FIC: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? (1/?)
Kurt Hummel was kind of amazing. At least his fiancé certainly thought so.
Blaine could regale you with stories about how perfect his boy was for hours and hours on end but he refused to use the same old tired adjectives. Kurt was above and beyond all of that.
Kurt was a princess. A real-life, tangible, regal, picture-of-perfection, floats-doesn’t-walk princess who deserved nothing but the absolute best and Blaine had meant every word when he proposed to Kurt under the stars on that beautiful night on the beach. He was willing and eager, with everything he had, to spend the rest of this lifetime trying to be Kurt’s perfect man.
There would be no ifs in their marriage; whatever Kurt asked for, Kurt would receive. And nobody, nobody, would ever stand in the way of Blaine seeing Kurt’s every wish fulfilled.
Oh, Blaine couldn’t wait to start his life with his beloved. He couldn’t wait to be the father of their children, to be the be all and end all of Kurt’s life, to grow old with the boy. It would be his greatest achievement. Theirs’ would be a love story for the ages.
He was so lost in his musings that he had missed entirely when the harp began to play. It wasn’t until he saw Kurt enter on Finn’s arm that he even knew it was time. But he had never been one to miss a beat, and he had had a beaming smile tailored especially for just this moment. They didn’t call him McCreamy for nothing.
Kurt looked resplendent. There simply was no other word for it.
The gorgeous suit he had been given courtesy of one of his favorite designers, Saint Laurent was sinfully bright and seemed to be shimmering even brighter than the chandelier above. With white gold threadwork on the lapels and elegantly complicated lace trimmings on the sleeves of the shirt under the white suit only served to make his princess look even more pristine and perfectly put together than he usually did, and that was saying a lot. Even the magnolia’s clutched in his hand paled in comparison.
With a sense of urgency, the good doctor chanced a look at his colleagues; they were all staring at Kurt with their jaws on the floor. Pat was seething it seemed. Not only had Kurt managed to ensure Blaine’s life-long devotion with his wicked smile and atrociously shrill voice, he had the nerve to look like that.
And after she had spent three-hundred dollars on getting her hair to look perfect so that all eyes would be on her even though it was Kurt’s big day.
It showed too, Blaine thought, which was kinda pathetic. Because, really, one should always know better than to try and upstage his princess.
And happened also to make Blaine turn up the wattage.
He was the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Of course, Rachel, Finn’s girlfriend of six years and Kurt’s bridesmaid, looked jealous but that was to be expected. Blaine had a feeling she’d put up a good fight for the bouquet later.
His best men were staring at Kurt too, wantonly even. They all wanted what he had and that made him happy.
Ah! Life was good. And damn if it wasn’t just about to get better.
*
Kurt was shivering just a little bit.
It wasn’t that he was cold, Yves’s boys had done a great job with the jacket. No, Kurt was just nervous. About a lot of things.
He was nervous about Finn blabbing to Rachel about his little episode earlier, he was worried his hair would fall out of place, he was nervous about stumbling on his vows up there and sounding like an idiot, he was scared he might have forgotten the vows altogether, dammit, why had he insisted on not carrying a copy with him, his memory wasn’t all that great.
‘Yes, it is,’ a little voice said from somewhere deep inside, that sounded suspiciously like Mercedes. ‘Your memory is fine, white boy, you go up on stage four times a week and sing in front of three hundred people, and you don’t even need to warm up. This speech you’ve been practicing for a month now. How you think you gonna forget how it goes?’
Reassured, Kurt continued to walk idly thanking whoever the hell had picked this place. The aisle went on forever and gave a lot of time to think.
‘I still think you’re making a mistake,’ the now-annoying voice said.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking you then, isn’t it?” Kurt muttered to himself.
“Come again?” asked his brother.
“Oh, nothing,” lied Kurt. “Just nervous, I guess.”
Finn smiled. “Well you shouldn’t be, you look beautiful bro. Dad would be so proud.”
Kurt smiled and gripped his hand harder, suddenly missing their dad like never before. Wiping at his eyes as gently as he could without ruining his make-up, he smiled back at Finn.
“I’m really glad you’re here, you know.”
Finn smiled again. “Where else would I be?”
Kurt went back to counting steps in his head. He wondered if Blaine had noticed his boutonnière. The perfect gardenia had taken an entire morning to find. And then of course, it had wilted, because Rachel, the oaf, had plucked it too soon and forgotten to refrigerate it. Kurt suspected she might have done it on purpose. But that wasn’t fair to Finn. So he quickly wiped the thought from his head.
His replacement flower was not perfect. Not even the least bit, if he was honest. But it was from his mom’s tree. So maybe Blaine would appreciate it anyway, just like he did.
He looked up at his fiancé. Blaine was smiling like someone had spiked his drink with joker juice. But he looked impatient.
So much for noticing the gardenia. But before he could finish that train of thought, he had run out of aisle, the harpist had stopped playing, and he felt short of breath.
*
He looked at Mercedes, she gave him a thumbs up. He looked at his step-mom Carole, she had puffy eyes from all the crying, but was glowing with pride. He looked at Finn next to her. He had pecked him on the forehead and said to Blaine, “You better take care of him, man!” before taking his seat. He looked at Rachel, and she looked halfway between happy and constipated. Eurgh.
Anyway, Blaine looked bright as ever. And that should be all that mattered to him right?
Right?
And then before he knew it, Blaine was suddenly saying his vows. When had they even started the ceremony? Damn.
“Kurt,” his fiancé began. “The day I met you was the day I was reborn. Your smile makes me feel like there’s still good in the world. Like no matter how lost I am, I will find my way because this Jedi has his Princess to guide the way.”
He just had to use that word, didn’t he? Kurt sighed, hoping against hope that his smile hadn’t faltered.
“And now, since my Spanish is rusty, I’m going to read the translation of one of my verses from one of my favorite poems of all time and I hope that these words can make you understand how much I need you to survive, princess.”
Kurt sighed again. He wasn’t sure he could keep up this charade for long.
“You came to my life,” Blaine began. “With what you were bringing”
Pablo Neruda. He might have known.
“Made of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and like this I need you,
Like this I love you,”
‘Sure you do,’ Kurt thought. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
He hoped his daddy could forgive him.
“And to those who want to hear tomorrow,” Blaine continued, his dapper face aglow.
“That which I will not tell them, let them read it here,”
That was it. Kurt had to do this. He owed it to himself. So, he took a deep breath and steeled himself. It was now or never.
“And let them back off today,” no, Kurt didn’t think they would.
“Because it is early ----,”
‘No, it’s not...’
“Blaine stop!”
And suddenly, the whole church was staring at him like he’d gone mad.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
SO WHAT DID YA'LL THINK?
btw, the poem was AND BECAUSE LOVE BATTLES by Pablo Neruda
aka Y PORQUE AMOR COMBATE
also, please go easy on me if i've made any mistakes with the author tags or the AU tags or whatever the hell else there is
Blaine could regale you with stories about how perfect his boy was for hours and hours on end but he refused to use the same old tired adjectives. Kurt was above and beyond all of that.
Kurt was a princess. A real-life, tangible, regal, picture-of-perfection, floats-doesn’t-walk princess who deserved nothing but the absolute best and Blaine had meant every word when he proposed to Kurt under the stars on that beautiful night on the beach. He was willing and eager, with everything he had, to spend the rest of this lifetime trying to be Kurt’s perfect man.
There would be no ifs in their marriage; whatever Kurt asked for, Kurt would receive. And nobody, nobody, would ever stand in the way of Blaine seeing Kurt’s every wish fulfilled.
Oh, Blaine couldn’t wait to start his life with his beloved. He couldn’t wait to be the father of their children, to be the be all and end all of Kurt’s life, to grow old with the boy. It would be his greatest achievement. Theirs’ would be a love story for the ages.
He was so lost in his musings that he had missed entirely when the harp began to play. It wasn’t until he saw Kurt enter on Finn’s arm that he even knew it was time. But he had never been one to miss a beat, and he had had a beaming smile tailored especially for just this moment. They didn’t call him McCreamy for nothing.
Kurt looked resplendent. There simply was no other word for it.
The gorgeous suit he had been given courtesy of one of his favorite designers, Saint Laurent was sinfully bright and seemed to be shimmering even brighter than the chandelier above. With white gold threadwork on the lapels and elegantly complicated lace trimmings on the sleeves of the shirt under the white suit only served to make his princess look even more pristine and perfectly put together than he usually did, and that was saying a lot. Even the magnolia’s clutched in his hand paled in comparison.
With a sense of urgency, the good doctor chanced a look at his colleagues; they were all staring at Kurt with their jaws on the floor. Pat was seething it seemed. Not only had Kurt managed to ensure Blaine’s life-long devotion with his wicked smile and atrociously shrill voice, he had the nerve to look like that.
And after she had spent three-hundred dollars on getting her hair to look perfect so that all eyes would be on her even though it was Kurt’s big day.
It showed too, Blaine thought, which was kinda pathetic. Because, really, one should always know better than to try and upstage his princess.
And happened also to make Blaine turn up the wattage.
He was the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Of course, Rachel, Finn’s girlfriend of six years and Kurt’s bridesmaid, looked jealous but that was to be expected. Blaine had a feeling she’d put up a good fight for the bouquet later.
His best men were staring at Kurt too, wantonly even. They all wanted what he had and that made him happy.
Ah! Life was good. And damn if it wasn’t just about to get better.
*
Kurt was shivering just a little bit.
It wasn’t that he was cold, Yves’s boys had done a great job with the jacket. No, Kurt was just nervous. About a lot of things.
He was nervous about Finn blabbing to Rachel about his little episode earlier, he was worried his hair would fall out of place, he was nervous about stumbling on his vows up there and sounding like an idiot, he was scared he might have forgotten the vows altogether, dammit, why had he insisted on not carrying a copy with him, his memory wasn’t all that great.
‘Yes, it is,’ a little voice said from somewhere deep inside, that sounded suspiciously like Mercedes. ‘Your memory is fine, white boy, you go up on stage four times a week and sing in front of three hundred people, and you don’t even need to warm up. This speech you’ve been practicing for a month now. How you think you gonna forget how it goes?’
Reassured, Kurt continued to walk idly thanking whoever the hell had picked this place. The aisle went on forever and gave a lot of time to think.
‘I still think you’re making a mistake,’ the now-annoying voice said.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking you then, isn’t it?” Kurt muttered to himself.
“Come again?” asked his brother.
“Oh, nothing,” lied Kurt. “Just nervous, I guess.”
Finn smiled. “Well you shouldn’t be, you look beautiful bro. Dad would be so proud.”
Kurt smiled and gripped his hand harder, suddenly missing their dad like never before. Wiping at his eyes as gently as he could without ruining his make-up, he smiled back at Finn.
“I’m really glad you’re here, you know.”
Finn smiled again. “Where else would I be?”
Kurt went back to counting steps in his head. He wondered if Blaine had noticed his boutonnière. The perfect gardenia had taken an entire morning to find. And then of course, it had wilted, because Rachel, the oaf, had plucked it too soon and forgotten to refrigerate it. Kurt suspected she might have done it on purpose. But that wasn’t fair to Finn. So he quickly wiped the thought from his head.
His replacement flower was not perfect. Not even the least bit, if he was honest. But it was from his mom’s tree. So maybe Blaine would appreciate it anyway, just like he did.
He looked up at his fiancé. Blaine was smiling like someone had spiked his drink with joker juice. But he looked impatient.
So much for noticing the gardenia. But before he could finish that train of thought, he had run out of aisle, the harpist had stopped playing, and he felt short of breath.
*
He looked at Mercedes, she gave him a thumbs up. He looked at his step-mom Carole, she had puffy eyes from all the crying, but was glowing with pride. He looked at Finn next to her. He had pecked him on the forehead and said to Blaine, “You better take care of him, man!” before taking his seat. He looked at Rachel, and she looked halfway between happy and constipated. Eurgh.
Anyway, Blaine looked bright as ever. And that should be all that mattered to him right?
Right?
And then before he knew it, Blaine was suddenly saying his vows. When had they even started the ceremony? Damn.
“Kurt,” his fiancé began. “The day I met you was the day I was reborn. Your smile makes me feel like there’s still good in the world. Like no matter how lost I am, I will find my way because this Jedi has his Princess to guide the way.”
He just had to use that word, didn’t he? Kurt sighed, hoping against hope that his smile hadn’t faltered.
“And now, since my Spanish is rusty, I’m going to read the translation of one of my verses from one of my favorite poems of all time and I hope that these words can make you understand how much I need you to survive, princess.”
Kurt sighed again. He wasn’t sure he could keep up this charade for long.
“You came to my life,” Blaine began. “With what you were bringing”
Pablo Neruda. He might have known.
“Made of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and like this I need you,
Like this I love you,”
‘Sure you do,’ Kurt thought. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.
He hoped his daddy could forgive him.
“And to those who want to hear tomorrow,” Blaine continued, his dapper face aglow.
“That which I will not tell them, let them read it here,”
That was it. Kurt had to do this. He owed it to himself. So, he took a deep breath and steeled himself. It was now or never.
“And let them back off today,” no, Kurt didn’t think they would.
“Because it is early ----,”
‘No, it’s not...’
“Blaine stop!”
And suddenly, the whole church was staring at him like he’d gone mad.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
SO WHAT DID YA'LL THINK?
btw, the poem was AND BECAUSE LOVE BATTLES by Pablo Neruda
aka Y PORQUE AMOR COMBATE
also, please go easy on me if i've made any mistakes with the author tags or the AU tags or whatever the hell else there is