Fic: Shatter The Walls For A New Sun {10/10} [complete]

Title Shatter The Walls For A New Sun 10/10
Rating PG-13
Word Count 1,600/54,100
Summary AU in which Blaine was raised by highly religious parents and escapes to NYC with Quinn, moving in next door to Rachel and Kurt. (Alternately: Bible!Blaine meets NYC!Kurt. Shit happens.)
Notes This is it! Excuse me while I get all verklempt. Thanks for spending this hiatus with me during my form of fluff therapy, hopefully it helped some of y’all too ;) That’s the only way I can explain 50k in a month while also being sick is fluff therapy. So much for NaNo this year. Here’s everything in a PDF download if anyone wants that, other downloads are at AO3. I also am NEVER this cheesy-schoompy-fluffy with my endings, but again, blame the fluff therapy, and for these boys, it works. Thank you, thank you, thank you again for all of your kind words if I’ve somehow missed you, you all truly are the best ♥

Prologue // One // Two // Three // Four // Five  // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // LJ // AO3

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Five years later

Kurt peeks out over the balcony for a moment, delighting in the fact that no one can see him. The space below him is filling up nicely, all of his and Blaine’s family and friends taking seats and chatting animatedly. He sees his coworkers from Vogue, and if they bitched about coming out to Brooklyn from Manhattan, it seems to have subsided. Even though Kurt and Blaine live in Manhattan now, when they were looking for a place to get married, they came across this space in their hunt and it just felt perfect the instant they walked in.

The space had been converted from an old church to something a bit more stylish and updated, and it was in their old neighborhood, even. Kurt’s not sure how they missed it all those years living in the loft. It seemed perfect to get married in Bushwick where they first met, where they first fell in love, where they shared their first everything together.

“Thought I might find you here.” Blaine’s voice breaks through his concentration, and he turns to see his husband-to-be standing in the wings, looking exquisite in his suit and tie.



Kurt’s voice catches in his throat, and he’s about to find the right words to say when he hears another booming voice behind him. “My brothers!”

Cooper. Of course. Well, it’s a better greeting than squirt and the bean sprout, which has been his standard over the years (and Kurt has never quite understood). Ever since they announced they were getting married, Kurt has been an honorary brother, and he figures he should be thankful.

“So, I wanted to run a few things by you two,” he starts, clapping them both on the shoulder, and Kurt shoots Blaine a worried look, because no, they talked about this. They talked about how Cooper was to be as uninvolved as possible, how they distracted him with planning the coed bachelor party for a reason (aside from the fact they knew he wouldn’t book strippers like Rachel would). “I know you decided on a civil ceremony, but I still think there’s room for a little blessing somewhere in the middle, and I know I’m not a minister anymore, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t forgotten how to say a really solid prayer …”

Kurt’s eyes must be bugging out of his head, because Blaine reaches over and grips his hand comfortingly before trying to redirect his brother. “Cooper, that’s … all very nice of you, but really, we’ve got it all under control, we’ve actually already asked Quinn -”

As if on cue, Quinn walks up the stairs to the balcony, sighing exasperatedly at the sight of them. “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you. I told you not to bother Kurt and Blaine! They have enough to worry about!” She walks over, looping her arm through Cooper’s and smiling apologetically at both of them, mouthing a simple sorry.

“It’s - it’s fine,” Blaine says quickly. “I was just telling Coop you have the whole reading thing covered and we definitely don’t need another one. Even though we really, really appreciate it.” He emphasizes each word to Cooper, hoping he takes the hint. Cooper left CNT over a year ago, and with the help of Quinn as his publicist, is now a mildly successful motivational speaker. This hasn’t changed the fact that he still has to make everything revolve around him.

“Let your girlfriend handle this one, Cooper,” Kurt says with a smile and a pat to his shoulder, before Quinn winks at them and leads him down the stairs, muttering to her.

“And now it’s just us again,” Blaine says, his smile so bright, Kurt has to match it.

“Not for long,” Kurt points out, and he’s right, because below them is all of their family and friends, people who have traveled from their old lives in Ohio and California and other friends they’ve made along the way to join in this day with them, along with Kurt’s coworkers and Blaine’s colleagues from school, where he’s pursuing a masters in Music Therapy. If he can’t help heal people’s souls with music anymore, he can help heal their bodies and minds.

Blaine’s parents aren’t out there. He hasn’t spoken to his dad in the six and a half years since he’s been gone, and his relationship with his mother is strained, at best, only picking back up after Cooper left the station. But there’s hope - there’s always hope.

“Did you ever think we’d be here one day? When you came down to help us with our luggage?” Blaine asks, still grinning, and Kurt bursts out laughing. “What?” he asks cautiously, and Kurt wonders if he should tell him.

“Rachel and I spent all morning objectifying you from the window in the loft before we came down to help. So, no I can’t say this was my first thought when I saw you.” Blaine’s eyes twinkle and his head drops to Kurt’s shoulder as he chuckles himself. “But then,” Kurt continues, growing a bit more serious. “But then, I got to know you, and I learned what a kind and generous and wonderful person you are. I may have been instantly attracted to you, but I fell in love with your mind and your soul and your heart and I’m going to go out there in front of eighty-six of the nearest and dearest people to us and tell them all of that today.”

Kurt,” Blaine says, his voice thick with emotion, and Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck to bring their lips together, and they’re lost in the moment for a bit before they hear Quinn on the stairs again clearing her throat.

Thirty minutes later, after Kurt and Blaine have professed their love for one another, Quinn clears her throat once more, standing in front of them as the justice of the peace steps aside and lets her have the floor. “Hello everyone,” she says calmly. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Quinn, Blaine’s best friend, and he and Kurt have asked me to say a quick prayer because it was deemed I would be the person to make the rest of you who aren’t religious least uncomfortable -” Kurt hears a scoff from the crowd that he knows is Cooper’s, and Quinn stares at him, actually going as far to point at him with his signature move, grinning widely, and there’s a smattering of laughter from the crowd.

“Anyway, before I do, I want to share a little story that has nothing to do with religion, really, and would probably be better left for the reception, but I wasn’t sure if I’d get a microphone again.” She’s still grinning, this time at Blaine and Kurt, and the two exchange a glance. They really weren’t going to let people make toasts at the reception, because between Cooper and Rachel after a few glasses of champagne, things would get a bit long winded and over-emotional.

“B and I moved in right next door to Kurt and Rachel when we first got to the city, in this very neighborhood of Bushwick, and to say we were a bit sheltered - well, that might be an understatement. One of Kurt and Rachel’s favorite things to do on nights we stayed in is make us watch movies we might have missed during our time in California, and they’re going to hate me for outing them on this, but I remember one night vividly when we were all curled up on our futon with blankets and cartons of ice cream, watching ‘The Notebook’ and sobbing.”

The crowd starts laughing again, and Quinn feels the need to defend them all apparently. Kurt’s pretty sure he’s turning five shades of red, and he looks over at Blaine who is shaking his head in amusement. “Hey, we had no idea who Nicholas Sparks was! We weren’t prepared! But the point I’m getting at here is I was doing a little research for the prayer I wanted to use today, and somehow this quote from the movie popped up in Google. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul, that makes us reach for more, that plants fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. The second I read it, I was reminded not only of that night, but of these two lovely individuals who stand before us today.”

The embarrassment starts to fade, and the corners of Kurt’s lips start to curl up, Blaine glancing over at him adoringly and smiling himself. “I have been fortunate enough to watch Kurt and Blaine’s relationship blossom and grow, and I don’t know if there are two people in my life better suited for each other. When they’re around each other, I can truly see the calming presence each other brings just by being in each other’s company, as well as the fire they light within each other, and I think everyone should strive to have a love like yours.”

Quinn starts to get choked up at the end, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue and laughing lightly. “Oh, I said I wouldn’t cry. I love you both very much, and I should just get on with it.”

Kurt looks over at Blaine, offering him a soft smile, trying not to let the emotion get to him either, and reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together. Quinn takes a deep breath, smiling at them one last time.

“Let us pray.”