Kurt was about to agree with Blaine about his friends at Vogue being upset that they weren’t properly dressed for their wedding when his fiancé suddenly kissed him. His brain went fuzzy and he tried to catch his breath when Blaine finally pulled away, gently shaking his head. “N-no… I think the morphine is working its magic and blurring all the edges,” he replied, closing his eyes as he felt Blaine’s soft lips press against his cheeks and forehead. “Yeah, um as I was saying, since I’m pretty sure I’m going to be out of commission while I’m recuperating at home, we can focus on finding a venue for the wedding. And hopefully I will have healed by then or else, you’re marrying this.” He motioned to his face, still unsure of how he looked. “I’m sorry. Maybe I could get Mercedes to help me cover up the bruises so that they don’t look so bad. Which reminds me, I have to ask her if she’d be my maid of honor or best woman.” Kurt added, knowing that his original maid of honor was out of the picture.
"You look beautiful Kurt. Like a true hero. You don’t need to cover up your war scars for me" Blaine kissed Kurt’s cheek again. "Although I don’t want you regretting our Wedding pictures when we look back at them, so maybe we should wait till your a little bit more healed up." Blaine cuddled closer to Kurt in contentment "We are really doing this, aren’t we Kurt? Getting married and starting a family while starting our life as adults?"