"Okay, Tina, what's so urgent that I had to re-schedule our cake tasting?" Blaine tossed his bag aside and wrung his hands, speaking in a smooth stream before she could get a word in edgewise. He was, understandably, distressed. "Kurt will just not bend on the tricky issue of Swiss buttercream versus French buttercream and he does not understand that egg yolk in a frosting is beyond gross, so the question was going to be settled today in my favor, but - "

"I promise I'll be Team Whatever Buttercream you need me to be," Tina said rapidly. She was also wringing her hands, and her face pinched with panic. "I can't believe I actually said I was - "

The look on her face reminded him of a downed bird. "What is it, Tina?" Blaine said, softening. He sat next to her and took one of her hands, squeezing the fingers together in his. Her shoulders fell a little and her breath oozed out of her. "I promise, whatever it is, I'll do anything I can to help you."

"You might not like this," Tina squeaked. "I really dug myself into a hole with this one." She looked at him through a curtain of hair, and her lip quivered.

"What is it?" Blaine said again. Patiently. He loved her, but that didn't mean she was agreeable all the time. Still, though, she was his friend, she was precious, and she needed him. He leaned forward and brushed the hair away, tucked the strands behind her ear.

"I - " she stuttered, and it sounded like a real stutter - "I might, uh, I might have told my Brown friends I was getting married. They're coming up to New York for a visit."

"So?" Blaine's lips quirked upward, amused. "Just don't bring it up again? Say you broke it off?"

"Every one of them is getting married or is married and Janie is already pregnant," Tina said, "Nobody can forget, especially if you're the only single girl left, so I got tired of saying I wasn't and I said I was, too."

"Okay," Blaine said slowly, "It's awkward, but I understand. You want me to get Sam or Artie to fake a lunch date with them?"

"Not Sam or Artie. You."

Blaine bounced back on the bed, astonished. "Me? Do they know I'm gay?"

"Of course not, Blainey Days, that doesn't make any sense." She tugged at his sleeve and made a pout. "I said you because you're intelligent and charming and successful and devastatingly good looking."

He perked up and smiled at her, feeling warm. "Thanks, Tina. So you need me to go to lunch with them? Be the perfect fiance?"

"Well - " Tina played with the hem of her top, suddenly looking coy, and it was that look which filled Blaine with a creeping sense of dread - "I had to, see, buy a dress - "

"You didn't. TINA."

"I had to!" Tina's voice scaled up to distress level 9. Her lashes fluttered. "Sherry asked me when we were getting married and I said on Thursday, before I thought it out, and before I knew it they all found out and they said they were coming down and you don't say no to a Brown girl!"

"Thursday? That's two days away!" Blaine's mouth fell open. "There is no way we can fake a wedding happening that soon!"

"It doesn't have to be a big one!" Tina said, defensively. "We can get Kurt to be the priest or something - "

"Do you honestly think Kurt is going to fake-officiate as a priest at the fake wedding of his fiance to someone else?"

"I don't know!" Tina threw up her hands. "I thought I could at least get Rachel to sing because I knew she wouldn't say no! And Mercedes can be my fake maid of honor."

"I'm not saying no, Tina, I'm saying I've been planning my wedding to Kurt for ages and now I need to plan a fake wedding in two days - "

"At least you can have whatever buttercream you want," Tina snarked.

Blaine's lips clamped shut, but her look of outrage made him burst out laughing first.

"Besides, you don't really have to do anything," she said sweetly. "I've been planning my wedding for years." She tossed a fat binder into his lap. "You just have to look like your amazingly attractive self and you have a ton of great suits to use."

He wiped his eyes. "Think we can pull this off?"

"We have to pull this off, or I'll never hear the end of it," Tina said, nodding briskly. Her chin pointed up, and her eyes glittered with determination. "We're going to make this the best, most true-looking fake-wedding New York ever saw."

"I think you'll never hear the end of it no matter what," said Blaine, laughing again.