Kurt zipped up the back of his dress and let the zipper go, putting his hands on his stomach. He admired himself in the long mirror, and turned this way and that to get a full view of the way the dress hugged his hips and stomach, outlining them against the thin fabric, and how round his butt looked. The dress was a light brown that wrinkled at his hip bones and his sides and squeezed everything else, making him look absolutely amazing. He loved the way his eyes glowed, contrasting the dark color. He did a little spin and giggled, gasping when he stumbled on his high heels and almost fell out of the dressing room.

"Oh!" He straightened himself out immediately, pushing aside the curtain and smiling at Keegan, who was waiting on the other side. "What do you think of this one? I like the color and what it does for my hips. See?" He turned in a circle, and when he got back around to Keegan, he saw that he was grinning.

"It looks really good, Kurt." Sitting down on a bench, Keegan pulled Kurt closer and grabbed the tag hanging off the end of the dress. "But its eight hundred dollars."

"Oh, but I must have it!" Kurt hopped up and down, rushing back over to a mirror. "I love this one, Keegan. I promise I wont buy anything for the next five months. Its so pretty!"

"Yeah." Keegan rolled his eyes, "Like you could go a week without shopping. Youre so expensive. Whatever... let me buy it for you."

"Keegan!" Kurt widened his eyes, spinning back around and covering his mouth with his hands. "You cant. Id feel terrible. I have money from my photo shoots."

"I have money, too." Keegan insisted and fished his wallet out. "I cant even remember what I was saving it for. Come on, youre my best friend and your aunt is buying my ticket to America. Let me get this for you."

"Thank you!" Kurt squeaked, bouncing on his toes again. He started to tumble when he lost his balance, but he caught himself against a wall. "Youre the best friend I could have ever asked for. Let me have a few more minutes to look at it. Isnt it pretty?" Whirling back around, Kurt kicked up one of his heels and did a little dance in front of the mirror. "I want to show it to Blaine. Hell think its so pretty, wont he?"

Keegan raised his brows at that, and Kurt quickly realized what he said. Touching his fingertips to his lips, he blushed bright red and tapped the floor with his shoe. "Oh... um..." Suddenly distracted by something in the mirror, Kurt spun around and looked at a collection of dresses across the room. "Oh... so beautiful."

He walked up to a bunch of wedding dresses hanging up, and he touched one of the glitteriest ones. "Mm... these are gorgeous." Pulling the glittery one from its hanger, Kurt held it up to his body. "Ive always wanted to wear one of these. Look as sparkly as a diamond."

Keegan frowned, following Kurt with his eyes as he returned to his mirror, still holding the dress up. "Kurt-"

"I can just see it." He whispered, his voice much sadder as he brushed his hand over the glittery bodice. "A sparkly wedding... with diamonds everywhere. And everyone would look amazing, so dressed up. And he would be standing there... so handsome... smiling at me... and hed say that Im the most beautiful thing in the room. He wouldnt be able to take his eyes off of me. And I would know how beautiful I am to him... dancing in a glittery dress with him-" It was obvious that Kurt started daydreaming, his blue eyes glazing over and a small smile playing at his pink lips. His dimples were popped and he looked happy, but then he remembered where he was and his eyes opened wide. "Oh, I must be babbling!"

"I dont mind." Keegan shrugged, and he really didnt. "Just dont upset yourself."

Kurt sniffed, walking back over to the dresses. "Im fine. I really am. I know its time for me to try to be happy again, and I am happy. There are many things to be happy about... like my dads wedding... and that couple in that movie we watched last night stayed together... and there were plenty of people holding hands on the street today-" It seemed he was trying to convince himself and his eyes filled with sudden tears, startling Keegan. "I dont want to cry on this dress because its so pretty!"

"Kurt..." Keegan swung his leg over the bench and he strode up to Kurt, taking his tiny body against his chest. "Kurt, come on. You dont have to cry. I know youre sad."

Clinging to the dress, Kurt whimpered, "Im not going to h-have a wedding and Ive always wanted one."

Keegan rubbed his back, gently tugging the glittery dress from Kurts grip. "Youre too pretty to stay alone, Kurt. Youre going to have a wedding."

"I dont want a wedding with anyone but Blaine." He sobbed into Keegans chest, "He promised he would marry me... and I want to marry him!"

"I know." He wiped Kurts small face with his sleeve, watching him stick his bottom lip out. Anything less than a smile from Kurt was a bad day for him, so Keegan felt terrible for him. "Hey... you want this dress, too?" Holding up the wedding dress, Keegan grinned. "Its the most sparkly wedding dress Ive ever seen. Ill get it for you."

Kurt rubbed his weepy eyes, his sniffling becoming less noisy. "Where would I wear it?"

"I dont know." Keegan looked at the dress, "Think of it like ice cream... your comfort food. This can be your comfort dress. Do you want it?"

"Mm hm." Kurt lifted his head from Keegans chest, distracted momentarily from his heartbreak by the pretty dress. "Youre so nice to me."

Keegan laughed at that, wrapping his arm around Kurts shoulders. "Youre my best friend, Kurt. Niceness kind of comes with friendship." Following Kurts wandering eyes to a table of shoes, Keegan grabbed his chin and turned his head, "No, look at me. Not at the shoes. I swear, if you buy one more thing youre going to ruin my wallet-"

"But theyre so pretty! Look at the ones with the flowers! I have to have them!" Pulling away from Keegan, Kurt ran over to the shoes and hopped up and down.

Keegan looked at his watch, "Well, you lasted about ten minutes. What was this about five months?"

Blaine pressed himself against the wall, staring at the tips of his shoes as they were nearly stomped on. Chaos was all around him, the guys fighting over food Nick had brought with him. Blaine didnt want to get involved. He was hungry, but he wasnt in the mood to wrestle and hit. Dragging his hand through his hair, Blaine looked up when Wes returned to restore order. "Come on, guys. Enough. You bunch of idiots. We have to go down to the other recording studio in a minute... we have that new boy band coming."

"They stole my food!" Nick shouted, slapping Thad on the back of the head. "You owe me fries the next time we go to get fast food."

Thad stuck his tongue out, and Blaine grimaced as he saw his chewed up food. Turning his head, Blaine sat down at the computer and reached for the baby carrier. He gently rocked his sleeping babies, both of them curled around each other and ignoring the noisy boys. He opened his mouth as he carefully rubbed Archers little belly, and the tiny baby mewled and raised his fists, batting at Blaine. "Hush, little baby..." he hummed quietly to him, lulling him back into his sleep, "dont say a word. Daddys gonna buy you a mockingbird."

Archer cooed and he rubbed his closed eyes, drifting in and out of his sleepy daze. "And if that mockingbird wont sing, Daddys gonna buy you a diamond ring-" He stopped singing when the room got suddenly quiet, and he looked up. Flushing bright red when he realized all of the guys were staring at him, Blaine huddled into himself and crossed his legs. He pressed his knuckles to his lips, rubbing them until they were sore as if to punish them for embarrassing him.

"Wow, Blaine." Trent sat down on one of the chairs, his eyes wide. "Youre still really good. Why dont you let us record you?"

"Yeah, Blaine." Jeff gave him an encouraging smile. "We like your voice! You sounded so raw."

Blaine wanted to vanish or run out of the room. Swallowing thickly, he muttered, "It was just a lullaby."

"And thats why I think it was so good." Wes said to him, "You were in your comfort place right then, singing to your baby. Just like you were comfortable when you were singing with Kurt. Ive watched your performances... Ive looked up videos of you, especially from that Nationals competition."

Blaine winced at the reminder of that awful night.

"I think I know what your problem is, why you clamped up." Wes continued, peeling off the wall. "You dont like seeing people judge you... and not being able to do anything about it. You either want to lash out or run away. And when youre on stage like that... so exposed... you panic because you dont know what theyre saying because theyre not saying it to your face, and you cant do a thing about it. With those babies... and with Kurt... you knew you werent being judged. They love you and your voice, and you know it."

"I dont understand." Blaine muttered, even though he really did.

Jeff put in, "What Wes is saying is that you need to understand how good you are first, and then youll have the confidence to know that other people think youre good, too. The only person who thinks youre bad is you, when youre actually very talented."

Blaine closed his eyes, thinking of all the times Karofsky pushed him down, made fun of him, called him a name-faggot. "Im not the only one who thinks Im bad." He assured them, biting down on the inside of his cheek.

Thad tilted his head sympathetically, "Youre good, Blaine. Forget about anyone whos told you different. Theyre just jealous because they dont have what you have... a pair of damned good lungs. Who would you rather listen to, someone whos just jealous of you or a roomful of guys who love your voice? Including those babies. And Kurt... but hes not here."

Blaine looked over at Hunter when his brown eyes popped open as if hed been called, and he picked him up from his carrier. "Shh... come here, sweetheart." Resting him against his shoulder, Blaine patted his back and felt him yawn, rubbing his big eyes and burrowing into Blaines chest.

"Da-da..." he gurgled, biting on one of Blaines buttons on his shirt and chewing it. "Da-da."

Blaine closed his eyes and kissed Hunters forehead, "Hush, little baby, dont say a word. Daddys gonna give you all his heart." He cradled the little baby and felt the guys eyes on him, but he ignored them. He was confused, and he needed to hang onto something he knew for sure. And Hunter was something he knew for sure... his little baby who loved him and his voice.

Kurt checked the next name on the list and he scribbled it down on a glittery piece of paper with ribbons tied on it, feeling a deep yawn coming from his throat. His chin bobbed and his penmanship got a little sloppier, so he closed his eyes for a moment. Beside him, he heard Keegan chuckle, "Kurt, you spelled wedding wrong."

He opened his eyes and rubbed them, "Oh, Im sorry. Im just a little sleepy. I want to get these invitations done tonight, and then I have to look at cake designs-"

"Kurt, calm down." Keegan grabbed Kurts hand and pried the pen from it, which wasnt that hard. Kurts hand relaxed almost instantly and he started tipping over, falling on Keegans shoulder. "We have another two and a half months to plan this. Youll exhaust yourself if you keep going at this rate."

Kurt blindly grabbed for his pen, "Oh, but I have to get the invitations done tonight-Keegan!"

Keegan stood up, making Kurt fall onto the couch. He curled into a tiny ball and kept grabbing for his pen, limply going with Keegan when he lifted him from the couch. "No. Thats enough for tonight. Why are you so concerned about this? Itll be fine whether you put yourself in overdrive or not."

Kurt snuggled into Keegans chest, "But I want my dad to have the perfect wedding. He deserves it... everyone does. And I-I want-" he stopped talking and yawned again, then didnt say another word.

Keegan carried him up the stairs and into his bedroom, laying him on his bed. He saw Kurts phone beeping on his dresser, so he picked it up. "Kurt, you have a new text."

Kurt rolled onto his stomach and squished his face to the pillow, "Whos from?" was the only thing he got out.

Opening the text, Keegan said, "Its from Blaine. He said goodnight... and that he loves you."

A little smile curved Kurts lips, and he sighed and hugged his pillow. His blond lashes quivered on his cheeks, and they didnt lift again. "Blaine..." he whimpered after hed fallen completely asleep.