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For Ireland22 - *Sets Jeff's dad on fire* There you go!

Mended Hearts and Butterscotch Pie
Chapter Twenty-Three

"Hello," a voice said from behind them.

They all turned around and saw Conrad Sterling standing right in front of them.

"Dad?" Jeff croaked.

Sebastian wrapped an arm protectively around Jeff.

"Hey, asshole, what's up?" Sue asked.

"Oh, Sue," Conrad sighed, "You really want to talk to your little brother that way?"

"Yep," Sue said simply.

Conrad eyed them curiously before his eyes fell to Jeff's hand, "I see the fags are gettin' married. Good thing they can't do it here, I don't even want to hear about it," he growled.

Sue glared at him, "Leave, Conrad!"

Jeff was looking nervous at this point, gripping Sebastian's hand.

Beiste walked out, "What the hell is going on here?"

Jeff took a deep breath, "My dad."

"Listen here-" she started.

"Coach," Jeff swallowed, "Y-You've taught me something this year...not just how to run laps. You've taught me that you gotta stand up for yourself. You were a great example of how people stand up to their abusers when you left Cooter...now it's my turn," he let go of Sebastian's hand.

"Jeff-" Sebastian started.

"Just let me do this," Jeff whispered to him, he walked up to Conrad, "You've made my life a living hell since I was little. Ever since mom died, you were a mess, I get that. You didn't need t-to turn to the drugs and the alcohol. You hurt me...but more importantly you hurt Jake and Jared. We're your kids! If you needed help you could have asked! You can't just hit someone when they never did anything! It's just cruel! I'm not running away from this anymore! You have to get some help, dad! I want to have a good relationship with you but you're rude and homophobic and a complete asshole!" he took a deep breath, "I'm going to go to New York and go to the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. I'm getting married and I'm going to have a family. I'm not going to make the same mistakes you did. Ever. Goodbye, dad," he said simply, "I'd like you to leave now."

"I...I have to go anyways," Conrad said simply, getting in his pick-up and driving away quickly.

Jeff stood there in shock.

"Jeff? You alright?" Sebastian asked.

Jeff swallowed and nodded, "Yeah...I think I am."

Kurt sighed, looking around his almost empty room and looked at the stacked boxes on the floor. He walked over and sat on his bed, twisting his engagement ring on his finger nervously.

"Kid?" Burt asked as he walked in, "You're going to be late for your own wedding."

Kurt bit his lip, "I don't...I mean...I just don't want to leave it all behind," he whispered, "I know I said I always wanted to get out of this town...but I realized I'm going to miss it now, dad."

Burt sighed, sitting down beside him, "Everyone has second thoughts. But you love Puck."

"You sound like you're reassuring yourself," Kurt laughed quietly.

Burt smiled, "Yeah, just gotta get it through my head that this is really happening. It seems like yesterday I was fighting with Lizzy about what clothes we were dressing you in. I kept trying to make you a flannel baby and she had all these outfits picked out," he smiled sadly, "As you can see...she must have made an impact on you."

Kurt smiled, wiping his eyes, "You just had to bring up mom."

Burt sighed, pulling him into a hug, "She'd be so proud of you, Kurt."

Kurt laughed, "Thanks, dad. Despite me being gone, Carole still won't let you have bacon."

Burt laughed, "C'mon, wait 'til you see how well Mercedes and Rachel decorated."

Kurt smiled, getting up and looking at his tux in the mirror and fixing his hair again.

"C'mon," Jeff laughed as he walked in, "Don't want Puck to think you're getting cold feet."

Kurt laughed, messing up his hair.

"Ugh! Kurt!" Jeff went to fixing his hair in the mirror.

"C'mon, you two," Burt laughed, "Before Mercedes comes up here and drags you down."

Jeff and Kurt didn't need to be told twice, they hurried out of the room.

The wedding was held in the backyard. Kurt didn't want to have it in a church at all.

They didn't want it to be one of those corny weddings so they just picked a color and stuck with it. The girl's dresses were light blue and all the boys had on dark blue ties.

Kurt had picked Jeff as his best man and Mercedes as his maid of honor. It wasn't a traditional wedding so Kurt picked both. Then he Tina, Rachel, and Brittany. Puck had Finn as his best man, Quinn as his maid of honor, and he also had Mike, Sam, and Blaine.

The music started and the others started walking out.

Kurt took a deep breath. They decided he would be the one to walk down the aisle because Puck didn't want his mom to have to walk him down and he certainly wasn't calling his dad. So, Burt had to walk Kurt down the aisle.

Kurt smiled at Puck as he walked down, and his cheeks turned red as his dad handed him off.

They decided to have the wedding in Ohio, despite it not being legal. When they got to New York they would get the proper papers to say they were officially married. Kurt really wished there was marriage equality right about now, but he couldn't dwell on it.

"So," Mr. Schuester started, "The boys-" he cleared his throat, "Men," he corrected, trying not to laugh, "Asked me to do this. So, let's get started."

Kurt didn't really listened to most of the ceremony; he was too busy staring at Noah, remembering everything. He remembered the break up with Blaine that, in turn, made Noah comfort him and confess to liking him.

I really should thank Blaine, Kurt thought, laughing under his breath so no one could hear him.

"Alright," Mr. Schue smiled at them, a proud look on his face, "Do you, Kurt Hummel, take Noah Puckerman to be your husband?"

"I do," Kurt smiled, a blush coloring his pale cheeks.

"Do you, Noah Puckerman, take Kurt Hummel to be your husband?" Mr. Schue asked.

"I do," Puck grabbed Kurt's hands, smiling at him.

"I now pronounce you Mister and Mister...?" Mr. Schue looked at them.

Kurt smiled at him, "Puckerman."

Puck smiled happily.

"You can-" Mr. Schue started but Puck's lips were already on Kurt's and his arms were around Kurt's thin waist.

All of the football players started whistling and everyone else started clapping.

Finn cleared his throat, "Save it for the honeymoon."

Kurt laughed, pulling away and putting his forehead on Puck's.

"I'd like to introduce you all to Mister and Mister Puckerman," Mr. Schue called over all the clapping.

The reception went perfectly. Kurt and Puck's first dance was to All About Us by He Is We. It was held in the same place as Burt and Carole's reception, they knew the people that owned the place so they got a discount.

Kurt and Puck planned on having their honeymoon in their new apartment in New York. Puck wanted to "break in the new bed" which they had bought.

"Jeff's drunk," Kurt laughed quietly as he sat with Puck, pointing at the blonde coming onto Sebastian on the dance floor and the brunette boy sighed, dragging the blonde to their table, letting him sit in his lap.

Puck rolled his eyes, "I bet he's an emotional drunk."

Kurt shook his head no, "He turns into a total slut when he's drunk."

"How would you know?" Puck laughed, an arm around his new husband.

"Oh, please, you actually think that Dalton was a goody-goody school? You should have seen some of the stuff we got away with," he rolled his eyes, putting his head on Puck's shoulder. Their wedding was perfect. Nothing could ruin it.

"Hello, Noah," a voice said.

They turned around and saw James Elliot, Puck's father, standing there.

Except that, Kurt thought, I jinxed it.

"What do you want?" Puck demanded, his arm tightening around Kurt.

"I wanted to congratulate you two," James crossed his arms.

Weird, Kurt thought, Blaine's dad and Puck's dad have the same name- ugh! Don't dwell on that! You have a wedding crasher!

Puck glared at him, "Is that it?"

James held his hands up in surrender, "Alright, I get it, you don't want me here."

Ellen Puckerman, Puck's mom, walked up, "Exactly what the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"I'm congratulating Noah," James sighed, "Ellen-"

"Look, when you left, I threw a frying pan at you," she crossed her arms, "There's plenty of pans in the kitchen I can throw. So I suggest you get out of my son's wedding."

James walked out pretty quickly after the frying pan threat.

Kurt smiled at her, "Thanks, Ellen."

"Thanks, ma," Puck said at the same time.

Ellen laughed, walking away, "No problem, boys."

"Here," Puck smiled, "I got you something," he pulled out a brown paper bag that said LIMA DINER on it.

Kurt laughed quietly, "Noah, you didn't."

Puck pulled out a container with butterscotch pie in it, "Bertha made it special just for you and me."

Kurt smiled at him taking a bite, "This is better than wedding cake."

Puck nodded in agreement, "I always told you it was the best thing in the world."

"That you did," Kurt nodded, smiling.

"Here," Puck sat down as he came back from the buffet, giving Kurt a piece of pie.

"What is this?" Kurt demanded, poking at it curiously, "How much fat is in it? Noah-"

"Just enjoy yourself for once," Puck said, "It's butterscotch pie and the best thing in the whole world, Kurt. Well...besides you."

Kurt rolled his eyes, picking at the piece of pie.

"That's it," Puck said, grabbing a spoon, picking some up, and shoving it in Kurt's mouth.

"Noah!" Kurt said in shock.

Noah smiled, pleased with himself, "Good, right?"

"What are you thinking?" Puck asked.

Kurt laughed, "Just...remembering how it all started," he leaned on him.

"This is it," Kurt swallowed as he loaded the final box in the truck they rented.

"Yeah," his dad said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt bit his lip and latched onto his dad like he was a life raft, hugging him around the neck and burying his face in Burt's shirt. His dad smelled the garage and the fabric softener Kurt always picked out.

"Bye, daddy," Kurt whispered quietly, glancing at Noah who was messing with his phone in the truck.

"Bye, kiddo," Burt smiled, "I'll see you on Thanksgiving."

"Y-Yeah," Kurt mumbled as he pulled away and then hugged him again, "Bye."

Burt laughed, "Your husband is going to get impatient."

Kurt nodded, swallowing and walking over to Carole. He hadn't gotten used to having her as a mom like Finn got used to having Burt as a dad. Probably because he had memories of his mother unlike Finn.

"Bye, Car-" Kurt hugged her and bit his lip, "Mom," he corrected and hurried away before she could say anything, getting in the driver's side of the truck.

"Hey," Puck smiled at him.

"Hi," Kurt smiled back.

Puck kissed his cheek, "Mr. Puckerman."

"Hummel-Puckerman," Kurt laughed, pecking his lips and started the truck, "New York here we come."

End of Chapter
End of Season One