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“You have the key to my heart-” rip
“I will always be there to unlock-” crumple
“I was locked away until-”scribble
“I’ll hold the lock and you hold the key.” YES! Wait. Shit. Those aren’t even my words.
“UGH!” Kurt pushed aside yet another piece of paper destroyed by harsh x’s and lines running through words, letting his head fall to the desk in front of him with a dull thud and a slight wince.
“Everything going okay in there?” called Blaine from the living room.
It had been a mutual decision without hesitation – of course they would write their own wedding vows. They’d always found it easy to convey their thoughts through song; writing promises to each other that they’d discussed since high school shouldn’t be that difficult. Now the wedding was a few weeks away and Kurt insisted they take the afternoon to start on the vows, Blaine on the couch and Kurt in the bedroom. Needless to say it was not going as easily as he had intended.
“No,” Kurt groaned back. “We have to cancel the wedding and change everything because I’m a horrible fiancé.” He finished the exclamation with a dramatic sweep of the papers onto the floor, slightly disappointed no one had been there to appreciate it.
“Awww,” Kurt hear Blaine get off the couch, and he turned his head slightly on the desk so one eyeball could see Blaine as he poked his gelled head into the bedroom, attempting a sympathetic pout but unable to hide the joy shining from his eyes that had been there since the beginning of the month. “You know that’s not true! Anything you say will be perfect.”
“But I can’t!” Kurt turned around so he faced Blaine head on. “Because you always say the most romantic things so I tried to use some metaphor or something to make our love sound beautiful and grand but I got stuck and the only thing I was able to come up with was Madonna lyrics but none of it was right so now I don’t know what to do and you’re going to make everyone cry with your vows but mine won’t be good enough!” He finished his rant out of breath and got up and jumped on their bed, hiding his face in the comforter to hide his tears of frustration.Stupid, crying over this. The fact that I can’t write to save my life about the man I’m going to marry…
Blaine’s eyes opened wide and he moved forward instantly, curling up alongside Kurt and rubbing his back soothingly in circles.
“Kurt, you know that’s not true. Yeah, I may have a tendency for overdramatic gestures, but that’s no better than what you give me. Those flowers you gave me for West Side Story, the kiss in the courtyard when we got back together…you surprise me every day. Every smile you give to me is a gift, and the fact you want me as a husband is the greatest gift of all.”
Kurt turned toward him, eyes slightly red. “See, this is what I mean.” He shook his head before burying it in the covers again.
Blaine bit his lip, chiding himself internally before trying again. “What I’m trying to say, Kurt, is that you’re the most special, unique, interesting person I’ve ever met. Instead of trying to match what you think I’d write, just write like you’re talking to me. When we get married, I know all of our friends and family are going to be there, and you’ve worked hard on every detail so that everyone will appreciate it. But for those few minutes, it’s just going to be us.” Blaine ran his hand through Kurt’s hair, moving in closer when Kurt peeked toward him again. “And I want to hear your vows the way you’d say them, because you’re the one who I fell in love with.”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile at Blaine’s joyful expression, leaning forward and meeting him in an awkward kiss through both their smiles. He curled up even closer so their legs tangled, their arms wrapped around each other, and their chests were pressed against each other.
“I love you so much, Blaine.” It was a whisper against his ear.
“You could just say that and it would be the only thing I’d ever need to hear.”
Their drafts forgotten, the fiancés spent the remainder of the afternoon in bed together, showing rather than telling their love for each other.
And when Kurt woke in the morning to Blaine spooned around him, he began to brainstorm; the words coming to him as easy as air.
“I can’t wait to be married to you.” Kurt whispered, leaning back against his fiancé with a smile as he sank slowly back into sleep.