the Brooklyn bridge."

"True."

"I love you, my one and only," Blaine says happily, kissing his lips. "Always and forever, my one true love."

"I love you too, my beau." Taking Blaine's left hand with his, he looks down at their wedding rings. "Mr. and Mr. Anderson-Hummel," he sighs. "How wonderful that sounds."