The month of May came and went for the boys. Final exams were over, school was out, now they could really focus on the wedding, in theory at least.

Blaine had been asked by his dance instructor to come in during the summer to help with a youth dance program, and of course he said yes. Kurt had gotten a call from Isabelle not long after the final day of classes, asking him to come back to Vogue for the summer, he too said yes. So now they both have jobs and still not much time to plan.

Kurt was waiting on Blaine when he got home. He had their wedding binder out and papers laying all over the living room floor. "Blaine! We need to pick out invitations!" Kurt yelled as soon as he heard the door open.

"Okay, just let me set my bag down. Oh wow, that's uh- that's a lot of paper." Blaine took in the sight of a clearly frazzled Kurt surrounded by the stacks of papers and resisted the urge to pull out his phone to take a picture.

"Don't mind the papers, it's just trash. Get over here and help me pick out the invitations."

"Are you sure? I'm really gross and sweaty, maybe-"

"Blaine, I'm about three seconds from having a breakdown. Please come here and help me pick out the invitations."

"Okay, okay. What are our options this time?" Blaine asked as he made his way to where Kurt was sitting on the couch.

"We have the white and black one you wanted before, and then we have this one, it's almos the same thing, but it has some red in the design at the top. You can get the red changed to any other color but they all kind of look sloppy." Kurt held up two printed out invitations for Blaine to see.

"I like this one with the red, it looks good."

"Me too, and you should thank Rachel, it was her idea." Kurt tossed the unused invitation to the ground with the other papers and placed the one they'd picked in the binder. "I'll get them ordered tonight. I've got about thirty minutes to get to Vogue for Isabelle's meeting. I have no clue what time I'll be home, but I'll text you during a break." He handed Blaine the binder and stood up to go grab his bag.

"Have fun sweetie. I'll pick up the mess." 

"Thank you, you're the best. See ya when I get home, love you." Kurt blew Blainr a kiss from the doorway.

"I love you too." Blaine smiled and returned the kiss. Once Kurt was gone, Blaine sighed and moved to work on cleaning up the mess.

They didn't get a chance to plan much for the next two weeks, Isabelle had a fashion show she was prepping for and was constantly calling Kurt in. So once the show was finished, Blaine took matters into his own hands.

They were sitting in the living room when Blainne decided to bring up the wedding planning. "We need to pick music for the wedding. I know the Warblers will be singing, and God only knows what they're planning, but we need to choose out first dance song and any other songs we want."

"Well, we already know that we're singing Come What May, but should we dance while we sing?"

"We could. I think that would be awesome." Blaine smiled.

"Okay then, our first dance will be to Come What May, sung by us."

"Any other songs you want anyone to sing?"

Kurt thought for a second, should he ask? They'd made a deal to never talk about that night again.

"What is is Kurt? I can tell you're thinking about something." Blaine had a pretty good idea what it wasm, but he wanted Kurt to say it.

"I know we promised never to bring up the night you admitted to cheating, but I have to, I'm sorry."

"It's okay Kurt, what is it?"

"I-I want you to sing Teenage Dream, but I want you to sing it twice. One time at the piano because no matter what happened that night, you played a beautiful arrangement and I'd like to hear it without all guilt in your voice. Then I want you to sing it with the Warblers, the way you did when we first met because that's our song Blaine, and just like Battery Park, I want to get rid of all the bad energy that surrounds it."

Blaine had to turn away to wipe his tears. At the time, he'd never thought about how singing that song would ruin it for them.

"Blaine, honey, talk to me, what's wrong?" Kurt put his hand on Blaine's shoulder, trying to get him to turn around.

"Sorry, I-I just- I got a little emotional. Kurt, I'm sorry for tainting our song like that, I shouldn't have sung it. That song meant everything and I ruined it."

"No Blaine, no you didn't. You're going to sing it at the wedding and everything will be fine, okay?" Kurt hated seeing Blaine like this, it was part of the reason why he never wanted to talk about that night.

"Yeah, yeah okay. So uh- wh-what were we talking about?" Blaine hurriedly changed that subject, not wanting to see the pity in Kurt's eyes. He was long past wanting pity for what he did.

"Music. Do you have any songs you want?" Kurt asked.

"Actually, I do. I want you to sing Blackbird. That was the song that opened my eyes and made me realize I was in love with you.

"Ah yes, let's not forget to mention. You realized you wanted to be my boyfriend when I sang a song for my dead bird. You're such a romantic Blaine, no wonder the Gap Attack was such a success." Kurt teased.

"Kurt I- oh my God, can't we just forget that? Please?"

"Oh, and let's not forget the time you shared a drunken make out session with one Rachel Berry and question whether you were in fact gay or not."

"Kurt, stop it!" Blaine begged, his laughter gave him away though.

"Nope, it's fun watching you get all embarrassed like this."

"Fine, two can play this game. What about that time you had me try to teach you how to make sexy faces? Remember that? Baby penguin?"

"Oh don't you even-"

"You started it, I'm only evening out the playing field."

"We're acting like five year olds."

"So? What's the point in life if you can't have a little fun and goof off?"

"I take that back, I'm acting like a five year old, you actually are a five year old."

"If that's the case, I guess that makes you a stereotypical gay who's out to convert the children."

"Oops, you caught me. Now my master plan has been ruined." Kurt faked defeat, a smile forming on his face.

"I won't tell, I promise." Blaine winked.

"Okay, that's enough of that, it's starting to get a little creepy. You need to go shower and I need to get dinner started."

Blaine pouted but got up anyway. "Boo you're no fun."

"Stop pouting and go shower or you'll have to find your own food."

"Im going, I'm going." Blaine held his hands up in surrender and headed down the hall to their room.

Kurt sat there for a few minutes, just thinking, when an idea came to him. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number he hadn't used since their move to New York.

"Hello?"

"Sebastian? It's Kurt, I need a favor."