Blaine walked into the recording studio a few minutes before eight, the baby carrier swinging off his arm and his little birds clinging to his shoulder. He headed down the hallway Wes had taken him the day before, and he stopped by the door hed been in yesterday. He heard people bickering and then a shout as something made a loud crashing sound. His eyes widened and he hesitantly opened the door, finding Trent and Thad in a pile on the floor. As usual, Jeff was on Nicks lap, and Nick was stroking his blond hair. Wes was at the computer, getting actual work done.

"Hey, Blaine!" Trent said from the floor, shoving Thad off of him.

"So, the idiots didnt scare you off." Wes typed something into the computer, then he spun around in his chair and raised his brows at Blaine. "Welcome to your first day of work. You can sit down at the computer. I have to go get something." He glared at the group of guys, stepping over the two on the floor. "Guys... do something with yourselves."

"Im hungry." Nick commented.

"And I still dont care." Stepping out of the room, Wes walked away, ignoring their pleas for fast food.

Blaine walked past the guys wrestling on the floor, and he sat down by the computer. Glancing at the screen, he saw that videos of Beauty and the Beast rehearsals were up. The video was paused on a fake castle, obviously a piece of scenery. Nick shoved Jeff off his lap and hurried over to Blaine, startling him. "Can I hold one of the babies again?"

Nodding, Blaine set the baby carrier on the desk. Nick picked Hunter this time, and he held him against his chest. "What are their names?"

"This is Archer." Blaine stroked Archers dark curls off his forehead, "And you have Hunter."

Nick looked at Hunters face, "Hi there! Want to hang out with Uncle Nick?" Walking away with the baby, Nick sat down on the chair, and Jeff sat back down on his knee.

Wes returned to the room with a pile of papers, "I just got off the phone with Katy Perrys manager. He said she was available in about three weeks. Trent, Thad, get up. You guys are pathetic."

"You mock us, sir!" Thad shouted, startling Blaine, and Wes rolled his eyes.

"Im still hungry." Nick said again.

Groaning from his throat, Wes rubbed his face, "Fine, you guys can go get food. But be quick about it."

"Yay, fast food!" Scrambling to his feet, Nick hurried to the door and bounced on his toes. Jeff was right on his heels. "Blaine, can I take the baby with me? Hes so cute!"

Blaine swallowed thickly, then he handed Archer over to Jeff. "Take Archer, too. They dont like being separated. Be careful with them."

The guys hurried out of the room and Wes shook his head after them, "Do you want to go with them? Theyre so gross to eat with. They throw more food than they eat."

"No... thank you." Blaine shook his head, slouching in the chair.

Wes pulled up a chair beside of Blaine and reached for the computer mouse, clicking on one of the videos and pulling it up. "Take a look at what weve got. The guys found these. Its impossible to understand because everyones speaking in French but Kurts talent is obvious. Good on you to pick him."

He played one of the videos and the camera stayed on the fake castle, then a boy in a yellow dress tiptoed onto the stage. He was saying something that Blaine couldnt understand, then he whirled around and Blaine saw Kurts face. Kurt spun in a circle and his dress whipped around his long legs. Suddenly, another man walked onto the stage, and Blaine stiffened as he recognized him from the magazine. "Fuck," he whispered, digging his fingernails into his palms.

The man swished over to Kurt, grabbing his wrist and lifting their hands. Kurt shimmied his hips and spun around the man, his movements so graceful and light. Grabbing Kurts hips, the man lifted him above his head, and Kurt spread his legs and leaned back. The man let him slide back onto his feet.

Kurt padded away from the man, and the man followed him. Blaine saw his lips move, just a quiet whisper that not even the camera caught, and Kurt seemed physically bothered by whatever he said. His nose scrunched and he turned his head, pulling from the man when he reached for his skirt.

The music suddenly cut and the director yelled something that Blaine couldnt understand, and Kurt immediately started walking backstage. Wes paused the video, "Huh... that must be it for that video-"

"No, wait." Blaine shook his head, "Keep playing it."

Wes looked doubtful at Blaine, but he did as he was told and kept the video going. Blaine watched the man keep on Kurts heels, saying something to him. Kurt looked extremely annoyed, saying absolutely nothing to the man. Kurt knelt by his dance bag and reached for his shoes, finally opening his mouth and saying something that Blaine couldnt hear.

That seemed to throw the man off because he made a face and stepped closer to Kurt. Kurt quickly put distance between himself and the man, then he stood and walked out of the area the camera could see. The man followed Kurt again, disappearing behind the curtains.

The video ended a few seconds after that, and Blaines mouth fell open. He didnt know what to think about that. Before he really had a chance to consider what hed just watched, the door opened again and the guys stampeded in, noisily chatting. Nick set a bag down in front of Blaine, "Hey, we brought you food."

Blaine looked up at him and saw that he had Archer in his arms, holding a small ice cream cone up to his face. Archer stuck his tongue out and licked it, then made a face when he found out how cold it was. Jeff walked up to Nick, Hunter in his arms, and Hunter started licking the ice cream cone that was in Nicks hand. "I dont think Archer likes ice cream." He laughed, handing Archer to Blaine.

"How is it going?" Jeff asked, looking at the video Wes had up. "Who is the guy with Kurt in that one? Kurt looked really mad at him."

"Thats Brody Weston." Thad put in, "Everyone knows who he is. They think hes an arrogant asshole. Im sure Blaine knows... has Kurt told you about him? He sleeps with a lot of guys. It was rumored for a while that he and Kurt were a thing, but the picture was totally out of context and Kurt actually went to his hotel room and yelled at him. They didnt know about what... but Kurt seemed pissed about whatever it was. Blaine, do you know anything about that?"

Blaine ignored his question, "They were never together." He repeated quietly, his heart pounding faster than it should have.

"Yeah, you of all people should know that." Trent looked at him as if it should have been obvious. "Yeah... I think Brody wanted to, but Kurt kept turning him down. Kurt was really upset about him coming onto him all the time. I think its because hes engaged to this guy." He patted Blaines shoulder.

Blaine looked away from the screen, his teeth clamping on his bottom lip. "Blaine?" Wes leaned closer to Blaine. "Are you okay? You look pale."

Blaine shook his head, "Im not okay." Getting to his feet, Blaine staggered out of the room, "I need to use the bathroom. My stomach hurts." He shuffled down the hallway with the guys eyes on his back, but he ignored them. He locked himself into the closest bathroom and looked in the mirror. His face was green and his mouth was hanging open. "He wasnt with another man." He whispered, his voice sharp.

He should have been relieved about that-and he was-but he realized what a horrible mistake hed made. Santana was right... this came around to bite him in the ass hard.

Kurt lifted his head from Keegans lap when he heard his phone ring, and he sighed and stretched. Reaching for his noisy phone, Kurt sat up and felt Keegan shift underneath him. He held the phone up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hey, kiddo." Burt said, a smile in his voice, "I have great news."

"Oh, tell me!" He peeped, scrambling onto his knees. His sudden movement knocked Keegan over, and he almost fell off of Kurts bed. He paused the movie they were watching and stared at Kurt, obviously wondering what was going on. "I love great news. It always makes me happy."

"Carole and I just settled on a wedding date." His voice got very small. "Just a few weeks before your birthday. I know you said you wanted to stay in France for a whole year, but, honey, I want to marry this woman now. And you can be in charge of everything with my wedding. Im going to have Finn walk you down the aisle before Carole, and you can toss flowers... I know the flowers are some of your favorite parts of weddings. Then you can stand by me and watch your old man get married."

"Oh, Dad!" Kurt flailed so much that he nearly fell off his bed, too, so Keegan quickly grabbed him. "Dad, Im so happy for you! Oh, I knew this would make me happy! But that only gives me..." he counted down on his fingers, "about three months to plan this. Ill need to work on invitations and Ill have to know whos coming and youll need a best man and a tuxedo and we have to have a location and a band and who is going to blow up a hundred balloons and feed the doves glitter-?"

"What doves?" Burt scoffed into the phone. "Wait, Kurt, slow down. Youre talking too fast... you always do when you get excited. Look... I dont care about anything except that youre there and theres good food. Just make me a good wedding, Mr. Wedding Planner."

"You wont be disappointed." Kurt smiled, "But start taking dance lessons! I dont want you to fall like you did at my fifth birthday."

"Oh, come on." Burt groaned, "How do you remember things like that?" Sighing heavily, Burt muttered, "Fine. Kurt, make sure you let your aunt know... in case she wants to come. I know she doesnt know English but still ask her. And whoever you want to invite... I dont mind. Oh, and... can you talk to Blaine about standing with me? He wont be best man... thats you... but I want him up there. I tried calling him to ask but hes not answering his phone."

"Of course I will." Kurt said after a moment, anxiously thinking about having an actual conversation with Blaine. "Dad, youll have the best wedding of the year. Itll be even better than when Katy Perry married Russell Brand."

"Whatever you say, kiddo." Burt laughed, "I love you, honey. Good luck on your wedding endeavors."

"I love you, too!" He peeped, clicking the call off. "Oh, Keegan, my dad is getting married in May! Im so excited. Itll be right before my birthday. You must come with me."

Keegan looked startled by the offer, "To America? Kurt, I dont know English. And where would I stay?"

"You could stay with my family." Kurt suggested, "Oh, please, Keegan. I would love if you came. My aunt will definitely come... and you should, too. At least help me plan it."

Keegan smiled at him, "Whatever you want. What do you want me to do?"

"We need to go to the store and pick up paper for the invitations, balloons, glitter, and doves." Kurt got to his feet and went to his closet, pulling open the doors.

"You know, Im not going to ask about why were getting those things." Keegan snorted. "Ill just get more confused. Ill be right back... I have to drive to my house to change clothes. See you in about ten minutes!" Leaving Kurts bedroom, Keegan walked out and Kurt eventually heard the door shut.

Sighing, Kurt picked a casual dress with a bow on the back, and he slipped out of his pajamas. He turned and looked at his phone, then walked over to it and picked it up. "Please, talk to me." He whispered, dialing Blaines number.

Blaine woke up to his phone buzzing against his thigh, and he jerked up. He was startled to find himself back in the recording room, sitting in front of the computer. Videos of Kurt singing and dancing on stage were still playing, so he figured he must have fallen asleep watching them. He left them on and grabbed his phone, "Hello?"

"Blaine?" Kurts soft voice chimed through the phone. "My dad just called me. He has a date set for his wedding."

Blaine furrowed his brows, "When is it?"

"A few weeks before my birthday." Kurt swallowed thickly, then he whispered, "He-I mean... we-would like you to be there. Will you go to it?"

Blaine hesitated, running his fingers through his hair. "I shouldnt." was the only thing he said about it. "Kurt... I shouldnt. Tell your dad congratulations for me-"

"Blaine..." Kurt sighed, "please dont hide from us. I know things have happened, but this is your family. Itll mean everything to my dad." Kurt paused for a moment, as if waiting for Blaine to say something, but he didnt so Kurt continued, "Come for me. Blaine, I know you love me... I know youll do anything for me. We have things we need to talk about... so please come for me. Ill give you a dance if you do, and I know you want that."

Blaine said absolutely nothing about that, even though it was a tempting offer. "Will you be there?"

"Of course I will." It sounded like Kurt was smiling. "Keegan and I are leaving to buy doves and glitter. You know how I love when they release birds at weddings... but its messy so I dont understand why people dont feed them glitter."

To Blaines surprise, he started laughing, but he still didnt say anything. Kurts voice got very soft again, "I love you, Blaine. Please come for me. I dont care about what youve done... Im desperate to see you. Ill beg."

Blaine was alarmed by the lack of resentment in Kurts voice, "Kurt, dont beg for me-"

"I love you." Kurt insisted.

Blaine swallowed thickly, realizing he was going to lose, "I love you, too."

Kurts voice was cheerful again, "Come for me." He clicked the call off and Blaine blew out heavily, sinking into his chair. He slammed his head against the table and felt the tears swell in his eyes.

"I want to come for you," Blaine whispered to no one in particular, "but you dont know all of the horrible things Ive done."