Great fics that fit in the universe I am writing in. They are interesting and helpful (but not necessary) pre-reading. To get around this site's anti-spam coding, all links are typed here with extra spaces and DOT instead of a period:

1) A sweet oneshot fic I love that is very much in keeping with the universe of my story, set during Glease: Bouquet Is An Understatement at fanfiction DOT net / s / 9126729 /

2) One that happens at Christmas senior year that would be a sad ending, but isn't if you consider it not an ending, but rather a prequel to this story: A Far Better Rest at fanfiction DOT net / s / 9086795

3) The Warblers' Point of view during "Shooting Star" is realistically laid out: Always a Warbler at fanfiction DOT net / s / 9208141

4) Blaine calls Sebastian after Finn's death in He Was Always Just THERE: fanfiction DOT net / s / 9744630

Please review, I'm truly interested any thoughts you have. Be kind about it though, as this is my first multi-chapter fanfiction. Now that I am writing the last chapter, I look back on it and realize it has a bit of a slow build with a fair amount of fluff on the front end. So bear with me and/or skim and skip to the meatiest parts, I promise it gets better (chapters 3 and 5 are must-reads)! Huge thanks to Thomas, Dori, Tereza and Rosalie for beta reading! Finally, I highly recommend you listen to the soundtrack as you read the sections where these songs are included, just hop on YouTube and search for our playlist by searching for the keywords, "Stop the Wedding Seblaine." PM if you have any questions about any of this!


Jeff's nose was pushed up against the glass. "Do you think Sebastian's house is as big as all of these? I knew he had money, but this is ridiculous. "

"Yeah, I saw a picture of it on his Facebook once...it's enormous," Nick answered.

David added, "On top of all this, Blaine's family is old money. So we're going to see some aristocratic types, too."

Wes peered out his window, which was difficult in a limousine full of Warbler alumni. "There are some well-heeled folks in college with me in the Ivy League, but this takes the cake. Who knew my laid back summer plans would end up including a wedding amongst high society?"

He gave a Warbler cry and Meatbox kicked in a beat. Wes started singing and the other Warblers fell into harmony (adapted from this soung):

[Wes]
"Just dig that scenery down the lane,
We're almost there to see Kurt and Blaine,
Away at college - years –one-two- three!
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now I'm going to be

[All]
In High, High Soc
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

[Wes]
The Warblers dance and sing to the beat,
Sebastian's the only one I've yet to meet.
They say he's changed his ways and that's good news,
But sumpin' kinda tells me that boy is nursin' the blues

[All]
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

[Wes]
High Society!

[All]
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety

[Nick]
He's got the blues 'cause his former crush,
Proposed to Kurt now in quite a rush,
Four show choirs, we all stood right there,
And now the silly boy is gonna marry a square,

[All]
In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

[Wes]
Square o tail oway

[All]
In High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

[Nick]
But, Brother Seb, just trust your bro,
To stop that wedding, Klaine'll be no mo'.
I'll sing a high note to start the fun,
And sing in such a way that he'll come back to you, son.

[All]
In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
In…High… [Wes scats]
So-ci…[Wes scats]
ety.

[Wes]
Can you dig the Warblers swinging in the beautiful High Society?

The group collapsed in laughter, though Nick and Wes knew that they were not alone in wishing there was a way to stop Blaine from tying the knot so young. As the limo pulled up on the driveway of a vast estate, Wes said with a laugh, "End of song, beginning of story."

Jeff breathed, "This castle makes Dalton look like a shack."

Wes rang the chiming doorbell.

A Windsor-knotted butler opened the door. "Are you some of Mr. Sebastian's musician friends?"

Wes answered elegantly, "That is correct, sir."

Nick teased in an undertone, "You really missed your calling, Wes. You'd make a great manservant."

The butler inquired, "What name shall I say?"

Jeff called out, "Tell him Harry Styles is here."

"Very well. Please follow me, Mr. Styles."

"Wipe your feet boys, "Nick chuckled, "Something tells me we have a long walk ahead of us."

Sebastian sauntered down a huge staircase. "Gentlemen…welcome to the actual dark side."

"Sebastian!"

"Seb!"

"This place is palatial!"

"Tell me there is a jacuzzi in my room!"

"Did you really grow up here?"

"Can I move in here while you're at Stanford this fall?"

Sebastian accepted the claps on the back, but rolled his eyes and shook his head at the shouting Warblers. "Guys, you'll scare the staff."

Wes extended his hand. "Sebastian Smythe."

"And you have to be Wes." Sebastian shook his hand respectfully. "How is Yale treating you?"

"The Whiffenpoofs are good guys, but they're not as loose and fun as the Warblers."

Sebastian didn't believe in beating around the bush. "Well I trust you heard things got a little too loose since you left, but I think those of us who just graduated left things back to how you knew them."

"I'm certain that you did." Wes tactfully changed the subject. "Quite a crib you have here."

Sebastian was dismissive. "Inherited wealth and all that…you can see why I boarded at Dalton."

Wes certainly did NOT see, but didn't pry.

Sebastian's phone rang. Since he didn't trust Sam to handle the stage lighting for the co-ed bachelor party they were planning, Sebastian was expecting a call from the rental company.

"Guys, your rooms are right at the top of the stairs. Go ahead and get settled and grab something to eat in the kitchen if you want. Sebastian pointed at an enormous archway. "Let's rehearse the bachelor party set in half an hour down here in the entry hall."

He stepped aside from the clamor and answered the call from a 310 number he didn't recognize. "Hello?"

"Sebastian? This is Cooper Anderson."

Sebastian had met Cooper twice. The first time was over Christmas break junior year when Cooper hid out with Sebastian and Blaine from the Anderson's Christmas party for extended family and society friends. They watched Christmas movies and played Rock Band video games late into the night. The second time was during the period where Sebastian tried, albeit awkwardly, to be a comforting friend for Blaine after the Kurt break-up. Cooper had been visiting for Christmas again when Sebastian came over in response to Blaine's panicked call about what to pack for his New York visit. After the suitcase was shut, Sebastian had stayed to drink hot rum and laugh at the brothers' armwrestling.

Sebastian liked Cooper, but not in the usual fawning way Blaine found annoying in his friends. He was amused by, but was unimpressed with Cooper's charm. Sebastian rather relished sparring with him, especially when Cooper would tease Blaine. He enjoyed seeing the smile he could produce on Blaine's face when he easily took Cooper down a few notches in an insult match to defend Blaine.

Sebastian was more than surprised by the call. "Coop… to what do I owe this exceptional honor?"

Cooper stage whispered into the phone, "Any…time…now." He hung up.


Cooper hung up and walked into the study. "Where's Blaine? I've been yelling my head off."

Mrs. Anderson chided as she bent over a seating chart, "You don't yell Cooper dear, you call a person. You yell if you're in pain."

Cooper sulked, "Well this wedding gives me a pain. I think Blaine is crazy to get married this young, to his first boyfriend ever, two seconds after they got back together."

Mrs. Anderson ignored his commentary. "Move those groomsmen gifts over to the other table, please dear."

"Mom," Cooper moved the boxes, "Blaine's sort of…naïve, you have to admit that."

"Blaine's just…a romantic…and idealistic. And very wonderful, always." Mrs. Anderson replied warmly.

"Yes, but…"

Cooper was interrupted as Blaine bounced in, saying, "Well, the welcome goody bags are all set in all the rooms. I can't believe this place is big enough to house most of the New Directions and our entire extended family!"

"Yes, I'm so grateful Sugar's parents are letting us use their beautiful home for the wedding," Mrs. Anderson replied.

"Are you sure she doesn't have a brother you could marry?" Cooper winked. "He could bankroll a movie for me to star in!"

Blaine shook his head, laughing.

Cooper barreled on. "Or of course there's Sebastian just in the next mansion over! Probably just as much money over there…maybe more. And we know he's gay. And good-looking…like actor-good-looking… handsome enough to not have to do theater. He could be on television or in the movies."

Blaine knew this was high praise coming from Cooper but rolled his eyes anyway. "Cooper, how many times do I have to tell you that Sebastian and I are just friends…"

"I've seen the way he looks at you, Squirt."

"Don't call me that."

"And the way he defends you when I pick on you…it's kind of adorable."

"He just likes picking on you," Blaine laughed.

"He just likes YOU. You're breaking his heart with this wedding, I bet…" Cooper teased.

Blaine's heart twisted a bit. "Stop it, Coop. He helped me propose to Kurt and everything. He told me he's fine…"

"When did he tell you that?"

"Cooper, leave your brother alone," Mrs. Anderson interceded. "Wait, is this the same Sebastian who came over to see you after Finn Hudson passed away?"

Blaine looked guilty. "Yes."

Mrs. Anderson looked out the window. "Charming boy. And yes - terribly handsome."

"He came over again? When?!" Cooper jumped on this new information.

Mrs. Anderson replied as Blaine's eyes closed in annoyance. "In May or so, spent the night…"

"Spent the night?!" Cooper grinned wickedly.

"Nothing happened!" Blaine yelled, "I just needed someone to talk to one night when I couldn't sleep and everyone else was hurting so I didn't want to call ..." He cut himself off and pleaded with his mother, "Can we just talk about something else?"

"I don't know why you're so jumpy about it, if it was nothing…" Cooper teased.

"I'm not jumpy…I just don't know why we are even talking about him. He was nice enough to let us use his house for the bachelor party tonight and to house the Warblers, but I don't even think Sebastian's coming to the wedding," Blaine said earnestly. "He didn't RSVP. And he usually spends the summer in Europe."

"Ah-ha! He can't even bear to witness…" Cooper was sweeping around the room dramatically.

"Cooper, that's enough." Mrs. Anderson said sternly. "Now Blaine dear, I thought it would be nice if you picked up your father from the airport this afternoon."

Blaine looked uncomfortable.

Cooper shot his brother a sympathetic look and stood up. "Squirt's busy with lots of stuff. I'll pick him up, mom."

Blaine thanked his brother quietly."Thanks Coop…I just…can't…deal with him today."

Shaking himself, Blaine smiled rapturously and jumped up on the couch in excitement. "Mom, thanks for everything you and Carole are doing. It's going to be perfect. My fiancé is perfect. Kurt is perfect, isn't he?"

"Kurt is perfect," Mrs. Anderson agreed. "But remember you're not at home and come off the furniture, dear."

Blaine jumped off the couch with acrobatic grace. "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world, I am so lucky he said yes…" Blaine was interrupted by familiar acapella voices in song, floating across the enormous lawn.

(Obviously they sing the song linked here)

The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came

Cooper smiled, "Ah ha, some Warbler action."

Blaine was confused. He didn't think there was a chance Sebastian would want to come to the wedding. Yet that was definitely Sebastian's voice. He remembered locking eyes with Sebastian as he sang the same song at Regionals last year, Sebastian's magnetic charisma entrancing the auditorium. Afterwards from their seats in the audience, the New Directions couldn't stop talking about it: how sophisticated the Warblers sounded, how they had gotten out of their simplistic two-stepping because of "Slushie Warbler" (Brittany's name for Sebastian). Blaine had been very proud of the Warblers and very exhilarated by Sebastian's first lead performance in competition. Quinn looked smitten until Santana reminded her Sebastian was definitely gay.

Blaine headed across the lawn to the Smythe estate.

You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no one else can see, you and me

Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can

Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away,
Away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came

The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now

My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came

Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can

Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away,
Away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came

The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now

My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came

I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came

The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now

My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came

Sebastian's lips curled into a small smile as he looked through the wide glass doors and saw Blaine approaching. Wes said quietly to David, "He's going to get nowhere with this kind of music. Good for the feet, nothin' for the heart."


As Blaine walked across the enormous lawn, he thought about Sebastian. He had been hitting on Blaine since the moment they met, but Blaine had gotten used to it and had even grown very fond of him. He was pleased to be one of the few people Seb seemed to respect and open up to. He also admired how Sebastian stood up to his fearsome father, something Blaine hadn't yet done with his own. Besides, once you got past the sharp tongue Sebastian was actually witty, intelligent, and refreshingly honest. Blaine admired his courage to do or say almost anything, no matter what others might think. He was also great company, having impeccable taste, and being a surprisingly good listener. And no, his constant flirting didn't hurt Blaine's ego.

Blaine had worried about him though, when he began to suspect that Sebastian was developing feelings for him. When he felt betrayed by Sebastian's blackmailing and scheming in their junior year, Santana proffered her opinion. "He was obviously pissed when he found out you and Kurt started doing the nasty, Short-Stack. Hell hath no fury like a bitch scorned. I didn't think that hip-swinging sex maniac had a ticker under that preppy blazer, but anyone can see that bastard has it bad for you." Blaine worried she was right, but couldn't say no to Sebastian's overtures to become friends again after Karofsky's suicide attempt that year.

He was glad to have his friendship after the Kurt break-up. And when Sebastian didn't hit on him, Blaine thought Sebastian wasn't interested in that way anymore. Still, sometimes he thought he saw something more meaningful in a look or an expression that made him worry again. So to err on the side of caution, Blaine didn't plan on telling Sebastian that he and Kurt slept together at Mr. Schue's almost-wedding. But as he walked into their next coffee date, Sebastian took one look at him from across the room and called, "You got laid, yes?" Blaine didn't think he could blush any harder.

They had gotten in a fight about it, Sebastian arguing that Kurt was stringing him along and Blaine insisting that they would end up back together. They made up, but he could feel Sebastian begin to distance himself, and over time Blaine had to accept it, especially when his school workload and activities made it more difficult for him to reach out more often to his friend.

He learned the situation was much worse than he feared when he found a hollowed-out Sebastian sitting by the lake after Blaine's proposal to Kurt. Sebastian wanted to cut ties and Blaine agreed, until he called a few weeks later in a deeply sad moment following Finn's death. Blaine mourned, Sebastian listened, and the next morning, Sebastian left. "Call if you need me again," he had said. Sebastian's green eyes looked sympathetic, but his mouth was in a carefully neutral expression. Blaine didn't think it would be a good idea to call again.

"Blaine!"

"Those short legs made good time across that gi-normous lawn!"

"Well he doesn't have a ball and chain on him yet."

"How are you doing, man?"

Blaine's heart warmed as he was surrounded by his old Dalton buddies, but he was concerned by the detached and cool look on Sebastian's face. "Can I talk to you privately?" he asked Sebastian in an urgent undertone.

"Ok guys, we're sounding great, now let's see how we can re-choreograph on a smaller stage," Wes said tactfully, corralling the rest of the group smoothly away from Blaine and Sebastian.

Blaine poked his head into the library and gestured for Sebastian to follow him in. Sebastian strolled behind him, lagging behind to enjoy the view of Blaine's backside. "You've lost a little weight, haven't you, Killer? Thankfully not where it counts the most."

Blaine turned to face him with big, questioning eyes. "Seb, what are you doing here?"

Sebastian laughed lazily. "You didn't think I would let those blazered toddlers loose in here with just Wes as a den mother?"

"So…you're here...to chaperone? And you're not coming to the wedding?"

"Of course I'm coming." Sebastian said innocently.

Blaine's looked puzzled. "But you didn't have to come, I told Kurt and anyone else who asked that you would be in Europe this summer."

The trademark smirk appeared. "Blaine, clearly my RSVP must have gotten lost in the mail. I'm not sure why you didn't call me to confirm, rather than make grandiose assumptions."

"Stop acting like a jackass. You know why I would have assumed you wouldn't want to come."

Sebastian grinned. "It's not a problem if I come, is it? Unless there is not enough cuisine?"

Blaine sighed. "Why do you have to be like this? Seriously, why are you here?"

"I came, Killer," Sebastian looked up darkly. "To see you get married."

"But I thought you wouldn't…wouldn't…" Blaine looked down.

"Wouldn't what?" Sebastian said coolly.

Blaine trailed off, looking guilty. "Wouldn't want to see me marry Kurt."

Sebastian paced the parquet floor. "Now why wouldn't I? I saw you propose to him, I even rehearsed the Warblers and added my matchless tenor to the mix." He smoothly replicated a turn from the proposal number for Blaine. "It's only fitting that I would get to see you put yet another ring on it."

Blaine was apologetic. "Seb, when I asked you to help with the proposal, I didn't...I didn't realize…"

"You didn't realize what?"

Silence.

"Come now B, what did you not realize before you came careening down the halls of Dalton asking for help from the group you abandoned AND blew the whistle on? What didn't you realize?"

"I didn't realize how much…" Blaine almost whispered.

"Really Killer, that public school should have taught you graduates how to complete sentences."

Blaine's heart wrenched. "I didn't realize how much you…" Blaine whispered the painful words, "loved me."

"Hmmm...I never said LOVE."

Blaine protested, equal parts guilt and equal parts exasperation. "But at the lake…"

"Okay, okay, okay." Sebastian raised both hands in the air. "I've turned over a new leaf, so I'll stop messing with you. Plus you've got me...you caught me in a weak moment at the lake and I can't take that back, nor the note I left you." (author's note: see blainedarlingDOTtumblrDOTcom/post/62709805402/ for a copy of the note)

Blaine softened, his concern mounting.

Sebastian was calm and matter of fact. "I was honest then, so I'll be honest now... I'm still in love with you. And I don't think you should get married."

Blaine looked incredulous. "Seriously? You've come to me on the day before my wedding to tell me that you don't think I should get married?!"

Sebastian looked out the window. "Yes, the timing could have been better. But that's true of almost all of our history, isn't it, Killer? I blame my tardiness on too much drinking after Mademoiselle Hummel said yes. Scotch does tend to throw off my timing. But it's a good thing that I've come to my senses just in time, since no one else seems to have the balls to intervene."

Blaine's jaw hung open.

Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "Don't look so surprised. Surely you can't be so naïve to think that there won't be anyone else at your wedding faux smiling like I did at your over-the-top, cheesey, circus-like proposal. You are still 18 and getting married to the only guy you've ever dated."

Blaine looked wounded and still in shock.

"For awhile, I too thought that was the kind thing to do. I did, however, decide I couldn't stomach having to actually witness your mistake live and in-person. I was supposed to be on a plane to Paris two hours ago." Sebastian pulled an airline boarding pass out of his pocket and waved it. "But early this morning something in the pit of my stomach told me that I would regret it. I realized that turning over a new leaf doesn't mean being nice ALL the time. In fact, telling a loved one that they are making a mistake is the upstanding thing to do. So here I am. I don't want you to get married now because I still think you will be a better person if you don't. We're young Blaine…"

Blaine burst out, "You sound like every other person before..."

"I'm NOT finished," Sebastian cut him off coolly. "If you insist on breaking my heart tomorrow you can let me finish today. And since it sounds like maybe Sam or others with a minimum level of sense have shared with you my thoughts on teenage marriage, I will get right to the two of you specifically. Actually, let me just get to you, I because I know you always think I'm painting Hummel as the villain."

Sebastian spoke slowly. "Killer, have you thought about why you didn't just want to get back together with him, but rather you have to marry him right now, to be bound together with an eternal one true love always and forever? Why do you have to have a perfect love right now? Heck, why do you have to be perfect, period? You were valedictorian, got that scholarship to NYADA. Your every hair is nailed into place, your every shirt looks like it came right out of the package. You work out until your body is perfect, you were class president and head of every club in school, you learned how to cook, you spoke at your graduation, every adult and every girl you've ever encountered worships the ground you walk on. Shit, when I watch Evans, Artie, and that mop-headed kid sometimes, I swear they might turn gay for you."

"What's your point, Sebastian?" Blaine asked, temperature rising.

"My point is, your relationship looks like just one more perfect ideal you are striving so hard to make happen. Like you're trying to prove to the world (with rose petals and show choirs) that you love Kurt more than anyone has ever loved another human being. That's why you beat yourself up so hard when you cheated on him. You were appalled that you could be not perfect in such a big way."

"What is wrong with wanting to show Kurt I love him more than anyone else on the planet?"

"What's wrong is that it's going to back up on you, Killer. You'll spend the rest of your life trying to prove your perfect love to him. It is EXHAUSTING to watch you live like this. You're sometimes happy, but most of the time you're just working really, really hard. When you pause, you're like a puppy panting next to your owner after fetching a ball. You're rarely at peace except maybe when you escape into a movie or video game or let yourself eat too much junk food at my house or go apeshit comicbook nerd with Sam. You never let yourself unhinge around him - you tell me that even your movie nights with him involve GOURMET junk food! You're never going to figure out what you want in life if you spend all your energy trying to be perfect for other people, especially your perfect husband. Because perfect Blaine Anderson should have the perfect husband, too. I've never heard you say one bad word about Hummel…ever. How is that possible?"

"You've always said enough bad words for both of us." Blaine replied hotly, fists clenching,

"Come on B, you know I never trashed him when you would call me crying."

Blaine had to admit to himself that this was true.

Sebastian continued calmly. "Have you ever fought with him and won? When is the last time you got him to apologize? When you got back together… how did that go down?"

Tears sprang to Blaine's eyes but he took a deep breath and said very quietly, "Sebastian if you can't support this wedding, just go away…and stay away...at least for a while."

Sebastian's lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "I told you I tried to…I even wanted to...but I guess I'm just a weak character. I'm still in love with you."

All Blaine could do was walk out in frustration.


Sebastian watched Blaine practically run across the lawn, rubbing his temples and wondering why the new leaf business was so exhausting.

"You can't dole it out quite that straight with him. He's stubborn as a mule."

Sebastian jumped and whipped around. "For god's sake, Coop…you scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know he's breaking your heart tomorrow for a hamburger today."

Sebastian shook his head. "Fuck, I've turned into a Lifetime movie."

Cooper gave him a sympathetic smile. "I was going for a Popeye cartoon reference, but maybe you guys are too young to remember that." He let Sebastian take a beat.

Seb sat down and picked at his Burberry chinos. "I don't think your brother likes me much right now."

Cooper made a beeline for the well stocked bar cart in the corner of the library. "What do you suppose he sees in Kurt anyway?"

Sebastian stared at a portrait of his grandfather above the giant library fireplace. "Oh I don't know...Blaine likes character, I guess."

"I don't think Kurt has so much character," Cooper said petulantly as he began to pour scotch for both of them.

"I hate to admit it, but Blaine could do worse than Hummel." Sebastian looked rueful. "His mom died, he got bullied, and now he's going to NYADA and he's made some good connections at Vogue. They'll build a classic New York life together."

"Hollywood is where it's at." Cooper interjected.

Sebastian gazed out a window and said slowly, "And even if he was an idiot to wear a kilt like a bullseye to it, I suppose it takes a lot of character to come back and hold your head up high at your own prom after the whole school has basically called you a faggy drag queen by secret ballot."

Cooper ignored this. He handed Sebastian a scotch and strutted across the floor with his own raised in the air. "But why does he always walk like he owns the world? The way he sniffs the air... like he's looking for breakfast!"

Sebastian downed his scotch. "Coop, that acting coach deserves a raise."

"Have another drink, Sebby boy."

"Don't call me that."


Kurt pulled up on the Motta driveway in his father's SUV loaded down with wedding favors. Blaine ran up behind the car to greet him with a hug.

"Hi!"

"Hello, handsome." Kurt giggled, encircling his waist.

"Hello, gorgeous." Blaine beamed.

"Did you miss me?"

"Miserably."

"Happy now?"

"Ecstatic."

"Didn't expect to see you coming from the garden, did the Warblers arrive early?"

Blaine swallowed. "Yes, I think they have a surprise performance planned or something. And Sebastian is there, too – I guess he decided to come to the wedding after all."

Kurt tried to sound nonchalant. "We should talk to them about their surprise. I don't like surprises at events I plan. Wait, Sebastian came after all? Well that's nice, as long as the headcount works out."

Blaine gave him a searching look. "Kurt, you don't really mind him, do you?"

"Sebastian? Of course I don't mind him coming to the wedding. He helped you with the proposal…"

"Not just him coming. The fact of him…."

"How do you mean?"

"That he...liked me, and now he and I are friends. That...we became friends again after you and I broke up. That...he's a Warbler and the Warblers are a part of me."

"Oh Blaine, Sebastian isn't a threat to me now. Maybe I was intimidated at first by his alpha-gay handsomeness and sophistication, but now I know I'm a New Yorker and you have learned your lesson and will never cheat on me again..."

Blaine looked relieved.

Kurt opened the door to the backseat. "Look, the favors came out so great! Oh, and you'll never guess what great news I got today! Broadwaystage dot com s covering the wedding! They are sending a reporter and a photographer/videographer today to write a story on 'Rachel Berry, Always a Bridesmaid, but Never the Bride!'"

Blaine interjected, "But isn't this the first time Rachel will be in a wedding party?

"Well it makes for a better story if we said this was her 5th one." Kurt giggled.

Blaine laughed nervously. "Do you think they are going to want to talk to my dad?"

"Probably, any story about a wedding would include getting to know the families of the wedding parties...why do you ask?"

"My dad is really private. Remember he's the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, so his reputation can affect the stock price. He's not going to like this, Kurt. He's going to refuse to cooperate. Don't you think we should have asked my mom first?"

"Blaine, I thought you would be excited about this! This is Broadwaystage! Producers could read this and remember our names for casting their next show! Ok, maybe not producers. But maybe producers' assistants! And all of NYADA will be buzzing about it! You don't have an unphotogenic angle on your being, my dear fiancé, so don't worry. Please Blaine..." Kurt cast him his best puppy eyes.

Blaine softened whenever Kurt looked at him like that. "Well, maybe we'll get lucky and he won't be here when they come…"

"Let me call Rachel, she didn't tell me when they are coming and going."

"Wait, did you say videographer?"

"Yes."

"Please tell me you warned them about Cooper."

"Oh crap, I forgot about Cooper." Kurt grimaced. "Maybe we can hide him in a closet."


Sebastian and Cooper finished their umpteenth scotch and were a step or two beyond tipsy.

Cooper slapped Sebastian on the back and said, "Really, I think you can stop this wedding, Sebby."

"Stop calling me that," Sebastian shot back. "And stop being so goddamned optimistic."

"Well someone has to have a happy ending," Cooper moaned. "I certainly never will after Lucy Hale dumped me."

"THE Lucy Hale?" Sebastian slurred. "Isn't she a little young for you?"

"Shut up." Cooper thundered. "Anyway, I better get back to my blessed mother, who ruined me for any woman who dares to go near me, apparently."

"And I need to be rehearsing soon with my fellow Warblers. I should warm up my vocal chords and dexterous dancing feet." Sebastian said, two-stepping across the room. "I'll dance you back to your beloved family," he said, throwing an arm around Cooper's shoulders and guiding him out the glass doors. "Do you sing acapella as well as your brother? Because when I'm drunk, I let people duet with me. And 'What Causes That' is the perfect song for this moment." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Oh right, it was a duet on Broadway and Blaine tells me you think Broadway is dead."

"Well I feel dead right now," blinked Cooper. "And Blaine and I are resurrecting Broadway, one Gershwin number at a time."

The pair sang and danced across the lawn to this song (adapted from "What Causes That")

[Sebastian]
He's so full of trickery...
Life is bitter as chicory,
Bitterness fills my cup.

[Cooper]
I'm sorry you brought that up.
Once I thought I'd search around
For the little church around
The corner, but now I see.

[Both]
It never was meant to be.

[Sebastian]
Once he used to praise me.

[Cooper]
Why is she so high hat?

[Sebastian]
Boy, does he amaze me.

[Both]
Tell me what causes that?!

[Cooper]
When I'm away from her I start despairing.

[Both]
Oy oy oy

[Sebastian]
You ought to know by now what causes that!

[Cooper]
Yah, I got pretty good idea!

[Sebastian]
I'm growing balder from the hair I'm tearing.

[Both]
You ought to know by now what causes that!
When s/he keeps on brushing you aside
Oh gosh, you're all at sea!
You go contemplating suicide -
It's much too much for me!
You're not so dumb that you don't know the answer.
Loving her/him is what causes that!

[Sebastian]
If I should climb the Brooklyn Bridge and jump off.

[Cooper]
Wait, you'll hurt yourself!

[Sebastian]
That's the whole idea!

[Cooper]
Oh, I suppose you'd ask what causes that?

[Sebastian]
I've gotten depressed

[Cooper]
You're depressed, I'm just not myself today.
If I should get a gun and bump this chump off [points finger in the shape of a gun].

[Sebastian]
Point that thing the other way!

[Cooper]
Oh, I suppose you'd ask what causes that?

[Both]
Really you don't have to mope around
And burn up as you do,
There's a cannon and a rope around,
There's lots of poison too!
I'm very blue of late and there's a reason:

[Sebastian]
Loving him...

[Cooper]
Loving her...

[Both]
Is what causes that!

[The two do a tap dance break on the Motta's side patio]

[Both]
I'm very blue of late and there's a reason:
Loving her/him is what causes that!
...Is what causes that!
...Is what causes that!
...Is what causes that!
...Is what causes that!
...Is what causes that!

"COOPER!" Blaine called from inside the house. Cooper jumped down from the patio bench he had been dancing on and ran into the house, leaving Sebastian collapsed into a chaise lounge.

"What's up, Squirt?"

Blaine ran up to him. "Don't call me that. Where have you been? Why haven't you been picking up your phone? Kurt just let me know that there are reporters on their way over RIGHT NOW to cover the wedding because Rachel is maid of honor. I need you to be on your BEST behavior."

Cooper balked. "Does Dad know about this?"

"No."

"You are going to get SO busted. You know how he is about that kind of thing."

"Cooper, Dad's not even here yet. We'll worry about that later. Maybe we can just keep him away from these people."

"You don't think he's going to figure out what's going on? This is the man who, from the dining room table, sniffed out my shoplifted beer wrapped in my sweatshirt, in my backpack, in the trunk of my car inside the garage." He's like part bloodhound."

"Cooper, just help me handle this. This is the kind of thing the Best Man is supposed to do."

Cooper sniffed, "Then have Sam do it, since you wanted HIM to be your best man."

"Cooper we've been through this before, you're both my best men NOW…when I asked Sam, I thought you would be off in Mexico shooting a movie this summer!"

"Yeah...thanks for rubbing salt in the wound on that cancelled fiasco."

Blaine didn't think he could be any more exasperated. "Cooper, I'm begging you!"

Cooper shrugged and narrowed his eyes. "Broadway people creep me out. And web reporters are like the pond scum of reporters - nosy, tabloid writers who will just write pure fiction to get a few hits on their obscure sites."

"Just be the nice big brother you're supposed to be so they can have their little story, PLEASE. For me, please." Blaine grabbed Cooper's shoulders from behind.

Cooper turned around on him. "Blaine, I can't believe Kurt didn't ask you before sending these people over here. On your wedding day, strangers watching our every move - why jotting down notes on how we sit and talk and eat and move! Just to blow up Kurt's ego? No! No!"

"I doubt this story is going to be that in depth, Coop." Blaine implored again, "If not for Kurt, for Rachel, and for me, big brother?"

"Oh I hate it when you give me those puppy eyes. Fine, fine. For you. But I'm not going to like it." Cooper paced the room for a moment, then turned with a sudden mischievous smile. "Alright, let them send their spies. I'll give them a story. I'll give them a wedding day spectacular that will stand their hair on end."

"Coop, NO. Be good." Blaine nervously ran his fingers through his hair, then stopped short, horrified. "Shoot, I screwed up my hair!" Blaine ran for towards the stairs. "Coop, Rachel isn't even here yet, and Kurt is changing. You know he takes forever, so if I'm not down yet, will you greet these people? And promise me you'll behave?"

Cooper looked at him innocently and crossed his fingers behind his back. "I promise."

Sebastian, peeking in from the open patio doors, crossed his fingers, too.