Blaine was standing on the stage singing a song at a sixteen year old's birthday party. Everyone on the floor was dancing to the music. The song ended and Blaine smiled, "Alright, let's keep the fun going, take it away Wes," he said setting the microphone down and walking off the stage.

Wes walked up to the center of the stage looked into the audience and began singing his song. Most of the audience was just staring blankly up at him.

Blaine was walking and then found a girl sitting alone. She had a round face, but he thought if she was smiling, it would light up the room. "Hey sweetie, why don't you get out there and dance?"

"I asked that boy over there," the girl nodded his head in the direction of another, "But he turned me down. He said he doesn't dance with losers."

"Oh man that hurts," Blaine said pulling out a chair to sit down beside her. "But why would you want to dance with somebody that doesn't want to dance with you right?"

The girl just gave him a small shrug.

Blaine looked up and over at Kurt who was serving some drinks at another table. He sent Kurt a small nod and he smiled back over at him.

"Hey listen, don't worry," Blaine said, "You are going to meet a boy that treats you right some day I promise. Alright sweetie?"

The girl just sat there looking over at Blaine like he was crazy and that would never happen.

A few songs later, Blaine was standing on the stage once again, "How are you all doing? Alright? I want you to meet a friend of mine, by the name of Kurt Hummel."

Kurt looked up at the stage from pouring coffee in a cup. He gave Blaine a look.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine waved, "You want to come over here for a second."

Kurt stared at him for a moment, and then set the coffee pot down and walked onto the dance floor.

"Say hi to Kurt everyone," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled as he stood on the dance floor, "Hello."

"Now which one of you gals would like to dance with this fine young man?" Blaine asked.

Kurt looked down at the ground and laughed as he heard some of the girls start to shout, "Me! Me! Me!" He turned and gave a small bow.

"Wow, Kurt. You know it sounds to me like you have your pick to dance with any girl in here. So I want you to take your time and find amongst all these beautiful young ladies tonight, the coolest, most unlosery girl in the bunch."

"Okay," Kurt nodded. He turned around and all of the girls were calling out to him. All of the girls stood there pointing at themselves and smiling. Then he noticed the girl Blaine had been talking to earlier. He leaned down in front of the girl who was sitting on the chair, "May I have this dance?"

All of the girls gasped and groaned as Kurt and Casey, she whispered her name in Kurt's ear, as they walked to the center of the dance floor.

"Alright girlie, have fun," Blaine smiled.

Kurt took Casey's hand and set the other one on his shoulder, while he placed his delicately on her waist.

Blaine swayed as his band started the opening notes. He opened his mouth and began to sing when his queue came.

You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play it coy but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true.
'cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

Blaine let out a laugh as he watched Casey's hand lower and give Kurt's butt a squeeze. Kurt looked over at Blaine shocked and then laughed to himself.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

Everyone else in the room, partnered up and started to dance like Kurt and Casey were. Blaine even stepped onto the dance floor and picked a girl. He gently placed her hands on his butt. Kurt let out a laugh.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Blaine stared at Kurt as they danced and just smiled. His hair was perfectly styled up and looked handsome in his work uniform.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Kurt gave her a bow, "You are a wonderful dancer."

"The queen of the dance everybody," Blaine smiled. The party went on with everyone having fun and dancing to the music.

Later on, the group was cleaning up the mess that was left behind and the band was putting away their equipment. Blaine was wrapping a cord while Kurt was cleaning off one of the tables.

"So are you going to tell Tyler?" Blaine asked Kurt.

Looking up, Kurt made a face, "About what?"

"About you and that girl, and her squeezing your tush," Blaine teased.

Kurt snorted a laugh, "Well she did have very strong hands for a thirteen year old."

"I could see that," Blaine smiled at him as he finished wrapping the cord to set it down.

"Hey listen, by the way, thank you for recommending Vivano's for the florist, not only were the flowers beautiful, they didn't over charge me," Kurt said.

"Good," Blaine nodded, "I'm glad."

"And a new guy in town could certainly use that kind of help on everything," Kurt smiled up at Blaine.

"Well you have Santana and your dad right?" Blaine set down the cord.

Kurt sighed, "Well my dad lives about a half hour away and Santana really isn't into that kind of thing. So you know, that really only leaves one person."

Blaine was tinkering with one of the speakers, "Erm, Wes?"

Kurt let out a laugh and shook his head, "No."

"I would," Blaine said as he let out a sigh, "I just can't."

"I understand," Kurt said with a nod, "I just don't know how to go about this. I'm afraid that I'm going to spend five hundred dollars for a half eaten wedding cake," he shrugged.

"Man, I got to concentrate on getting some more gigs. I can't imagine if I can take all of these sixteen year olds," Blaine stood up straight and he looked down at Kurt who was giving him one of those faces and whispered a please. He caved, "Oh alright."

Kurt clapped his hands and smiled, "Yay."

A few days later they were at the photographer's studio with Mrs. Henderson who booked the appointments and handled the clients. They were in the middle of discussing prices.

"I can tell you that we have never done it for that cheap," Mrs. Henderson said pointing her pen at them.

Blaine shook his head, "Hey, I know for a fact that you gave Erica Tanger that price."

Mrs. Henderson looked shocked, "I did not."

Kurt was leaning slightly onto Blaine's chair and watched as they talked.

"Hey, Mrs. H, come on. Mrs. H look me in the eyes and tell me," Blaine said as he dealed with her, "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you didn't give her that price."

Mrs. Henderson couldn't look him in the eye and she was looking everywhere but Blaine. "I…I…well I…okay fine just that one time. Okay so you got me."

Blaine nudged Kurt with his elbow as they were both excited over their victory.

"Can I just say something," Mrs. Henderson said as she looked up from her book, "I deal with a lot of people. You two look truly happy, I think you are going to make. I know believe me."

"Do you now?" Kurt smiled.

"Well you can just look at a couple and know," Mrs. Henderson nodded, "You can tell right away that they are going to stay together forever. Like Tina and Mike, and Will and Emma, and even Sue and well Sue."

Blaine laughed, "Well um actually we are not getting married," he pointed to himself and Kurt.

"That's right," Kurt hit Blaine on the arm, "We are brothers."

"Oh that's it," Mrs. Henderson said, "I could sense a closeness."

"Yeah, you know the weird thing is when we were growing up we didn't get along, because I would do this to him a lot," Blaine reached over and wrapped an arm around Kurt's neck to give him a noogie.

"Hey," Kurt pushed Blaine's hand away. Reaching his arm over, Kurt pulled on one of Blaine's curls.

"Ow," Blaine said giving him a look, but Kurt just smiled at him. They both looked over at Mrs. Henderson, "Alright, I think we're gonna go now." The pair stood up, "Come on bro," he put his arm around Kurt again and pulled him out the door.

"I am so telling mom when we get home," Kurt teased.

Mrs. Henderson just sat there and then started to write down some information in her book.

Next on Kurt's list of wedding details was music. He wanted a singer like Blaine was, but it turned out to be tougher than he thought it would be. They were sitting and listening to some wedding singer trying to sing for them.

I'm bringing sexy back
You mother fuckers watch how I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact

Kurt looked over at Blaine and gave him a polite smile.

Take 'em to the chorus

"I've never seen it from this perspective before," Blaine leaned over to Kurt, "Is this what I look like?"

"No," Kurt shook his head, "No, you are much better than him. He is ridiculous."

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're torquing with

Kurt watched as the man on the stage danced around and then made a motion towards him. He just sat there uncomfortable waiting for the song to end.

Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

"Thank you," the man bowed, "This is Sandy Ryerson and I'll be here all week. Alright take four everybody." He walked off the stage towards Blaine and Kurt.

Blaine stood up and walked over to meet Sandy holding out his hand to shake, "Hey thanks man."

"No thank you," Sandy said to him.

"Oh for what?" Blaine asked him confused.

Sandy grinned, "For quitting or should I thank Sebastian. My business has tripled." He reached over and pinched Blaine's cheek.

Blaine pulled away and tried to not let his emotions show on his face.

"Well," Kurt said, "You just inspired me to hire a DJ, so thank you."

Sandy just stared at him, "Oh well, good luck finding a DJ who can move and shake like this," he shimmed towards Kurt. And then he turned around and walked away.

Blaine took a seat back down beside Kurt, "Oh well."

"How did you become a wedding singer?" Kurt asked him.

Thinking for a moment, Blaine finally shared to Kurt, "I think I got in to it to make some money until my music career took off."

"And you want to be a rock star?" Kurt asked with a smile.

"I kind of just wanted to be a song writer," Blaine shrugged, "You know. I think that's the hardest thing to write a song. You know when people hear it and they think ooo I think I know what that guy was feeling when he wrote that."

Kurt listened to Blaine, "Have you written anything lately?"

Blaine looked down, "Yeah I guess."

"Will you play it for me?" Kurt asked him.

"You don't want to hear it," Blaine shook his head, "It's not that good."

"Nah, I'm sure it is," Kurt smiled at him.

For some reason, Blaine just couldn't say no to Kurt. "It's just that I wrote half of it when I was with Sebastian and the other half after we broke up. It's a little uneven you know."

"I don't mind," Kurt bit his lower lip, "I'd like to hear it."

"Oh alright," Blaine said finally standing up.

"Yeah," Kurt clapped his hands as he watched Blaine make his way towards the stage.

Blaine dragged a bench over to the piano that was sitting on the stage. He tested a few of the keys, the music notes wash over him.

"Okay this is…I just want to warn you I was listening to some more darker stuff when I wrote this," Blaine warned Kurt.

"Okay," Kurt nodded, he excitedly wiggled in his seat.

Blaine started to play a few of the keys and then started to sing.

You don't know how much I need you.
While you're near me I don't feel blue.
And when we kiss I know that you need me too.
I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.

Pounding the keys, Blaine started to sing with more passion or what Kurt would have called it anger.

But it all was bullshit.
It was a goddam joke.
And when I think of you and I,
I hope you fucking choke.

Pulling back, Blaine started to singing softly again. Kurt just watched him as he sang and listening to what he was singing.

I hope you're glad with what you've done to me.
I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy.
You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.

Blaine pounding on the keys again and sang with the same anger as before.

Oh somebody kill me please,
somebody kill me plee-ase,
I'm on my knees,
pretty pretty please kill me.

I want to die.
Put a bullet in my head.

Kurt didn't clap, but he had a few tears in his eyes, "I liked it."

Hiding his face, Blaine wiped his own tears from his face. He knew singing that song would bring memories back to him.

Kurt decided that Blaine needed something happy, so he took him to the closet coffee shop and they had some drinks. Blaine ordered himself a medium drip, while Kurt ordered a nonfat mocha.

Blaine took a drink from his cup, "Thank you for the coffee, it always cheers me up some."

"It's my pleasure," Kurt said drinking from his own cup.

"It's weird being in this place, Sebastian and I would come here and order drinks all the time," Blaine thought back.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, "May I ask what happened with Sebastian?"

Blaine looked around and finally looked into Kurt's eyes, "He wasn't the right one I guess," he shrugged.

"Did you have any idea he wasn't the right one when you were together?" Kurt asked him.

"I should have," Blaine sighed as he picked up one of the sugar packets and began inspecting it. "I remember this one time we were flying to meet my brother in L.A. when he lived there at the time and I hadn't been in a plane since I was three, and Sebastian had just recently been on one. So you would think he would have given me the window seat, but he didn't," he shrugged his shoulders. "Not that it's a big deal, but there were a lot of little things like that. I know it sounds stupid."

"Not at all," Kurt shook his head, "I think it's the little things that count."

"How did you know that Tyler was the right one?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt thought for a moment, "The right one? I don't know. I just always envisioned my right one to be someone to grow old with."

Giving a small nod, Blaine agreed, "Yeah."

"And you know Tyler will be a really good looking older guy," Kurt said with a nod. "Like Leonardo DiCapro."

Blaine let out a laugh, "I'd bet he looks like the guy who has never won an Oscar."

Kurt started to laugh with him. Blaine had to admit, Kurt's laugh was amazing and being the one who made him laugh made his heart flutter slightly.