"I'm going to break someone's heart either way."

14 Days Until Kurt's Wedding

The first time Kurt opened his eyes that morning, he wished he could close them up and have everything go away. Attempting to do so, he realized this wouldn't disappear. Kurt racked his brain desperately trying to remember last night. He remembered up to the club, but somewhere in the mix of people, dancing, and drinking far too much, Kurt's memories failed him.

Something happened between then and now because when Kurt opened his eyes, all he saw was Blaine.

"If you're awake, be awake. I'm not dealing with jumping on the bed and dragging the covers off," Kurt demanded, noticing Blaine's eyes shift under his lids. "Blaine, open your eyes."

Blaine's face twisted but his eyes opened in the next second. They just stared, not thinking anything, not doing anything except looking.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Kurt mumbled, "Tell me what happened."

Blaine sighed, lifting himself into a seated position against the headboard. Kurt's heart sunk, fearing the worse.

"I don't really know where to start. When did you start forgetting?" Blaine questioned, pulling the blankets against him.

"I don't care about everything," Kurt groaned. "Tell me about us. Tell me what we did." Blaine leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling. "Blaine."

"Nothing," Blaine said.

"That's a lie!" Kurt fought, getting up onto his knees.

"Kurt, how are you so sure? I promised nothing would go wrong, didn't I?"

"I heard you!"

Blaine's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What did you hear?"

"When Finn texted you, I followed you."

His eyes opening with realization, Blaine muttered, "How much did you hear?"

"Blaine, when did you plan to tell me you loved me? Oh wait, you never planned to!" Kurt said upset.

Looking sheepish, pulling his knees to his chest, Blaine gnawed on his lip.

"Kurt, you shouldn't have heard that," Blaine said finally.

"I shouldn't have heard that? That's kind of a big thing, Blaine!"

"What difference does it make?" Blaine fumed, flailing his arms.

"I just think you should have told me."

"Like how you love me? Don't you think you should have told me that, Kurt? That you've always loved me?"

Kurt's mouth dropped open. What? What was he-

"That's what happened last night," Blaine continued. "You said you loved me now and that you always have."

"I said that?" Kurt mumbled, horrified, his hand over his mouth.

"Kurt, you're not allowed to be mad at me. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hear you say you didn't love me too. Watching you choose another man would have been hard enough."

Kurt sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the floor. Hugging himself, he shook his head at Blaine's words. The bed moved and Blaine was next to him.

"You said you loved me. Do you?" Blaine asked very, very quietly.

"Blaine, I can't-"

"Kurt, I know you choose him. You even said so last night. I just need to hear it."

"I am in love with you, Blaine," Kurt said blankly, slowing down each word. "I just can't be."

Blaine stood up, walking towards the door. "I won't interfere," and then he walked out.

1 Days Until Kurt's Wedding

Kurt dreaded seeing Blaine. Months ago when neither knew they loved the other, Blaine promised to help set up for the wedding rehearsal and dinner. So, that day had come, and Kurt's gaze was fixated on the door, waiting to see if Blaine would keep his promise.

Blaine peeked tentatively around the corner. Immediately, they locked eyes.

Do you want me here? Blaine's face read.

Kurt glanced around the room. Everyone's arms were full. Everyone was distracted. He made up his mind quick. Keeping his eyes on Alek, Kurt walked towards Blaine. Without so much as a look, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him down the hall. Kurt opened the first door he found – a storage room.

"Kurt, I think you should kick me out. I'm not thinking straight," Blaine quaked.

"What?"

"How long have you loved me?" Blaine blurted. "How long have you known?"

"Blaine…"

"Kurt, I'm not playing games anymore. You love me. I love you. All I've been thinking about for two weeks is you. I just need answers," Blaine said, eyes full of sadness.

Kurt nodded slowly. "I was nineteen when I fell in love with you."

"You were…nineteen?" Blaine choked. "Why have you never told me?"

"Because of Eddie, Blaine!" Kurt cried. He looked devastated to be having this conversation. "You were so in love with Eddie and you kept going back to him. What was I supposed to do, wait around?"

Guilt filled Blaine's stomach. "You love Alek."

Incredulously, Kurt exclaimed, "Of course I love Alek! What kind of stupid-" Blaine flinched at Kurt's tone, so he stopped mid-sentence. "I wouldn't be marrying him if I wasn't in love with him."

Blaine hesitated with his next question, unsure if it was too much, too soon. Realizing, he only had so much time, he asked, "When I was going to marry Eddie, how did that feel?"

"I accepted it, Blaine," Kurt said sternly, "something you need to do."

"I can't accept how stupid we've both been. I've loved you for years, Kurt! I never wanted to admit it to myself because I cared too much about you to screw things up. When Eddie came, it was a good distraction. I was so hurt, so in love all the time that I put whatever I felt for you somewhere deep inside me. When he left, when I didn't have him to fall back on, I realized. I won't accept how close we were."

Kurt was slumping against the door. He was breathing in deep, long breaths. He wasn't looking at Blaine. Inside, he wanted to disappear. He wanted all of this to disappear.

"I'm going to break someone's heart either way," Kurt whispered.

"I've always been the good guy. I've always said that I wanted you to marry Alek. I don't want him to get hurt because I know exactly how getting left at the altar feels, but I'm going to be selfish, Kurt," Blaine said in a rush, as if the words were poisonous. "Kiss me."

Kurt's stomach flipped at the command. The silly, in-love nineteen year old inside of him submerged. He never thought he'd hear Blaine say that, not to him.

"I can't, Blaine," said his reasonable twenty-three year old self.

"I never kissed you before. On New Years when we kissed, something changed. Kissing you felt bigger than fireworks. It was more like atomic missiles exploding. I never felt that way before."

"Why are you telling me this?" Kurt questioned, his voice hoarse.

"I want you to feel that."

Sighing, he said, "I am marrying Alek, Blaine."

"Tell me you don't want to kiss me, Kurt," Blaine spoke confidently, striding towards him.

Blaine pressed Kurt's shoulders against the door then cupped his face with both hands. They remained this way until it was too much for them both.

"I want to kiss you so bad," Kurt breathed.

Hiding how surprised he was, Blaine inched closer. His eyes fluttered shut. Blaine's lips were hovering over Kurt's. As soon as Blaine's lips made contact – just a touch, just a millimeter of skin touching – Kurt whispered something.

Kurt said, "I'm getting married in the morning."

Lips touching as lightly as humanly possible, Blaine froze.

He continued, "Kissing you won't change anything." Blaine dropped his hands from Kurt's face. "I want to kiss you, Blaine. I don't want to hurt you. I want to give you everything, but I can't. I just…I made a commitment."

"What do you want though? If you had to choose…"

"Blaine…stop."

"If you had to choose…"

Slamming his fist at his side, banging it against the door, Kurt yelled, "I'd choose him, Blaine! I'd choose him!"

Blaine looked taken aback. Obviously, he didn't expect the outburst. He also didn't expect that reply.

"Why couldn't you leave? Why don't you understand I don't want to do this? I made my choice years ago to give up on you, Blaine! Why are you so late? Why didn't you realize sooner?"

Gasping, tears rolling down his face, Kurt collapsed into Blaine's arms.

"You chose Eddie," Kurt wept. "You'd be married, and I'd be marrying Alek, and no one would be getting hurt."

"I just love you, Kurt," Blaine whispered helplessly, hugging Kurt so tightly it hurt.

"If you love me, let me marry Alek. Let me go like I let you go. We chose years ago, and we didn't choose each other."

Blaine pressed their foreheads together. Being selfish didn't work. What did he think was going to happen? That Kurt would run away with him without thinking about Alek? He had to be the good guy again. Kurt didn't need this the day before his wedding. Blaine cringed at the thought of tomorrow.

"As your best friend, you need to get back in there before people start wondering what happened to you," Blaine said, rubbing gently at Kurt's back. He had to add the 'best friend' bit because if he had his way, Kurt would never leave his arms – they'd never leave this tight closet.

Blaine pulled them apart, thumbing at Kurt's tears. He gripped his friend's shoulders tightly, looking into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Kurt sobbed.

Blaine smiled sadly. "It's not your fault. I should have taken the risk the second I realized."

"You're my best friend, Blaine," Kurt whispered, crashing into Blaine's arms again.

Blaine waited until Kurt was ready to let go. When he did, Blaine wanted to pull him close again. Time kind of froze when they hugged, like the wedding wasn't approaching – they were just holding their breaths in time.

Allowing himself this one little thing, Blaine leaned forward and kissed Kurt's cheek. Kurt choked back a sob. It was middle ground, not as passionate as a kiss, yet not as friendly as a hug.

"I'm going to go, okay?" Blaine said, opening the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." He struggled with that sentence.

It took Kurt a few minutes to compose himself. As soon as he walked back into the hall, he saw Alek. Alek reminded him of Blaine and thinking of Blaine broke his heart, so he cried. Drowning in tears, arms were suddenly around him.

"Kurt?" Finn asked. "Kurt, what happened? What's wrong?"

"Bl-Bl-Blai-" Kurt spluttered, unable to say his name. Gasping, he said quickly, "Blaine."

Finn called over his shoulder, "Just finish up. I have Kurt. Alek, no seriously, man, I got this."

Finn pulled him away. Somehow, they found a couch, and he got tugged down onto it.

"Blaine told you?" Finn whispered into his ear.

Kurt pulled away frantically. "You knew?"

Finn broke eye contact, looking very guilty and very sad. "You didn't?"

Kurt sobbed harder. "No," his voice quivered.

Finn hugged Kurt again. "Alek loves you," he offered.

"But I'm hurting Blaine, and it's killing me!"

As Finn patted down Kurt's hair, Kurt slapped away his hand. "You'd hurt Alek if you'd choose Blaine."

"This is worse. This is so much worse."

Finn grabbed at Kurt's arms and pushed him away, holding him so he'd be steady. Finn waited until Kurt's eyes met his.

"Maybe that means something," Finn said shortly.

Eyes clearing, tears still spilling down his face, Kurt's stomach hollowed. What was that supposed to mean?

"Kurt," Alek's voice said from down the hall. Both boys jumped. "We have to start."

Nodding sadly, Kurt picked himself up. He wiped away his tears and walked to Alek. He took his fianc�'s hand. Before they walked through the doors, Kurt looked back at Finn. His brother gave him a half-smile, a very sad half-smile.

Kurt didn't hear anything as they ran through the ceremony. He was numb. He physically couldn't take anything in. It was like someone was in his brain, taking the reigns, telling him to breathe, to walk, to stand.

"Do you, Kurt Hummel, take thee Alek Haber to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and cherish, 'til death do you part?" the fake minister asked.

"I do," Kurt vowed without thinking, and before the thought even reached his mind, he added, "I think."

Immediately realizing what he'd just said, Kurt whipped his head up, but not to look at his shocked fiance - to look at his best friend Blaine.

But Blaine wasn't there.

"You think?" Alek spat. "You think?"

Kurt felt dizzy. It was rare for him to faint, but he was wishing, hard, for it to happen now so he didn't have to be here anymore. Please.