upperwestsideblaine:
Blaine shot Matt a nonplussed look, although a tiny smile still tugged at the corner of his mouth at his antics. “The wedding isn’t over yet, there’s still time,” he pointed out, hip-bumping right back. He was loose and happy and had all of his favorite people in one place, and even his father’s stone-faced silence at the parents’ table couldn’t overshadow the smile on Blaine’s face every time he looked over at Kurt.
Instead he slung one arm over Matt’s shoulders lazily. “The next event won’t be my wedding, so have at it.”
It was as if Blaine didn’t want him to see that smile but he did, and it caused a bigger one to form on his own lips. “Truuuuuuuuuue. There is but I promised I’d be good. Can’t have me making some scene and taking the spotlight away from you and Kurt. The next wedding will have that honor. It’ll probably be my own, which sucks for Bri. She’ll just be with a permanent facepalm throughout the whole night. And the time we’re married.” He joked. He wouldn’t actually do that to her, not intentionally.
“Awesome. I’ll make sure when I’m getting escorted out from the next event that they know it was all your idea. Because you gave the okay.” Matt’s arm went around Blaine’s side and he brought him in for a sideways hug. “How does it feel? You guys finally tied the knot. Does it feel like you’ve got that whole weight off your shoulders now?”
