Earlier today I promised that the Wilde Abrams Season Six One Shots would not only continue as planed, but provide the Wilde Abreams endgame that RIB deprived us of. 

The following is a small piece of the unfinished At Last (A Wedding) dradt one shot. Enjoy 🙂

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It was late into the evening and the party had finally died down. Artie and Kitty were among the few people remaining; everyone else had for the most part finally broken it up and gone home or to their respective hotel rooms. Artite inspected the damage and could see that there was going to be a lot of work cleaning up the following day.

Kitty walked up to Artie.

“Hey,” she said

“Hey,” he said back.

“You did an amazing job planning all this Artie, I’m really proud of you,” she told him.

“Thanks,” he told her, “it was a team effort.”

“Yeah, but you put all of it together,” she reminded him.

“With a lot of help from my Logistics Coordinator, Kurt who supervised most of the actual work,” he added.

“You’re amazing, Artie. Don’t undervalue your role,” she told him. “You do that too often.”

He nodded slightly, clearly uncomfortable about the compliment.

They shared a short awkward silence.

“For a while there I was kind of wondering if everything was going to go off,” he said, breaking the silence and changing the subject. “But at the last minute everything just kind of came together.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I think pre wedding complications are normal. I’m just glad that Santana was able to calm down and talk some sense into Brittany.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Thank you for suggesting to the new kids that I be allowed to attend the wedding as a guest I really had a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad. So did I once the ceremony actually started, so I could finally relax. And It’s the least we could do,” Artie said, “after all the help you gave me beforehand, and besides, you’re friends with Britney to and you at least tolerate Santana.”

They both chuckled.

“I’m glad you didn’t forget about the doves,” she told him.

“Of course not,” he said. “Can’t have a wedding without doves!” he told her.

She smiled, stepping toward him, stumbling.

“Dam,” she said, reaching for her shoe. “I broke a heel.” She sighed, glancing at for dirty floor. “Looks like I’m going to ruin these pantyhose.”

“Not necessarily,” he told her, patting his lap.

She gave him a quizzical look. “You can’t be serious?”

“It’s not like you haven’t before,” he reminded her with a smile.

“Yeah,” she answered, “but that was when we were together.”

“Come on Kitty,” he plead, smiling. “For old time’s sake. I don’t bite.”

She sighed, realizing that she needed to take her weight off the foot or further damage the shoe, and hesitantly sat down. Then she slipped the shoe off and examined it.

“Dam,” and said. “These are brand new!”

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

“It’s not your fault,” she told him.

“I know, but I’m still sorry,” he told her.

She smiled at him. The two of them met each others gaze for a moment, until she averted her head and broke it.

After an awkward moment, Kitty glanced across the room and saw Puck behaving in a very intimate fashion with Blaine’s mom, Pam Anderson. They’d danced together earlier, but had clearly stepped things up a few notches. She got a confused look on her face and asked, “Isn’t he still dating Quinn?”

“Yeah, That’s what I thought,” he answered. “He was supposed to be my ride. Something tells me he’s gonna be occupied for a while,” he sighed.

“I can give you a lift if you want,” she told him. “I drove myself. ”

“That would be great,” he told her, adding. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“You’re never too much trouble,” she told him softly, tenderly.

He smiled back, “I’m ready to get out of here, when you are.”

She nodded, “I am too.”

Artie rolled over to Puck and Pam and said, “Puck, I’m gonna get a ride with Kitty. Talk to you later.”

“Later dude,” Puck said, not even looking away from the cougar in front of him.

Kitty rolled her eyes as Artie wheeled them away. Kitty relaxed and leaned back into his chest as he wheeled them out to where her car was parked. She smiled. She had almost forgotten how strong and comforting his arms were. She really missed it.

When they got to her car, Kitty retrieved the pair of flats she’d left on the floor of the car and changed into them before she helped him into her car and stowed his wheelchair in her trunk, two actions she did without thinking because they had become second nature after so many times of doing it when they were in glee club together.

The drive to his place was mostly silent as each of them silently contemplated the current state of their relationship.

Kitty was reviewing their relationship in her mind from their initial meeting, becoming friends, during, breaking up, and now the weirdness since they had made up.

Artie wondered where they went wrong. Once again he wondered why they had broken up. Why he still hadn’t won her heart back. Why she was still guard with him.

When they finally reached his home she put the car in park, turned off the ignition and sat there for several moments before she broke the silence.

“What are we doing, Artie,” she asked him.

He knew that she wasn’t just talking about driving home.

“I don’t know…,” he offered.

“We’re supposed to be broken up, but we’ve been acting like we are still together.”

“Is that a bad thing? He asked. “We’ve obviously still got feelings for eachother and are comfortable with each other.”

“But we’re broken up,” she reminded him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be. I’ve never stopped loving you Kitty’s and if I wasn’t clear before, let me be now, I regret the breakup. Can you honestly say that you don’t feel the same way?”

“Artie, even if I agreed, you’re still living in new York and I’m still here.-”

“-I’m still going to be coming back here helping out with glee club as often as I can get away from school, so we’ll see each other regularly, and this is only until you graduate in less than a year,” he told her. “Then you’d be free to come join me in New York. I’m sure you could get into NYU if you applied.”

She nodded.

Their eyes met for several long moments and then they both slowly leaned in, closed their eyes and shared a passionate kiss which morphed into a full on make out session, which no one was there to break up.

After several minutes they silently broke the kiss and after a cautious smile, without a word they got out of the car and she helped him into his chair. She wheeled him up to the front door, which he unlocked, and they both went inside, straight through the familiar rooms and down the hall to his bedroom.

Without a word she kicked off her flats and helped him shed his shoes, tie, tuxedo jacket and vest and helped him out of the chair onto his bed and she lay on top of him as they began to kiss again.

She knew that she could be doing something that she could regret later, but she didn’t care. As much as she might deny it, she still loved him very much, and right now she wanted to be with him. Their mutual attraction had been building up again for weeks. She had needs too, and there was no one else in the world she wanted to fulfill them with.

After several minutes of kissing, she began to let her hands wander, up and down his torso. She slid off of him so that they were next to eachother but still kissing and began to unbutton his shirt and her hands began to wander elsewhere. His hands continued to wander and he let her hair down and reached around and unzipped her dress.

They broke apart only briefly, long enough for her to slip out of the dress which she allowed to drop onto the floor, and she quickly helped him out of his shirt and pants before rejoining him on the bed under the covers.

They continued to kiss and let their hands wander and before long they had shed the remainder of their clothing.

About forty minutes after they entered his bedroom they made love for the first time in over a year.

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Kitty stirred next to the sleeping form of her lover. She smiled and kissed his cheek before crawling out of bed. She slipped on her panties, and donned his discarded white tuxedo shirt which she buttoned only as far as necessary.

She tiptoed into the bathroom, washed her face and relieved herself. Then she slipped out the door and back towards the room containing her slumbering lover.

She was almost there when she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder, “From the way you’re dressed and the sounds coming from his room last night I take it that you and my son are back together?”

Kitty smiled and said, “Yes Mrs. Abrams, I guess we are.”

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I Hope you all enjoyed this little taste of what’s to come! 🙂