Seven years later.

Blaine sat next closely and cozily next to his husband to be, listening to his brother give a drunken, yet heart-felt congratulatory toast.  “Blainey, I told you, I told you big things were going to happen for you.  You came to New York, you’re marrying this hansome devil.  I love you, little brother, and I couldn’t be happier to be adding Jonathan to the family.  Cheers!”  The rest of the small wedding party raise their glasses of champagne in celebration.  Blaine smiles and Jonathan and rubs his back.  The table finishes up their dinner and walks to the exit, Blaine and Jonathan hand in hand.

“Thanks for doing this Coop, flying all the way out from California for me.  You really are a great brother.”  Blaine says now faces Cooper’s wife.  “Now you, make sure he gets home safe.  I’m gonna need him.”

“Awe Squirt, I knew you loved me.”  He grabs onto Blaine’s arm and tries to stable himself on it.

“Easy there. I need you to come pick up my tux with me tomorrow.”  Cooper reaches to ruffle Blaine’s perfectly quaffed hair, but he bobs at just the right minute.  “Night Coop.”

“Night Blainey!” Cooper yells back as he and his wife begin to walk down the block.

Blaine shook his head and laughed and turned back to his husband to be.  “Listen, I’ve just got a couple of things to do tonight before I come home, but I’ll meet you there.  You don’t have to wait up.”

“Oh, you better believe I’ll be waiting up,” Jonathan says seductively.

“Ooh, well in that case, I promise not to be long.”  Blaine winks, gives his fiancé a peck on the mouth, let’s go of his hand, and walks down the street.

He walks past a table of used books, Love in the Time of Cholera, Emma, and Hmm, Blaine thought, Catcher in the Rye, I wonder… he opens it, but only finds a blank inside cover.  That’s 79 copies he’s looked in at 34 different used books stands and none had his mystery man’s phone number scribbled inside.  It had been almost seven years, and still he never forgot the magical night he had with the tall, clumsy, boy.  “Ah I forgot I’ve read that book.  Sorry.”  He continues walking toward the piano shop where he needed to finish some transcribing for his latest musical.  But on his way, he passed it.  Serendipity.  Blaine thought for a second, walked inside and asked for a table.  He ordered a frozen hot chocolate and sat at a booth by himself and reminisced.  Hmm, guess it wasn’t meant to be.

Blaine had given up on “fate” and “destiny” about a year after he met Kurt.  He realized it was all silly and naïve and finding the love of your life doesn’t just happen because it’s supposed to happen.  You find each other because that’s who happens to be on the long line in front of you at Starbucks.  You have to make it work.  You have to introduce yourself to people.  Put yourself out there. 

Blaine finishes his drink, pays and when he gets his check, sees some writing on a dollar in his change.  It couldn’t be.  It wasn’t.  It was a “wheresgeorge.com” stamp.  Huh, I guess one of those might have been helpful on that dollar.

He walked around the corner and down the next few blocks to the piano shop and began playing.  Three hours later, he left, headed back to his apartment where he was greeted happily by his partner.

­­­­­Kurt had left New York after he finished college at the New York Academy for the Dramatic Arts.   He headed out to Chicago to see another scene of theatre.  He and Steven had broken up a few weeks after he left New York.  A devastating break up on both of their parts, but long-distance rarely works out in anyone’s favor.  Now, after three years in Chicago, he was moved in with his boyfriend, Anthony, in a two bedroom apartment in the city center.  He had a great job as a costume designer at the Civic Opera House and gave vocal lessons on the side.  He was comfortable.  But he was bored.  He didn’t like staying in one place all the time.  He liked travelling, being able to do new things every day.  But he liked his life with Anthony.  It was safe, and he was his rock. He wasn’t going to mess that up by moving far away again.

So when he came home after a long day of sewing to a dining room full of rose petals, a bottle of champagne on the counter and a small box on the table.  He was speechless.  A huge smile overcame his face.  Anthony walks in the room in a fitted tuxedo and the ring in his hand.  “You have to say yes first!”

Kurt jumped up and down.  “Yes yes, of course yes!”  They ran toward each other Anthony gave Kurt a firm kiss as he slipped the ring onto his right hand.

“And, Shaundra said she could book the book tour around the honey moon.  How does Hawaii in May sound?”

“Sounds soon! This May?” Kurt said, ripping away a little frantically.

“Oh c’mon Kurt, I know you, I know you have a wedding binder hid behind all those librettos of yours.  H And I’ll be with you the whole way.”

“Okay…Okay!”

“Okay?”

“Yes let’s do it! Let’s get married in May!”

The kiss again.  Kurt reaches for the phone to call his best friend.  “Rachel? Rachel! Anthony proposed!”

“Oh I’m so happy for you!”

“You’ll be my best man?”

“Of course, are you crazy?  You’ll be my maid of honor whenever I get married.”  Rachel was beeming.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see you!”  Now Kurt was, too.

“You should take a trip out to New York!  We have to talk details and colors and everything! I miss my best friend.”

“I know, it’s been way to long since I’ve been out to New York.  I miss it.  I miss you!”  Anthony came up behind Kurt and put his arms around his waist.  “Oh okay, I’m going.”

“What?”  Rachel said.

“No, I was talking to Anthony, but I have to go.  I love you!”

“Get your butt to New York!”

“Okay, I will. Talk to you later.” Kurt hangs up the phone and instantly falls into his boyfriend’s—fiance’s(!) arms.

The next morning, as Kurt and Anthony at scrambled eggs and toast together before work, Kurt mentions, “I think I’m going to go to New York this weekend.  It’s been to long since I’ve seen Rachel.  Is that okay with you?  Do you need me for any fiancéical duties this weekend?”

“No, actually that’s perfect, I have a couple back to back meetings this weekend with some publishers so I won’t be around much.  Have fun, sweetie.”  Anthony grabs Kurt’s hand and they get back to their breakfast.