Klaine One-shots stories

the big day

Klaine. Brittana. Kurtana. The Sunshine Twins. that is all.

Kurt blinked in surprise at the sudden change in scenery. Not thirty seconds ago, Kurt was clutching hands tightly with Blaine moments after agreeing to marry him. 

Today.

Now. 

He barely had the chance to look his fiancé in the eye before he was suddenly seized by santana and dragged into a seperate room in the spacious barn. 

it was almost a replica of the room they were just in: a long dressing table with two chairs and one very long mirror; two Japanese screens that Kurt assumed were for changing behind (Not that he or Santana would be remotely interested in each other's finer parts); an elegant-looking wedding dress on a hanger; and next to it, a black, tailor-made suit on a mannequin. 

Kurt inhaled deeply, a slight wave of nausea passing over him momentarily; was he really about to do this? was he really about to get married, at a wedding he didn't plan with guests he didn't approve or in some cases even know?  

But then he thought of Blaine. He thought of how painful it had been to be away from him for all those months. How a huge empty space had been consuming him, until today. Until Blaine had told him that there was no one else.

 He thought of how once, while whispering to one another in the dark on a cold winter's night, Kurt had told Blaine he would marry him in a dumpster if that meant they could show the world how much they loved each other. And he had meant it. 

"Come on Lady Hummel! are you getting changed or not?" Santana's voice broke him from his reverie.  

With a smile playing at his lips, Kurt marched over to the suit as santana began to unzip the white dress. 

*

Now that she had her way, Britney seemed to have calmed down a lot. She sat at the table in the middle of the room in her voluminous dress, chewing happily on a shortbread as Blaine painted her nails. 

His suit was still on the mannequin. He didn't want to put it on just yet. 

"How did you get so good at doing nails? You know, since your a boy and whatnot." Typical Britney. 

Blaine laughed at her slightly before responding. "I do my own nails a lot at home. I don't tend to wear it out in public, but it helps me calm down after a stressful day." A smile grew on his face. "Kurt always used to love seeing what colour I'd get into bed wearing each night." 

For the first time in a while, Blaine felt a rush of warmth rather then regret when talking about Kurt and their apartment in New York. it felt so good to know that he was going to have everything he had ever loved about his life come back to him, with Kurt at the centre of it. 

Britney flapped her drying hands as Blaine wandered over to the mirror to check the gel in his hair. It was his wedding after all- he needed to look perfect. 

"Why don't I paint your nails for the ceremony?" Britney suggested, brining her bag of nail polishes over to the mirror. "You did say Kurt loved them after all, and if santana told me she loved something I'd try extra hard to give it to her." 

Blaine looked at the bag. He thought about the looks and comments he'd gotten the mornings he had forgotten to wash it off. He thought about Kurt gently taking his hands each night, and admiring the patterns and swirls across Blaine's nails. 

"What colours did you have in mind?" 

*

"You know, I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I didn't think it was the right thing for you both." Santana said, looking at her friend in the mirror as she dabbed a little concealer on his cheek to cover a rogue spot.