“Blaiz!” Yelled Kayla frantically, her white skirts twisting back and forth as she paced up and down the small dressing room.

            Blaiz popped his head into the room, “What now Kayla?” He inquired, sharing an annoyed look with her mother, who was sitting at the vanity, with a mascara brush in hand.

            “My veil, it’s missing, no one knows where it went,” Kayla sat down with a humph in the chair next to her mother, and let her continue touching up her makeup.

            “No it’s not,” Blaiz responded calmly, “You left it in the limo, I was just coming to give it to you,” He pronounced it calmly, and was then attacked by Kayla who proceeded to give him a huge bear hug.

            “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She screamed, “How long do we have?” She suddenly asked, her eyes opening wide with panic.

            “Five minutes,” Blaiz smiled.

            “Oh fuck, shit, but…” Blaiz placed a calming hand on her shoulder.

            “Relax, you love the man right?” Kayla nodded, “And everything is going to go perfectly,” he looked her up in down taking in her simple cream colored a-line strapless dress, her ringlets of fiery red hair, and her barely there made up face, “The only thing that could possibly go wrong, is that Brian will faint when he sees how perfectly lovely you look.”

            A tear formed in the corner of Kayla’s eye, “Don’t you dare cry,” Her mother scolded, “I just spent the last hour touching up your makeup.”

            “Thanks Blaiz, thank you for always being there,” She smiled.

            “Anytime babe,” he placed a quick peck on her lips. “Now you go out there and knock ‘em dead, alright?”

            “Of course,” And with a final hug, she released him.

            Blaiz walked into the church which was still bustling with conversation, Dustin was already standing next to Brian, dressed smartly in a brand new tuxedo, his blond hair styled back neatly for once, a smile adorning his handsome face. Blaiz caught his eye and winked, he was rewarded by the expansion of Dustin’s grin.

            Three years, had it really only been three years? Or, look at it another way, that was a lifetime. In three years so much had happened. Kayla and Brian were getting married for Christ-sakes. Kayla, who had always professed how little she thought of marriage, because if Britney Spears could get married for fifty some odd hours, but two men, or two women couldn’t, then why the hell would she join such a corrupt institution?

            Apparently Brian had managed to change her mind. And who was Blaiz to complain, it was after all a fantastic excuse to have a huge party.

            The music started, and the church was suddenly dead quiet. In walked each bridesmaid, and the maid of honor, followed by the flower girl, who was Kayla’s adorable six year old niece, who looked like she’d stepped off a bridal catalogue, with her blond ringlets and poofy pink dress, and then finally, the music changed, and everyone rose to their feet.

            “Damn this getting up,” Blaiz muttered under his breath, before receiving a glare from the person next to him, who was some random member of Brian’s family he assumed as he had never met the senile old man before in his life.

            “Have some respect,” He hissed through his gnarled teeth.

            “I do, she’s my best friend, I coordinated half of this event,” And then the old man said nothing more.

            Kayla looked angelic, The wide skirts of her dress made her appear to be floating, and there was something to be said for the bridal glow that she was putting off.

            Brian had eyes only for her, and for a moment, Blaiz thought he might’ve been right about his premonition that he would faint. But Kayla made it safely to the alter on her father’s arm, and then interlaced her fingers with Brian’s.

            The ceremony went off without a hitch, Blaiz even sadly enough found himself crying as they exchanged vows and each said ‘I do.’ And then they were kissing, and people were cheering.

            “Shall we go congratulate them?” Asked Dustin as his arm wrapped itself around Blaiz’s waist a gesture that had become habit throughout the past three years.

            “We shall,” Blaiz responded, leaning his head in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck and walking down the aisle with him out of the church.

…………………….

            “That was a fantastic party,” Blaiz yawned as they stumbled into their house later that night. Roughly a year ago, they’d gotten sick of forgetting where they’d left their stuff, and had just bought a medium sized two bedroom house in the middle of San Francisco’s Noe Valley. It was a two story, Victorian, that they had both fallen in love with the moment they set foot inside the door. It was their to share, a sign of their love, of their success.

            “It was,” Dustin agreed he glanced at the clock attached to the kitchen wall, “It’s also currently four thirty am.

            “What do you think Brian and Kayla are doing right now?” Blaiz asked a mischievous grin on his face.

            “Blaiz…” groaned Dustin, “I don’t even want to think about that, not now, or ever.”

            “How can I make it better?” Blaiz inquired, his tiredness suddenly fading away as he pressed the length of his lithe form against Dustin’s stronger frame.

            “Chase the evil images of our best friends having heterosexual sex away from my mind, by filling it with other images, and actions?” Dustin suggested a catlike smirk taking over his features.

            “That,” Blaiz whispered bringing his lips up to meet Dustin’s in a short lingering kiss, “Can definitely be arranged.”

            Their lips danced together, slowly taking over the rest of their limbs, until they were a tangle of sweaty bodies, moving in perfect time on white sheets. A dance they had perfected over the years, but still held the same tingling excitement that it had first promised the first time they’d ever made love.

            Because that was what it was, that was what it always had been. Making love, they had created love together. Made the other and themselves believe it was possible, and then turned around and proved it to the world.

            They lay together afterwards, a mess of arms and legs, Blaiz’s head tucked safely underneath Dustin’s arm, breathing against his chest which was covered in a light sheen of sweat as his chest rose and fell at a heightened pace.

            “The sex will never go bad will it?” He ran his right hand absently through Blaiz’s hair.

            “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Blaiz responded, sleepily.

            Dustin shifted slightly, “It’s funny isn’t it?”

            “What is?” Blaiz asked through a yawn.

            “How we came together, and how three years later, I’m still finding that I love you more ever day.”

            “Not funny at all, just what I always dreamed would someday happen.”

            Dustin smiled and moved down to look Blaiz in the eye, “Then I suppose you wont say no when I ask you to marry me will you?”

            “Nah, probably wouldn’t say no,” Blaiz’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat.

            “So will you?” Dustin asked procuring two plain silver bands, “Because I’m asking you, and I know we can’t really do it, but I can give you this,” He motioned to the ring, “As a promise, that someday we’ll go to Canada or something, and then we will get married. Until then, I just promise to love you and cherish you, through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and everything else they say, until death do us part,” He slid the ring onto Blaiz’s finger.

            With trembling numb hands Blaiz took the second ring into his hand, “I Blaiz White promise, to love you and cherish you, through sickness and health, through everything that life throws our way, until death do us part and much beyond that,” He slid the ring onto Dustin’s left ring finger.

            Dustin couldn’t help the idiots grin that spread across his face, here, at 5:15 am, on July 17th 2008, they lay together, getting married in front of the only two witnesses that really mattered: each other.

            And with that, Dustin pulled Blaiz into a fierce kiss, they melted against each other until it was unclear where one began and the other ended. But one thing was for sure, it was a kiss that plainly said I love you.

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            Tear, so it’s over. Feels kinda crazy to finish this, or at least a draft… This story ahs been my child, I started it just over a year ago now, and I am so surprised and thankful that people liked it this much. So thank you to all my reviewers, every time I was about to drop the story, I’d get another crazy sweet review in my inbox begging me not to, and so I’d pull out another chapter.

            I truly love this story, and I feel that Blaiz and Dustin personify many less than perfect human characteristics that we all have when it comes to love. The fear we all have of being hurt, of trusting. We all have it, each and every single one of us. And I tried to embody that through my characters.

            Some of the earlier chapters need some serious re-working, and I’m sure there are many a plot-hole. But it’s always given me hope, when I look at my favorite author’s favorites lists and I see this story on there. It fills me with this general ‘yay’ feeling. Also the fact that I posted chapter 15 yesterday and have already achieved 10 reviews, as of 11:06, Thursday morning, the time it is right now, which is so amazingly flattering. Essentially what I am saying is thank you to all the people who have read and reviewed this story, you guys helped motivate me so much.

            As for a sequel, I am playing around with some ideas in my head. I’ll give you a sample and you can decide which one you want.

            Idea 1- Finding love was one thing, staying in love was another, they promised to love each other forever, but what obstacles will life throw their way, and will they survive them?

            Idea 2- When you live in San Francisco, gay culture is a part of your life, when you’re two uncles are gay, you’ve grown up to accept homosexuality, but when suddenly you find yourself lusting after the same gender, what happens? (this would be about Kayla and Brian’s son at roughly 16 or 17 years of age. But don’t worry Blaiz and Dustin would make many an appearance.)

            Idea 3- There is no sequel, I leave these characters to rest in peace, as this story could very well be left without one…

            So review, and let me know if you want a sequel, and if so, which option, and if not, then, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

Much love.

-Fountain Pen.