Kurt ran up the stairs to the apartment Cooper and Blaine shared. He could feel he had made the right decision. He was going to tell Blaine how he felt about him. This was it. He knocked on the door and waited for one of them to open it, but when the door opened he saw someone he had never seen before.

Putting a smile on his face, Kurt pushed whatever weird scenario he had out of his mind.

The guy was wearing only a pair of Superman boxers and he scratched his head, "Can I help you?" he asked with a yawn.

"Is Blaine here?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"I'm afraid he's, uh, indisposed. Shower," the guy explained as he turned around pointing towards the bathroom.

Then something clicked inside Kurt's head, "You must be Sebastian."

Sebastian smiled and nodded, "Yeah, that's me. Blaine's fiancé. Who are you?"

"I'm Kurt Hummel. Would you tell him that I came by to see him?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, sure will Cert," Sebastian said as he was already closing the door.

"I—It's Kurt," he yelled as the door slammed closed on his face. Looking down at the ground, Kurt knew what he had to do now. He turned around and ran towards his car, glancing over his shoulder one last time.

Sebastian grinned as he walked back into Blaine's room, "Wake up, sleepyhead. This is the first day of our new life together." He hummed and rubbed Blaine's back as he sang quietly, "Wake me up before you go. Don't leave me hanging like a solo."

Sitting up, Blaine looked around. The first thing that he realized was that he was incredibly hung over and the second thing was his ex-fiancé was sitting in his bed, "Sebastian?"

Smiling, Sebastian sat on the bed, "Hi."

Rubbing his eyes, Blaine willed his head to stop pounding, "What are you doing here?"

"You passed out, so I took care of you," Sebastian said to him, "Just like old times."

"What?" Blaine asked pushing his blanket off of himself, realizing he was only wearing his boxers, "W-why'd you take care of me?"

Sebastian let out a huff, "I told you last night, Blaine. I—I realized I was wrong and I want take care of you for good. I suppose I can learn to deal with the fact that you're just a wedding singer, not a rock star. I mean we can't tell my family, who knows what they would say. I could even learn to deal with…"

Blaine tilted his head to side, "You can learn to deal with that? I don't want you to learn to deal with that. That's not how it works, damn it." He stood up off the bed and pointed to his door.

"Well Blaine maybe we should talk about this when you're feeling better?" Sebastian asked as he reached over and held up a cup of water and a bottle of aspirin.

"Hey Seb. I'm not going to feel better about this. It's over. So please get out of my favorite Superman underwear before you jinx him and all his Krypton friends."

Sebastian set the glass of water and bottle down, "Oh, okay. So you are still pissed about the wedding thing," he said standing up off the bed.

Blaine glared at Sebastian and picked up the clothes he knew wasn't his and threw them at him. He pushed him out the door and slammed it on his face.

Cooper was sitting at the table eating cereal out of a bowl, "Did that feel good?"

"Best feeling ever," Blaine said as he walked back towards his room.

Punching his fist in the air, Cooper took that as a win.

Meanwhile, Kurt had driven to Tyler's house and he used his spare key he had to get inside. He ran up the stairs and opened Tyler's bedroom door. Spanking his fiancé's butt a little, "Ty? Tyler, good morning! Hi. Good morning. Good morning. Hello."

Tyler rolled over and gave a sleepy drunken smile, "Hey, baby. You…you make me breakfast in bed?"

Shaking his head, Kurt stood up straighter, "Um, no, actually, I've been doing some thinking and I don't need a big wedding. And I—I think that I've been really selfish in making you do something that you don't even wanna do."

Looking around, Tyler grinned, "You wanna go to Vegas?"

Kurt nodded his head, "Yeah."

"All right. Let's go," Tyler said with a giggle before falling back down into his bed.

Blaine decided to attend Mr. and Mrs. Hartford's fiftieth anniversary party. Sure he knew he would never have it someday, but living through them he could have these moments.

Mrs. Hartford was singing her song to her husband beautifully, "There were bells on the hill, but I never heard them ringing. No, I never heard them at all. Till there was you." Mr. Hartford kissed Mrs. Hartford's hand as she kept singing, "And there was music and there were wonderful roses. They tell me in sweet great great meadows of dawn and dew. There was love all around."

That is when Blaine was realizing something. He couldn't let Kurt go. He had to find him and tell him how he felt. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and Kurt made him feel happy. He liked how he felt around Kurt. He liked who he was with Kurt. He wanted to be with Kurt.

Kurt was sitting at the airport thinking of all the time he spent with Blaine and how much fun he had. He felt bad missing Mrs. Hartford's anniversary party, but the song was drilled in his brain and he loved the way she sang it about her husband.

Over the intercom you could hear a woman's voice, "Flight number eleven sixty-six is now ready for boarding."

Mrs. Hartford leaned down and sang, "No, I never heard them at all. Till there was you." She finished by giving her husband a kiss.

Blaine smiled to himself as he remembered the words Kurt had once told him, 'I just always envisioned the right one being someone I could grow old with.' That is when he looked over at Cooper, who apparently knew exactly what he was thinking.

"I know. I'll go get the car," Cooper laughed as he gave Blaine a pat on the back.

Blaine ran over to the happy couple, "Mrs. Hartford. Congratulations. I have to go and take care of something, okay?"

"I know you do. You go get him," Mrs. Hartford said with a laugh.

Jumping off the stage, Blaine waved, "Alright. Alright." He made his way to the door, but stopped when Santana grabbed his arm.

"Blaine, I have to talk to you," Santana said to him.

"I can't talk right now," Blaine said trying to get Santana to let his arm go.

Santana shook her head, "Are you back with Sebastian?"

"No. Why?" Blaine asked confused, "Who said that?"

"Kurt," Santana said throwing her hand out, "He went over to your apartment this morning to tell you how he felt that he was falling for you and Sebastian answered the door in his underwear. He was so upset he and Tyler just jumped on a plane to Vegas."

Blaine's eyes widened, "What do you mean? They're getting married tomorrow."

"Well, apparently, that wasn't soon enough," Santana said putting a hand on her hip.

Blaine stared at her for a moment, before he turned around to run out the door with Santana following close behind.

At the airport, Kurt was sitting in his seat waiting to be called.

The woman came over the intercom again, "We're now ready for our general boarding."

Tyler leaned over his seat, "That's it, babe. Ready to go?"

Kurt nodded his head, "Yeah."

"This is a great idea. I'm glad you came around," Tyler said as they both stood up and picked up their bags, "You wanna do some gambling and have some fun right away or you just wanna get married?"

"I just wanna get married," Kurt said with a shrug as they walked into the line to board the plane.

Blaine, Santana, and Cooper were all shoved in the front of Cooper's limo. Cooper was less than optimistic, "You're never gonna find him. There's gotta be a million wedding chapels in Vegas."

Squirming in his seat, Blaine thought of something, "Does anybody have a pen?"

Santana turned to him, "What for?"

"I've got a good idea for a song," Blaine said. He picked up an old take out food bag from the floor.

Santana handed Blaine the pen, "Here."

"Thank you," Blaine said as he began writing down the lyrics from his head so he wouldn't forget them.

When they arrived at the airport, they ran to the ticket desk. They went up to a woman who was standing and looking incredibly bored, "Can I help you?"

Blaine nodded, "Yes, I need a ticket for Las Vegas, please."

Typing into the computer, the woman looked up, "We only have one seat left and it's in our first class section. The next flight leaves tomorrow in the morning."

Looking over at his brother, Blaine gave him a sad smile, "Can I borrow your credit card?"

"You'll pay me back, right?" Cooper asked as he took out his wallet and pulled out his card.

Blaine shook his head, "No, but if you don't give it to me, I'm gonna tell everybody what you said at the bar, plus anything else I have on you."

Cooper thrust his card at his brother, "Fine."

"Thanks," Blaine smiled as he handed the woman the card.

Santana turned to Cooper, "Hey, that was really nice of you."

Cooper gave her his signature grin, "Thanks."

"I'm gay," Santana said to him quickly in her demanding voice.

"Gotcha," Cooper said taking a step to the side.

The woman handed Blaine his ticket, "Wish me luck!" he said as he started to run off.

"Go get him!" Cooper and Santana called out.

On the plane, Kurt and Tyler were sitting in their seats happy to finally be in the air. Kurt looked over at his fiancé, "Hey, Ty? Do you mind if we switch seats and I sit in the window seat?"

Tyler thought for a moment, "I hate the aisle seat. Every time that drink cart comes by, it bangs me in the elbows. Your arms are smaller than mine, Kurt."

Kurt's face fell instantly, "I know. I just never saw the bright lights of Vegas before."

"Tell you what," Tyler said to him, "How about I let you lean over me when we fly over the strip, okay?"

Kurt just nodded his head in agreement and leaned back in his seat.

Blaine found himself sitting in first class for the first in his life. He sat thinking about what he was going to say because they had only just taken off and he needed something to do.

A flight attendant walked by with a tray of steaming towels, she held one out towards Blaine, "Hot towel?"

Blaine took it slowly, "Thanks." He stared at it for a moment not sure what to do with it. The flight attendant pointed towards another passenger who was patting the towel on his face.

Blaine sheepishly smiled and nodded, "Oh, my! I'm sorry. I've never been on first class before." He quickly patted his own face before placing the towel back on the tray.

"My name is Beverly. Just buzz if you need anything," she said walking off and taking the towel off the tray.

"Sir," Blaine asked one of the men carrying a tray of drinks walking by, "Is that P!nk?"

"I believe it is," the man said with a nod.

"Oh, my god!" Blaine said and he turned to man. "Oh my god!"

The man held out the tray, "Would you like some champagne or some orange juice?"

Blaine looked at his skeptically, "How much is it?"

"It's free," the man said holding the tray out closer to Blaine.

"It's what? Holy shit! This is incredible," Blaine said as he was about to grab a champagne. "Actually I shouldn't drink. I fell in love with this guy and he is going to marry an idiot. So I'm on my way to Vegas to stop them."

A woman looking in her mid-forties leaned over her seat, "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Where are they getting married?"

Blaine sighed, "That's the problem. I don't know where, but I'm going to run around and find them, you know. I have to do what I have to do."

The drink cart came by and whacked Kurt on the elbow. He glared at Tyler who was looking out the window, while he rubbed his elbow vigorously.

Tyler made a clicking sound with his tongue, "Oh, next time they come by, grab me a Heineken, will ya?"

Kurt just kept rubbing his elbow to try and reduce the pain. He really felt as if he was making a mistake now going to get married to Tyler.

Blaine was in the middle of his story he was telling, some how the entire first class was now listening to him talk, but he didn't mind. He would tell this story for years to come if it meant finding Kurt to tell him how he feels.

"He comes over to tell me how he feels, and Sebastian opens the door wearing nothing but my favorite Superman boxers," Blaine waved his hands in the air.

P!nk sat back in her chair, "No way!"

Blaine just nodded his head, "I don't know what to do. He's getting married and he's gonna ruin his life."

"Ah," P!nk said looking over at everyone, "Tyler doesn't deserve him. All he cares about are possessions. Fancy cars. Blu-ray players," she ticked them off her fingers, "Even men are possessions to him."

"See? P!nk gets it. I don't know why he doesn't get it," Blaine said with an exasperated sigh.

The woman from earlier lay a hand on her heart, "Oh, I hope you find him."

One of the handsome young flight attendants walked into first class, "You guys are not going to believe this. Some creep in coach, who thinks he's high and mighty, just asked me to be part of a Mile High Club. He told me I was Grade-A top choice meat."

The words clicked in Blaine's head. He was here. Kurt was here on this plane. It couldn't be. He stood up from his seat and walked over the separating curtains, "Is he right in here?"

The young man nodded his head, "Yeah."

The older woman looked over at someone, "What's the Mile High Club?" A few people snickered.

Blaine opened the curtains slowly and walking back to their seat was Kurt wearing a light shade of red button up, darker skinny jeans, and his favorite pair of boots that go up over his calf. Turning around to everyone, Blaine looks at them stunned, "Oh, my God! The Mile High guy is Tyler!" He starts to freak out a little bit, "They're on this plane."

The entire first class looked at him, "No way!"

"You guys gotta help me," Blaine said to them.

P!nk stood up and nodded her head, "Right." Everyone else agreed with her, "Yeah!"

A few minutes later, Kurt heard the intercom come on and he heard a voice he thought he recognized but knew it couldn't have been.

"Good afternoon, everyone," P!nk was talking into the small speaker, "We're flying at twenty-six thousand feet, moving up to thirty thousand feet. And we got clear skies all the way to Las Vegas." She grinned and winked at Blaine, "Right now, we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment. One of our first class passengers would like to sing you a song inspired by one of our coach passengers. And since we let our first class passengers do pretty much whatever the hell they want, here he is."

Kurt looked around and realized he was in coach. He wondered who the lucky person could possibly be and then he heard singing. A voice he had grown to know and quite possibly love.

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad.
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
Oh, all I wanna do is grow old with you.

Kurt dropped his SkyMall magazine as he realized that it was Blaine. He had tears forming in his eyes.

Blaine was still in first class borrowing a guitar from one of P!nk's band members, he was reading his lyrics off the take out bag.

I'll get you medicine when your tummy aches,
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks.
Oh, it could be so nice growing old with you.

Kurt looked around the plane and soon realized everyone else was interested in what was going on as well. But then he watched as Blaine walked through the curtains singing the song to him.

I'll miss you, kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold,
Need you, feed you, even let you hold the remote control.

Tyler suddenly woke up and he looked around at his surroundings. He looked up and saw Blaine, "What the hell is that fruit doing here?"

Kurt wasn't listening to him though, he was entranced by Blaine's singing and guitar playing.

Standing up, Tyler moved into the aisle making his way towards Blaine, but was stopped by the drink cart, "Get out of my way. Get out of the way."

"Excuse me sir," the man said, "I have to serve the beverages."

Tyler tried to make his way through a row of seats and he landed with another cart being pushed at him.

P!nk was standing there pushing the cart into him, "Oh, how are you doing sir? Chicken or fish?"

"You better get out of my way, Pinky, or you're gonna get hurt," Tyler pointed at her.

"Oh, yeah?" P!nk said crossing her arms over her chest.

A heavier set man wearing a P!nk shirt stood up and glared at Tyler, "Don't you talk to P!nk that way!" He pushed the cart in Tyler making him fly back and the open bathroom door hitting him.

The flight attendant slammed the door shut and locked Tyler inside.

Blaine walked closer to Kurt singing his song and strumming his guitar. He ended kneeling down on one knee in front of Kurt.

So let me clear the dishes in our kitchen sink.
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink.
Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you.

The entire plane's crew and passengers broke out into applause.

"That was the most beautiful song," Kurt said with tears in his eyes.

Blaine leaned over, "I got a confession to make. That song was about you."

Kurt let out a small giggle, "Good."

Swallowing, Blaine knew he had to say the words, "I'm in love with you."

"I am so in love with you," Kurt said finally happy to have said the words out loud as well.

They were leaning forward to meet for a kiss, but stopped when P!nk tapped Blaine on the shoulder, "Hey, Blaine, that wasn't a bad song, you know. I'm going tell those record company guys about you."

Blaine let out a laugh, "Mind if I gave him a kiss first?"

"Oh, yeah, you do what you gotta do," P!nk said leaning back.

Lifting his hand up to cradle Kurt's face, Blaine brought their lips together in a kiss.

In the end, Blaine and Kurt got the wedding they each wanted, but along with the wedding they had a marriage and love, plus someone to grow old with. And those are what was most important.