Fic: Five States Blaine and Kurt Didn't Get Married In (and One They Did)
Title: Five States Blaine and Kurt Didn’t Get Married In (and One They Did) (Part of the Carry That Weight ‘verse)
Authors: hedgerose and penguinutopia.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: They’re halfway through the tour when Blaine blurts out, “We should get married.” Sequel to Carry That Weight.
Beta: idoltina, first and always. We love you!
Authors’ Note: Not the only sequel we’re writing! This one just wanted to get written first.
1. California
They’re halfway through the tour when Blaine blurts out, “We should get married.”
It’s the middle of the night and they’re on the bus, curled up together on one bunk and halfway between San Jose and Los Angeles. Everyone else is asleep, and they should be, too, but Blaine is willing to give up a few hours of sleep for a few hours of privacy away from the paparazzi and their tour-mates. Kurt blinks at him, half-asleep and half-surprised. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“But-” Blaine sucks in a fast breath, suddenly panicked that Kurt doesn’t want this-- doesn’t want him-- even though there’s no real reason to think that. The bus sways and rolls like his heart for a moment, and all he feels is vertigo.
Kurt must sense it, because he reaches for Blaine’s hand, grounding him back down. “No, hey. I didn’t mean that we shouldn’t get married ever. I just-- we’ve only known each other for seven months. I love you, and I want to stay with you for a long time. But it’s only been seven months.” Kurt leans in and kisses him, soft and open-mouthed. “Besides, I’ve been planning my wedding since I was six, and I acted it out with my Power Rangers. I’m not going to get married on a whim, and you’d look terrible in that shade of blue.”
Blaine breathes out, calmer and more settled, more balanced. “Okay,” he says. “And I know that I’m doing this wrong-- I’m no good at romance-- but hey, Kurt Hummel, someday in the amorphous future when you’re a rock star and I’m-- whatever I end up being-- will you--”
Kurt is kissing him (again and again; he loves that Kurt loves kissing) before he can even finish the sentence. Blaine gets lost in Kurt’s mouth sometimes, in how much he gives, and he lets himself drift in the kiss until Kurt pulls back, smiling against his lips. “Someday in the great and amorphous future when you actually propose to me with a ring, Blaine Anderson, yes,” he says, and Blaine has no idea how that smile isn’t blinding, how anyone can look at Kurt without being caught in it.
It’s not an engagement but it’s a promise and that’s almost worth more, because Kurt will do this without the ring (and he doesn’t need to know about the minutes and hours Blaine has spent looking for something that isn’t too tacky); Kurt is still here, curled up on this bed with him, even after everything.
They fall asleep holding hands.
2. Nevada
They’re standing together in front of Elvis before they really realize what’s going on.
Blaine is a little more drunk than Kurt is, grinning at everyone and rambling about love and art and fate. “It’s just-- Kurt, we’re so awesome, I can’t believe that we’re actually here with fucking Elvis!” Fake Elvis grins that Elvis-y grin and Blaine’s eyes are full of stars, because it’s Elvis. Dude.
He’s thought a couple times about trying to get his hair to do that-- that thing that Elvis’s hair does, and he wonders off-hand if there’s enough gel in his hair right now to make it possible. “Kurt! Hey Kurt, can you make my hair do the-- the thing?”
Kurt laughs at him (bitch), but runs his fingers through Blaine’s hair, tugging it forward. “Perfect,” he giggles. “Now you look just like him.”
Elvis tries to start the ceremony a couple times, but Blaine just keeps talking, so excited by, well, everything. “Kurt! Kurt, who are these people watching? I mean I know that we have to have people see us get married, duh, and your dad isn’t here so we have to find other people but they all have cameras. I don’t think I like cameras any more. And I don’t have my guitar. Kurt, I can’t get married without my guitar.” He thinks Santana might be one of the people with cameras but he’s not positive and he likes her (pina colada! dude!) but still. Cameras. Not fun.
He looks mournfully at Kurt, and his rambling has given Kurt time to come to his senses. “Wait wait wait. Blaine. What are we doing? I am not getting married in a quickie wedding in Las Vegas by Elvis. Especially because isn’t he dead? I don’t know what I was thinking.” He start to leave, grabbing Blaine’s hand on the way back down the aisle.
“Can’t we get married by zombie Elvis, Kurt?” Blaine pleads, because even with the cameras he still wants to get married. Even without his guitar. He’s got a ring and everything (sure, he twisted it out of a gum wrapper somewhere in between one casino and the next, but it has to count for something), but Kurt keeps a firm grasp on his hand and pulls him out of the chapel. Blaine shrugs apologetically and waves at poor zombie Elvis as he’s tugged away.
“Bye, zombie Elvis!”
* * *
3. Massachusetts
Blaine’s sitting on the edge of the stage a little while before soundcheck begins when Kurt finds him. He’s tossing his phone from one hand to the other, seemingly lost in thought, but he looks up when Kurt sits beside him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Kurt nudges Blaine’s shoulder with his own. “What’s up?”
Blaine shrugs. “You know Massachusetts was the first state to legalize gay marriage?” He stops tossing the phone for a moment. “May 17, 2004. I was 10, and I thought to myself, ‘that’s good, then.’ It wasn’t until a few years later that I realized what it would mean for me, that even though it wouldn’t be the marriage my parents might have wanted, it would still be marriage. I would still get to marry someone.”
“Blaine...”
“I don’t think we should get married here. Maybe, if I thought my parents might-- but no. And I’m not going to pull out an engagement ring and get down on one knee just yet. But I’m going to marry you, I can feel it. And being back home, with you here, is just reminding me how much I love you, how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the one, Kurt.”
Kurt turns his face into Blaine’s shoulder and tucks an arm around his waist. “They aren’t coming to the concert, are they.”
Blaine shakes his head. Kurt pulls him in tighter and kisses the top of his head, and they sit quietly until soundcheck starts and they have to move off the stage.
4. New York
Rachel tugs Blaine out of Kurt’s bunk early in the morning on the day they arrive in Albany, when it’s still pretty much dark. Everyone else is still asleep-- and will be for a few more hours, most likely-- but Rachel tells Blaine that she has plans.
She urges him into nice clothes and shoes and whatnot, and drags him out to where Joey-- Blaine’s favorite driver-- is holding the back door of a car open for them. They drive for a while, finally pulling up to a majestic building on one side of a large plaza as the very first glimmers of dawn begin to show. Blaine looks at Rachel, confused, but she just pulls him out of the car. They walk to the front of the building and stand there, just looking.
“This is the Capitol building,” Rachel says when it becomes clear that he doesn’t understand why they’re here. “My dads and I came to wait when the legislature was voting on marriage. They got married as soon as the law went into effect. We came back every July for the anniversary of the law’s passing, until this one.” She pauses, gathering her thoughts. “It’s just-- you seemed a little sad yesterday in Boston, and I thought maybe it would cheer you up to come see a place where history happened. Also, it’s a really beautiful building.” Blaine cracks a smile in response, and Rachel grins back, satisfied.
She turns to him after another moment. “That’s going to be you and Kurt someday, you know. I look at you two, and it looks like forever. I don’t know if I’ll ever have that, but you guys give me hope. Just have faith in that.” Blaine ducks his head, grinning softly to himself. “I’m gonna hug you now, okay?” Blaine opens his arms and Rachel hugs him tightly as the sun comes up on the plaza.
5. Iowa
The picketers in Iowa are the worst.
Kurt and Blaine take hands and walk by, ignoring the shouting and the signs. Rachel grabs Blaine’s other hand (some of the signs are virulently anti-Semitic and Blaine knows that she’s probably thinking about her dads; he doesn’t even want to think about what any of them say), and within a few seconds they’re joined by Quinn and Josh.
The shouts get louder; Blaine keeps his chin high and Kurt’s hand in his, but he drops Rachel’s and pulls Kurt around to face him.
“Are you sure?” Kurt says just loudly enough to be heard over the picketers.
“Always,” Blaine says, and they move in together.
The kiss is a fuck you and an I love you all at once. Blaine can feel Rachel standing next to him and the rest of his co-contestants slowly forming a circle around them. Kurt leans forward and Blaine laughs against his mouth when realizes that Kurt is dipping him like a 50’s housewife, but he clings to Kurt’s shoulder and goes for it. “I am going to marry you,” Kurt growls in his ear when he pulls back, “but not in fucking Iowa.”
“Okay,” Blaine gasps as Kurt gets them back upright, and Kurt grins at him fiercely.
“We are going to rock this concert tonight, no matter what they shout, or what their signs say. Because they can’t touch us.”
(+1. Ohio)
IDOL LOVEBIRDS TO TIE THE KNOT
Rumors have been floating about the possibility of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson getting married from the moment we witnessed their groundbreaking smooch during Season 13 of the long-running reality show. And now it seems those rumors are finally true.
In a joint statement released today, the singers acknowledged the still-impressive interest in their relationship, but asked the media not to encroach on the private ceremony set for later this summer. "This is a day for the two of us and our friends and family, and we ask the media to respect that."
Nonetheless, rumors are already swirling about everything from the venue (both singers reside in New York, but Hummel has strong family ties to Ohio) to the members of the wedding party (R&B singer Mercedes Jones is a childhood friend of Hummel’s; Broadway star Rachel Berry is reportedly a close friend of the two) to what, exactly, the grooms will be wearing on their very special day (Hummel was known for his fashion sense while on Idol, and Anderson’s been no sartorial slouch on the red carpet).
Time will tell which of these rumors are true and which are just talk, but regardless of that, we offer our congratulations to the happy couple.
IDOL ALUMS FABRAY AND JONES PART OF KLAINE WEDDING; BERRY SNUBBED
We here at US Weekly have found out exclusive new information about the wedding party of the sure-to-be epic Hummel-Anderson nuptials! In a somewhat surprising turn of events, Messrs. Hummel and Anderson have asked Season 12 4th-place finisher Mercedes Jones and Season 13 5th-place finisher Quinn Fabray to be ‘groomsmaids’ in the extravaganza, alongside the two men's siblings, Finn Hudson and Ashley Thoms. While Hummel's connection to Jones is well known, Fabray's apparently close relationship to the couple has previously flown under the radar, and seems to have replaced Anderson’s friendship with 3rd-place finisher Rachel Berry. Could we be looking at Fabray as mother of Hummel and Anderson's future children?
KLAINE FRUSTRATION MOUNTING AS WEDDING LEAKS CONTINUE
As the the big day approaches, more and more information about the wedding of the season has been leaking out, and the men in question are not happy about it.
"It's not that we don't understand-- I devoured everything I could about the royal wedding in 2011," Hummel says when we get in touch with the couple, "although of course we aren't anywhere near as important as Prince William and Kate Middleton."
"But at the same time," adds Anderson, "we're two people in love who just want to have our big day with our loved ones, and not have to share it with millions of people. Some things should be allowed to be private." When we ask him about the charge that a couple that went public with a nationally televised kiss doesn’t really have a right to expect privacy regarding their relationship, Anderson scoffs.
“It’s been five years since then; if people think one moment five years ago means they can invade our lives, I have to wonder who they actually think is deserving of privacy. I believe-- we believe-- that everyone deserves a certain level of human decency, and that includes not having their privacy invaded. It’s pretty sad that some in the media don’t believe that’s true, but Kurt and I will continue to deal with these frustrating incidents as we always have-- together.”
EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS OF IDOL WEDDING
Jim Cantiello
Out of respect for our dear friends Kurt and Blaine, we here at MTV have been staying away from the trashy leaks and speculation most entertainment news organizations have been engaging in since the couple first announced their engagement. As a thank you from the happy newlyweds, we have been gifted with a selection of official photos from the wonderful ceremony which occurred this past Saturday in Lima, Ohio near Kurt's childhood home. I myself was sadly not one of the guests, but I think you'll spot some familiar faces, like a certain Pocket Idol we all know and adore.
Photos and more after the jump...
Blaine tangles his bare toes in the grass of Kurt’s parents’ back yard, looking out at the tables and the temporary dance floor. It’s a lot simpler than he’d imagined it would be; he’s not dressed as a Power Ranger and there is no Elvis impersonator to perform the service. It turns out that after a few years of free reign with the bedazzler Kurt has learned to appreciate simplicity (for at least a few months; Blaine is sure that the next fashion will sweep in soon).
Right now it’s still hours before the first guests are supposed to arrive and Blaine takes a moment to just breathe. He’s wearing worn-out jeans and an old Idol t-shirt with a hole in the armpit, the cotton soft against his skin after repeated washing.
“I should turn that shirt into rags,” Kurt says from behind him, and Blaine doesn’t startle, because Kurt’s always there. After five years it’s stopped surprising him, that he wakes up with Kurt every morning and goes to sleep next to him at night.
“It’s my comfortable shirt,” Blaine comments. “I promised to never wear it in public.”
Kurt sighs and wraps an arm around Blaine. “Are you nervous?” he asks.
“Am I worried that Rachel will try to take over the mic at the reception and sing one of the tear-jerker ballads from her last CD? Sure. Nervous about marrying you?” He smiles and looks up at Kurt. “Nope.”
Kurt smiles back and wheels Blaine back around until they’re facing the house. “Come on, soon-to-be Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Time to get dressed.”
“Anderson-Hummel,” Blaine says with a smirk, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Kurt’s (much more fashionable) jeans.
Kurt rolls his eyes and tugs Blaine along. “If we go inside now we’ll have just enough time for one last round of non-married sex before we absolutely have to start getting ready.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Blaine says, letting Kurt go and dashing towards the back door, which surprises Kurt for a moment before he takes off after him. “We haven’t used anything from Santana’s gift basket yet.”
Authors: hedgerose and penguinutopia.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: They’re halfway through the tour when Blaine blurts out, “We should get married.” Sequel to Carry That Weight.
Beta: idoltina, first and always. We love you!
Authors’ Note: Not the only sequel we’re writing! This one just wanted to get written first.
1. California
They’re halfway through the tour when Blaine blurts out, “We should get married.”
It’s the middle of the night and they’re on the bus, curled up together on one bunk and halfway between San Jose and Los Angeles. Everyone else is asleep, and they should be, too, but Blaine is willing to give up a few hours of sleep for a few hours of privacy away from the paparazzi and their tour-mates. Kurt blinks at him, half-asleep and half-surprised. “No, we shouldn’t.”
“But-” Blaine sucks in a fast breath, suddenly panicked that Kurt doesn’t want this-- doesn’t want him-- even though there’s no real reason to think that. The bus sways and rolls like his heart for a moment, and all he feels is vertigo.
Kurt must sense it, because he reaches for Blaine’s hand, grounding him back down. “No, hey. I didn’t mean that we shouldn’t get married ever. I just-- we’ve only known each other for seven months. I love you, and I want to stay with you for a long time. But it’s only been seven months.” Kurt leans in and kisses him, soft and open-mouthed. “Besides, I’ve been planning my wedding since I was six, and I acted it out with my Power Rangers. I’m not going to get married on a whim, and you’d look terrible in that shade of blue.”
Blaine breathes out, calmer and more settled, more balanced. “Okay,” he says. “And I know that I’m doing this wrong-- I’m no good at romance-- but hey, Kurt Hummel, someday in the amorphous future when you’re a rock star and I’m-- whatever I end up being-- will you--”
Kurt is kissing him (again and again; he loves that Kurt loves kissing) before he can even finish the sentence. Blaine gets lost in Kurt’s mouth sometimes, in how much he gives, and he lets himself drift in the kiss until Kurt pulls back, smiling against his lips. “Someday in the great and amorphous future when you actually propose to me with a ring, Blaine Anderson, yes,” he says, and Blaine has no idea how that smile isn’t blinding, how anyone can look at Kurt without being caught in it.
It’s not an engagement but it’s a promise and that’s almost worth more, because Kurt will do this without the ring (and he doesn’t need to know about the minutes and hours Blaine has spent looking for something that isn’t too tacky); Kurt is still here, curled up on this bed with him, even after everything.
They fall asleep holding hands.
2. Nevada
They’re standing together in front of Elvis before they really realize what’s going on.
Blaine is a little more drunk than Kurt is, grinning at everyone and rambling about love and art and fate. “It’s just-- Kurt, we’re so awesome, I can’t believe that we’re actually here with fucking Elvis!” Fake Elvis grins that Elvis-y grin and Blaine’s eyes are full of stars, because it’s Elvis. Dude.
He’s thought a couple times about trying to get his hair to do that-- that thing that Elvis’s hair does, and he wonders off-hand if there’s enough gel in his hair right now to make it possible. “Kurt! Hey Kurt, can you make my hair do the-- the thing?”
Kurt laughs at him (bitch), but runs his fingers through Blaine’s hair, tugging it forward. “Perfect,” he giggles. “Now you look just like him.”
Elvis tries to start the ceremony a couple times, but Blaine just keeps talking, so excited by, well, everything. “Kurt! Kurt, who are these people watching? I mean I know that we have to have people see us get married, duh, and your dad isn’t here so we have to find other people but they all have cameras. I don’t think I like cameras any more. And I don’t have my guitar. Kurt, I can’t get married without my guitar.” He thinks Santana might be one of the people with cameras but he’s not positive and he likes her (pina colada! dude!) but still. Cameras. Not fun.
He looks mournfully at Kurt, and his rambling has given Kurt time to come to his senses. “Wait wait wait. Blaine. What are we doing? I am not getting married in a quickie wedding in Las Vegas by Elvis. Especially because isn’t he dead? I don’t know what I was thinking.” He start to leave, grabbing Blaine’s hand on the way back down the aisle.
“Can’t we get married by zombie Elvis, Kurt?” Blaine pleads, because even with the cameras he still wants to get married. Even without his guitar. He’s got a ring and everything (sure, he twisted it out of a gum wrapper somewhere in between one casino and the next, but it has to count for something), but Kurt keeps a firm grasp on his hand and pulls him out of the chapel. Blaine shrugs apologetically and waves at poor zombie Elvis as he’s tugged away.
“Bye, zombie Elvis!”
* * *
3. Massachusetts
Blaine’s sitting on the edge of the stage a little while before soundcheck begins when Kurt finds him. He’s tossing his phone from one hand to the other, seemingly lost in thought, but he looks up when Kurt sits beside him.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Kurt nudges Blaine’s shoulder with his own. “What’s up?”
Blaine shrugs. “You know Massachusetts was the first state to legalize gay marriage?” He stops tossing the phone for a moment. “May 17, 2004. I was 10, and I thought to myself, ‘that’s good, then.’ It wasn’t until a few years later that I realized what it would mean for me, that even though it wouldn’t be the marriage my parents might have wanted, it would still be marriage. I would still get to marry someone.”
“Blaine...”
“I don’t think we should get married here. Maybe, if I thought my parents might-- but no. And I’m not going to pull out an engagement ring and get down on one knee just yet. But I’m going to marry you, I can feel it. And being back home, with you here, is just reminding me how much I love you, how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the one, Kurt.”
Kurt turns his face into Blaine’s shoulder and tucks an arm around his waist. “They aren’t coming to the concert, are they.”
Blaine shakes his head. Kurt pulls him in tighter and kisses the top of his head, and they sit quietly until soundcheck starts and they have to move off the stage.
4. New York
Rachel tugs Blaine out of Kurt’s bunk early in the morning on the day they arrive in Albany, when it’s still pretty much dark. Everyone else is still asleep-- and will be for a few more hours, most likely-- but Rachel tells Blaine that she has plans.
She urges him into nice clothes and shoes and whatnot, and drags him out to where Joey-- Blaine’s favorite driver-- is holding the back door of a car open for them. They drive for a while, finally pulling up to a majestic building on one side of a large plaza as the very first glimmers of dawn begin to show. Blaine looks at Rachel, confused, but she just pulls him out of the car. They walk to the front of the building and stand there, just looking.
“This is the Capitol building,” Rachel says when it becomes clear that he doesn’t understand why they’re here. “My dads and I came to wait when the legislature was voting on marriage. They got married as soon as the law went into effect. We came back every July for the anniversary of the law’s passing, until this one.” She pauses, gathering her thoughts. “It’s just-- you seemed a little sad yesterday in Boston, and I thought maybe it would cheer you up to come see a place where history happened. Also, it’s a really beautiful building.” Blaine cracks a smile in response, and Rachel grins back, satisfied.
She turns to him after another moment. “That’s going to be you and Kurt someday, you know. I look at you two, and it looks like forever. I don’t know if I’ll ever have that, but you guys give me hope. Just have faith in that.” Blaine ducks his head, grinning softly to himself. “I’m gonna hug you now, okay?” Blaine opens his arms and Rachel hugs him tightly as the sun comes up on the plaza.
5. Iowa
The picketers in Iowa are the worst.
Kurt and Blaine take hands and walk by, ignoring the shouting and the signs. Rachel grabs Blaine’s other hand (some of the signs are virulently anti-Semitic and Blaine knows that she’s probably thinking about her dads; he doesn’t even want to think about what any of them say), and within a few seconds they’re joined by Quinn and Josh.
The shouts get louder; Blaine keeps his chin high and Kurt’s hand in his, but he drops Rachel’s and pulls Kurt around to face him.
“Are you sure?” Kurt says just loudly enough to be heard over the picketers.
“Always,” Blaine says, and they move in together.
The kiss is a fuck you and an I love you all at once. Blaine can feel Rachel standing next to him and the rest of his co-contestants slowly forming a circle around them. Kurt leans forward and Blaine laughs against his mouth when realizes that Kurt is dipping him like a 50’s housewife, but he clings to Kurt’s shoulder and goes for it. “I am going to marry you,” Kurt growls in his ear when he pulls back, “but not in fucking Iowa.”
“Okay,” Blaine gasps as Kurt gets them back upright, and Kurt grins at him fiercely.
“We are going to rock this concert tonight, no matter what they shout, or what their signs say. Because they can’t touch us.”
(+1. Ohio)
IDOL LOVEBIRDS TO TIE THE KNOT
Rumors have been floating about the possibility of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson getting married from the moment we witnessed their groundbreaking smooch during Season 13 of the long-running reality show. And now it seems those rumors are finally true.
In a joint statement released today, the singers acknowledged the still-impressive interest in their relationship, but asked the media not to encroach on the private ceremony set for later this summer. "This is a day for the two of us and our friends and family, and we ask the media to respect that."
Nonetheless, rumors are already swirling about everything from the venue (both singers reside in New York, but Hummel has strong family ties to Ohio) to the members of the wedding party (R&B singer Mercedes Jones is a childhood friend of Hummel’s; Broadway star Rachel Berry is reportedly a close friend of the two) to what, exactly, the grooms will be wearing on their very special day (Hummel was known for his fashion sense while on Idol, and Anderson’s been no sartorial slouch on the red carpet).
Time will tell which of these rumors are true and which are just talk, but regardless of that, we offer our congratulations to the happy couple.
IDOL ALUMS FABRAY AND JONES PART OF KLAINE WEDDING; BERRY SNUBBED
We here at US Weekly have found out exclusive new information about the wedding party of the sure-to-be epic Hummel-Anderson nuptials! In a somewhat surprising turn of events, Messrs. Hummel and Anderson have asked Season 12 4th-place finisher Mercedes Jones and Season 13 5th-place finisher Quinn Fabray to be ‘groomsmaids’ in the extravaganza, alongside the two men's siblings, Finn Hudson and Ashley Thoms. While Hummel's connection to Jones is well known, Fabray's apparently close relationship to the couple has previously flown under the radar, and seems to have replaced Anderson’s friendship with 3rd-place finisher Rachel Berry. Could we be looking at Fabray as mother of Hummel and Anderson's future children?
KLAINE FRUSTRATION MOUNTING AS WEDDING LEAKS CONTINUE
As the the big day approaches, more and more information about the wedding of the season has been leaking out, and the men in question are not happy about it.
"It's not that we don't understand-- I devoured everything I could about the royal wedding in 2011," Hummel says when we get in touch with the couple, "although of course we aren't anywhere near as important as Prince William and Kate Middleton."
"But at the same time," adds Anderson, "we're two people in love who just want to have our big day with our loved ones, and not have to share it with millions of people. Some things should be allowed to be private." When we ask him about the charge that a couple that went public with a nationally televised kiss doesn’t really have a right to expect privacy regarding their relationship, Anderson scoffs.
“It’s been five years since then; if people think one moment five years ago means they can invade our lives, I have to wonder who they actually think is deserving of privacy. I believe-- we believe-- that everyone deserves a certain level of human decency, and that includes not having their privacy invaded. It’s pretty sad that some in the media don’t believe that’s true, but Kurt and I will continue to deal with these frustrating incidents as we always have-- together.”
EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS OF IDOL WEDDING
Jim Cantiello
Out of respect for our dear friends Kurt and Blaine, we here at MTV have been staying away from the trashy leaks and speculation most entertainment news organizations have been engaging in since the couple first announced their engagement. As a thank you from the happy newlyweds, we have been gifted with a selection of official photos from the wonderful ceremony which occurred this past Saturday in Lima, Ohio near Kurt's childhood home. I myself was sadly not one of the guests, but I think you'll spot some familiar faces, like a certain Pocket Idol we all know and adore.
Photos and more after the jump...
Blaine tangles his bare toes in the grass of Kurt’s parents’ back yard, looking out at the tables and the temporary dance floor. It’s a lot simpler than he’d imagined it would be; he’s not dressed as a Power Ranger and there is no Elvis impersonator to perform the service. It turns out that after a few years of free reign with the bedazzler Kurt has learned to appreciate simplicity (for at least a few months; Blaine is sure that the next fashion will sweep in soon).
Right now it’s still hours before the first guests are supposed to arrive and Blaine takes a moment to just breathe. He’s wearing worn-out jeans and an old Idol t-shirt with a hole in the armpit, the cotton soft against his skin after repeated washing.
“I should turn that shirt into rags,” Kurt says from behind him, and Blaine doesn’t startle, because Kurt’s always there. After five years it’s stopped surprising him, that he wakes up with Kurt every morning and goes to sleep next to him at night.
“It’s my comfortable shirt,” Blaine comments. “I promised to never wear it in public.”
Kurt sighs and wraps an arm around Blaine. “Are you nervous?” he asks.
“Am I worried that Rachel will try to take over the mic at the reception and sing one of the tear-jerker ballads from her last CD? Sure. Nervous about marrying you?” He smiles and looks up at Kurt. “Nope.”
Kurt smiles back and wheels Blaine back around until they’re facing the house. “Come on, soon-to-be Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Time to get dressed.”
“Anderson-Hummel,” Blaine says with a smirk, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Kurt’s (much more fashionable) jeans.
Kurt rolls his eyes and tugs Blaine along. “If we go inside now we’ll have just enough time for one last round of non-married sex before we absolutely have to start getting ready.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” Blaine says, letting Kurt go and dashing towards the back door, which surprises Kurt for a moment before he takes off after him. “We haven’t used anything from Santana’s gift basket yet.”