Chapter Two

A best man's first job was to ensure the groom remained calm before the wedding and Elliott Gilbert planned to do just that, as soon as he located him. There wasn't any real cause for worry yet; it was still morning and hours until the big event. Elliott imagined that Blaine (who had asked Elliott to be his best man) and Kurt had enjoyed a lovely breakfast together, so he hadn't been any rush to see them. But when Elliott did knock at their door, there was no answer.

“Hey lovebirds, I know it's your day and all but you have to come out of there at some point,” Elliott called through the door with a smile, even though he was pretty sure no one was inside.



Thank goodness for technology--and being able to afford roaming fees--because sending Blaine a quick text sure beat searching the entire chateau for him.

Where are you at Blaine? I hate to be failing my best man duties already.

Sorry about that. I'm currently pool side. Come join me there.

Elliott's stunningly handsome face scrunched up at the thought. “The pool, really?” He shook his head in amusement as he hurried off to meet Blaine. ‘Strange time for a swim, but that's Blaine for you,' Elliott thought.

However, as soon as Elliott arrived on scene he discovered that Blaine showed no signs of wanting to take a dip. He was lying on one of the lawn chairs, apparently soaking in the sunlight as he enjoyed a relaxing drink outside.

“Does Kurt know you've started your honeymoon without him?” Elliott teased.

If Blaine's eyes weren't hidden behind his designer ray bans Elliott imagined he'd see Blaine roll them at him. “Kurt's holding a power meeting with Nicole right now. I figured they didn't need me getting in their way.”

Now it was Elliott's turn to roll his eyes at Blaine. “It's your wedding too Blaine, and I doubt Kurt asked you to leave.”

“You got me there; I came here to try to relax. I might not be the planner Kurt is, but I do want things to go well. I trust Kurt and Nicole's ability though, so instead of nervously fluttering around them, I decided to take a breather while I can,” Blaine explained before sipping at his virgin margarita.

Elliott sat down in the free chair beside him and tucked his hands behind his head. The two friends lay there for a spell, drinking in the beautiful spring scenery. “So how are you feeling, Blaine?”

“Excited, anxious, giddy, nervous, amazed… all at the same time. So it's been an interesting morning so far--to say the very least,” Blaine answered.

“What about Kurt?”

“As far as I can tell he's keeping it together. I'm sure he's feeling a lot of the same emotions as me, but that's to be expected, right?”

Elliott nodded. Because he had essentially been there since the start of Kurt's and Blaines relationship, he knew first hand how much the two trusted one another. He was both happy and envious of the strength of their bond, but mostly happy of course. Anyone who knew the pair couldn't dispute how much they deserved one another.

Blaine's phone got a sudden text alert and Elliott quietly observed his friend as he started to read it. There was no need to guess the identity of Blaine's messenger, not when he was grinning like that.

“It's Kurt. Things are going well with the wedding set up so far,” Blaine said.

“Glad to hear it, because I'd hate for anything to go wrong. This day has been a long time coming, Blaine.”

Blaine laughed, “That's what I said to Kurt when I proposed.”

“I'm still amazed it took you so long to ask him. Considering how you practically begged me to keep him company at that concert you invited Kurt to the day after my birthday party.”

“I don't think that's what happened back then,” Blaine argued.

Elliott sat up on the chair and smirked at Blaine. “Well I beg to differ.”

--- February 10th 2015 - LA ---

“You've got to help me out here Elliott; I've run out of any other ideas!” Blaine's frantic voice shouted through the speaker of Elliott's cellphone.

The last thing Elliott had expected was his friend and roommate to suddenly call him up out of the blue. Especially since the last time he had seen Blaine was when Kurt had offered to walk him home after the party yesterday evening.

“You might wanna tell me what you want me to do before you start begging and pleading, Blaine,” suggested Elliott, who saw no reason to hide the amusement in his voice.

“I invited Kurt to tonights concert and he said yes, but he just texted me that he's going alone,” Blaine quickly explained.

“Would you prefer he brought a date?” Elliott asked.

“Elliott,” Blaine grumbled with annoyance.

“Sorry.” Elliott knew he should cut Blaine a break, but it was hard not to tease him sometimes. Blaine was so refreshingly sweet he often acted like he was still a teenager instead of his actual age of twenty-five years. “What can I do to help? Do you want me to come along and keep Kurt company during the concert?”

Blaine let out a loud sigh of relief. “Yes that's it exactly! So would you? I'd hate for Kurt to be all on his own…”

It was tempting for Elliott to point out that Kurt was a full fledged adult who could take care of himself, but he couldn't. It was so like Blaine to think of others before himself and make sure they were looked after. “I'd be happy to, Blaine.” And he meant it; Elliott considered Blaine a close friend, and while the same could not be said for Kurt, he knew the man enough to approve of Blaine's interest in him. It really came to no surprise either; Blaine had made his intentions with Kurt pretty clear at the party and Elliott was proud of Blaine making this move. It made him wonder what had gone down after they had left? But Elliott wasn't about to ask him for any juicy details --if they were any to tell in the first place. Either way, whatever had happened was enough for Kurt to agree to seeing Blaine again so soon. ‘Way to go, Blaine.'

“Thank you Elliott, you're a life saver! Kurt's coming before the show starts so I can introduce him to the rest of the band. You can come then too if you like. There's no reserved seating for the concert though, just an open floor… so you'll have to fend for yourselves once the shows begins I'm afraid.”

“We'll be fine Blaine; I'm no stranger when it comes to mosh pits after all. And I know Kurt will be able to keep up with me just fine too.”

“I know, I just want everything to go perfectly tonight--or as near as I can get,” Blaine said, sighing.

“You must really like him huh?”

“You have no idea.”

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“Well maybe I did go a bit overboard with my request… but that's only because I--” Blaine began.

“--was desperately falling in love with Kurt?” Elliott finished for him, cutting off Blaine's words.

What was with Elliott's catty remarks? Though Blaine wasn't actually bothered by them; he enjoyed his friend's sass. It kept things interesting. Blaine also couldn't deny that his claims werent true, though at the time Blaine hadn't been aware that his feelings towards Kurt ran that deep.

“I should go check on Kurt.” Blaine stood up, ignored Elliott's teasing smirk and headed back to where he had left Kurt before coming outside.
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Kurt had just finished his meeting with Nicole when Rachel and Jesse managed to track him down. He remained seated at the table as they approached, poised and projecting as much of a zen state as possible.

“There you are, Kurt,” Rachel said as she came to stand beside him.

“We were worried you were starting to have cold feet,” Jesse added playfully.

“I'm fine,” Kurt replied, but that didn't feel like a good enough answer to him. “I'm more than fine actually; I'm marrying to love of my life today.”

“So all is good with the wedding then?” Jesse saw Kurt glare at him and he chuckled, until he realized that only made things worse. “I mean with the wedding preparations and not your emotional state, Kurt.”

“For the most part yes, there's been one mix up so far, but nothing major.” Kurt's demeanour was the very picture of leisure as he sat crossed legged at the table with his arms resting on his knee.

“Then why are you glaring at us like that?” Jesse questioned.

“I know why you're here and I'm telling you now, I am not going to be separated from Blaine before the wedding. We are going to get ready together in the same room, just like we planned and nothing you two can say or do will change my mind,” Kurt warned.

“We wouldn't dream of it, Kurt,” Rachel innocently chimed, following her husband's lead. Too bad Kurt wasn't buying their act. He rolled his eyes at them. “Not when you and Blaine have basically been inseparable since day one…”

While not totally accurate, since he and Blaine did spend time apart (a little too much at times for Kurt's liking), Kurt knew what Rachel was getting at, and he really should have expected it. The event Rachel had teasingly hinted at had basically become an inside joke amongst Blaine and Kurt's most trusted friends.

--- February 9th 2015 - LA - the night of Elliott's birthday party ---

“I would love it if you'd walk to me to my house, Kurt.”

Kurt's was still spinning after hearing those lovely words Blaine had said. He was very glad he'd asked--even if it had been on a whim. The party was beginning wind down, and a number of people (including the birthday boy himself) had gone off for what Kurt could only assume was a more private setting. The lucky bastards. Kurt wished he could do the same, but this was only his and Blaine's second meeting.

They had just left the main building and were now making their way to Blaine's house, which was only a few blocks away. It had been quite the evening; Kurt and Blaine had spent literally hours flirting shamelessly with one another. If only things were simpler, then he and Blaine could act on their mutual desire for one another and just go for it. They hadn't even shared a single kiss. ‘This is what I get for deciding not to drink too much tonight,' Kurt thought regretfully. No chance for an impetuous drunken kiss. Oh well, Kurt still held by his decision not to get too sloppy.

Maybe all was not lost though. Kurt was sure Blaine would welcome a goodnight kiss at the very least. So with that positive thought to keep him going, Kurt smiled at Blaine, who was walking close beside him, and tried to think of something charming to say.

“I really had fun time tonight, Kurt,” Blaine said.

“Me too.” Kurt loved hearing Blaine say his name; it rolled off his tongue so easily. God, he was too sexy for words! It was no wonder that Blaine's smooth sounding voice had helped bring his band to stardom. “Elliott sure knows how to throw a good party.”

Blaine laughed, “You don't have to tell me; we're roommates, remember?” Blaine and his fellow bandmates shared a large five bedroom house with Elliott, who had moved in shortly after their tour together. Blaine had told Kurt how they had been friends before, but travelling together had really brought them all closer together. The closeness had never taken a romantic turn between Elliott and Blaine though, who were the only gay men amongst the group. Kurt had been secretly relieved to hear this, not that he had believed the rumours going around that the two might have been a secret item at some point. Kurt knew all about Elliott's many alluring qualities, and if things had gone differently back when they had both been living in New York during their college days, who knew what might had happened.

But because nothing had, Blaine and Kurt were both conveniently single, and Kurt for one did not intended to let this new opportunity him pass him by. He might not have a concert to invite Blaine to, but there was still plenty he could offer--like a front row seat for his upcoming run in ‘An American in Paris.' Blaine might not be able to make it (everything was still so up in the air at this point), but he could at least invite him.

“I can't wait to see you and your band perform tomorrow Blaine! I've been dying to go see a Nightbird concert for the longest time!” Kurt exclaimed. Having a date with Blaine already was yet another thing to look forward to. It made the fact that Kurt would be leaving for New York in two days easier to face as well.

“It should be a pretty good show. It's at this club we used to perform at all the time before the band took off.”

“The fact that there's no reserved seating bodes well for me being a last minute invite,” Kurt said. He wasn't sure if Rachel and Jesse had any plans, or if he'd even want to invite them along if they didn't. On the one hand; concerts weren't that fun to go alone, but then, Kurt was kind of wanting to go to this one solo.

“You can come early if you like and meet the rest of the band before the show begins,” Blaine suggested.

Kurt nodded instantly; forcing this thoughts aside so he could pay proper attention to Blaine. “I'd like that.” He could figure out all the what ifs and other details later on, right now he wanted to enjoy these last few minutes with Blaine --at least as far as tonight went.

Which he did, and so did Blaine, who spent their fifteen minute walk chatting with him the whole way. It was easy for Kurt to forget that they were both celebrities in their own right, each with a strong fanbase who would probably squeal with delight if they knew Blaine and Kurt's current whereabouts. There weren't any paparazzi to be seen though, nor had there been back any the party, so was no danger of their romantic stroll outside being posted online.

The only downside came when Blaine announced that had reached their destination and Kurt's heart sank. He managed not to show his disappointment though, and put on a brave face. What was going on with him? Kurt was acting like some bashful teenager all of a sudden. Why was he acting like he couldn't survive if he weren't with Blaine? Where had his usual, independent twenty-five-year-old self gone? ‘Oh, who the hell cares!' shouted the romantic in Kurt. When was the last time someone had affected Kurt this much? ‘Never!'

“Well, this is my stop, unfortunately,” Blaine announced, ending Kurt's internal argument.

Kurt grinned at Blaine; he needed to say something good to set the mood right. “It's like the saying goes; all good things must come to an end.” A sudden impulse to be more direct with Blaine entered Kurt's mind. “As much as it pains me to admit it.”

Blaine laughed in reply and his grinning face turnly adorable bashful. “You and me both.” He rubbed the back of his neck before sneaking a glance at Kurt, who grinned back at him flirtatiously.

“It's funny how life turns out huh? We've both been fans of one another for ages and yet have never crossed paths before the PCA. I bet some people think celebrities like us all know and hang out with each other on a regular basis. I only wish that were the case! There's still so many people I haven't met even within the Broadway community!” Kurt began to babble.

As Kurt's words flew off, Blaine simply stood there listening to the musical sound of his voice. He did his best to listen to every fast-spoken word, but Blaine soon found himself becoming swept up in his growing affection for Kurt. He was just so amazing, and handsome, and hot, and sexy and--where was all of this even coming from? From the moment his eyes had fallen on Kurt tonight, something had taken him over. Something Blaine couldn't quite place just yet. It had to be more than simple lust though. Even if Blaine's physical attraction towards Kurt was extremely high. ‘He's just so… so...' Blaine racked his brain for the proper word and decided to look deep into Kurt's blue eyes for inspiration.

But his attempts ended up triggering a different result; Blaine's emotions took fully over. One minute he was gazing dreamily at Kurt, and next thing he knew, Blaine's body rushed forward to kiss Kurt on the lips. Kurt found himself suddenly rendered silent as Blaine pressed their mouths together. Blaine's hands gravitated towards Kurt's waist, but the realization of what Blaine had just done hit him before they made any contact.

Blaine pulled back just enough to look Kurt in the eye; what had he done? How could he have acted so rashly?

Kurt fluttered his eyes at Blaine in stunned surprise, but before the many doubts in Blaine's mind could take root, Kurt kissed him back. Passion erupted within Blaine, tossing his thoughts aside to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of Kurt's mouth on his. Now it was Kurt's hands that found their way to fiercely grip Blaine's shoulders. Blaine, who was acting entirely on instinct at this point, clasped the bottom of Kurt's face with his own hands.

What happened next was nothing neither man could have anticipated; Blaine and Kurt--off in their own little word-- began to heavily make out right on Blaine's doorstep. Each additional kiss only further awakened their intense desire for one another, making it difficult to come to their senses and stop. Blaine for one didn't want to stop anyway, so he made no attempts to. Kissing Kurt was the best feeling on earth. The rush it brought--wow-- Blaine hadn't even been aware he had been longing to find something like this (whatever this was exactly) for so long.

Ten glorious minutes passed before Blaine and Kurt broke apart and let what had just transpired sink in.

Kurt's giddy smile was back as soon as he glanced at Blaine. “That was unexpected...” He took another deep breath. “But good, very, very good.”

Any lingering embarrassment Blaine might have had over his forward actions were worth it if that was the reaction he'd gotten out of Kurt. His eyes were lit with wonder, his mouth upturned and beaming and his arms were still tightly wrapped around Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine gulped down the rising catch in his throat and nodded; he should probably say his goodbyes now, but he couldn't bring himself to. Instead he chose to cut to the chase and use good old fashioned honesty. “We basically have two options here, Kurt; we can stop now and go our separate ways for the night. Or we can both admit how much we don't want to do that, throw caution to the wind, head through the door in front of us together and just…” Blaine didn't mean to draw out his words, but ‘fuck our brains out' seemed a bit too distasteful to him. “Just go for it,” Blaine finished.

“The second one, definitely the second one,” Kurt muttered hurriedly, kissing Blaine again to seal the deal.

Things became pretty much a blur for Blaine after that point and he barely managed to open the door so he and Kurt could rush inside. The house was empty, which came as no surprise since everyone living there had gone to the party. Blaine didn't pause to comment on this, nor did Kurt, who clearly was more than ready to get to the good stuff. Blaine grabbed Kurt by the arm, urging towards his bedroom and the second he cleared the door he found himself pushed hard against the wall.

“I am so glad we decided to do this, Blaine,” Kurt said right before he began to teasingly kiss his neck.

Blaine found it very hard to speak while Kurt was rocking his world--and things had literally just gotten started. Wow, tonight was gonna be something else!

“So am I!” Blaine moaned as new waves of pleasure washed over him.

Kurt spread Blaine's hands out to the side of the wall, lacing their fingers together as he skillfully kissed the sides of his neck. Using only his teeth, he somehow managed to undo the top two buttons of Blaine's shirt to expose his collarbone. Blaine ran his hands down the small of Kurt's back, eventually stopping at his well-shaped behind.

To Blaines giddy delight, Kurt gravitated downwards, grazing Blaines skin with his teeth as he did. The light touch made his the hairs on the back of his neck stand up (but luckily nothing else). Then Kurt stopped to focus on one area and by the time Blaine, who was in such a state of pleasure to notice a thing, Kurt had left a mark on his collarbone.

Kurt licked his lips and brought his head level with Blaine's so they could lock lips once more. Even though Blaine didn't consider himself a sleep on the first date kind of guy, he wasn't the least bit worried about that they were doing. This wasn't going to be some one night stand; they were going to see each other tomorrow. But even if that weren't the case, they were both adults who knew what they wanted and thankfully, had no problems admitting it was each other.

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Kurt was just about to sarcastically ask Rachel if she and Jesse had anything better to do than to stand there and tease him, when Blaine and Elliott entered the room.

“Hey all, so what have we missed?” Elliott asked the group.

“Oh, not much.” Kurt paused so he could give Blaine a quick peck on the lips. “Just Rachel and Jesse bugging me about how Blaine and I slept together so quickly.”

“Which time?” Elliott asked.

“The first one,” Kurt answered in his quintessential ‘I am not going to humour you' voice.

Blaine rolled his eyes. “We're never going to live that down are we?”

“Apparently not.”

“Oh, you know it's all in fun,” Rachel said, hugging Kurt and then Blaine.

“How did the meeting go?” Blaine asked.

“Good…” Kurt hesitated for a moment; he hadn't decided when he should mention the one little issue that had come up. But now that Blaine was here, and the idea of lying was out of the question, so Kurt figured there was no time like the present. Or at least that had been his plan, but that was before his cell phone ended up ringing. Kurt held up his finger to put a hold on answering Blaine's question so he could see who it was from. “It's Nicole.” Kurt saw Blaine frown at him with concern and he patted Blaine's shoulder. “I asked her to call when the photographer arrived,” he quickly explained to put his fianc� at ease. “Hi there, Nicole, thanks for getting back to me…”

All of a sudden Kurt went dead quiet and Blaine, who couldn't really make out what Nicole was saying, was forced to watch Kurt's face drop and eyes widened.

“Are you serious?” Kurt's smile changed into an annoyed frown, complete with lowered eyebrows. “How is that even possible? Was it one of the staff?”

Blaine didn't bother to move closer to Kurt in attempts to listen in, but he was dying to know what was going on.

“So what does this mean?” Another pause as Kurt listened to whatever Nicole was saying to him. Kurt mouthed ‘sorry' to Blaine before letting out a heavy sigh. “All right, I guess we'll have to just play things by ear at this point. No it's okay, I know you're doing everything you can.” Kurt looked over at Jesse, Elliott and Rachel, who were all anxiously watching him. “I need to tell Blaine what's going on. Keep me posted. Thanks. Bye.”

Kurt didn't waste a second breaking the bad news to the group. “The French press was apparently tipped off about the wedding. Nicole says it's all over the net.”

Rachel let out a loud gasp and brought her hands to her mouth. “What? Oh no!”

“So far there's no sign of any paparazzi here but they could still try to show up. Nicole told me the chateau's staff is bringing in more security guards just to play it safe,” Kurt explained.

It made it easier for Blaine to control his own disappointment at the news when he saw how Kurt was pushing himself to remain calm. He knew Kurt didn't need him to try to fix things, but that didn't stop Blaine from placing a comforting arm around Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smiled, muttered his thanks and slipped his arm around Blaine's waist.

“I know it's not the end of the world or anything,” Kurt said. “I just thought we'd be able to keep things under wraps. We were so careful… like at the airport… and now it was all for nothing…”


“It's going to be okay, even if the paparazzi does show up, they won't be able to get very far,” Blaine pointed out.

“Yeah I know,” Kurt mumbled back. He took a seat at the table, and grabbed for Blaine's hand the moment he was settled. Blaine sat down beside him, gently massaging his shoulders as they sat there silently together.

Blaine was a whole mix of emotions; he was angry at whomever had leaked their wedding to the press, worried about what this could mean for them, and determined for it not to ruin their day. In his heart Blaine knew this new turn of events couldn't, but he understood why Kurt wasn't recovering so easily.

Elliott glanced at Jesse and Rachel, saw them both nod in silent agreement and approached the solemn looking couple. “I think it's time that the three of us make ourselves useful.” He placed a hand on Blaine and Kurt's shoulders and smiled at them. “If anyone can turn this around it's you two, and paparazzi or no paparazzi, this is still going to be wedding of the decade.”

“That's true,” Kurt said, smiling weakly.

“We'll go check and see how both of your families are doing,” Rachel offered.

“That's a great idea, honey!” Jesse said. “I call the Andersons, it's been far too long since Cooper and I have swapped success stories.”

“Thanks guys, Kurt and I won't be long,” Blaine said.

Once they were alone, Kurt turned to face Blaine and let his emotions out. He didn't cry but it he was clearly shaken up. “There goes our plan to give the first exclusive about our wedding to People Magazine.”

“It will still be our first account of the wedding, Kurt, no matter what the press finds out,” Blaine reminded him.

“I know.” Kurt sighed again. “All of our guest are already here, and the chateau's secluded enough so it won't be easy for anyone to sneak in.”

“And I seem to remember that the chateau's staff had to sign a privacy agreement?”

Kurt nodded. “It wasn't anything huge, they just had to agree to not posting any photos or anything along those lines.”

Back during the wedding planning stages, Kurt and Blaine had discussed at length what precautions they should put into keeping things a secret. It wasn't as if their getting married needed to be kept under wraps;they'd been wearing their engagement rings in public all year. (Which had probably fuelled the conspiracy theory that they were already secretly married. They had shared a good laugh after hearing about it via twitter.)

“No wedding ever runs perfectly to plan, Kurt,” Blaine playfully added.

It certainly hadn't at Rachel's and Jesse's wedding: not only did the paparazzi arrive at the beautiful Manhattan hotel where the nuptials were taking place, but the food at the reception dinner also didn't end up being the vegan meal the couple had ordered.

“Oh, but I was so set on us being the first so we could brag about it during our interview for People.”

Blaine snorted, instantly recognizing that his fianc� was using humour to show he was feeling better.

“And I had been doing so well; I didn't freak out when Nicole told me they'd sent the wrong flowers for the wedding.”

“They sent us the wrong flowers?” Blaine blurted out, rising from his chair in shock. Horror swept across his face and now Kurt was the one calming his distraught husband to be. “But the white orchids and yellow roses we finally decided on were perfect, Kurt!”

“Something got lost in the translation and we were sent white orchids mixed with cream coloured roses instead.” Kurt pulled Blaine closer so he could kiss him on the cheek. “In some kind of ironic twist of fate, the flowers they sent us actually look even better. I asked for a sample to be put in our room so you could see for yourself. They're more expensive than the ones we picked too, but because of the error, there's no extra cost.”

Blaine took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “If you're not worried about it then I won't be either. I was just caught off guard I guess.”

“Hearing about the press leak a minute ago didn't help either.”

Kurt heard his phone buzz in his pocket and he rolled his eyes. “Now what…” he grumbled. “Oh, it's good news actually. The photographer is here and apparently there was no sign of press during his journey here. Good; I'm not sure I can take anymore surprises today.”

“Then we'd best head off and make ourselves presentable for our wedding photos then,” Blaine said.

So what if the world knew that Blaine and Kurt were getting married that day, the ones who cared about the two celebrities would be happy for them. Maybe the extra publicity would just increase their fans anticipation for their official statements.

“Should we tweet some sort of reply comment?” Blaine joked as they made their way back to their room.

“As tempting as it would be to watch my twitter feed explode, I have a previous engagement.”

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The flowers turned out to be just as beautiful as Kurt had claimed. Which was a relief for Blaine, since a part of him was still a bit miffed about not getting what they had ordered. A lovely vase full of the white orchids and cream roses was waiting for the couple on the table in the foyer. One look at it made Blaine instantly relax; the flower company had even gone so far as to include matching boutonnieres for not only the two grooms, but the rest of the wedding party.

With one crisis averted, Blaine was determined not to cause another by being late for the photographer. Their wedding suits were already laid out on the bed; this was Elliott's doing for sure. Blaine smiled. He was glad he'd chosen him as his best man even when Cooper had protested strongly to the news. He loved his older brother, but Elliott had been there during all of his ups and downs with Kurt.

Since Kurt and Blaine's time together wasn't always as much as they liked (especially in the beginning when they lived on opposite coasts) they had pretty much moved in with one another from the start.

But just because Blaine and Elliott were no longer roommates didn't mean their friendship had paid the price. If anything, Blaine felt closer to Elliott, who was a total romantic and did whatever he could to help the couple stay connected during the trials of long distance.

“Oh look, Elliott left us a note,” said Blaine, who had just bent down to pick up the card.

“What does it say?"


Kurt smiled. “Remember you two are only taking your clothes off to get dressed in these.”

“That sounds more like something Jesse would say… let me see that card.” Blaine chuckled. “This isn't Elliott's handwriting at all!”

“That doesn't look like Jesse's either… at least to me. Maybe he got Rachel to write it for him…”

“No… I think it's Cooper's!” Blaine exclaimed. “Unbelievable!”

“So he's simultaneously sabotaging and stealing Elliott's best man duties? Oh Blaine, I know he's family and about to be my brother, but Cooper is too much at times.”

“Why do you think I chose Elliott as my best man over him? Just imagine the bachelor party he would have tried to throw me. Even when I said it would be pointless to have one since you and I are both guys!”

“Remember how he tried to act all pouty at the gay club Elliott had us all go to for our joint pre-wedding party?”

“Yeah and how it lasted only until all of those men started fawning over him.” Blaine rolled his eyes just at the memory. “Well enough about him, this is our day and not his. Let's show him how we can not only keep our hands off each other but dress ourselves in a timely and precise manner.”

Kurt nodded in agreement and reached for his garment bag, unzipping it to reveal his suit inside. After much consideration, Kurt had decided to go with a white jacket, not because black was a wedding cliche, but because it would compliment his complexion. Blaine had chosen to keep to the traditional black option, which Kurt was completely fine with-- it would create a nice contrast effect.

The couple took off their current outfits without any sort of mischief, aside from Kurt winking cutely at Blaine when his undershirt came off. Things were going well, right up until Blaine turned around and saw Kurt standing there in his white button up shirt and black slacks. Seeing his fianc� nearly dressed for their wedding became too much for him to resist. What was the harm in a little kiss? Blaine wasn't about to let Cooper tell him what he could and couldn't do!

Without a word, Blaine glided over to Kurt, stole the tuxedo jacket out of his arms and kissed him before Kurt could say anything about it.

“Enjoying yourself, Blaine?” Kurt asked with amusement, slipping his arms through the sleeves of his jacket that Blaine was holding out for him.

Blaine came around to help button up the front and smirked at Kurt. “You should be too, considering who you're about to marry.”

Kurt laughed, “I love it when you get all adorably smug with me.”

“Do you now?”

“It reminds back to when we first hooked up and how you had that same expression as soon as we finished ravishing one another….”

--February 10th 2015 - The early hours of the morning-- LA, Blaine's apartment --

“Wow,” Blaine rasped as he tried to get his breathing under control. “Is it just me or was that like the most amazing sex on earth?”

From his spot beside Blaine on the bed, Kurt was in an equally winded state and looking just as amazed. He ran a hand through his tousled post-sex hair, and then down the front of his face. “No, it was that good; all four times--five if you count that first rush blow job.”

Blaine turned on his side to face Kurt. “I still can't believe we managed to do it that many times in one night.”

“I think it's morning by now, but that doesn't make it any less impressive.”

It had been a while since Blaine had slept with anyone (going on two months) and yet he hadn't felt the least bit rusty. Kurt's obvious skill aside, it wasn't like him to connect with someone so easily--especially during sex. Any fling he'd had before (which weren't many) were all about the physical act and not much else. This time it was different. Yes Blaine had thoroughly enjoyed himself, especially since he and Kurt turned out to very sexually compatible. He just hadn't expected things to be so much… fun. They'd kept on laughing and flirting with one another from foreplay to afterglow and most of the moments in between. That in turn had made the refractory waiting periods afterwards much more interesting.

“So just that we're clear; there's no regrets about sleeping together so quickly, right?” Kurt asked.

“None,” Blaine instantly replied. “I usually don't do this sort of thing, but whoever made up the no sex on the first date rule obviously didn't have the insane raw chemistry that we do.”

Kurt laughed at Blaine's joke. “And we're both adults who can do what we want.”

“And even if people saw us leave together or figure out that weve slept together it wont negatively affect our respective careers because we're both out.”

“Seems to me that we're in agreement then.”

“We are… except I am left wondering if you still want to come to my concert tomorrow....” Blaine hoped that Kurt would, but he couldn't say for sure. After moving so quickly, Kurt might want a chance to step back and think things through, or expect some sort of commitment. As far as the latter went, Blaine was willing to consider it, but there was still no forgetting how they barely knew one another.

“As long and you still want me to, Blaine,” Kurt countered.

‘I deserved that,' Blaine thought. “I still want you to come to my concert tomorrow. The fact that we spent the night together doesn't change that, if anything it makes me want to spend as much time as I can with you now.” He leaned over and touched the side of Kurt's face, kissing him to show how he really meant it. But when he opened his eyes again, Blaine knew he needed to be more direct than that. “I really like you Kurt, and not just the person I thought I knew when I was simply a fan of yours. I know we kind of skipped ahead here, but that doesn't mean we can't get to know each other still.”

Kurt's heart had begun to race; he had wanted to say the same thing, but he was afraid he might scare Blaine off in the process. In all his years of dating, no one had challenged his virtues like Blaine had. Now that there was no worry that their night together would be just a one night stand, Kurt felt comfortable enough to open himself up to Blaine.

“I'm really into you too, Blaine, so much that it should unnerve me… but it doesn't; it feels right. You feel right here next to me. I dunno what that could mean for us, but I'd like to find out.”

Without any hesitation, Blaine smiled affectionately at Kurt and replied, “I'm glad you feel the same way, Kurt.”

“I wish I could offer you more than tomorrow… but I'm heading back to New York the following afternoon. So while that doesn't mean we can't keep going on dates, the wait in between them will probably be a lot longer.”

“I'm sure we'll manage; we are living in the golden age of technology after all.”

Kurt grinned as Blaine snuggled up to him, half leaning on his side. It wouldn't be long before Kurt's need for sleep overtook him. He wasn't the only one either; Blaine's eyelids were already beginning to droop. Oh well. There would be plenty of time for them to continue their discussion. It wasn't like Blaine was going to throw him out the door as soon as they woke up. There might be some grief involved if Blaine's roommates returned in time to discover Kurt had spent the night, but considering how his whole body was aching with sated satisfaction, it would be well worth the cost.