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"Are you even listening to me?" Kurt screeched, bringing Blaine out of his thoughts. His fiancé was standing in front of him and had his hands on his hips. "You know, I thought since this is our wedding I'm trying to plan, you'd pay just a bit of attention!"
"I am liste-"
Kurt put up a hand. "Bull shit. You don't even care, do you?"
"No, I don't!" Blaine yelled, raising his voice for the first time as he stood up from the couch. "I really don't fucking care about the colors or what flowers or any of that shit. I could be marrying you in a barn wearing an orange jumper for all I care! I just want to marry you, Kurt. That's why you're planning it all; I really don't care how it looks. As long as you're there it'll be beautiful."
"…We are not getting married in a barn." Kurt wrinkled his nose at the idea.
"Is that really all you got from that?" Blaine sighed, cupping Kurt's face in his hands and resting their foreheads together, smiling just slightly.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch," Kurt sighed, closing his eyes. Blaine could feel Kurt's steady breath tickling his mouth. "I'm just… I want this to be perfect."
"It will be, Kurt." Blaine assured him, "Everything you do is perfect."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Blaine chucked, placing a kiss on his fiancé's forehead. "Now what were you saying about colors?"
"Well, I was thinking about blues and purples. Maybe with some silver thrown in…"
. . . . .
"Hey dad," Kurt said when his father opened the door. Burt smiled brightly and pulled Kurt into a bear hug.
"Hey kiddo! What're ya doin' out here?" He asked.
"Blaine thought a visit would be appropriate." Kurt said simply before spotting Carole and running over to her. They'd both agreed to travel back out to Ohio to visit their parents and tell them in person about the engagement. "Well, come in kid."
"Actually, Mr. Hummel, I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment." Burt nodded hesitantly and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. "So, Mr. Hummel-"
"Call me Burt."
"Burt," Blaine corrected with a smile, "I'm not sure if you've heard about any of the stuff that Kurt and I have had to put up with in the past year-"
"Oh, I have."
"Well, then maybe you'll understand when I say that, under normal circumstances, I would never do this. But… when I woke up from my coma I… I realized something, Mr. Hummel. I realized that your son was it for me. He was the only one I'd ever love. And after everything that we kept getting thrown in our faces, I didn't want to risk loosing him anymore." Blaine paused, swallowing nervously. "So, I… well, I proposed. I'm so sorry I didn't ask for your permission, Mr. Hummel. It was honestly just such a spur of the moment thing and I know I should've-"
"Blaine, it's fine. Kurt likes you, a fool could see that."
"I still should've asked your permission…"
"I give you my blessing, kid." Burt chucked, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. "Lets go inside, shall we?"
They walked into the house to find Carole and Kurt sitting at the kitchen counter. "And just last week we went cake shopping. I insisted on cupcakes. Personally, I think that a cake would be too traditional and we'd have so much left over. Originally we were just going to go with Vanilla, but Blaine simply insisted that we get chocolate ones too."
"Chocolate is delicious," Blaine insisted, kissing Kurt quickly before sitting next to him.
"But it's so bad for my figure." Kurt told her, patting his flat stomach and gnawing at his bottom lip.
"Kurt don't be ridiculous. You're gorgeous, always will be."
"I'm happy for you, bud." Burt said, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. "He's good for you."
"Thanks, dad."
. . . .
After saying goodbye to Burt and Carole, Blaine and Kurt made their way over to the Anderson's. Cassandra opened the door with a knowing smile.
"Why hello, boys. What a nice surprise." She invited them inside and into the spacious living room. "So what brings you here?"
"Mum, we'd like to invite you to New York…" There was a pause and Cassandra leaned forward eagerly. "…For our wedding."
A loud squeal filled the room as Cassandra jumped up and down, pulling her son into a tight hug before pulling Kurt close as well. "So he finally plucked up the courage, hey? What ring did he get you?" She took Kurt's left hand in hers, "Oh Blaine I'm so proud, this is gorgeous."
"Thanks, mum." Blaine deadpanned, "Love your confidence in me. It's great."
"Oh, sweetie you know I believe in you more than anyone, but let's face it; you're not the best at romance."
"That's not true. My proposal was romantic, right Kurt?"
"Yes, very much so." Kurt nodded in approval, though he was obviously trying not to laugh.
Blaine pouted, sitting down heavily on the couch. Cassandra chuckled and sat down next to her son, running her hand through his curls. "I really am proud of you, Blaine. You two are perfect for each other."
"I know, mum."
"So," Cassandra clapped, breaking the moment, "What do you have planned for the wedding Kurt?"
"Well, I'm thinking of having a summer wedding. Maybe in one of the smaller parks of New York—Central Park is so over done. We want originality—and then I'm thinking instead of a cake we'll have cupcakes and-"
Blaine smiled and sat back as he watched his mother add in her pointers. Kurt's face brightened as they discussed colors. He loved seeing him like this, so devoted to making their day perfect. And Blaine knew it would be. Because he was marrying Kurt. After all the waiting, all the obstacles, all the things that tore them apart they were finally getting married. Nothing could ruin it for him, for them.
"Oh, Blaine." He snapped out of his thoughts, looking to his mother. "I'm afraid I have bad news."
"How bad?"
"I… they still haven't found your father. All his cards have been cut, and we thought he'd come back here to get some clothes or something but he didn't. He's just… disappeared." Cassandra bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It doesn't matter. He's gone now, and it's not like we were planning on inviting him to our wedding anyway. It's good that he's out of our lives, anyway. He was just a pain in the ass."
"I wish you could've had a father that would've been there for you, I really do."
"It's fine, mum. I don't even want him there. As long as you'll come, that is."
Cassandra smiled, ruffling his hair, "What kind of mother would I be if I missed my own son's wedding?"
Kurt smiled as he watched the pair, eyes gleaming. It was nice, seeing Blaine with his family again. He'd had to struggle without one for so long, he deserved this.
"I am liste-"
Kurt put up a hand. "Bull shit. You don't even care, do you?"
"No, I don't!" Blaine yelled, raising his voice for the first time as he stood up from the couch. "I really don't fucking care about the colors or what flowers or any of that shit. I could be marrying you in a barn wearing an orange jumper for all I care! I just want to marry you, Kurt. That's why you're planning it all; I really don't care how it looks. As long as you're there it'll be beautiful."
"…We are not getting married in a barn." Kurt wrinkled his nose at the idea.
"Is that really all you got from that?" Blaine sighed, cupping Kurt's face in his hands and resting their foreheads together, smiling just slightly.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch," Kurt sighed, closing his eyes. Blaine could feel Kurt's steady breath tickling his mouth. "I'm just… I want this to be perfect."
"It will be, Kurt." Blaine assured him, "Everything you do is perfect."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Blaine chucked, placing a kiss on his fiancé's forehead. "Now what were you saying about colors?"
"Well, I was thinking about blues and purples. Maybe with some silver thrown in…"
. . . . .
"Hey dad," Kurt said when his father opened the door. Burt smiled brightly and pulled Kurt into a bear hug.
"Hey kiddo! What're ya doin' out here?" He asked.
"Blaine thought a visit would be appropriate." Kurt said simply before spotting Carole and running over to her. They'd both agreed to travel back out to Ohio to visit their parents and tell them in person about the engagement. "Well, come in kid."
"Actually, Mr. Hummel, I was wondering if I could speak to you for a moment." Burt nodded hesitantly and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. "So, Mr. Hummel-"
"Call me Burt."
"Burt," Blaine corrected with a smile, "I'm not sure if you've heard about any of the stuff that Kurt and I have had to put up with in the past year-"
"Oh, I have."
"Well, then maybe you'll understand when I say that, under normal circumstances, I would never do this. But… when I woke up from my coma I… I realized something, Mr. Hummel. I realized that your son was it for me. He was the only one I'd ever love. And after everything that we kept getting thrown in our faces, I didn't want to risk loosing him anymore." Blaine paused, swallowing nervously. "So, I… well, I proposed. I'm so sorry I didn't ask for your permission, Mr. Hummel. It was honestly just such a spur of the moment thing and I know I should've-"
"Blaine, it's fine. Kurt likes you, a fool could see that."
"I still should've asked your permission…"
"I give you my blessing, kid." Burt chucked, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. "Lets go inside, shall we?"
They walked into the house to find Carole and Kurt sitting at the kitchen counter. "And just last week we went cake shopping. I insisted on cupcakes. Personally, I think that a cake would be too traditional and we'd have so much left over. Originally we were just going to go with Vanilla, but Blaine simply insisted that we get chocolate ones too."
"Chocolate is delicious," Blaine insisted, kissing Kurt quickly before sitting next to him.
"But it's so bad for my figure." Kurt told her, patting his flat stomach and gnawing at his bottom lip.
"Kurt don't be ridiculous. You're gorgeous, always will be."
"I'm happy for you, bud." Burt said, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. "He's good for you."
"Thanks, dad."
. . . .
After saying goodbye to Burt and Carole, Blaine and Kurt made their way over to the Anderson's. Cassandra opened the door with a knowing smile.
"Why hello, boys. What a nice surprise." She invited them inside and into the spacious living room. "So what brings you here?"
"Mum, we'd like to invite you to New York…" There was a pause and Cassandra leaned forward eagerly. "…For our wedding."
A loud squeal filled the room as Cassandra jumped up and down, pulling her son into a tight hug before pulling Kurt close as well. "So he finally plucked up the courage, hey? What ring did he get you?" She took Kurt's left hand in hers, "Oh Blaine I'm so proud, this is gorgeous."
"Thanks, mum." Blaine deadpanned, "Love your confidence in me. It's great."
"Oh, sweetie you know I believe in you more than anyone, but let's face it; you're not the best at romance."
"That's not true. My proposal was romantic, right Kurt?"
"Yes, very much so." Kurt nodded in approval, though he was obviously trying not to laugh.
Blaine pouted, sitting down heavily on the couch. Cassandra chuckled and sat down next to her son, running her hand through his curls. "I really am proud of you, Blaine. You two are perfect for each other."
"I know, mum."
"So," Cassandra clapped, breaking the moment, "What do you have planned for the wedding Kurt?"
"Well, I'm thinking of having a summer wedding. Maybe in one of the smaller parks of New York—Central Park is so over done. We want originality—and then I'm thinking instead of a cake we'll have cupcakes and-"
Blaine smiled and sat back as he watched his mother add in her pointers. Kurt's face brightened as they discussed colors. He loved seeing him like this, so devoted to making their day perfect. And Blaine knew it would be. Because he was marrying Kurt. After all the waiting, all the obstacles, all the things that tore them apart they were finally getting married. Nothing could ruin it for him, for them.
"Oh, Blaine." He snapped out of his thoughts, looking to his mother. "I'm afraid I have bad news."
"How bad?"
"I… they still haven't found your father. All his cards have been cut, and we thought he'd come back here to get some clothes or something but he didn't. He's just… disappeared." Cassandra bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It doesn't matter. He's gone now, and it's not like we were planning on inviting him to our wedding anyway. It's good that he's out of our lives, anyway. He was just a pain in the ass."
"I wish you could've had a father that would've been there for you, I really do."
"It's fine, mum. I don't even want him there. As long as you'll come, that is."
Cassandra smiled, ruffling his hair, "What kind of mother would I be if I missed my own son's wedding?"
Kurt smiled as he watched the pair, eyes gleaming. It was nice, seeing Blaine with his family again. He'd had to struggle without one for so long, he deserved this.
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Lovely! Are you writing more chapters?