"I'm getting married today!" Mike exclaimed as he burst into Blaine's hotel room, lifting his hands in the air and doing a "woo hoo!" for added effect. Blaine merely poked his head above the covers and smiled indulgently.

"Morning Mike," he said.

"I'm getting married to-day!"

"Yeah you are!" Blaine said, finding it too easy to join in the madness.

"Woo hoo!" Mike exclaimed and promptly closed the door which caused Kurt to raise his chestnut-coloured messy head from where it had been hiding beneath the covers.

"Do you think he knew I was here?"

Blaine looked over at Kurt for the first time that morning and smirked slightly. He shook his head.

"I doubt it," he said, "He's in his own little world of weddings and future married bliss."

Blaine blushed slightly as flashes of memory came back to him – soft peach skin, blue piercing eyes - dark and lust blown, screams of more and harder – Kurt seemed to understand what he was remembering and blushed too.

"Well I've never done that with you before," Blaine suddenly said, anything to ease the tension as he remained wrapped tight in the duvet.

"Nope," Kurt said, laughing slightly.

"So how are you? How are ya? You ok?" Blaine stuttered on his words, avoiding looking at Kurt until he got his mind around the notion that he had done it with Kurt. He had fucked his best friend!

"Yep, yes," Kurt replied, nodding emphatically as if to prove the point. "You?"

"Oh yes," Blaine said, "Definitely."

"Well I better get going," Kurt said, turning to Blaine in embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, absolutely," Blaine said, now unsure where to look as his eyes flitted to and fro across the bedroom.

"Could you not look?" Kurt said, suddenly embarrassed as he attempted to leave the bed when he was decidedly naked.

"I don't want to look," Blaine said, smiling slightly as he turned away politely, determined to be the perfect gentleman but finding it hard knowing that his best friend was definitely hot and naked next to him.

They got ready for the wedding in their separate rooms, Blaine soon helping an anxious but excited Mike get changed into his wedding attire.

"Have you seen Kurt?" Mike asked after a little while, hoping that Kurt would put his nerves to rest about his outfit.

"I'm not seeing Kurt," Blaine blurted as soon as he heard the question but Mike just looked at him as if he had grown two heads and went to look for Kurt himself.

Kurt was helping the girls get ready for the wedding too. Their lilac bridesmaid dresses and bouquets sorted, he was hanging around, checking everything was in place when Mike appeared.

"You look mighty handsome," he said reassuring Mike and hinting that he was in for quite a sight later with Tina in her beautiful dress. Mike ran off to get his button hole and Kurt went with the girls to the church.

"Right everyone's here," Santana said as she came back to the vestry with the girls. She turned to Kurt who seemed to be in charge. "I've just sneaked a peek in the other room and Mike, Finn and Sam are all ready. Blaine is in his space next to Sam."

"I don't care where Blaine is," Kurt said suddenly and a little too vehemently, "Why should I want to know where Blaine is?" He started to laugh, trying to indicate he wasn't concerned. "You know sometimes I don't even like Blaine." He laughed some more and turned to get the girls so he didn't notice Santana's surprised expression. Her eyes became slits as she considered the new way Kurt was acting but she started to walk to her place as the wedding started.

They were paired up – Rachel and Finn; Sam and Brittany; Blaine and Kurt; Mercedes and Artie as they came out of the two side rooms and prepared to walk down the aisle in front of Tina, dressed beautifully in white. Blaine smiled shyly at Kurt as he saw him properly for the first time since he'd left his hotel room.

Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear as they walked down the aisle together. "What we did last night was...."

"Stupid," Kurt said chuckling, the memory of a hot breath on his ear the night before.

"Totally stupid, crazy," Blaine said laughing too and smiling pleasantly to people that were watching from their seats in the church.

"What were we thinking?" Kurt said, laughing and smiling at the guests. They prepared to part ways to stand on separate sides as the ceremony started.

"I'm coming over tonight though?" Blaine asked, a slight panicked expression on his face as he leant a little closer before he would separate from him.

"Oh yeah definitely," Kurt said, nodding simply as he stood on his side, giving a shy smile to Blaine as he stood next to Mike and Finn. This was going to be fun.

The wedding was beautiful. Tears were shed as Mike and Tina spoke their vows and declared their love amidst the promise that they would stand by each other forever. Kurt wasn't so worried about finding 'the one' now, remembering the ghost of friendly hands and hot passion from an unexpected source. Life was for living and he was still young. He caught Blaine's eye during the service and smiled, knowing that tonight was going to be just as good as the night before.

They next saw each other in the line for the buffet food and Blaine came a little closer to Kurt to whisper so no one would hear.

"Look, I hope you don't take this the wrong way and I know we said we'd hook up later," he started, looking a little sheepish, "But I was just a little worried about what it would do to our friendship." And Kurt felt instantly guilty that he hadn't thought of it at all. Blaine was always so considerate and sensible. Kurt felt a little embarrassed that he had thought only of how hot last night was. Blaine was a good friend, his best and he didn't want to jeopardise that.

"Yeah you're right," Kurt said, ladling his plate with pasta, "I'm sorry. How could we have let this happen?"

"Three times," Blaine said, trying to sound annoyed with himself but the images and the sounds from before came back and he was secretly impressed that he had it in him to go that long. Their chemistry was surprising to Blaine and kind of amazing.

"I blame the wedding," Kurt said.

"Yeah, bad wedding," Blaine said, whacking his ladle on a glass bowl.

"I mean we're away," Kurt continued as they both ladled food onto their plates. "We're away and can't be held accountable for our actions."

"Exactly," Blaine said, nodding and smiling in agreement. There was a slight pause as Kurt thought over what he was about to say.

"But as long as we're in Ohio and at this wedding, which has obviously started crazy ideas and weird happenings," he began, hoping that Blaine would catch his drift. "We can keep doing it right?"

"Well I don't think we have a choice," Blaine said with mock solemnity. "But when we're back home?"

"We don't do it?" Kurt asked tentatively.

"Right," Blaine said, understanding, "Only here."

"Right."

Kurt had finished piling his plate with food that he probably wouldn't eat.

"You know," Blaine started, his eyes burning into Kurt's inquisitive gaze, "I saw a wine cellar downstairs...." A glance, a raised eyebrow and Kurt dropped his plate quickly.

"I'll meet you there in two minutes."

"Ok," Blaine couldn't have got out of there any quicker.

The wine cellar was dark and dusty but as soon as Blaine came down the stairs and opened the door to reveal Kurt apparently waiting patiently, he was pushed roughly against the door and it clicked shut.

"Oh god," Kurt breathed as he could already feel Blaine hard against his thigh, "What are you doing to me?"

"Anything, anything you want," Blaine whispered as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of pale skin that Kurt had exposed as he rested his head on the door. Blaine rutted slightly against him in desperation, wondering what fire Kurt had awoken in him in a matter of hours. It really wasn't the wedding, surely?

"God you're so hot," Blaine breathed against his neck, "So fucking gorgeous..."

The deepness of his voice, the hot breath, the swear, all had Kurt desperate to hear more, desperate to feel more. His hips thrust upwards.

"I can't come in this suit," Kurt gasped as Blaine pressed even harder along his thigh.

"I've got a better idea," Blaine said, parting and lowering his body so he sat on his knees. Looking up at Kurt, his honey coloured eyes lust blown and so amazingly bright, Blaine started to unzip his pants and Kurt gulped, suddenly worried that he would come embarrassingly early.

"Oh god...."

He licked tentatively, suddenly aware that he was licking his best friend, he was seeing Kurt up close and very personal but he took it all in and began to lick faster, swirling over the head and making Kurt moan loudly.

"Oh fuck Blaine...."

Kurt suddenly didn't know what to do with his hands but he looked down just as Blaine peered up at Kurt, his eyelashes fanning his face beautifully and Kurt decided to place his fingers in his hair, desperate to mess the tamed slickness atop his head. Blaine hummed around his cock at the contact and Kurt's hips thrust forward, inadvertently pushing himself further into the wet perfect heat of Blaine's mouth. Deep thrusts, paired with gentle licks and moaning around Kurt's length, had Kurt coming down his throat a few minutes later and Blaine came off with a slight pop.

"Gosh that was fantastic...." Kurt whispered, his knees weak, his eyes taking in the sight of a flush Blaine beaming with pride and wiping slightly at his mouth.

"Why thank you," Blaine said, jokingly.

"Can I return the favour?" Kurt asked mischievously and Blaine laughed.

"Of course kind sir," Blaine said, making quick work of his zip, "Be my guest."

They came out later, trying to piece themselves together again so they didn't look so dishevelled. Rachel soon accosted Kurt as he came out of the wine cellar at a different time to Blaine.

"Where have you been Kurt?" she asked, "Tina's about to throw the bouquet and you should be there to catch it."

"Rachel, it's only a girl's tradition," Kurt said exasperated, "I'm not that sad and desperate."

"Ok it was only an idea," she said slightly perturbed. Kurt caught Blaine's eye as he left the wine cellar, completely unknown to Rachel, and Blaine winked naughtily. Kurt suddenly wondered how long it would be appropriate to wait until he could jump Blaine again.

Another opportunity didn't arrive until much later. The party carried on into the wee hours with the first dance, cutting of the cake and bouquet throwing, as well as glee songs and dancing with friends he hadn't seen in ages. Kurt and Blaine knew they couldn't get away with leaving early but later, as people went to bed, Kurt slipped into Blaine's bedroom unnoticed.

Quick fumbling started; clothes nearly ripped off and giggles until there was a frantic knocking at the door.

"Blaine, Blaine," Sam said desperately, "I need to borrow your room. I met a hot girl downstairs and Artie's in my room."

"Well I have a hot guy in my room," Blaine suddenly said, aware that he sounded childish and petty but the idea of not spending the night with Kurt had him suddenly feeling desperate and horny.

"No you don't," Sam said, through the door, "It's just Kurt, I saw you two go in together."

Just Kurt. Kurt pulled a face and his shoulders sunk.

"Look, who's the one that's gonna get lucky tonight, eh?" Sam said, "Me or you?"

Blaine looked back at Kurt from his position by the door and he felt defeated. He knew he couldn't mention what had occurred between the two of them since the start of the wedding so he smiled sadly at Kurt and turned back to face the door.

"I would have to say you," Blaine said grimacing as if the very words were like dust and ashes in his mouth. "What if we want to watch a movie in here?"

"Yeah," Kurt said eagerly. He searched frantically for a film in the room. "We've already paid for it. It's 'The Little Mermaid'," he said brandishing the film and showing it to Sam through the gap in the now open door.

"'The Little Mermaid'?" Sam said, suddenly excited. "I love that movie."

It was going to be a long night.