Blaine just stared at him, "Really? As hot as that?"

"Hotter and younger," Tyler just nodded his head.

"How do you do it?" Blaine asked him, "How do you do it without getting caught?"

"Kurt is totally preoccupied with the wedding, he doesn't know what's going on," Tyler said with a shrug.

Blaine didn't know if he could take it any long, "Oh man, you know what sucks though once you get married the party is over."

"Dude, I work a town over," Tyler said to him, "And I work long hours."

"Well that's something," Blaine gave a small nod and then started to play with the label on his beer bottle.

Santana came walking over, "Kurt is feeling a bit under the weather."

"Told you he was gonna puke," Tyler said.

"You sure called it," Blaine said to him.

"How about you get your car and meet us out front," Santana said to Tyler, "Tony is bringing him out front now."

Blaine being the gentlemen, went to check on Kurt. He found them, with Kurt leaning on Tony. "Oh shit, I left my phone on the table. Just put him in the car with Tyler," and he ran back inside.

"I puked," Kurt told him, "I vomited on my shirt."

Blaine realized just how bad Kurt was drunk now.

"Does my shirt smell bad?" Kurt asked him.

Giving a small smile, Blaine leaned forward and smelled him, "No, it smells good actually. Just feel better, alright?"

Kurt gave a nod and then they heard the car pull up. Blaine opened the door and helped Kurt climb inside.

"Don't puke in the car alright," Tyler said to Kurt, "It'll stink for a week." Tyler gave Blaine a wave driving off.

Blaine took Tony home after he came back out and Santana tagged along only to hop out as soon as they got to the house running inside leaving them alone. Walking around, Blaine opened the car door for Tony and walked him to the front step.

"What do you think of his Tyler guy? Do you think he's trustworthy?" Blaine asked Tony, with their conversation still weighing on his mind.

"Yeah," Tony nodded with a laugh, "He better be."

Blaine nodded, "Yeah."

"But who cares about Tyler," Tony said as they stopped in front of the door. "You know what I keep thinking about?"

"What?" Blaine asked him.

"See Santana told me about this kiss you gave Kurt," Tony said, "But trust me I understood it was to help the great debate, see the thing is that it sounded really nice."

"Oh that," Blaine looked down and tried to avoid Tony's eye.

"Did it feel good?" Tony asked taking a step forward towards Blaine.

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat, "I don't…I don't know. I don't remember." He was trying to forget the incident himself.

"Can I refresh your memory," Tony said as he leaned down and pressed their lips together.

Blaine had to admit, it was a nice kiss, but it didn't have the same spark he felt with Kurt. And now he was thinking about Kurt again.

Tony pulled away, "So you know, Santana said I could take Kurt's room tonight, since he is staying at Tyler's."

"Oh, um," Blaine just stared at Tony.

"Look, I know you are kind of shy and you've been hurt, so I will make it really easy on you. If you come upstairs you are going to get laid," Tony said with a grin.

"Oh wow," Blaine gave a nod, "Nobody has ever said that to me before."

Tony let out a laugh and let his hand travel along Blaine's arm.

"Well you know, my head is kind of a mess right now," Blaine explained to him, "And Kurt is staying at Tyler's tonight?"

"Yeah," Tony gave a small nod.

"Does he stay over there a lot?" Blaine asked him.

"Yeah," Tony nodded again and that's when he saw it. Blaine's face looked incredibly hurt, "Oh my god," he took a step back, "I can't believe I didn't notice it until now."

Blaine was confused, "What?"

Tony stared at Blaine, "You've got a thing for Kurt."

"No I don't," Blaine shook his head, "No I don't. I think he is a great guy, but I think he is marrying that jerkoff."

"Hey you know why he is marrying him don't you?" Tony asked.

Blaine shook his head, "No. The money thing? The security? I guess that's important to some people."

"No it's not important to some people," Tony said, "It's important to all people."

"Really?" Blaine asked him, "Well I guess I'm in trouble."

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"Good morning sunshine," Tony said as he saw Kurt walking through the front door.

Santana leaned on the counter, "Look what the cat dragged in."

Kurt rubbed his hand on his head, "Don't talk. You are both too loud."

"How was your bottle of rum last night?" Santana asked as she grabbed the bottle of aspirin to give Kurt a few. Troy was standing on the stove mixing some eggs in a pan.

"I didn't vomit on you did I?" Kurt asked them.

"Just a little on my shoe," Santana said as she walked over and handed Kurt the aspirin and a glass of water.

Tony sat down beside Santana and handed her a plate of eggs and set one down in front of himself, "I moved quickly, but you know luckily I was wearing your shoes."

Kurt played with his glass in front of him, "So did anything happen with Blaine last night?"

Santana watched as Tony used his fork and picked up a few eggs before he smiled over at Kurt. "We kissed."

"Who kissed who?" Kurt asked, "Did you kiss him or did he kiss you?"

"I kissed him," Tony said with a shrug.

Kurt looked up at his friend, "And then what?"

"Nothing," Tony said as he took another bite of his eggs.

Santana snorted a laugh, "Which I found surprising by the way."

"I will tell you he sure doesn't think much of your boy though," Tony said letting out a sigh.

"Really?" Kurt asked scrunching his face, "What did he say?"

"That Tyler is a jerkoff," Tony said picking at his eggs.

Santana looked over at him, "He hit that one right on the nose."

Kurt let out a laugh and then shook his head, "Why would he say that?"

"Who knows, maybe he was jealous," Santana said shrugging her shoulders and took a bite of toast.

Tony held his fork out, "But don't worry I told him why you were marrying him."

"Why did you tell him I was marrying him?" Kurt asked tilting his head to the side.

"Well because you love him," Tony said and looked over at Santana, "And, you know, because…"

"Because with Tyler, you'll have security," Santana finished for him.

Kurt shook his head, "But that's not why I'm marrying him."

Santana leaned on her hand, "Then why are you?"

Kurt let out a sigh and let his head fall in to his hands.

Later on in the day, Kurt thought he would pay a visit to Mrs. Hartford to check on her and Blaine. He had made a gift for Blaine, ever since he had told him he dreamed of writing his own music, Kurt got the idea to give Blaine his own sheet music with his name on it.

Clutching his gift to his chest, Kurt walked up the stairs and knocked on Mrs. Hartford's door. He bounced in place when he heard her footsteps coming to the door. When the door swung open, Kurt smiled at her, "Hi Mrs. Hartford, how are you?"

"Oh, fine dear," Mrs. Hartford said smiling back.

"Is Blaine here? I came by to give him something," Kurt said excitedly.

"Oh no, Kurt," Mrs. Hartford said with her smile falling, "I'm afraid he's not."

Kurt gave her a confused look, "Yeah, but it's Thursday. You guys have your singing lessons today."

Mrs. Hartford shook her head, "Not anymore. Not if he's gone to the city to get a real job. He doesn't have time to give me lessons."

In the city, Blaine was currently sitting across from a man who was wearing a stiff suit and had a hard look on his face. "Why do you think you would make an adequate member of our law firm?"

"Well, I'm ready to work hard and when I put my mind to something, I go all the way," Blaine explained, "I'll go all the way for you sir."

The man lowered Blaine's application, "Do you have any experience or degree?"

"No, sir," Blaine shook his head, "I have no experience myself, but I did grow up watching my dad do this stuff. But see I don't have a lot of money. I would like more of it. I have it, I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I'd like to put more in that jar. That's where you come in."

Back at Mrs. Hartford's house, she was still trying to explain to Kurt why Blaine had left her. "He wants to make money. You know, live in a nice house with wide windows and lamps. You can't expect him to live forever with his brother and the raging sex life he has over there."

Blaine was still sitting across from the stiff suit man who clapped his hands together, "Well thank you for your time."

"Actually, sir," Blaine said stopping him, "I really need this job to impress a guy."

"Will you leave now please," the man said pointing towards the exit.

"You don't even have to give me the job. If you could just give me some business cards with my name on it, I think that might help," Blaine explained.

Kurt started to walk down the steps because he knew he had to find Blaine now, "Okay, well, I'm gonna try and go look for him. Okay?"

"Tell him I'll give him a raise," Mrs. Hartford raised three fingers, "Three meatballs a lesson."

Blaine still wasn't leaving without a fight, "I will give you ten singing lessons for one business card. Please." The man just continued to point towards the door, "Fine, thank you very much." He walked off annoyed the man wouldn't even try.

When Blaine arrived at home, he parked his car and saw Kurt running over to him with a smile on his face. He looked over at him, "Hey Kurt, what are you doing here?"

"I went by Mrs. Hartford's to find you," Kurt explained.

"Oh? I'm not doing that anymore," Blaine told him.

Kurt looked over at Blaine, "I know. I just thought that teaching was such a big part of your life."

Blaine looked around, anywhere but Kurt's eyes, "Well, it was, but now I'm doing some stuff to better my situation."

"It sounds kinda selfish," Kurt admitted to him.

"It's not selfish. There's a lot of money out there," Blaine said with a shrug and finally looked over at Kurt, "I'm trying to get my hands on some."

Kurt shook his head, "Yeah, but you don't wanna be just another yuppie idiot."

Blaine stared at him, "Why? What's wrong with that? Don't wanna live in my brother's apartment anymore. I wanna get a big house, have some security. Can't do that doin' favors for people all the time, gettin' paid in meatballs."

Not believing what he was hearing, Kurt shook his head again, "But you're above all that material bullshit."

"I don't know," Blaine shrugged again, "We're livin' in a material world and I am a material girl. Or boy, you know what I mean."

Feeling tears start to form in his eyes, Kurt stared at Blaine, "No, you're not."

Blaine nodded towards Kurt, "What about you? You're into material shit."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, but then he regretted it instantly.

"What do I mean? You're marrying Tyler 'cause he's got money," Blaine said looking off in another neighbor's yard.

They stared at one another for a moment, until Kurt nodded his head, "You, asshole." He tossed the sheet music he had made for Blaine in the air and walked over to his car getting in and driving off.

Blaine kneeled down on the ground and started picking up the papers, "Oh, my God, he made me a present. I am an asshole."

Tanya was suddenly standing next to Blaine, "You're goin' to the mental institution."

Letting out a groan, Blaine turned towards the kid, "Beat it!"

That night brought Blaine to a bar he went to frequently with his brother and friends. A song he recognized was playing from the jukebox and he took the shot of whiskey in front of him. "Rudy," he said pointing to his empty shot glass.

"Same?" the bartender asked.

"Give me the same, please," Blaine said with a nod.

Cooper appeared beside Blaine, "What's up?"

Blaine smiled, "Hey, there he is," he patted his brother on the back.

Looking at his brother with concern, Cooper took the seat beside Blaine, "You all right?"

"Mm-hm. You know something? You were right. You've always been right," Blaine explained with his drunken mind.

"What have I been so right about?" Cooper asked confused.

"Your sex life, people, you just have fun with it," Blaine said moving his hands around as he talked, "You get emotionally involved and they end up…what do they do to you?"

An old man at the bar answered his question, "They rip your heart out of your ass."

"That's right," Blaine gave a nod as he reached over and took another shot.

Cooper looked at his brother, "Did, uh, something happen with Kurt?"

"I went on that double date, right?" Blaine said starting to explain, "And the moron he's gonna marry actually tells me he cheats on him. But can I tell him? No, I mean, who am I to break up his marriage?"

The old man turned towards Blaine, "You need a prostitute."

Cooper and Blaine looked at him for a moment before Blaine cleared his throat, "Anyways, I'm confused."

"Well, because you like him," Cooper said flatly.

Blaine looked down for a moment before looking back over at his brother, "I think I'm in love with him, but I gotta get that out of my head you know. From now on, I'm gonna be like you, man." He pound his fist on the table, "I'm just gonna be with a different guy every night and then I'll send them packin'."

Cooper gave a nod, "Sounds like you got it all figured out."

"I mean, I- I- I'm gonna have to give 'em cab money to go home because I'll feel bad if I don't," Blaine quickly explained, "But after that, it's bye-bye, birdie."

"Bye-bye," the old drunk repeated.

Blaine clapped his hands together, "That's it, man. Starting right now. Me and you are gonna be free and happy the rest of our lives."

Cooper sighed and looked over at his little brother, "I- I'm not happy. I'm miserable."

Blaine looked at Cooper, "Wh- what?"

"See, I grew up watching those guys on reruns with Dad like Fonzie and Vinnie Barbarino 'cause they got a lot of chicks. You know what happened to Fonzie and Vinnie Barbarino?" Cooper asked him.

Scratching his head, Blaine tried to think, "Yeah, I read that Fonzie wants to be a director and Barbarino, I think the mechanical bull movie? I didn't see it yet."

"Their shows got canceled 'cause no one wants to see a fifty-year-old guy hittin' on chicks," Cooper explained.

Blaine was more confused now, "What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is all I really want is someone to hold me and tell me that everything is gonna be all right," Cooper said with a small shrug.

Walking over and giving him a hug, the drunk man slurred, "Everything is gonna be all right."

Cooper gave the man a nod, "Look, if you've found someone you can love, you can't let them get away."

"You're right, man. Thank you, Coop," Blaine said as he stood up and walked out of the bar.

"Don't tell anyone what I said," Cooper called out as Blaine left.

Meanwhile, Kurt was trying on his wedding tuxedo to make sure the measurements were perfect. His dad was helping him by adjusting the back of his jacket a little.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?" Burt asked him as he walked over and picking up a hanger that was lying on the bed.

Kurt wringed his hands togerher, "Do you really like Tyler?"

"Well I mean you like him enough right?" Burt teased, "He's a handsome guy and all that. And now he really does have it all because he has you." He looked over and saw his son and saw his face falling, "Kid, what's the matter?"

"I don't know if I'm in love with him anymore," Kurt explained with tears filling his eyes.

Burt sat down on the bed with Kurt, "Why? What happened?"

Kurt gave a shrug, "I just don't know if he's the right guy for me. And I've been spending a lot of time with this other guy, Blaine Anderson."

"That wedding singer dude?" Burt asked him, "You're thinking of leaving Tyler for the wedding singer?"

Kurt shook his head and started crying more, "I don't know what I'm thinking. I'm confused."

"I was just teasing, I have a feeling what you've got is known as the jitters. You know cold feet. Everyone has 'em. I had 'em. 'Course, I don't know why your mom didn't run screaming down the street instead of marrying me," Burt teased, "But Tyler, he's different. He seems like a good guy. And it doesn't matter who you marry as long as you love them thing will probably turn out pretty wonderful. Does that help?"

Kurt gave a shrug, "Yeah, thanks Dad."

"I will be just down the hall if you need anything," Burt stood up and walked out of the room.

Walking over to the mirror, Kurt stood in front of it. He let out a sigh and tried to smile at himself, "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Mister Kurt Hurt." He shifted his position, "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Kurt Hurt Hummel. Kurt Hurt." He let his head fall into hands as he started crying.

On the sidewalk, Blaine was walking towards Kurt's place, repeating lines he wanted to say to him, "Right when I wake up in the morning you're the first person that pops in my head and I keep thinking about you over and over." He smiled as he walked.

Standing up straight, Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes, he smiled brightly, "Hi, I'm pleased to meet you. I'm the other Anderson—Hummel. Blaine and I are so pleased you could come to our wedding." He let out a carefree laugh.

When Blaine arrived at Kurt's house he could see Kurt through the window wearing his tuxedo and talking excitedly in front of the mirror. He knew right then that he couldn't do this. Sticking his hands in his pockets he turned around and left walking back to the bar.

As Blaine walked in the bar, he found the old drunk man dancing in the middle of the room and walking over to Cooper, "Pretty good, hey?"

Cooper gave a nod and looked up to see Blaine, "What happened?"

"He just looked way too happy," Blaine explained with a shrug.

"I'm sorry, man. Hey, Rudy. Get Blaine�a double," Cooper waved his hand.

Blaine held up a small bag with a bottle inside, "Actually, Rudy, don't even worry about it. I brought my own."

The bartender shook his head, "You can't drink that in here, Blaine."

Giving a nod, Blaine turned towards the door, "All right, I'll finish up in the alley. You guys comin'?" he said with his speech slurring a bit. Cooper and the drunk man followed him out the door.

When they started to walk down the sidewalk, they ran into Tyler, Kurt's supposed fianc�, "Hey, it's the wedding singer."

"Hey Tyler, what's up?" Blaine said with a tired voice.

"Blainey, I heard you couldn't close the deal with Troy," Tyler laughed, "Yeah, what's the matter with that? Ah, you can get it up, right?

"Not as well as you do, I guess," Blaine said to him.

Tyler smiled and pointed to the bar, "Listen, we're gonna have a little pre-bachelor party. You wanna come in and have a beer?"

Blaine shook his head, "You're ridiculous, man. Stop all this cheatin' shit, moron. He is a good guy."

"Hey, ass wipe. Don't go snitchin' to Kurt about this," Tyler let go of the guy was holding onto, "I know you got some little crush on him, but you gotta face the facts. He'd rather go to bed with a real man, not some poor singing orphan."

Blaine tossed his bottle onto to the ground, "Alright, shithead. I haven't been in a fight since I was in the fifth grade, but I beat the shit out of that kid. So now I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

The old man stepped up and swung his arm, but one of the guys from Tyler's group grabbed him and pushed him away.

"Hey, what are you doin', man?" Blaine asked him.

The old man shrugged, "I'm sorry. I used to be much stronger."

Blaine wasn't paying attention, so Tyler struck Blaine in the face with a punch making his nose bleed. Tyler looked down at Blaine who was now laying on the ground, "Hey, why don't you write a song about this? You can call it, uh, 'I got punched in the nose for stickin' my face in other people's business.'"

Tyler and all of his friends laughed as they walked into the bar leaving Blaine on the ground with Cooper and the old drunk hovering over him.

As Blaine stumbled down the sidewalk, he walked towards the apartment stairs and when he looked up he saw Sebastian sitting at the top, "Hi, Blainey."

Blaine had to admit in his drunken stupor Sebastian looked hot in whatever he was wearing, that is why when the words came out of his mouth he didn't care. "Kiss my grits."

Sebastian stood up and took Blaine's hand pulling him up the stairs more, "I can see that you're drunk and that's okay. You were always adorable when you were drunk. I'm still going to tell you this. I really miss you and I want to come back."

Blaine gave a small nod, "I don't wanna be alone anymore."

Shaking his head, Sebastian took Blaine in his arms holding him, "No, you're not alone anymore. I want us back." Blaine then passed out and Sebastian was left holding all of Blaine's weight in front of the door of his apartment.

Digging around in Blaine's pocket, Sebastian found Blaine's keys and led them inside towards Blaine's room for the rest of the night.