Thank you for the crazy amount of feedback I've gotten on this silly little story - it's been a blast, writing something completely different!

This is the only planned epilogue, and I think I feel quite done with this universe for now. I have two other stories that demand a lot of time and attention, so I'll focus on writing on No Regrets and Can You Love Me Again? for now. But who knows, maybe I end up doing another stunt project like this during the next NaNoWriMo.

You are all awesome, thank you for all the love you've shared! Just over 300 reviews - insane! 94 favourites - and I'm such a sucker for even numbers, so I dare dreaming about a 100 favourites in the end... Djeeze, way to be greedy, BlurtItAllOut!

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"I can't believe you'll be 21 next week, man. That's so grown up. Weren't we just in high school?"

"Finn, please look at me," Kurt sighs, and adjusts his boutonniere in front of the mirror. Finn does as he's told. "Good, and then try to take in the decorated room next to us with the three floor cake."

"Pssh," Finn objects. "Blaine and you have acted like newlyweds since you started dating, so this won't change a thing. We all knew this would happen."

"But you didn't expect me to turn 21?" Kurt drawls, and winks at his brother in the mirror.

"Not this soon," Finn admits. Kurt rolls his eyes, but only with half force, because he can kind of understand what Finn means. It feels like yesterday he was this scared fifteen year old in the closet and tossed in dumpsters. And today he's legally marrying the love of his life.

"You ready, Kiddo?" his dad asks from the door opening.

"Any last advice? You've done this twice now."

Burt chuckles and slides up to Kurt, while Finn makes a transparent excuse about finding Rachel.

"Just say I do each time they ask you something, and you should be fine."

"I know. I think I've got the wedding covered. It's the marriage I'm thinking about."

"Just do what you've done so far; love each other and be the other's best friend."

Kurt nods and meets his dad's eyes.

"Please be honest with me. Do you think we're rushing things?"

"Of course not. You've always had on that bucket list of yours that you want to be married by 21," Burt laughs.

"Dad!" Kurt groans.

"Here's the thing, Kiddo. It doesn't matter what I think, because Blaine and you are two grown up men who make your own decisions about your lives. If this is what you both want, and you want it now, then it isn't too soon."

"But it does matter what you think. You're my dad."

"That chorus will be old soon, now that you've got a new man who's the most important in your life," Burt says, coughing to clear his voice and mutters something about damn spring cold.

"You'll always be my dad," Kurt says softly, and blinks several times.

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm really proud of you, and I'll never stop supporting you in finding love and happiness," Burt rumbles, and Kurt falls into his body for that great hug his dad always gives. Burt gently pushes him back to continue talking. "The first time I met Blaine, I understood why he'd captured your heart. In him, I saw someone who'd be good for you."

"He was so nervous to meet you during Christmas," Kurt reveals, smiling fondly at his fiancé's need to impress the in-laws.

"Which is why I didn't introduce myself when I went to see him during Thanksgiving. Let the kid have a chance to be himself, I though."

"Dad!" Kurt exclaims, "you've never told me how you found Blaine. What did you do to him?"

"Relax, son, I only went down to Monty's and had a little chat."

"About what?" Kurt narrows his eyes suspiciously.

"Mostly, the Buckeyes," Burt nods.

Kurt huffs, and brushes delicately over his already perfect tie.

"You've never needed my permission for anything. But you have my approval. When I see the two of you together, I see love. And that's all I want for you."

The son crushes his dad in a hug again, not giving a damn about the flower on his chest.

"Just to make sure. Is this you having cold feet? Or do you want to marry Blaine today?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted. I don't think I can ever feel as sure of something as I feel about this."

"Then that's all that matters," Burt says gruffly, and Kurt smiles as he hands him a paper towel from the table next to the mirror for his suspiciously moist eyes.

"Dude, you ready?" Finn asks from the door opening. "'Cause Cooper says Blaine will explode if he doesn't get to say I do soon, so he thinks you should begin before the place is covered in gut and goo."

"Cooper says the most romantic things. I can't wait for his best man-speech," Kurt huffs, but smiles anyway.

The last six months have been as if a fairytale, and Kurt sometimes has to stop and pinch himself to believe that this is his life now. He spent the night with Blaine after the Christmas concert, but the next few days were a living nightmare for the both of them with exams and extensive papers to hand in. Unfortunately, they had already booked their flights back home for Christmas, and weren't leaving even remotely close, because their lives weren't a sappy romcom. But as soon as they were both in Ohio, they met as often as possible. Blaine didn't mind the drive to Lima at all, as he took any excuse to get away from his parents, while Kurt loved seeing his family. Blaine had offered to meet Burt right away, awfully nervous about it, but wanting to prove himself worthy and make sure the older Hummel knew how sincere he was with his intentions. That's when Kurt really knew this was serious, and this was what he'd wanted for the longest time.

Burt had smiled crookedly when he first met Blaine, and Blaine had stuttered something about a surprise Kurt hadn't understood. Later that night, secluded in the dark in Kurt's old room, Blaine had told Kurt about the customer from a month ago that he'd taken an instant liking to. Kurt had considered killing his dad for a while, for spying on his boyfriend-to-be like that. Blaine had only laughed, and assured him that it had been a very pleasant conversation, while the second meeting had been more nerve-wracking because he assumed it was the first meeting of the in-laws. But at least now Blaine understood why the man had seemed familiar and why he'd been drawn to him. He should have realized the casual man was Congressman Hummel, and when he looked for it, he could see some similarities between father and son. Just like Blaine and Kurt had instantly clicked, like long lost soulmates and lovers, Blaine had felt an instant connection with the politician. He may not have lucked out in the family department, but his in-laws were the best he could ever dream of.

Blaine had been welcomed to the Hudmel's from the first moment, encouraged to stay for dinner, invited to stay the night and expected to sleep in Kurt's room. It was obvious to the family that even if it was a whirlwind of a romance, it was also serious and deeply felt. The openness and inclusive approach to Blaine probably strengthened because he wasn't only acting polite, but honestly felt comfortable in the home, and was sincere with his offers to set the table, do the dishes and any other help he could provide. He charmed Carole, Burt and Finn, but they could also see that although slightly nervous, he was being himself and not acting a part.

After celebrating Christmas separately, with their families, he asked Kurt if he wanted to go to a friend's New Year's Eve-party. Kurt sadly had to decline, because the girls were throwing a party in Bushwick and expecting him there. Blaine had kissed him sweetly, and said it didn't matter where he was, as long as he was with Kurt. It took them two hours to realize that Blaine's friend was in fact Santana. Yeah, it was still quite odd that Blaine knew Santana before he knew Kurt. But at least they got to enter the new year with their closest friends, and judging by the amount of duets and giggles shared with Rachel that night, she would no doubt soon be Blaine's BFF too. When the ball dropped, Kurt and Blaine kissed until they were out of breath.

The next morning, Santana complained about the lack of noise from their bed. Before Kurt could say anything scatchy back, Blaine had calmly told her that with the amount of sounds from her bed, she wouldn't have heard it if they put up fireworks in the living room. Kurt fell a little bit more in love with Blaine then, if not even Santana could scare him away. It was still something else to date Kurt and deal with the entourage of his roommates, than to be overbearingly friendly with Santana in school, Kurt thought.

Three weeks later, they did grant their hands visas south of equator for the first time. It had been… Kurt is still trying to find the right words to describe it. Once you pop, you can't stop? That would have been Santana's words, he would never say anything as crude as that. He wouldn't have even discussed his sex life with her, if she hadn't come home earlier than expected one night and walked in on them being less than appropriate.

So they began spending more and more time in Blaine's apartment. It was practical for Kurt to be closer to both his school and work, and they wanted to spend as much time together as possible. Blaine was a patient and passionate lover, never ever making Kurt feel inadequate for his lack of experience. Kurt also found out he was quite a fast learner, and it surprised him how easily he felt comfortable with nakedness, intimacy and vulnerability. But that's how it was, being with Blaine.

"I feel as if we must have been soulmates in our previous lives. Meeting you wasn't like meeting someone for the first time. It was like finding a long lost friend, and continuing where we last hit pause," Blaine had murmured into his skin one night, their legs and arms tangled together and sweaty skin cooling down on top of Blaine's covers. Kurt hadn't known how to answer properly to something like that, so he'd kissed him deeply, rolled Blaine over on his back, and proceeded to show him with his body what his soul and heart truly felt.

For Valentine's Day, Blaine gave him a copy of the key to the apartment, so Kurt wouldn't have to wait outside in the cold for him again. He also made a number out of introducing him to the curious concierge, so he'd know why Kurt came and left on his own. Blaine didn't care that the man probably reported back to his brother immediately. He was proud and happy to be Kurt's, and had told his brother the good news at Christmas during a brotherly bonding-moment away from their parents.

Waking up together, having breakfast while silently reading the news online until the caffeine kicks in and they are able to string words in a sensible order, having dinner ready for when the other comes home, watching a movie wrapped up in each other on the couch, quiz the other before a test or proof-read their paper, discussing everything and anything simply because of the joy of it, falling asleep together sated from sex or dead tired from brutal dance lessons and a heavenly massage back home. They were practically living together, and the nights Blaine worked at Monty's Corner Store, they both brought their things to Bushwick, and spent the night there. He was looking for another job, but there was a certain charm and nostalgia to Monty's that made it difficult to quit.

After they started sleeping together – as in getting some actual sleep, Kurt stopped depending on his Ambiens. Being surrounded by boyfriend was much more efficient anyway. But the nights Blaine worked were more difficult, and sometimes he'd pop down for old time's sake. If they were alone, they'd flirt and banter while dancing up and down the aisles. Kurt always left before Blaine's shift ended, but he always woke up when Blaine came to bed, turning around to wrap his drained boyfriend up in his arms, or let his tired boyfriend go all koala bear on him.

For Valentine's Day, they'd both planned surprises. Kurt had taken him to some of the sights of New York, exploring their city together, and stealing kisses on top of the Rockefeller Center while admiring the Empire State Building. Halfway over Brooklyn Bridge, Kurt had stopped Blaine, and told him how glad he was that he'd gotten and stayed with the job at Monty's, so they could meet and fall in love over the counter. They should probably send Wes something as a thank you for fixing Blaine the job.

After giving Kurt the key, Blaine had taken him on a classic date: To a movie and dinner, and then home to his place for dessert. He promised homemade brownies. After getting the tickets for the seasonally launched romantic comedy, they'd almost literally run into Kevin. Kurt had made the awkward introductions, and then Blaine had excused himself to get them their popcorn and candy.

"The usual?" he asked softly, and kissed Kurt's temple when he nodded. They hadn't been to the movies often, but they had already established their snacks-traditions for movie nights in either's place.

"So how long have you been together?" Kevin asked, and Kurt had felt really bad.

"We started dating just before Christmas, but have been friends for a couple more months than that," he admitted.

"Not more?" Kevin had exclaimed, clearly surprised. "I noticed you earlier, and have been observing the two of you, and you just look so attuned to each other, I thought you had been an item for a long time. That you, while we…"

"No, oh God no, no Kevin," Kurt had hurried to clarify, briefly squeezing his arm. "Nothing happened while we dated, and I didn't even know we could ever be more than friends when I ended it with you," Kurt rushed out, nodding in the direction of the candy kiosk where Blaine had disappeared.

"Well, I'm happy for you," Kevin had expressed sincerely. "He makes you smile in a way I never managed."

Kurt had ducked his head at that, because Blaine did in fact make him ridiculously happy.

"So how are you?" he'd asked to divert any more attention from him.

"Really good. I still enjoy my job, and one of the crossdressers has asked me out a few times. At least we work the same hours and can make our schedules cooperate," Kevin laughed.

"So is he your hot Valentine's Date?" Kurt asked impishly.

"God no, that commercial holiday isn't anything for us. I'm just here to deliver some promo stuff for Kinky Boots."

Kurt had smiled, glad that Kevin had found someone that shared his priorities and viewpoint on holidays. At the same time, Blaine had bounced over with their snacks, and a stuffed puppy with a big heart between its paws, presenting it for Kurt while announcing how Valentine's Day was his favourite holiday. Kurt had accepted the teddy, and Blaine had wrapped an arm around his waist, almost possessively, and Kurt couldn't object when it felt so good to be wanted and cherished. The three young men had chatted for a while, before Kevin left to finish his delivery. As they parted, he offered them discount tickets to the musical. At last, Kurt would finally get to see the Boots, and Blaine was happy to go with him.

The first Saturday of March, they'd hid from the world in Cooper's apartment, enjoying a day with no commitments, no work, no school obligations, no nothing, just each other. Sleeping in, cooking a late brunch, having lazy sex that never quite ends, and then watching a movie before round two. They were in the middle of Moulin Rouge, Kurt being the little spoon, and Blaine drowsily tracing patterns on his arm. They'd sung together during Come What May, passionately and intensely, wrapped up in each other's arms and teary eyes locked on the others.

"I want to marry you," Blaine had sighed pleased, kissing Kurt's neck.

"Don't I get a say in that?" Kurt had jokingly replied. That's when Blaine had sat up, pulled Kurt with him, taking both of his hands in his.

"I don't have the perfect ring for you," Blaine said. "And I won't go down on one knee, because we are equals and I want to look you in your eyes when I say this." He had to take a moment to swallow, obviously fighting his emotions. Kurt ran a shivering, soothing thumb over Blaine's knuckles, heart beating insanely, and wondering if this was really happening. Then Blaine looked at him, eyes brimming with tenderness.

"Kurt, from the first time I saw you, I knew you were special. From the first time we talked, I knew I could fall in love with you. I want to spend my life with you. I want to spend my life loving you. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you marry me?"

"Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt said impishly, eyes shining from suppressed tears. "You don't get to steal the thunder like this. I used to daydream about my future, and had some clear visions about what I wanted for my fairytale and Prince Charming. And let me tell you, you are so much better than anything I conjured. You easily became my best friend, and I refuse to imagine life without you. I love how you make me feel, and I love making you as happy as possible. So will you marry me?"

"I think I've already said I want to marry you!" Blaine laughed as a tear trickled down his cheek.

"Let's get married," Kurt murmured against his lips.

"Please," Blaine whispered. "First Saturday after exams fine by you?"

"I'll clear my schedule."

Turns out, celebratory sex as newly engaged was much better than any second round could be.

And that's how they ended up here, slow dancing in their wedding, with their friends and family around them. People don't need nine months notice when people they love are getting married, it's all about priorities. And the couple didn't want an exaggerated wedding ceremony which takes years to plan, so it all worked out. While Kurt may not have planned for them to get married this early, he's glad it happened. It's always felt so right between them, and why postpone something just because of social norms? Kurt's never listened to conformity anyway.

Throughout the evening, Blaine looks as if he's bursting with excitement, but fortunately, he never explodes. Kurt feels as if he's brimming with happiness, not to mention his stomach is threatening to collapse after too much cake, too much champagne (Kurt just a week from turning 21, and Blaine a few months from turning 21 – who cares about legality when you are celebrating love?) and too much laughter. It's the best day of his life. Cooper's speech had been as expected; slightly narcissistic, surprisingly insightful, and quite funny, more often than not on the couple's expense. Finn had stumbled and stuttered until he found his flow, and then he'd given a heart warming speech from one brother to another. Later in the evening, he interrupts the prepared playlist on Spotify, finds Just The Way You Are, and asks Kurt to dance with him. Of course he accepts, it's their song, after all.

Blaine's parents are in the wedding. They still don't understand or support his career choice, and are still hoping he'll change his mind and switch his major his Sophomore year. But during the winter, they'd managed to make Blaine see that they did love him, and they didn't hesitate to accept the wedding invitation. Anderson's support their sons in public. They didn't know Blaine had overheard them discussing privately during a visit at spring break how he was still young and could find a good girl to marry later, let him have his fling for now. He'd cried in Kurt's arms in Lima that night, swearing and promising that he did love Kurt, and would never want anyone but him. Kurt held him, whispering reassurances and sweet nothings, promising him repeatedly that he knew Blaine loved him, that Kurt loved him at least as much, and they'd show his parents by still being happily married in ten and twenty years. Blaine had sniffed and chuckled, but curled up closer to Kurt, still feeling sad about his parents. But their presence at the wedding had helped somewhat. Maybe there were hope after all. Cooper incessantly reminding them how well he's made it without a solid education is hopefully also working in Blaine's favour. Blaine knows they love him. He just wishes they'd understand him.

"I love you," Kurt murmurs to Blaine as they sway on the floor to a slow ballad he'd probably recognize if he could be bothered listening properly, but it's so much more important to revel in the feeling of Blaine in his arms, their bodies pressed close, getting reacquainted as married. And somehow, those three words haven't been said as often as they should today.

"I love you too," Blaine hums, pressing their lips together for a chaste kiss.

"And thus the boring married sex-life begins," Santana purrs, and twirls past them with Brittany. She kisses her girlfriend thoroughly as if to prove her point.

"She doesn't know how sexy I find my husband," Blaine whispers teasingly into Kurt's ear. "What?" he asks, when Kurt's breath hitches loudly.

"You're my husband," Kurt says dumbly, not even remotely trying to fight off the idiotic grin that plasters itself across his face.

"And you're my husband," Blaine says equally giddy.

He's still working in Bushwick, and is going to spend the summer looking for a job closer to what is now their apartment. Cooper had told them that if Blaine was stupid enough to still not understand that the apartment was his graduation gift, just given four years in advance, then maybe Kurt was bright enough to accept it as a wedding gift. Yeah, they still don't know how to repay him. Kurt is halfway through college and Blaine has survived his first year. What awaits around the corner is still an unknown story, but they have each other and will walk the path together, and that's what counts.