The next day, the day of the wedding, took quite a turn of events. The actual wedding went fine. All throughout the vows, hymns and, of course, the 'I do's', Kurt looked so happy he could literally burst. A smile plastered on his face, his eyes glistened like the starry sky and his suit suited him remarkably. He would occasionally glance over at me at the top of the altar beside Finn to give me a huge grin.

Rachel looked beautiful. Glossy satin was displayed in all of its glory on the slim snow- white gown; lace lightly dusted with crystals highlighted the exceptional neckline that spilled into cap sleeves. The dress also featured a corset back and extremely long train that travelled the length of the altar steps.

I couldn't help but marvel at Finn's face. An ecstatic smile bloomed upon his features. It was the sort of smile that clung to your lips like cake crumbs. It wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried. This was the happiest day of his life. He looked over at me as soon as Rachel said 'I do.' and the smile on his face was so powerful that it seemed to sweeten the air in my lungs. He was madly in love, and nothing was going to take that away from him.

It was at the wedding reception where things started to get a little, well, weird. As soon as the wedding ended and everyone filed into the dining room, Kurt seemed to be a little hesitant. We would make a little eye contact here and there but nothing more. I sat at my assigned seat and just watched him, walking around; talking to others; laughing with one guy who was highly attractive.

Me? Jealous? Never.

He walked over to the buffet, complete with greens, browns, yellows, creams and a couple of blues – which I stayed far from. In the centre, there was an enormous wedding cake. Layer upon layer, the cake was quilted with fondant flowers of pinks, reds and whites. Chocolate brown spirals framed the borders and the pillars were coated with white sprinkles. It was quite a masterpiece.

I noticed him nibbling on a piece of green lettuce and that was when I confronted him.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I snapped, hardly caring about him almost near-death experience and he began to lightly choke on his food.

"What?" He spluttered.

"You know exactly what. Kurt, why are you ignoring me?" I repeated more sternly, the fire in my eyes almost burnt my eye sockets.

The tone in my voice caused Kurt to pause, swallow, look at me and put his plate down on the table. He took my hand and led me outside, the cool air ran through our clothes. We rested at the altar and sat in penetrating silence. It took a good few moments before someone spoke.

"...I can't do this!"

"Do what?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"This! You, me, us! I can't do it." Kurt said.

"Why?" I whimpered.

"Because I don't love you!" Kurt paused., "...Not in that way...and I don't think I ever will.

That hurt me. Hard. Imagine Edward Scissorhands climbing into your throat, travelling down your windpipe and coming to your ribs. Imagine he takes his fucking stupid scissor hands and starts snipping away at your heart. Got it yet? Yeah, that's what it felt like.

"What...what do you mean?" I said, tears pooling,

"I don't love you like that."

I huffed out a laugh.

"What?" An irritable tone rose in his voice.

"You're a dick. See, now, this is what you do to people. You make them feel sorry for you. You make them do stuff for you and then what do you do? You screw them over. You're a selfish bitch who only cares for himself. The only person who matters to you is you. Did you even get Finn a congratulations' present yet? No, of course you didn't because you were too engrossed in screwing everybody over in your stupid lies. I travelled from fucking New York to be here for you. I came here to be him for you. Your 'Mr. Right', your boyfriend. I did that because you're too pussy to face your family and tell them the truth!" I yelled, hardly stopping for breathers; the tears finally came.

"Stop shouting at me!" Kurt cried, achingly loud.

"No! I won't. I have the right to shout at you. I could shout from the rooftops over and over again if I wanted to. I wouldn't care what people thought because I-"

A sharp blow was heard as his hand connected with my cheek. I sat there, stunned. There were no words, no words at all to explain the anger I felt. I weakly stood up, rubbing my sore cheek with my hand and walking away.

"Where are you going?"

I laughed, "Back!"

"To the reception? To the hotel room? Or-"

"Back, Kurt. Home. I'm going back to New York."

"No, you're not. I need yo-"

"No!" I roared, "You don't need me! What you need is to stand up for yourself. Who cares that you've not been in a proper relationship yet? You're still young; you've got plenty of time for that. But right now? Right now you need to go back into that reception, and tell your family the truth. No matter how hard it is. Not matter how hard it hurts." I paused, looking back at him. "You owe me that."

Kurt ran up to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, "I'm so sorry." He wept, forcing me into a hug. However, I shrugged him away. "No, Kurt. You need to stop this. I'm going home, back to fucking college where Mr. Morse is going to destroy me now that my essay is late because of you. You're going to stay here until the five days are over. You're going to think about what you've done and once it's figured out, then you can find me and apologize."

Kurt paused, breathed and sulkily nodded his head.

"I'll see you in a few days," I nodded, before brushing off the anger I had and pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. "Bye."

Kurt angrily hummed his goodbyes through gritted teeth as I turned away and walked to the hotel room, immediately trying to forget about our fight.