Fuck, what am I doing? He feels so good. I've missed this feeling, his weight pushing me down into the back seat of his car. Oh god. What am I doing?

"Fuck!" I scream as his thigh slips between my legs and ruts upward.

"Kurt," he murmurs breathlessly as he bites another mark into my neck.

"Blaine, god what are we doing?" I huff out as I try to stop my body from rocking on his leg.

"Kurt," he pulls away from my neck. "I love you, and I've missed you so much. Please. Take me back," he pleaded quietly.

We both stop. The only thing I can hear is our heavy breathing and the soft sound of Etta James in the background.

"I... I just don't know," I whisper as I hang my head down, not wanting to look him in the eye.

At that moment my pocket chooses to vibrate.

I sigh and take my phone out of my inner coat pocket.

Mercedes is calling.

"Hello?" I answer, making Blaine sit up and face the front of the car.

"Kurt, where are you? The ceremony is about to start!" she yells, sounding frantic.

"Shit," I whisper. "We'll be right there," I say as I sit up and look down at my watch.

Fuck, we're late.

"We? Who is we? Kurt Hummel, wha-"


"Goodbye Mercedes!" I interrupt and end the call before she can jump to any conclusions. Whether they are true or not, she doesn't need to know.

I look up and over to see Blaine with his head in his hands, pulling at his loose curls. A habit I learned a long time ago, meaning he was trying to keep himself together.

I reach out and put my hand on his shoulder.

He looks up at me and it takes all that I have not to grab his face and kiss him again, but I know it wouldn't be the best idea, not to mention we are running late.

I pull my hand back and stare down at my feet.

"We have to go," I say quietly.

I reach over to open the door, but a hand is suddenly on my shoulder and I turn back towards him.

"Kurt-" his mouth opens, trying to find the right words. "I- I meant what I said. I love you and I'm sorry. I know I messed up, and it has killed me every second of every day since it happened. He meant nothing to me. Eli-" he stopped and grabbed his face.

I didn't realize when they started, but now the tears won't stop. I can't control myself. My hand is itching to do something it has been wanting to do since that day in Central Park. I just... snap.

"How dare you. Why would you think it's okay to bring this up, let alone say his name in front of me?" I reach my hand up to wipe away the tears as my head hangs low.

I look up at him through tear-filled eyes. His cheek is a sharper shade of red, but he isn't holding his face anymore. His hand is reaching towards me. I can't do this.

I lean back and he stops. I take a deep breath and watch as his expression shifts from disbelief to hurt. I'm about to start hyperventilating, but my body reacts as fast as possible, fight or flight kicking in. I turn, practically ripping the door handle off, and push the door open.

Fumbling out of the car, I almost hit the ground but catch myself, palms hitting the rough pavement. I stand up straight, brushing off my suit pants and fixing my jacket, ignoring the pain in my hands. I make one last swipe at my eyes as I practically sprint towards the chapel.

When I reach the front steps Mercedes is waiting for me. It's almost our turn to walk down the aisle and join the rest of the wedding party on the alter. I can see her taking in my appearance. My no doubt-mussed hair, the purpling marks decorating my neck, and of course my red puffy eyes that I would assume stop her from asking any questions for the moment.

I clear my throat and walk up the stairs to stand next to her. I offer her my arm.

"Shall we, milady?" I give her the best smile I can.

"It's about time." She smiles as I open the door and we fall in line behind Finn and Rachel.

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The ceremony is beautiful. The former Ms. Pillsbury looks stunning and Mr. Schue doesn't look half-bad either. From my place at the alter all I can see is the happy couple, though I might turn for a second when the chapel's side door opens and a disheveled, puffy-eyed boy finally makes it to his seat beside his brother. Cooper wraps his arm around his brother's shoulders as I find my shoes so very interesting for what feels like the thousandth time today.

After the I Do's are exchanged and the bride is kissed, we all make our way to the reception being held in the hall in the back of the four-acre lot that the chapel sits on.

I somehow avoid running into the brothers Anderson, in favor of sticking to Mercedes's side like glue. She is the only think keeping me together. She is regaling me with all her fabulous L.A. adventures as I tell a few New York stories in return, and before we knew it it was time for the couple's first dance. Mercedes and the rest of the glee girls are given the honor of singing "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face", as the rest of us watch the couple fade into their own little world.

I can't help but smile as I watch them indulge each other in their fairytale ending. Their smiles and the way they hold each other close brings the few tears I have left to the surface. I blink them away. I turn in my seat, looking around for my dad and Carole until I find my eyes locking with him.

His hair is still mussed, and his eyes are still red rimmed, but the hurt that filled his face is no longer there. In fact, there is nothing there. Just a boy I once knew staring into my soul as I just sit there. I look down at the table, being the first to break the trance. I pull myself together fast enough to realize the girls have stopped singing and Mercedes has joined me once again. Her gaze is locked in the direction from which mine has just averted. I quickly grab the glass of water in front of me, down half of it, and clear my throat. Some Top 40 hit is now playing, and I need a distraction. I stand and reach out my hand to Mercedes.

"May I have this dance?" The smile I am straining to show falters. It has been quite some time since I first heard those words. Her hand in mine snaps me back to reality as she pulls me out onto the dance floor.

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We make it through four dances, salads, and dinner before she asks me.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened, or are we just going to ignore it all night?" She isn't trying to be harsh, but mentioning him at all right now still feels like a stab to the chest.

"Can we- can we just not tonight? I want to enjoy someone else's fairytale ending, and forget about the man I once thought would give me mine. Tomorrow I will face reality, but for now... I just want to dance with my best friend." I give her the most genuine smile I can muster up and she pulls me closer.

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We dance to a few more songs until the music stops. Mr. Schue hops up onstage and the DJ hand him a mic.

It's about time they cut the cake...


"Now I know this is a big day for Emma and me, but a special friend of mine asked me for a huge favor. Since today is all about the celebration of love and new beginnings, I couldn't say no." Mr. Schue smiles.

The lights in the hall dim. I turn to Mercedes, but she is gone.

What is going on?


And then the music starts. I freeze. The doors at the back of the hall open, I snap my head to the left and there he is. Still looking like he had his heart has been ripped out, only this time he has a mic and ear piece wrapped around his ear.

This can't be happening. He isn't...

Oh but he is...

I'm afraid that I gotta do what I gotta do
But if I let you go, where you gonna go?
We gotta make a change, time to turn the page
Something isn't right, I don't wanna fight you

He's looking at me with the same pleading eyes he had back in the car.

We've been through tougher times, you know it gets worse
We can turn this around please let me be first
And as I feel your tears spilling on my shirt
Something isn't right I don't wanna fight you

He is walking toward me. His hand is stretched out.

Should I?

Hey you, come over and let me embrace you
I know that I'm causing you pain too
But remember if you need to cry
I'm here to wipe your eyes

He is singing directly at me, ignoring all others. This feels like a last ditch effort and I think... I think it might be working.

Tonight before you fall asleep
I run my thumb across your cheek
Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes
I know I made you feel this way
You gotta breathe, we'll be okay
Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes

He's moving in front of me now. Hand still stretched out, begging and putting it all on the line.

When did I cross the line?
How could I forget?
Why did I let the pressure get into my head?
Your broken heart requires all of my attention
'cause something isn't right, I don't wanna fight you

I cave.

Hey you, come over and let me embrace you
I know that I'm causing you pain too
But remember if you need to cry
I'm here to wipe your eyes

He pulls me closer, as if he was going to float away if he let go.

Tonight before you fall asleep
I run my thumb across your cheek
Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes
I know I made you feel this way
You gotta breathe, we'll be okay
Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes

I rest my forehead against his. I missed this. His body pressed against mine, in a completely non-sexual way - instead in a way that makes me feel as though I'm home. His arms are my safety net.

He pulls back, tears falling from his eyes.

Please don't lose your faith
Don't worry 'cause I'm here to keep you safe
I promise if you let me see your face
That I won't let you down
I won't let you down
I'm here to wipe your eyes


And there it is... a new promise.

I look directly into his eyes and nod.

Tonight before you fall asleep
I run my thumb across your cheek
Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes
I know I made you feel this way
You gotta breathe, we'll be okay
Cry 'cause I'm here to wipe your eyes


When the music cuts out, I lean in.

He spares no time. His lips crash into it, sealing the deal with a kiss that has meant more than all the others and that is mine.

He is mine again.

And I am his.