Klaine looking at each others lips (or times when they really wanted to kiss but couldn’t).
Kurt nervously smiles at Blaine after sliding the ring onto his soon-to-be-husband’s finger, his breath hitching as he finishes the last words of his vow. Blaine smiles back at him, eyes shining with unshed tears as he picks up Kurt’s ring and holds Kurt’s hand in his.
“And now you, Blaine,” the officiants says.
“Kurt,” Blaine starts, swallowing thickly. He squeezes Kurt’s hand for emphasis. “Our very first Christmas together, nine years ago, I gave a silly paper ring made out of gum wrappers, and I made a promise to bake cookies with you and surprise you and defend you, even if you wrong. I promised to always be there for you and to kiss you and to, most importantly, remind you how perfectly imperfect you are to me.” Blaine blinks rapidly and chokes out a brief laugh, sucking in a deep breath before continuing. “And now I promise all those same things and even more. I promise to care for you and to celebrate us and our life that we’ll be making together. I promise to never leave your side, no matter what, and to be there through whatever life decides to throw at us. And I promise to love you, for as long as we both shall live.”
By now, both of them have tears escaping their eyes as they both take a long breath as Blaine slides the ring over Kurt’s finger shakily. Kurt reaches with his right hand to grab Blaine’s left, smiling when he feels the smooth silver band across his ring finger.
“By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounced legally husbands,” the officiant says with a smile. “You may kiss each other,” he adds jokingly.
Blaine’s grin is so big it looks like it will split his face in two as Kurt pulls him by the lapels to meet in a joyful kiss.
But what are you promising? [x]
To always love you. To defend you even if I know you’re wrong. To surprise you. To always pick up your call no matter what I’m doing. To bake you cookies at least twice a year and to kiss you whenever and where ever you want. Mostly to make sure that you always remember how perfectly imperfect you are.
jdfhjdksf DON’T MIND ME. This counts as my doodle for the pact. >.>
“But what are you promising?”
Auditorium Kiss (Taken with instagram)
Klaine: In a place where we only say goodbye…
I have a passionate love for Darren Criss' and Chris Colfer's butt.
