Kurt froze. Fiancé. Blaine was engaged. Getting married.  To… Sebastian? Who was this guy? “Fiancé.  That’s… Well. How did you and Sebastian meet?” Kurt forced a smile as he glanced again at Sebastian.

“Uh…” Blaine cleared his throat, looking back and forth between Sebastian and Kurt. “When I transferred to Dalton, I pretty much kept to myself. I felt like I had too many high school ghosts to really be part of anything until I heard about the Warblers. I sat in on a couple of their rehearsals before finally auditioning. Sebastian was the lead soloist.”

“Well of course I was. I mean, I did have the best voice out of all those prep school boys… Until you came along, that is.” Sebastian smirked glancing over at Kurt and winking as he slid his arm around Blaine’s shoulder. Kurt felt an intense rush of dislike for the other man. “Now tell me, how exactly do you two know each other?” Sebastian looked Kurt up and down distastefully. “You don’t really seem like the type to be friends with my little songbird.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow.  “Actually, Blaine and I were best friends in high school. Before he transferred, obviously. “

“Obviously,” Sebastian drew out the word, smirking at Kurt again before turning back to Blaine. “Well gorgeous, I have to get going. I wanted to buy you a coffee and one of those cranberry scones you like so much, but maybe next time. Duty calls!” He leaned in to kiss Blaine, but the shorter man turned his head at the last minute, blushing furiously as Sebastian’s lips grazed his cheek. His eyes darted to Kurt and back as he hugged his fiancé. “I love you,” Sebastian murmured, just loud enough for Kurt to hear.

“Love you too, Seb,” Blaine replied quietly. Kurt stood off to the side, awkwardly watching the exchange and noticing that Blaine seemed rather uncomfortable with Sebastian touching him. Sebastian gave one final look towards Kurt, before leaving, tossing a quick ‘see you around’ over his shoulder as he walked away. “So…” Blaine started. He rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at Kurt. “That was mildly unpleasant.”

Kurt let out a short laugh. “Your fiancé seems… umm…  interesting,” he finished lamely.

Blaine coughed, uneasy, and looked away. “Yeah. That’s a good word for Sebastian.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, sensing something a little more than what Blaine was saying. “Why are you with that guy, Blaine? He doesn’t really seem like your type.”

Blaine glared angrily at Kurt. “Oh, and you would know that? Because you’re such a great friend Kurt, right? You know everything about me, right? Sebastian may be snarky, but at least he was never cruel, unlike you. He loves me, and he didn’t just walk away when I needed somebody.”

“Blaine, I-“

“Save it, Kurt.” Blaine threw his hands up in exasperation. “Just… save it. I don’t need any of your apologies,” he sighed. Blaine looked up at Kurt sadly. “Whether you like it or not, I’m marrying Sebastian in two weeks. I think you should just leave me alone. Forever.”

Kurt watched helplessly as his old friend walked away, shoulders slumped. He had to make things right with Blaine, but how?

The next morning, Kurt sat at his kitchen table, ideas running through his head. He had to find a way to get Blaine to forgive him, but what exactly had happened between them? He knew he’d essentially started ignoring Blaine the day he turned thirteen, and he’d probably been pretty mean to Blaine their first two years of high school, because most of the Cheerios were mean to everybody who wasn’t on their rung of the social ladder. Had he been a bully just like the rest of them? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and got up to go to work.

As he walked out of the building, he caught sight of Quinn leaning against their towncar for the day, a coffee carrier loaded with two cups in hand and a phone to her ear. “I don’t CARE if the photographer doesn’t want to do the fall shoot, that’s what he’s being PAID to do! You tell him if he doesn’t get his saggy ass down to Central Park in TWO HOURS, he will NEVER find a job in New York City again!” She furiously pressed the end button and turned to glare at Kurt. “If you don’t slide your pale little butt into this towncar right now I will leave you standing on the corner with that pathetic ‘I-don’t-know-anything’ look on your smug little turtle face.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the petite blonde and climbed gracefully into the backseat. He snatched one of the coffees off the tray before turning to face Quinn. “Tough morning?” he teased.

She made a face as she gulped some of her own coffee down before switching cups with Kurt. “I don’t understand how you can drink that chocolate stuff. It’s so bad for your pores. Pretty soon you won’t be Porcelain anymore.” She took a large drink of her nonfat cinnamon latte and made a contented little hum in her throat before continuing. “The photographer bailed. He said the shoot wasn’t ‘visionary’ enough for him or some bullshit. All I know is if I don’t find another dweeb with a camera soon, Isabelle is going to fire everybody, right down to the lobby janitor.”

Kurt’s eyes widened. Would Isabelle really throw a fit? She’d seemed so kind in their meeting. Maybe he had been reading her incorrectly and she really was the dragon lady Quinn always made her out to be. “Quinn,” he smiled, “I might have an idea.”

As they walked into the lobby of Vogue, Kurt approached the desk. “Sugar.” he winced as she visibly jumped. “Sugar, I need you to look up Blaine Anderson. Tell him to come to Vogue immediately. And bring his camera. Please,” he quickly added. The fidgety receptionist looked at him with wide eyes as if she’d never heard that last word from him before. She probably hasn’t ever heard anyone in this office say please, he reminded himself.

“Oh… okay.” She turned to her computer and began typing furiously, before quickly dialing a number into her phone. “Blaine Anderson, please. Hi, this is Sugar Motta, receptionist at Vogue. We would like to request your presence for a photoshoot in an hour. You will be well compensated for it. You do have your own equipment, correct? Great! We’ll send a towncar immediately to your location to pick you up. No, don’t worry about it. You’re doing us a huge favor, Mr. Anderson.” Sugar ended the call and looked worriedly back at Kurt, who had a stunned expression on his face.

“Sugar, you’re a fantastic receptionist. Don’t let anybody’s words get you down today, okay?” He patted her hand before walking away and stepping into the elevator. Kurt smiled gently to himself. “I’m going to be a better person,” he promised himself aloud.