Welcome! I love Kurt and Blaine to death...and I love Glee even more since it combined two of my absolute favorite things: Chris Colfer AND Darren Criss (and AVPM/AVPS/Starkid). Due to my absolute adoration for Klaine, I am writing my first multi-chapter fic (with actual plot! yay!) and I have to say I am very happy with the way it is going so far! Disclaimer: I do not own any of this! I can only dream about that…


Blaine's gaze was fixed on the dark oak double doors. He took a deep breath and sighed. The anticipation was almost killing him.

"Don't worry man, you've got this!" whispered David, nudging Blaine's elbow in reassurance.

Blaine gave him a small smile in return. Damn, I've got to snap out of this! Blaine thought to himself. It was his wedding day, for goodness sakes! He should be happy—he should be freakin' ecstatic. But the nerves that were pooled in his stomach just wouldn't go away.

A murmur swept through the crowd, and Blaine's focus snapped back to the doors. They opened slowly, and the wedding march began.

Eyes searching the crowd, Blaine spotted his parents in the front row, beaming up at him. His mom had her Kleenex ready, giving Blaine a wry smile as he winked at her.

Wes, his 'second' best man, coughed inconspicuously, drawing Blaine's attention back to the church's front doors. He couldn't believe that this day had come; that it was ACTUALLY happening.

The doors opened slowly, skimming over the petal covered floor. There was a rustling of cloth as the entire crowd turned, simultaneously, towards the open doors.

Deep hazel met blue, and the world suddenly began to run at an immeasurably slow pace. As their eyes interlocked, Blaine couldn't help but grin. He was marrying his best friend, someone who knew him inside and out; a person who he would be comfortable spending the rest of his life with.

Every step seemed painfully slow, every inch of floor that the pair, father and child (though definitely not a child anymore), covered seemed to take a year and a day.

Blaine stood impatiently at the altar, willing himself not to fidget or show any signs of discomfort. Because this, THIS was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life.

Finally, after eternity is seemed, the couple was face to face. Blaine's smile grew even wider, matching the shy grin on his lover's face. "I love you" Blaine whispered as they turned to face the pastor.

"Me too," was the answer he got in return, as the music faded away and the ceremony began.

Blaine was sure that everything was beautiful; the flower petals sprinkled across the steps of the altar, the clouds of white roses strategically placed around the church, and the cooing of the three dozen white doves in the eaves of the church no doubt gave off a sense of flair.

But truthfully, Blaine couldn't remember much of the ceremony; he was positive he said his vows, but honest to God he had no idea what he said.

The moment came, though; after all these years of waiting and these past few minutes of agony, the moment that they would officially be together for life had arrived.

"Blaine Cooper Anderson, do you take Ava Rose Thompson to be your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the pastor, a kind smile on his wrinkly, weathered face.

"I do."

"And Ava Rose Thompson, do you take Blaine Cooper Anderson to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

The next thing he knew, Blaine was kissing Ava, his longtime girlfriend—no, fiancée—no, wife and there were tears streaming down her face because she was so happy, and Wes and David clapped each other on the back and thanked Grilled Cheesus that nothing had gone wrong, and Blaine could hear his mother crying in the pews, and the music swelled and they were whisked back down the aisle, out of the church, and into an awaiting limousine.

The last he saw, looking over his shoulder as they drove away, were his parents holding hands, waving at the retreating car, and Wes and David throwing rice at each other. Some things would never change.


In the Pavilion Ballroom, the reception for Blaine and Ava's wedding was in full swing. Blaine was exhausted; the couple had greeted, hugged, and kissed so many people that he barely had time to even process everything.

He could feel Ava's warmth at his side, a constant reminder of how this indeed was reality. She was radiant in the tight silk sheath that hugged her curves, tiny white roses woven through her thick blonde hair. Blaine watched her from the corner of his eye as she welcomed everyone, her face glowing as she chatted with their wedding guests. She was dressed simply; the sleeveless, off white dress adorned with just a handful of princess cut diamonds at the neckline, her hair cascading down her back in a waterfall of flowers and golden curls.

She felt Blaine's gaze on her and turned instinctively to smile up at him. He slipped his arm around her waist and squeezed, pulling her tight to his side.

"Please excuse us," he said to the elderly couple that they (meaning Ava) had been chatting with. "I'm going to steal my bride away for a bit; don't tell anyone!" said Blaine, winking as he pulled his wife away.

Ava giggled, clutching Blaine's side.

"Oh Blaine, my hero!" she whispered mockingly into Blaine's ear. "You saved me from yet another conversation about the selflessness of my parents and my family's reputation of producing beautiful children!"

"It's the least I could do…" replied Blaine, pulling her into a hug. "Happy Wedding Day, Mrs. Anderson."

Ava blushed, leaning up towards Blaine's lips. Even in heels, at five foot one she was barely tall enough to reach Blaine's lips.

"Same to you," she breathed, her lips ghosting across Blaine's in a gentle kiss.

"Awww, get a room you two!" shouted Wes, pushing through the crowd of tuxedos and ball gowns.

Ava laughed, while Blaine subtly tried to flip Wes off.

"Tsk tsk," said Wes, shaking his head at Blaine. "That type of behavior is hardly acceptable for a married man! Oh DAAAVID, wouldn't you agree?"

"Of course, my good man, that is entirely inappropriate! Blaine, no more rude hand gestures for you!" said David over Wes's shoulder, a glass of champagne in hand.

Blaine's retort was cut off by the quiet swell of music. Everyone turned towards the stage as the band began to play their opening number.

"Oh, Blaine, you are going to love this! Delilah recommended them to me and the lead singer is amazing! Apparently he's pretty well known in a lot of clubs in New York, but he comes to Ohio to do weddings and such…" gushed Ava.

Blaine was about to reply when every thought he had ever had promptly disappeared, because he heard the voice of an Angel. He was so sure it was an Angel, because nothing else could have a voice so sweet and pure.

Blaine turned slowly towards the stage, his gaze was met with a pair of gorgeous glasz eyes, and he froze. This was the moment, the one that he had been unconsciously waiting for his entire life. On his wedding night, at exactly 8:23 pm, April 12th, 2020 in the Pavilion Ballroom of the Hilton Cincinnati Hotel, Blaine Anderson's world turned completely upside down.


I swear, this will be eventual Klaine (Because what kind of fangirl would I be if it wasn't? They are too adorable to not write about; read the next chapter to get your fix! Even if this fic isn't neccessarily your cup of tea at the moment, try sticking with it a bit longer. I bet it will grow on you!) R & R if you wish! Thank you guys!