It was 8.46am when Kurt pulled into the driveway at his house in Queens. He sat for a moment, waiting, hoping that he would find a way to wipe this awful deed from his memory. He wished that he would never have to think about it again, but somehow he knew that it would be all he could think about in the future.

"I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I amnotgay," he kept whispering over and over again as he stared out of the windshield in front of him, his knuckles white from his tight grip on the steering wheel.

He knew it was a lie. The greatest lie in his life. But it didn't stop him from keep telling himself – perhaps to make it easier to keep telling other people, to keep the people he loved in the dark. Or in the light actually, considering how much it would mess up if they knew the truth.

With a deep breath Kurt stumbled out of the car, his head throbbing and his feet heavy. This was around the time Marley and the kids would be having breakfast and he figured that he could go in and face all three of them at the same time so it was over with. All done in one take.

"Hey stranger. I thought you said you weren't going to stay out late last night. You passed out on someone's couch?" Marley grinned as he walked in the door. He kicked off his dress shoes and hung his coat on the hatstand by the door.

"Hey daddy," Milo blabbered with his mouth full of apple and his blond curls a mess on his head.

"Hi everybody. Looks nice," Kurt stammered awkwardly as he walked through the living room area to the kitchen where his family was gathered by the table at the other side of the counter. He ran his fingers through Lily's brown locks and sat down in his usual chair.

"Hey daaaad," the girl smiled dozily without taking her eyes off her cereal.

"You look like you haven't slept at all. You didn't break up the party until now?" Marley asked and leaned in for a kiss.

I kissed a man.

He leaned in to meet her halfway, accepting her kiss with a peck. He couldn't deny her a kiss, but he could always hold back and use the excuse of morning-after-breath.

"Not much, no. I think I'll eat something and sleep for a few hours, if that's okay," he mumbled and squeezed his lips together, doing his best to not think about what he had used those lips for only six hours earlier. Right now he just hoped she wouldn't realize that he was avoiding all questions that could potentially lead to trouble if he was honest. He just couldn't lie to her.

"Of course. I'm just gonna go to the store and get some things, anyway. Do you want anything? Aspirin, something?" Marley asked, concerned eyes resting on him.

"No. That's okay. I'll just... sleep it off. Thanks, though."

I don't deserve this woman.

She caressed a hand down his cheek, her eyes still searching his face for a moment, before returning to cut out fruits for Milo. Kurt grabbed a piece of toast and put it on his plate. He stared at it for a while before he nicked a piece of orange from Milo's plate instead.

"I'm sorry. I think I'll just go straight to bed instead. Can you hold it all up here with the terrorists?" He asked, feeling his eyes roll around his skull as he blinked.

"Sure. You aren't gonna be sick, are you? Cause I would really appreciate if you kept that to the bathroom," Marley said and winced, her button-nose adorably scrunching by the thought of her husband being sick all over her sheets.

"I think I'll be alright. Just wake me up if you need me," Kurt sighed and got to his feet.

"Are you sick, dad?" Lily asked and pushed her empty cereal-bowl over the table before grabbing her glass of juice.

"Nah, just tired. I'll be fine. I just need some sleep," Kurt said in a feigned light voice.

"Go to bed, babe. You'll just feel worse if you stay here," Marley said and reached out to squeeze his hand. She smiled up at him and Kurt forced the corners of his mouth to twitch in response.

"Thanks," he mumbled and squeezed her hand back before he turned around to head for the stairs, dragging himself up to their bedroom.

He stripped off all of his clothes and pulled on one of his old college t-shirts, then he dived directly into bed. His own sheets, his own pillow and comforter. The smell of his home and his wife, his life and his fabric softener. All of it his own.

Yet he could still smell the hotel soap on his fingers, the hotel shampoo in his hair. He could taste the hotel toothpaste –and the stranger's lips and tongue– in his mouth. He could feel the hotel sheets –and the stranger's skin– on his arms and legs and face.

Will I ever get away from this feeling?

He turned to pull Marley's pillow into his arms. Some ridiculous hope in the back of his head told him that maybe the smell of her could make him forget the smell of the man. He fought to hold back a sob, but still the tears started rolling down his face; silent so his unknowing and happy family downstairs wouldn't hear.

"I'm not some home-wrecker," the stranger's voice sounded in his head.

But I am, was all Kurt could think in response.

After twisting and turning for what felt like hours (but probably only was 30 minutes, or something close to,) Kurt finally fell asleep. He needed the sleep badly. He was worn out. From the party, from the alcohol, fromthe sexand from crying himself to sleep in a hotel room. He had no energy left, nothing more to spend or give.

xXx

"Kurt? Honey? Wake up. You're having a nightmare," Marley's voice sounded and her hand was resting on his cheek. Kurt hurried his eyes open and found her looking at him with big, wary eyes.

"Hey. Are you okay?" She asked and shuffled closer to him on the bed.

She wasn't under the comforter, but her body was pressed against his. Kurt was really happy that their closeness was separated by the thick fabrics. He couldn't be close to her now. He probably smelled like the man.

"What? Yeah. Yeah, I'm... good. Just a bad dream, I guess," Kurt mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and the tears he undoubtedly had continued shedding while he had been unconscious with hangover sleep.

"You must have had a lot to drink last night. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so hungover. Sam's best man must throw some awesome parties," she cooed and stroke a hand over his hair.

His throat clogged up by the mention of Sam's best man. (She can't see it on you.) He bit his lower lip and let his hand find his wife's. He was rewarded with a weak smile and a brief spark in her eyes.

"You sure you'll be able to have dinner with your dad and Carole tonight? I can cancel if you want. Finn probably won't be looking much better than you," she crooned.

"No. No, don't cancel. I'll be fine. I'll just need a shower," Kurt assured her and squeezed her hand.

"Alright. Good. We can always leave early if you need it."

She pressed a kiss to his forehead the way she always did when he was sick or upset in some way. She rolled onto her back and sat up. She reached around to her own nightstand and grabbed a bottle of water and a glass of pills.

"Here. Aspirin. Just take two. You need them, babe -" she told him, her maternal tone filling her voice and it reminded Kurt of when Lily had been in bed with a terrible virus. They hadn't known what it was and they were worried sick, but after a few days Anna Maria told them that a bad virus was flowing around the kindergartens and schools, but it was nothing to fear. It just needed to ride out by itself. They had taken turns sitting by Lily's bed every night until she was better. Marley had made Lily's favorite soup and held her hair when she was throwing up. In Kurt's eyes Marley truly was the best mom his children could ever have.

He fought to sit up in the bed, his brain slower than usual and his eyes needing a few seconds to focus. He shook his head to get rid of the dizziness and accepted the water. He swallowed down a few aspirins and let Marley take the bottle when he had emptied it completely.

"That's my boy," she grinned and put her arm around his shoulders to drag him close, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I don't deserve you. You're so good to me," Kurt said, the words burning on his tongue. She had no idea how much he meant them.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. I'll find a way for you to repay me tomorrow," she chuckled, her fingers caressing his arm – from his elbow, up his bicep and under the sleeve of the t-shirt. The touch that used to be the most comforting feeling he could have, now it only set him on edge and pushed him deeper into the pits of self-loathing.

xXx

When Kurt and Marley arrived with their kids Finn and his family were already there. His wife, Emily, was sitting on the couch with Carole, keeping an eye on their 9 months old daughter, Ana, who had found a love for pulling herself up by the edge of the table, falling to her butt and giggle, then repeat. As always it only took Lily a few minutes before she was by the baby.

Milo quickly found his grandfather as usual, begging for attention so he could tell stories from kindergarten. The moment they walked in the door Finn's 7 year old son, Billy, – from a former relationship – was over Kurt. He had always adored Kurt and it was very visible in his words and way of act around people whenever Kurt was near, since the boy would do anything to impress him.

"Hey bro. Still alive?" Finn grinned at Kurt as he joined him and Burt in the kitchen. They were sitting by the table with a beer each as Milo had snuggled up to his granddad in his lap.

"Yeah. I uhm... I survived," Kurt said awkwardly and sat down.

"Sure you did. You left pretty early," Finn said and took a sip from his bottle.

"I didn't really feel well. Did you have fun?" Kurt asked, doing his best to steer the conversation away from him. He really didn't need focus to be on his activities after he broke from the party at the club.

"It was cool. I don't think I've ever seen Sam so pissed drunk," Finn chatted, sheepishly accepting a scolding glance from Burt when he heard the swear-word while Milo was in the room.

"I bet he was," Kurt nodded, not bothering to tell Finn to mind his language near his son – he was in his dad's home, here he could allow himself to rely on his dad to take the heavy battles for him.

"But it was a late night for the rest of you, I can understand," Burt commented and ran his hand over Milo's blond hair, shifting his position a little. Sometimes Kurt wondered what his dad would do once Milo was too big for cuddling up against him.

"We ended up at some diner around 4, I think. We had something to eat and then we pretty much parted to sleep it off," Finn shrugged.

"Sam's best man disappeared pretty early, though. He's gay, so he probably wasn't exactly into where we went after the club, if you know what I mean," he smirked.

Kurt's stomach took a roll by the mention of Sam's best man. An image of sparkling dark eyes flashed for his inner vision, making him feel like he was about to be sick.

"Did you even get to talk to him? Apparently Sam has known him since they were, like, 12 – but I've never met him before. He was really cool, though -" Finn commented and emptied his beer.

"I don't know. I didn't really talk to him," Kurt hurried to say.

It wasn't really a lie. They hadn't done much talking. And most of the talking that had been between them had been Kurt continually stating that he wasn't gay.

Dinner went on without problems. It was a typical family night with exchanging of stories about how life was treating everyone. The kids told about their experiences of school and kindergarten, Finn and Emily told about how Ana was starting to form sounds towards words and experimenting with transporting herself around on her feet rather than hands and knees.

All the way through the evening of listening to his family being happy and loving with each other Kurt didn't say a word unless he was addressed. His head felt like it was exploding, and had no appetite so he mostly just transported his food around on his plate with his fork. He was screaming on the inside and he felt like he was slowly choking. The moment everyone were done eating and Finn started helping his mom cleaning the table Kurt shot to his feet and headed for the bathroom.

When he was finally there, away from the chatty voices and the eyes where he felt like everyone could see his deed painted all over his face, he splashed cold water into his face. He continued the act a few times, but when it had little to no effect he grabbed the towel and dried his face. For the first time since the night before he dared to look himself in the mirror.

The reflection that met him disgusted him. This wasn't the face of a faithful husband and loyal dad – this was the face of a cheater, a liar, a betrayer. Yet, it surprised him how nothing had changed at all. The only thing different on his face was that he looked exhausted.

After a while he decided that he had to return to the living room. He went back to sit on the couch with his niece in his lap, listening to his nephew's stories of a field trip he had been on with school. He nodded all the right places and kept mentally reminding himself to keep focused. Every time his thoughts drifted back to that hotel room with a strange man on hands and knees just for him Kurt was about to slap himself. Instead he strengthened his grip on the baby and tried picking up on the current subject the adults were discussing.

As the night came to an end he was relieved. He would be able to go home and put his kids in their beds, singing lullabies and kissing them – before he could crawl into bed and sleep away from reality.

"Thank you for tonight. Dinner was really lovely, Carole. Sorry we have to go early, Kurt wasn't home until 9 this morning," Marley explained as she buttoned up Milo's jacket.

"What? He left the club at, like, 2 last night," Finn said confused.

Everyone stared at Kurt. He was in the middle of pulling his coat on when he was hit straight in the gut.

"Well, yeah... I left the club at 2 – but I went to a hotel to sleep," he stammered, uncomfortable about the eyes of his entire family locked on him.

"So you left to go home, but went to a hotel first?" Finn asked, seeming even more confused than he did before, not unlike the rest of the family around them.

"Yes, Finn! That's what I said," Kurt snarled, doing his best to not appear too bothered by the questions, but it was honestly a tough job.

"But... why didn't you just come home then?" Marley asked, stop mid-motion with her coat in her hand.

"I – I was too drunk to drive. So I figured I would sleep it off first," he explained, trying to shrug it off, but the guilt from the lie was thickly filling his mouth and made his tongue feel like it was swelling.

"Good. I'm glad you did then," Marley smiled and gently squeezed a hand around his arm before she put on her own coat. She didn't seem to think any deeper about the issue, like it was pushed away as quickly as it had appeared.

Everyone hugged everyone. That was the way they did things in their family. Usually it was nice, but Kurt couldn't shake off the feeling of being choked, so tonight he mostly wanted to skip that part. However, he hadn't been prepared for the feeling when Finn hugged him.

The feeling of two masculine arms closing around him, a man's hands on his shoulders and arms – he was thrown back to when he had been a fumbling teenager and had a crush on Finn; captain of the football team. The way he had seen him in an almost holy glow and the butterflies were spreading when they accidentally brushed against each other during glee club rehearsals.

He knew now that it hadn't been anything but a stupid teenage crush fueled by that one time Finn had defended him in the halls when two bullies had been going at him. An extension of admiration for a protector. For a long time after Kurt got over his crush on Finn he kept telling himself just that; he wasn't gay, he had just been emotionally confused because he was lonely and harassed by bullies, so when Finn defended him his appreciation had been distorted by his loneliness.

Now that feeling of Finn hugging him only reminded him of how it had felt when the stranger had pressed him against the wall, the stranger's hands on his hips and the stranger's hands on his back. The way the man had grabbed his ass and squeezed it like it was the best thing he had ever been allowed to hold, the way the man had ran his fingers over Kurt's chest and arms –the fire the man had ignited inside of him.

He had to quit. He couldn't keep thinking about that. It needed to stop. He kept his head up on the drive home and was happy when Marley offered to help the kids get ready for bed, because he still looked like he wasn't feeling well. When both kids were safely in their beds he went to their rooms to sit by the side of their beds and tell them goodnight and that he loved them very much – just like every other night. Only tonight he had to bite his lower lip and ball his fists until he had left their rooms so he could take a deep breath and force the tears back, their cute voices declaring their love for him in return echoing in the back of his head.

He rushed through his own night preparations. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, stripped off his clothes and pulled on the first-best pajamas he could get his hands on, before he crawled into bed and curled up. If he was lucky he would be asleep before Marley was finished in the bathroom.

Naturally that wasn't so. She tiptoed over the soft rug through the dark room and slipped under the comforter. He could feel the slight pressure on the mattress as she laid down next to him, and almost immediately after he felt her arm around his waist and all of her lovely female frame pressed against his body.

"Are you asleep?" She whispered, her voice so low it was almost a rasping through the quiet space between them.

"Almost," he lied, not opening his eyes.

"Okay. I just wanted to know if you were better. I don't want this to turn into some flu or something. I hate it when you're sick," she cooed and slipped her fingers under his t-shirt on his back.

"It won't. It's just hangovers, it'll be gone tomorrow. I promise," he said, now opening his eyes slightly, only to be met by Marley's blue orbs.

"I hope so. A good night's sleep can do miracles," she assured him maternally.

"Goodnight, honey -" Kurt mumbled thickly, focusing on her pink lips.

"I love you, Kurt -" she whispered and moved closer, pressing her body so close to his that he could feel the absence of her bra and the contours of her abdomens. She put her lips to his for a soft kiss as her thumb stroke over the smooth skin of his back.

"I love you, too," he crooned, faking a yawn that he hoped would let her go to sleep.

It didn't take long before he could hear in Marley's breathing that she had fallen asleep. He dared his arm around her and she automatically shuffled into his embrace. He buried his nose in her hair, letting his brain and body be filled by the scent and feeling of his wife – still, the last thing he thought about before falling asleep was dark curls, brown eyes and the grin of a stranger.

xXx

Work would surely be a refuge because it was home away from home and it was where he should be able to collect his thoughts. This was what Kurt kept telling himself in the car on the way to Manhattan Monday morning.

Boy was he wrong.

Monday he buried himself in work, not even putting it aside during lunch or his usual coffee and snack breaks where he used to get up and walk around to chat with the other people working at the magazine.

Instead he stayed by his desk with his open laptop, calling people and writing emails. He stayed until late evening so when he would go home it was around time the kids went to bed, and he could help them get ready and had them tucked in. After they both had said goodnight to the kids Kurt and Marley watched the news and discussed the world-situation before going to bed themselves.

Tuesday followed the same pattern. Both days also consisted of a ghost of lips over his neck, and hands on his naked back. Every time he allowed himself a moment's pause, his brain rushed to the thought of how he had got drunk and fucked another man.

Images of Marley's face if she ever found out flashed for his eyes every time he blinked. He remembered every time she had cried while he had known her – he hated when she cried. It broke his heart.

His dreams at night were enhanced versions of the scenarios his brain produced while he was at work. The stranger telling everyone about their nightly escapade. Marley screaming and crying that she never wanted to see him again. Lawyers telling him he could never see Lily and Milo again.

When he fell asleep at night Marley curled up against him as they always slept – the difference was that now her cute, feminine hands on his skin reminded him of big, masculine hands claiming his skin with dragging nails and lust. Her soft, sweet kisses reminded him of full, forceful lips massaging against his. Her smooth, fit thigh sneaking between Kurt's reminded him of strong, muscled thighs with dark hair and tan skin.

Wednesday his head was heavy. He couldn't find focus on the open document on his MacBook and around noon his colleague, Quinn, stopped by his desk.

"You look like crap," she said with a raised eyebrow as she entered the room.

"That's sort of my point. Do you have anything to kill my headache? Pills or whatever," he asked and massaged two fingertips at the bridge of his nose.

Kurt had known Quinn since college. After school they both tried out different things, but Quinn quickly got herself a good job at the magazine. When Kurt was a freelancer and suddenly had wife, a kid and a new one on the way he needed a steady job, so Quinn saved him an interview at the magazine. They had developed a close bond and to everyone she was his 'work-wife'. Besides Marley, it was always Quinn Kurt would turn to with the heavy issues weighing in his life.

While Quinn was out to find something to relieve the throbbing in his temples Kurt couldn't help considering if he should tell her what had happened. He knew that if he told her to never repeat the words to anyone she wouldn't. Their confidence was strong and he could count on her to respect it.

"Here. Have these. They're miracle workers," she said and put a bottle of water with a glass of pills on his desk. While another colleague might have left his desk Quinn sat down on the chair in front of the desk instead.

"Come on. Let it all out. What's going on?" She said and made a 'gimme'-motion with her fingers.

"What? No, there's nothing. I might be coming down with something, that's all," Kurt said as casual as he possibly could.

"You have been working your ass off this week. If you're coming down with something that's not exactly the best strategy to shake it off," she commented. Sharp and honest was Quinn's trademark.

"That bachelor-party went okay?" She asked.

What the hell? Does she have a sixth sense or something?Kurt thought.

"Yeah. It was cool. Booze and guys," Kurt said, hoping it would be enough to brush it off.

He wasn't going to tell her. He couldn't. Then she would raise the sexuality-question and he could not go into that. She would poke into it, and she would be honest like always, so he would start feeling even more guilty than he already was.

No. It was for the best to never speak of it again and it would go away by itself. This way Kurt would also be allowed to simply forget it – something he hoped would happen soon.

"Sounds very guy-like, yeah. But if you want my opinion you should just take Friday off. You can do that, I don't think we'll have too much this weekend. Then you'll have some time to get better before the wedding on Saturday," she saidas-a-matter-of-factly.Darn that she always knew his calendar by heart.

"It's okay. I can handle it. I have some things I want to finish this weekend, and I think there'll be a lot to plan with that political theme we're running for January," Kurt declared.

"Sure. Just let me know if you need anything. And whenever you wanna tell me what it is you aren't telling me," she sighed, her last remark a bit pointy.

She got to her feet and left down the aisle between the desks, her dress swaying around her legs and her heels digging into the carpet. That was Kurt's cue to run his fingers through his hair with a sound resembling the one of a hurt animal. Damn her knowing him better than most people.

For the rest of the day he was perusing the latest issue of the magazine, reading drafts for his newest articles over and over again, drinking bottles and bottles of water and switching between opening and closing the window.

When he finally left the office he sat grabbing the steering wheel in his car in the dark parking house for 30 minutes before he finally turned the key, making the engine purr to life and drive back home.

What I did was bad. It doesn't make me a bad person.

No one will have to know.

It's not like I'm ever gonna do it again.

It willneverhappen again.

I can't even remember what he looked like.

Lie. Liar liar liar. His eyes looked like sparkling chocolate and his teeth were snow white even after we had been eating and drinking all night. His hair was black curls tamed by a heavy layer of gel. He had tiny freckles over his nose. He had a birthmark on his back, right under his neck. He was gorgeous. He could have been a model in one of my own underwear spreads. Liar liar liar.

Stop thinking about him!

If I keep letting this control my thoughts it will hurt Marley and the kids. If I don't tell them but let myself be controlled by this I'll hurt them anyway.

I have to let this go. Push it away. For them.

That's it. From now on, whenever I think about it, I will pinch myself. Torture-psychology.

He took a deep breath and got out of the car. As he walked to the house he wasn't as confident as he wanted to be, but he definitely tried convincing himself that he could grow to be through the night.

With the constant mantra of "I will not let this define me. I will push this aside for my family – and my sanity!" Kurt got through the night.

After dinner he sat down by the dining room table to help Lily who was determined to read through an entire chapter of a book without help, he watched Marley play with Milo who was very caught up in showing her how Lily's Barbies easily could be friends with his cars.

For a moment all Kurt did was dwell in the feeling of being with his family, the laughter from his son and the cheers from his wife, the way his daughter had asked him to sit with her, the cat curled up on the couch in their warm, cozy house decorated in Halloween paper-pumpkins Lily had made herself in kindergarten and proudly presented to her parents.

I screwed this up. If the truth gets out all of this will disappear.

No. Stop!

The rest of the evening he did what he could to get as much as he could out of his evening with his family. He let Milo fall asleep in his lap and tickled Lily until she couldn't breath, laughing along with her and enjoying the love radiating from Marley. He hugged his wife for no other reason than the need to show her how much he cared for her, and kissed her cheek as he pulled her close for watching TV when the kids were safely sleeping in their beds.

It almost took away the growing lump in his throat, and nearly removed the despair that had permanently lived in his eyes whenever he caught his own reflection.

Almost.

xXx

I can't do this anymore.

Yes, I can. It's better for Marley to not know, than for her to know.

Kurt was starting to doubt whether he was going crazy or he was more sane than he had ever been. If he could even survive the week, not to mention the rest of his life.

xXx

Saturday morning Kurt woke up with relief filling him. He had survived a week without breaking down. Now he just needed to keep it in the positive direction. He got up and prepared breakfast for everyone before they got out of bed themselves. He woke up Marley with kisses on her forehead and a promise of fresh coffee in the kitchen.

"Are the kids awake?" She mumbled and kissed his chin.

"No. I was gonna wake them up now," Kurt smiled and sighed.

It went very fast and he couldn't have prevented it. Before he knew it Marley giggled against him and threw the comforter over him so she could pull him close, kissing down his neck and over his collarbone. Her hands were seeking down his underwear on his ass while she was pressing her crotch against his.

"Then I guess we can have a little morning fun," she said with a teasing smile, getting ready to dive under the covers.

Kurt panicked. It was too soon. He couldn't do that, he couldn't let her do that. Her fingers were digging into the flesh on his ass, nails sharper than the stranger's had been. The feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest – soft and full, nipples hard and ready – reminded him of trimmed pecs and abdomens.

He pushed her away.

"No. No, what if the kids wake up? What if they come in? And just..." he stammered.

"It's okay. You know we always hear them when they're coming. Come on, Kurt – it's been over a week. I miss you," she tried, not judging or blaming – but lustful and sensual, her hand running from his back to his front, grabbing for his soft dick.

"Baby, we have so much to do before the wedding," he objected, kicking himself mentally for maybe making her feel unwanted.

"Damn, you're so reasonable. But don't think I won't get you drunk and take advantage of you tonight," she sighed, but her teasing spark remained as she let her palm slide out of his boxers, doing a good job touching everything she passed on her way.

With a kiss smacked right on his lips she crawled out of bed, headed for the bathroom. Kurt took a moment to collect himself, push away the guilt and self-hatred, before he corrected everything in his underwear and went back to his original plan of waking up the kids.

They got the kids dragged out of their warm beds and ate together. They took turns showering and then helped the kids showering as well. Kurt helped them get dressed while Marley put on her dress and make-up. Kurt did Lily's hair and made sure her hat wouldn't fall off.

In the true spirit of Sam and Anna Maria it was a Halloween wedding – kids were going to be in costumes, grown up costumes were optional. Lily had declared herself as Peter Pan, so Kurt had taken the task of sewing her costume himself. Milo had refused to be anything that wasn't a pumpkin – so regardless of how cliché the parents thought it was they had got their son an orange outfit.

Marley looked stunning in a light blue dress with spaghetti straps and her brown waves fastened with a cute blue pin at the back of her head. She was wearing a nice set of jewelery Kurt had bought her for their 5 years anniversary. She was a perfect light and pure contrast to Kurt's dark green suit and tie.

xXx

The wedding was held in a hotel in Manhattan. Everything was cutely decorated in orange and gold pumpkins and leaves. They were directed to their seats by an usher from the hotel staff, sitting a few rows behind Sam's family. Lily sat neatly on her golden chair next to Marley but Milo instantly crawled into Kurt's lap. They chatted with the other guests, hugging and shaking hands, being polite and smiling.

After a few minutes with chaos around their heads, caused by people looking for their seats and for family or friends, Finn and his family joined them. They greeted each other and fell silent as the rest of the room quieted around them.

They directed their attention towards Sam waiting at the end of the aisle, dressed in a superhero costume. His own superhero. Blue tights, patterned as had they been jeans matched up with a tight, green shirt with an acoustic guitar on his chest. All of it spandex of course, except for his All Star sneakers. He couldn't be a superhero and wear normal fabrics. Naturally the outfit was ended with a cape matching his tights.

That's when Kurt's heart dropped. His throat tied up and he could feel all blood disappear from his face.

Next to Sam his best friend – best man – was standing. Wearing a similar outfit, but with a nerdy, purple bowtie printed at his collar instead of a guitar print on his chest.

He was whispering lightly to Sam, very possibly calming him down, considering Sam looked like he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. The man was soothing his hand down Sam's arm and looked very confident in what he was telling him. After a moment Sam nodded in accept and they returned to their spots.

The stranger sent a glance around the room – and ended on Kurt, sending him a wide smile.