"I swear to GOD Santana you get out of the bathroom NOW!"

"Shut up Berry! I have to fix my hair!"

The entire glee club was sitting in a side room next to the wedding hall, awaiting their performance down the aisle for Finn's mother's wedding. Most of the guys were trying to figure out how to put on bow-ties and Blaine was happy to help. He'd had more than enough experience.

"This is the stupidest piece of cloth I have ever had the misfortune to deal with," Puck mumbled, fidgeting with the tie. Eventually he just knotted it and said it was a 'style'.

Blaine was fixing Finn's tie and Finn was staring at the ceiling, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm down. Blaine smiled at him as he finished tying it. "You okay buddy?"

Finn nodded and exhaled. "It's just kinda weird you know? It's my mom. I was really upset at first, but it's okay now."

Blaine nodded and patted Finn on the chest. "All done."

"Thanks." Finn looked at himself in the mirror before turning to the rest of the glee club. "Alright guys. You ready?"

Santana finally left the bathroom and the club cheered.

"Let's go get your mom married dude!" Puck shouted and clapped Finn on the shoulder.

Blaine laughed and followed them out, linking his arm with Mercedes as they walked to the holding room behind the hall.

Mr. Schuester met them there and gave them a small pep talk. The music started playing and he pushed the doors open, letting in Puck and Santana, Sam and Quinn, and then Blaine went next with Mercedes singing about wanting to find something dumb to do.

Finn was the only one at the rehearsal dinner, so he directed everyone down the aisle until they were lining up at the front, next to where Mrs. Hudson would stand and her future husband.

Blaine took his spot, winked at Mercedes standing next to him. Blaine didn't really mind being the only guy standing with the bridesmaids. Apparently Finn's mom really just wanted the heights to match and Blaine was pretty short.

Blaine looked across to the other side where Finn was standing next to Puck and gave him a small nod. Blaine then made his way to get a look at Finn's future stepfather, but Finn wasn't standing next to him. Blaine remembered Finn mentioning that the groom had a son, but he was definitely taken aback when he saw the lean guy standing next to Finn.

Kurt Hummel was the last person Blaine had expected to see.

Kurt hadn't seen him yet, but as Blaine saw him for the first time, Kurt turned and made eye contact. His jaw dropped a little and his eyes filled with guilt as he saw Blaine.

The wedding procession music started and Kurt closed his mouth and turned his attention to the priest. Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt for a moment longer, and then followed in suit with Kurt.

Blaine had never experienced a wedding that lasted so long in his life.

Mr. Schuester took the stage first, singing the couple's song to start their first dance and most of the glee club grabbed a partner and took the dance floor after the Hudson-Hummels.

Even though Mercedes invited him, Blaine remained planted in his seat. He didn't know how to tell her and Rachel that Kurt was there without them then wanting to cause some huge commotion. This was honestly the worst.

Blaine didn't have time to think about what he wanted to say. He was stunned. He expected he'd have to say something eventually, but right now, he was all for avoiding.

"Hey."

Blaine spun around in his seat and saw that Kurt was sitting in Mercedes' seat.

Blaine bit his bottom lip and swallowed. "Hi."

"I missed you."

"You did?"

Kurt nodded. "Despite what you may think, it wasn't my decision alone to stop speaking to you. I had to fix things with Jacob. We're both at a weird time where things are getting more serious and we needed to reevaluate our relationship."

Not exactly what Blaine wanted to hear but he smiled. "So you guys are good?"

"Yeah. He told me he loved me."

Blaine raised his eyebrows in what he hoped looked like a welcome surprise. "That's great."

Kurt nodded. "I haven't said it back yet. He wanted me to take a week. I stopped texting you because he was concerned and I didn't know how to apologize. It's all good now though. I'm very much excited to be your friend, and mentor, again."

"Really?"

Kurt scooted his chair closer. "I know we've only known each other a week, but I don't know. It seems like longer. You're really something special."

Blaine smiled. "I thought you were mad at me."

Kurt stood up and extended a hand. "I hope a dance is enough of an apology."

Blaine took Kurt's hand and walked to the dance floor with him. Just as they got there, the song changed to a much slower 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls.

They stared at each other for a second before Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine smiled and put his arms around Kurt's waist.

"Junior High style? Really?"

Kurt pulled Blaine closer and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Shut up. I'm a sucker for nostalgia."

Blaine smiled and leaned his head against Kurt's. Behind Kurt, he could see Mercedes and Rachel giggling and he mouthed 'shut up' before closing his eyes and listening to the music and allowing himself for just one minute to pretend that Kurt was his boyfriend.

After Blaine sat back down Kurt went to the bar to grab drinks.

Mercedes and Rachel sat down next to Blaine. They were silent for a second before Mercedes punched him.

"Who knew! Burt's son is gay! Now you can quick thinking about that stupid Dalton boy."

Blaine sighed. Rachel cocked her head. "What?"

"That is the stupid Dalton boy."

Mercedes looked back to the bar. "Damn. I'd pine over that too. He sure knows how to wear a vest."

"But Blaine, you two were slow dancing." Rachel gasped with realization. "Wait, did he break up with his boyfriend?"

Blaine shook his head. "His boyfriend just told him he loves him actually."

"You just cannot get lucky can you?"

"Well hello ladies."

Mercedes and Rachel practically fell out of their seats as Kurt popped up behind them holding two glasses of champagne.

Blaine extended his arm and took one as the girls collected themselves. Rachel finally got herself together enough to respond, "Hello."

"What were you guys talking about?"

Again the girls became flustered, but Blaine just gestured around the reception area. "It's a beautiful wedding."

Kurt smiled. "Glad you think so. I decorated myself."

"Damn!"

Kurt turned to Mercedes. "Excuse me?"

Blaine answered for her, "She meant you have exquisite taste."

Kurt took a seat next to Blaine and smiled. "Glad you think so."

Rachel and Mercedes gave each other a look before excusing themselves.

Blaine turned to say something to Kurt, but Kurt's phone started to ring.

He picked it up. "Trent? What? Dude, I'm at my dad's wedding, call Jacob."

Kurt gave Blaine a look that said he was sorry, and he stood up to take the call, leaving the reception area.

Blaine turned to look at the couples at the dance floor, and even though he wasn't dating Kurt and he was sitting at the singles table, he was happy.

Kurt was a good friend. It might be time to lose his crush and learn that just because a guy is gay and great and funny and talented doesn't mean that you're meant to be together.

"That was a fantastic wedding!"

Blaine nodded his head, concurring with Finn. Rachel leaned her head on his shoulder. Finn and Rachel were in the backseat of the car, Blaine in the front passenger seat, and Puck driving.

"I'm assuming we can have a party at your house right Finn?"

Finn looked at Puck through the rearview mirror. "Why?"

"They're on their way to their honeymoon! Free rein for us!"

"Fine. No drinking."

"No drinking for everyone besides me right?"

Finn rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Puck smiled. "Score."

Blaine leaned his head against the glass of the window. It was cool outside, it felt nice.

But he heard Rachel's voice from the back seat as she talked to Finn. "Why don't you invite your new brother-in-law? He's probably just going to be alone in his house without his dad."

Blaine whipped around and glared at Rachel, but not before Finn said, "Yeah. That sounds like a good idea."

Great.

The party actually turned out to be not bad. Puck got drunk pretty fast, but the rest of the glee club just snacked on Mexican food and sang along to Finn's CDs. Later they all piled up in the living room to watch a movie. Thanks to the girls outvoting the guys, Moulin Rouge was on deck.

Everyone sang along, even the guys who pretended they had never heard of the movie.

Kurt was sitting next to Finn, half singing along, and half having some brotherly bonding time that was long over due.

Despite being from Dalton and barely knowing anyone, Kurt fit in pretty well, and New Directions had a fun time.

It was Thursday morning and Blaine decided to stop for coffee, but to be quite frank he couldn't remember a time when he didn't stop for coffee before school. Today he had time to go inside and grab himself a Danish. A good start to the day.

With his pastry in one hand and his coffee in the other, Blaine couldn't really maneuver his door, and he dropped his keys in the attempt to open it.

As he bent down to pick up the keys, his coffee spilled on his pants.

"Damnit," he cursed under his breath, now trying to wipe off the spill.

Suddenly, he felt a large shove in his back and he tripped, landing headfirst into his car and falling onto the ground, spilling the rest of his coffee.

He turned around on the ground and looked up to see Karofsky standing over him. He tried to back up, suddenly realizing he was trapped, and Karofsky crouched down, reaching eye level with Blaine.

Blaine could see the hate in his eyes mixed with anger and Blaine knew that Karofsky could see the fear in his.

"We have two more days of suspension Blaine Anderson. Then me, Azimio, and the rest of the guys you kept out of school are going to be back."

Blaine swallowed and he could feel his breathing increase as his heart rate did the same. His head was throbbing but the pain was nothing compared to the realization that Karofsky now vocalized.

"You'll have nowhere to hide Anderson. And I will make your life a living hell."

Karofsky stood up and walked away, stepping on Blaine's Danish as he went.

Blaine sat on the ground stunned, tears brimming his eyes and a huge lump in his throat.

"Blaine?" A voice from the door of the coffee shop called out to Blaine and Blaine turned his head to see Kurt standing there.

Kurt ran over and knelt down next to Blaine and Blaine burst into tears, burying his face in Kurt's shirt.

Kurt just hugged him and rubbed his back, shushing him. He laid his head on top of Blaine's.

"It's going to be okay Blaine."

Blaine shook his head. "No it's not."

Kurt wanted to repeat himself, but he got the impression Blaine was tired of being lied to.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

Kurt pulled his head off of Blaine's and pushed Blaine off of his chest, looking into his eyes. "I think we need to talk to your parents."

"What can they do?"

"Teamwork." Mr. Schuester said the word aloud as he wrote it down on the white board and circled it. "We pulled off a great wedding guys. And we did it by working together."

Puck wolf whistled and the rest of the group laughed.

"Alright alright. But seriously. New Directions has reached a new level of unitedness and now you guys hang out together after school, work together for events. You guys are really a team. And we're going to win Nationals with this team."

"And my solo!"

The club fake-booed Rachel as she stood and curtsied.

Blaine stood in the hallway, unsure of what to say or how to say it.

But he gathered up his strength, lifted his head, and walked into the choir room.

"Blaine! You're late, take a seat."

"Actually Mr. Schue I'd like to say something."

Mr. Schuester looked confused, but simply said, "Go ahead."

Blaine looked at all the fellow members of his glee club and smiled. "You guys are my best friends. You've showed me what real bravery looks like, and what having someone who's got your back feels like, and I can't thank you enough." There were a few nods, smiles, and Blaine knew it all was going to make the next part difficult.

"In case you haven't heard, Karofsky, Azimio, and the other guys did not get expelled. They were given a week's suspension and they'll be back here on Monday."

"We'll protect you!"

"Yeah!"

"We're going to be there Blaine!"

Blaine smiled and started to tear up, so he looked at his feet and braced himself. "This morning Karofsky attacked me in a coffee shop parking lot after following me from my house." He looked up. "I'm not safe here. And I'm not going to give Karofsky a chance to prove it."

Mr. Schuester took a step towards Blaine. "What're you saying?"

"I'm transferring to Dalton Academy."

Mercedes stood up and walked over to Blaine. "Blaine…"

Blaine took a step back, tears rolling down his cheeks now. "I'm sorry, I can't-"

He turned and walked briskly out of the choir room, knowing it might be the last time he ever saw it.

Kurt sat in the coffee shop, coffee in hand, still shaken from the events that had transpired just a few hours ago. Jacob walked through the door and Kurt didn't even notice. All he could think about was Blaine.

"Kurt?"

He looked up and saw Jacob looking at him concerned. "Are you okay?"

Kurt nodded and forced a smile, gesturing for Jacob to sit.

"It's been a week."

Kurt nodded. "I know."

"And?"

That morning, Kurt had woken up and thought that today was the day. After two weeks, two unbearable weeks apart, he was finally going to see Jacob and be able to tell him he loved him too and their relationship was going to become more serious and everything would change.

But then Blaine was attacked and now he was transferring and everything was changing. And commitment scared Kurt.

"Blaine's transferring."

"To Dalton?"

"Yeah."

"That's not what I was asking about Kurt."

Kurt clenched his teeth and exhaled. "I can't say it Jacob. I don't know why but I can't."

Jacob nodded. "That's fine. I can wait."

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You're worth it."

Kurt smiled and leaned in and kissed him. Jacob kissed him back, but then stood and headed to the counter to get a coffee. "Be right back."

Kurt watched him go and wondered why he felt guilty and like he was doing something wrong.

Why couldn't he just say it back?