"If any of you can show just cause why this couple should not lawfully be joined together in supposedly-unholy matrimony, speak now, or forever hold your peace," the justice of the peace had just said, and there was silence. To Kurt, it sounded like he was speaking underwater.

It was now or never.

Speak now or forever hold his peace.

Kurt was standing before he could even think about it, and he could barely hear the gasps from the other members of the audience or see the horrified looks, though he did notice Cooper's victorious gesture. He didn't look at Cooper, he didn't look at the justice of the peace, he didn't look at Jonathan.

He only had eyes for Blaine.

"Blaine, don't get married." Despite the first outbreak of shock, the audience was silent as Kurt spoke, and he clenched his hands to prevent them from shaking. "You need to hear me. You know I'm not the type of person to ruin a wedding, I love them too much, but you're marrying the wrong guy, and I think you know it. I think you've known it for a while, and you've been too scared to admit it, even to yourself." Kurt could feel himself tearing up as he spoke. Blaine looked shocked, but his eyes were soft as they met Kurt's. "And… I love you too much to let you make the biggest mistake of your life by marrying Jonathan." Blaine looked floored, and touched, and he took a deep breath. Kurt stepped out of his row, standing in the middle of the aisle, and outstretched a hand to Blaine. "I love you. Come with me. Don't marry him."

There were about two endless seconds of silence before Blaine looked at Jonathan, and just when Kurt was ready to run out of the room and never speak to anyone he knew again, Blaine bit his lip, stepped down from the platform, and walked down the aisle to Kurt, taking the proffered hand. There were gasps and yells and some cussing from Jonathan that came out the speakers, but Blaine held Kurt's hand tightly, and they rushed out of the wedding together.

When the heavy doors of Saint Patrick's shut behind them, there was silence. Blaine didn't let go of Kurt's hand, but he also didn't say anything. Kurt hailed a cab with a wave. Blaine and Kurt climbed in. "Where are you headed?" the driver asked, thankfully not asking about their attire.

"404 10th Avenue," Blaine replied before the wedding-ruiner could say anything, the first time he had spoken in what felt like forever. Kurt didn't ask him why they were headed to the reception hall, just accepted it and stayed quiet as the cabbie pulled out from the curb. Blaine was still holding his hand.

"I think we ruined Stephanie's chance at starting a music career tonight," Kurt tried horribly to joke, because the silence in the cab was killing him. Only Blaine's hand confirmed that he was really there.

"I think I ruined everything," Blaine whispered, and that killed the conversation.

The cab driver dropped them off directly in front of the 404, Kurt paying, and Blaine pulled Kurt inside without explaining to him why they were there, or even talking to him. "Hello, Mr. Holloway-Anderson!" the receptionist said cheerily, then noticed Kurt and stopped dead in her tracks before she could say anything worse. Blaine shot her a death glare and then continued upstairs.

The reception hall was entirely set up when they got there, and it looked gorgeous. But the walls were covered with pictures of him and Jonathan, many of them together, so Blaine killed most of the lights, leaving on only the ones behind the bar. He let go of Kurt's hand and started to pour himself a drink. "Want one?" he asked Kurt, who nodded, being hit fully with what he had just done. He had just stopped a wedding, ruined Blaine's marriage before it began, and turned Blaine's world upside down in the process. Blaine poured two, handed Kurt one, and then put the bottle back. Instead of settling at a bar stool, like Kurt had done, he walked over to the wall, leaning against it as he slumped to the floor, barely lit by the lights from the bar. Kurt abandoned his stool, crossing the room to sit next to him on the floor. It wasn't actually that uncomfortable.

"Blaine, I-"

"Drink," Blaine interrupted him, swallowing down his own drink in one gulp, and once Kurt had done the same, he spoke again. "So. How long?"

"Cooper came to my apartment this morning and asked me to do it," Kurt explained. "I actually decided when you paused."

"Right before 'I do,'" Blaine confirmed with a nod. "I can't believe I did that." Blaine closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned his head back against the wall as he spoke.

"Paused?"

"Walked out of my wedding."

"Right." Kurt was kind of wishing he had another drink. "Why are we here?"

"Figured we would be left alone. My phone and keys and wallet are still at the church, and I don't want to be found by anyone." They lapsed back into silence, and Kurt was seriously considering digging that bottle back out. Whatever it was, it had been good, and steadied him. "I know you've been planning this since you met Jonathan," Blaine said, breaking the silence and disproving Kurt's original theory that Blaine had been clueless. "Why else would I have given you Elizabeth's last name?" Blaine sounded ashamed of himself.

"Blaine, if you were unhappy, why didn't you just tell someone? Tell Jonathan? Preferably before your wedding." Blaine chuckled and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.

"As you might have noticed, Jonathan's not the easiest person to talk to sometimes." Suddenly, Blaine groaned and put his head in his hands. "God, what am I going to do?" he exclaimed. Kurt put a hand on his back, looking out at the polished white floors, not knowing what else to do. "I just… I just gave up what I've been building for years. And you know what the sick part is?" Kurt waited for an explanation, an answer to the rhetorical question, but he realized Blaine was looking at him like he expected him to respond. Kurt shook his head. "I don't regret it for a second." There was a moment of tension, and then Blaine suddenly lunged forward and kissed him, warm and sweet and a little desperate, just like their kiss at the Village Underground.

"I'm glad," Kurt said once Blaine had pulled away.

"So, what do we do now?" Blaine asked, so close Kurt could feel his breath on his lips. Suddenly, Kurt's phone buzzed. "Don't answer it," Blaine suggested.

"It's Cooper," Kurt explained as he opened the text.

From: Cooper
''Enjoy life with your stolen bride or groom. Be cautious, however, as someone who is likely to walk from a wedding may be afraid of commitment and insecure in relationships. This could pose problems for your relationship.' Yeah, right ;)'

Kurt started laughing. "What?" Blaine asked, peering at his screen. "What does that mean?"

"It's from the WikiHow on How to Stop a Wedding," Kurt explained.

"They have that?" Blaine asked, smiling for the first time since they got in the cab.

"Sadly," Kurt said, smiling in return.

"That is good advice. The first part, anyway."

"I agree."

"So, now what?"

"Did you leave the wedding because you didn't want to marry Jonathan or…" Kurt let his question trail off, hoping the runaway groom would fill in the blank, but Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.

"Or…"

"Or because you want to marry me?" Kurt asked, saying the words he had specifically not included in his objection for fear that they were just one step too far.

"Both," Blaine answered, giving him a quick peck, "but I think we have a little bit of life-sorting to do first."

"Like what?"

"Like what happens now." Blaine was very persistent.

"Now…" Kurt said, thinking it through. "Now, you leave your brownstone and I leave Brooklyn, and we get a condo or house together in Manhattan." Because together, they really did have the money. Maybe not for Lexington Avenue, but for a nice house.

Blaine smiled. "With room for kids?"

"Absolutely," Kurt replied. "All the wedding gifts get sent back, you and Jonathan go half-and-half on the expense of the wedding and reception that never happened, you two say goodbye, if you want to," Blaine looked terrified by the prospect, so Kurt didn't push it, "you go on tour with Florence + the Machine, put out an album, and start writing again. I see if I can stop being such a workaholic and spend a little bit of time with my…" Kurt trailed off, because what did he call someone who had left a wedding for him?

"Boyfriend," Blaine filled in, "for now."

"For now," Kurt agreed, sneaking a glance at Blaine's left hand.

"Right, these." Blaine took off his Mac Daddy engagement and new wedding rings, placing them on the floor and revealing the tan line on his finger. "I should probably give these back to him."

"That looks much better," Kurt said, taking Blaine's bare left hand.

"It looks terrible," Blaine argued, giving Kurt a kiss on the nose. "Maybe soon, I'll have something else to cover that tan line with."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really," Blaine said, giving Kurt another kiss. "I certainly hope so."

"Me too," Kurt said with a laugh.

"What else do we do?" Blaine asked, but that one sounded like more banter, and Blaine was smiling.

"We get married," Kurt said, making Blaine smile some more, "be the Hummel-Andersons, have three kids and a duplex in Manhattan. You write me a billion sappy love songs and make millions of dollars because you're so ridiculously enamored with me. I design all the clothes for your tours and get promotions in the fashion world, go to Fashion Week and network, have a successful career. We send those three kids to Ivy League colleges, if that's what they want, and we live happily ever after, growing old together on a front porch somewhere in the Hamptons because we will make just a ridiculous amount of money."

Blaine laughed and kissed him. "That is quite a speech for you, Mr. Laconic."

"I stole it from Cooper," Kurt admitted.

"I promise I will love you even when you're old and wrinkly," Blaine said sweetly, but Kurt scoffed.

"I may get old, but I will never be wrinkly. You've seen my moisturizing techniques." Blaine laughed and kissed him again. He couldn't seem to stop touching Kurt, not that the countertenor minded at all.

"As for me writing you a billion sappy love songs, can I start right now?" Blaine asked, and Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Off the top of your head?"

"No," Blaine said with a laugh. "I've been writing this for the last week, since we ran into each other. When you rescued me. It's the first song I've written in… a long time."

"Then sing away. I hope you've gotten better at serenading since high school," Kurt said with a grand flourish. Blaine wrapped Kurt in a bear hug, readjusting them until Kurt was seated between his legs, Blaine's arms wrapped around his torso, Kurt's head lolling on his shoulder.

"Oh, hush," Blaine said with a chuckle, and then paused, probably reconsidering his song choice. "The studio version of this will probably be a little more upbeat," was how Blaine prefaced his song.

"I don't care if this is terrible, this will be our wedding song," Kurt promised him.

"I love you," Blaine muttered, the first time he had said those three little words in years, "but I don't think this will make the best wedding song."

"I love you, too, and I don't care," Kurt insisted, and Blaine kissed him before he started singing.

I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there's no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you can feel the world shake from the words that are said

And I'm calling all angels
And I'm calling all you angels

And I won't give up, if you don't give up
I won't give up, if you don't give up

I need a sign to let me know you're here
'Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I'm calling all angels
And I'm calling all you angels

When children have to play inside, so they don't disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies 'cause we don't talk for years
And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world where what we want is only what we want until it's ours

And I'm calling all angels
And I'm calling all you angels
Calling all you angels

A/N: Thank you all for not giving up on me as I took forever to update this story, but this is the end! Yay! I hope you all enjoyed, and thanks for all the reviewing and support.

Song used:
'Calling All Angels' by Train

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