Jeff is tucked into the corner of the couch with a sandwich when Sebastian lets himself in. “Hey, how did it go last night?” He asked.

Sebastian wore a scowl and slumped down on the couch with a frown. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask the new assistant production manager?”

“Oh who’d they get?” Jeff wondered.

“Me!” Sebastian was all smiles now. “They said that I deserved it for always being the guy to come in and pick up the slack and last night sealed the deal. I start Monday morning with a new salary and everything!” Sebastian looked pretty smug now but Jeff supposed he couldn’t blame him really. He’d worked so hard to get to this point.

“Congrats man, I know how hard you’ve worked for that.” Jeff told him.

“So, what did I miss at the wedding, anything good?” Sebastian situated himself on the couch so that his leg was drawn up and he could look at Jeff.

“Actually Blaine came back with a pretty fantastic story.” Jeff sat up a little straighter to tell it.

“Yeah?” Sebastian seemed interested so Jeff went on.

He told the whole story of how Blaine met Kurt and how they spent the night with their ridiculous rules. How Blaine looked when he retold the tale and how he had realized in the end what a huge mistake he’d made by not getting Kurt’s number. Finally how Nick and Blaine had run off to meet Santana in the hopes of getting a lead and how they had just called a few moments ago to say they had to give up because no one knew who this mystery man was.

Sebastian was sitting very still and very quiet and when he finally spoke his voice came out low and quiet.

“I know who he is.” Sebastian said, incredulous.

“What? How do you know who he is?” Jeff was confused now.

As it turned out, Sebastian had a story of his own to tell.

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I got out of work at eight forty five and decided to surprise Blaine and show up at the reception. I was late but I thought that was better than never. But when I got there Blaine was nowhere in sight. I looked around and sat and had some cake, but then I had to decide that he’d left early. I even felt bad for that because I thought he must have had a miserable time since I’d backed out on him and left him gong to this thing alone.

So I’m heading down the hall out to the elevator when I pass an open room and just happen to glance in and there’s Blaine! He’s sitting at a piano with a man I’ve never seen before and they’re leaning toward each other about to kiss.

I don’t quite know what to do with myself then so I turn right across the hall and go into the restroom. I’m flustered and I feel like I’ve been spying on Blaine and the whole thing is just really upsetting so I’m splashing cold water on my face and doing my best not to cry. Crying is just crazy because nothing has happened but I hate weddings and I hate that I’m there for no reason but it’s not working and I end up in one of the stalls with tears running down my face. Someone comes in and I try not to let them hear me but they do anyway.

“Rough night?” The guy asks.

“Yeah, you could say that.” I say.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’ve been told I am an excellent listener.”

“Not really, it’s stupid anyway, I just hate weddings.” I tell him.

“That’s not stupid.” He says. “Lots of people hate weddings. Everyone has to dress up and be happy. Weddings are more for the couple than anyone else no matter what people say.”

At this point the crying is slowing down because I think maybe this guy’s right, plenty of people hate weddings and my night sucked because I showed up for a date I no longer had.

“Are you going to come out?” He asked me.

“I don’t think so.” I say.

Then a bottle of champagne appears under the stall door. “Here, I think you need this more than I do.” He says. So I take the bottle, take a long drink from it and thank this uncommonly kind stranger.

“So whose guest are you? The bride’s or the groom’s?” I ask him.

“Oh, I’m not a guest really.” He says. “I designed the bride’s gown.”

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“You know who he is!” Jeff says, suddenly excited, and then he sobers immediately. “But why were you really crying in the bathroom? You never cry. You get angry or flustered or anything else, but I never see you cry.”

Sebastian looks away. “I told you I didn’t know why I was crying.” He said softly.

“You don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?”

“I don’t know.” Sebastian replied, his eyes still averted.

“You were crying over Blaine.” Jeff said, and then suddenly he was bouncing on the couch his eyes wide. “You were crying over Blaine because you like him! You maybe even love him! Oh my god, after all this time! You have to tell hm. Right now, he’s down at Cal’s drowning his sorrows and you have to go to him and tell him that you have feelings for him!”

Sebastian doesn’t move but instead just looks miserable and Jeff catches on. “What are you going to do?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I should probably tell Blaine that I know who his mystery man is.” Sebastian sinks lower into the couch.

“Or you could just not do that and tell him you have feelings for him.” Jeff suggested.

They both sat for a few more minutes before Sebastian stood up and Jeff followed suit.

“Did you decide?” Jeff asked.

“Not really, but let’s go anyway. I’ll decide on the way over.” He said. The two of them left the apartment to head to Cal’s in the hopes that they would catch Blaine before he left. Jeff texted Nick to let him know they were coming.

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Blaine's Aria

The three of us are working our way through our second drinks when Jeff and Sebastian arrive. Sebastian asks to talk to me privately so I slide out of the booth and follow him over to a corner. “What’s up?” I ask.

“I have to tell you something.” He says, but my phone rings right then. I’m looking at him and the phone and it’s Wes and finally Sebastian tells me to go on and answer it. So I do.

“Hey.” Says Wes softly.

“Hey.” I answer, somewhat confused.

“I called to apologize. I know I let things get out of hand and I was rude to you earlier. We’re just about to get on a plane for the honeymoon and my lovely wife has instructed me that I cannot begin our marriage by being a dick to my friends no matter what. So this is me calling to say I’m sorry.”

I’m wandering a little with my phone pressed to my ear and Nick asks who it is so I mouth at him that it’s Wes. Santana looks suddenly interested though and she says something about her cousin’s wedding and asks about the bride’s dress. She’s waving her hands at me a little frantically so I remember that she mentioned this earlier. I tell Wes that of course I forgive him and also could he tell us where his wife found her dress.

There is some conversation on the other end of the line and I get passed to Cassidy.

“Hi Blaine. I got that dress from a little shop downtown called, Porcelain. The designer runs the place and everything is handmade.” I want to say something to Cass, anything really but I’m having trouble breathing.

Everyone’s staring at me but all I can do is think about the first name Kurt gave me. Porcelain. He’s the designer. I hang up the phone.

“He designed the dress.” I say. “Porcelain is the name of his shop downtown. He was never a guest that’s why Wes didn’t know his name, he designed the wedding dress!”

Everyone looks about as amazed as I feel. “I’m going. I’ve got to go right now.” I tell them.

Nick is encouraging but Jeff moves to stand right in my way. “Hold on Blaine.” He says.

“What?” I ask. “You gave me hell over not getting his number before but now I know where he is, so what’s the problem?” I don’t really have time for this but I wait for Jeff anyway.

“I’m just worried Blaine, I’m worried that this guy doesn’t really feel about you the way you do about him and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Jeff looks past me to Sebastian. “Right? Sebastian do you want to add anything?” He asks.

I turn around to Sebastian now. “Yes.” Sebastian says. “I do have something to add. Go get him.” He tells me and then I’m off and feeling like the world has dropped out from under my feet because I’m flying.
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When we finally made it back to the wedding, the guests were all gone and the staff was cleaning up.

“Looks like we were gone too long.” I tell Kurt.

“It does.” He says. “That’s really too bad, I was looking forward to one last dance.”

“Well, maybe there’s something we can do about that.” I see someone has left a cd player on one of the tables so I hit the play button. Luckily the music is soft and lilting.

I hold my hand out and Kurt takes it with a smile. When he steps into my arms and we begin to sway to the music it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It doesn’t matter that the lights are turned all the way up or that there are dirty dishes on the tables all around us or that the staff s working all around us. The only thing that matters is the way Kurt feels as we glide over the dance floor together.

I tease him lightly about the fact that the real me doesn’t wear tuxedos but rather old school sweat shirt with worn jeans and he laughs and says he’s sorry he won’t see it. Then we’re leaning in together again, lips just almost brushing this time and I ache when he pulls back.

“What’s your last name?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Fine, but there is a fatal flaw in this master plan of yours.” I whisper.

“What’s that?” Kurt asks.

“I will always remember how magical tonight was, and I will never forget what a wonderful time I had. There are lots of great memories and one really crappy one.”

“Which is the crappy one?” Kurt’s eyebrow raises just a little.

“The memory of you walking away.” I tell him. Already the idea of it is sinking in my chest.

Kurt looks sad for a moment but then a smile spreads across his face. “I have another idea.” He says with a slight grin.

“Oh?”

“Close your eyes and count to five.” Kurt looks happy about this new idea so I comply and shut my eyes.
“One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” I count slowly and then I open my eyes. Kurt is gone and I’m left standing in the middle of the dance floor, alone.

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We’re crowded into a cab right outside the bridal shop and I’m having second thoughts. “It was perfect, just like he said. It was magical. No one and nothing can ever take that away. No matter what relationships I’ve had things always go wrong, there’s always some sort of let down or pain but not with this. This is a beautiful memory and if I go in there I’m risking losing what he gave me. I’m risking those memories for both of us.”