A/N; So hi! I haven't written fanfiction in so long, oh my goodness. Typically what I write is Glee stuff, too, so this is a little new for me, but I was feeling inspired so I thought I would give it a shot.

James has been ruining lives by being in wedding pictures lately, so that kind of spurred on the whole marriage idea that goes on in this, but I needed some Jagan fanfic in my life and I felt like writing. It's mostly AU, as you'll probably be able to tell, but I am kind of incorporating a few show-verse things in, like them being from Minnesota originally, certain characters you'll notice, and some little details later on, too.

Hopefully ya'll like it! :))

-Kay.

Chapter 1-

"Baby, are you ready to go?"

Running a hand down over his face, James blew out a sigh. Was he sure this was a good idea? Sure, he wanted his mom around for this whole pre-wedding thing, but getting married in Minnesota instead of having the woman come out to New York for it? Grace had been so willing, happy even, to have the wedding in Minnesota, too, mostly because she thought it was what James wanted. And a part of him did. A part of him was glad that he was getting to go back home, back where he grew up, to tie the knot with the girl he had spent the last year and a half dating. However, there was also another part of him that thought it was a terrible idea, because going back home and getting married there meant that everyone he knew before would be there, all of his friends. Including Logan.

Kendall and Carlos he wasn't so scared of seeing, because he saw them and talked to them all the time anyway. Kendall would come out to New York because The Wild had a game in the city that week and he used it as an excuse to drag James to a game. They always had a couple beers, pretended to act like they were cheering for opposite teams even though James knew he could never really give up on his favorite Minnesota hockey team, no matter how long he had been living in the city for. Carlos visited every once in a while, too, but even less than Kendall did. James made it a point to stay in touch with them, though, because they were his best friends. Logan, though...

"James?"

James quickly let a smile work its way onto his face as he turned toward his blonde fiancé, standing in their bedroom doorway, "Yeah, I'm almost good to go."

Grace returned his smile and made her way over to where he was hunched over, zipping up his suitcase. Her fingers on the back of his neck caused him to stiffen momentarily, his anxiety on a high, but he breathed out and turned his head to look at her. One of the things about Grace was she seemed to be perceptive enough to know when something was wrong with him. Maybe it had to do with knowing each other for over two years. She was looking at him carefully, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been acting weird ever since you got up this morning." She noted.

One of the things that James had gotten good at in years past was putting on a happy face even if he wasn't feeling it one hundred percent. For the sake of the girl standing beside him, he did that now, nodding and giving her a dazzling, toothy grin.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm great. Just not looking forward to flying is all." he made up.

"I promise the close proximity won't damage you at all." Grace laughed lightly.

She stood up on her toes to press a kiss to his temple and he chuckled quietly for effect. The last thing he was worried about damaging him in any way was being in a cramped airplane...

The flight wasn't that long, or maybe it just wasn't long enough for James's liking. He felt like he needed more time to prepare. In reality he was probably thinking on it too much, worrying more than necessary, but he couldn't help himself. Seeing his mom and Kendall and Carlos again, that would be great. It was seeing Logan that had him panicking. A lifetime ago, it seemed, it was a lifetime ago that James had last even seen Logan in person, and the last time they'd seen each other hadn't been a particularly happy occasion either. James knew it was his fault, even if he wouldn't ever admit it out loud. He had let their secret flings go on for too long, but every time he started to think about maybe actually being with Logan and telling people about them, he freaked out. Logan wanted more and James couldn't give it to him.

It had been another night that they had spent together, lying on the floor -because they hadn't even been able to wait til they got to the bed- in Logan's dorm room at the time, just 19 and 20. Logan's head was rested on James's bare chest, his finger tracing shapes idly onto tan skin. It was in that moment, not unlike other moments they had had together after having sex, where it was quiet and peaceful, and neither of them had to say anything because they knew they could just be there with each other without the words. But Logan had had something to say that night. Three words. Eight letters. And James couldn't say it back. Not because he didn't love Logan, because he was pretty damn sure there wasn't another person in the world that he loved that much, but it terrified him to say it. He didn't know what it would mean for them. Logan was his best friend, he couldn't screw that up. Of course, it had happened anyway, and in a much harsher manner than James would have ever wanted anyway.

The day after that night, James had decided that staying in Minnesota wasn't for him. He like the idea of living in a city packed with people, of having people always around and keeping busy, and distracting him from what was going on in his head -which many people didn't think was a lot, but yeah, there was definitely a lot going on up there. He wasn't doing anything but working, school not his thing, so he didn't see why going somewhere else for a change would be a bad thing. New York, he had decided. Big city, lots to do, lots of options. When he had told the guys, Logan had seemed to be the only one not ecstatic for him and his want to make a life for himself. It erupted into an argument that lasted long after Kendall and Carlos had left after their video game bonding time. Logan had begged, repeatedly for James not to leave to the city, pleaded with him and asked him why he had to go, if it had anything to do with him -which of course James denied.

"You can't go, we've never been apart from each other." Logan had said.

After that was probably the moment that James had made one of the biggest mistakes in his life, snapping angrily at the other boy, "Well maybe we need to be."

That was the last time he had spoken to Logan. Two and half years ago. Now here was James, 22 years old, engaged to a girl he had quite literally run into on a tour of NYC's campus not long after he had first moved to the city. He liked Grace, loved her even otherwise he wouldn't have thought to ask her to marry him after a year of being together, but there was always something in the back of his mind, some nagging feeling that he couldn't shake. Grace was everything that other people wanted for James, she was pretty, driven, confident. His mom adored her practically as soon as they had met eyes. The fact of the matter was, some part of James knew that he was filling a void. Being with Grace kept him a certain level of happy and it made him feel normal, safe, but there was still something missing. He hated that even now, just a couple weeks off from getting married and headed home to tie the knot, literally sitting on an airplane beside his beautiful fiancé, that he wasn't 100% sure about what he was doing. What he hated even more was that he knew exactly why he wasn't completely positive about it, and he was going to be in close vicinity with that all too soon.

James felt a knee nudge against his and opened his eyes tiredly. He hadn't been sleeping, just dazed, lost in the music in his ears from his ipod and his circulating thoughts. He pulled an ear bud out of his ear and sat up straighter, looking at Grace questioningly.

"We're landing, honey." she said.

Great.

Brooke was there waiting for them in the waiting area before they even got to grab their luggage, and James had to laugh and awkwardly squirm in his mother's grasp as she leaned up and left several lipstick marks along her son's cheek. Of course his mom was also ecstatic to see Grace, too, the two of them hugging and chatting excitedly as James offered to go grab their bags and meet them at the car. He didn't go straight to luggage claim, though, instead taking a small detour out of the way and fishing his phone out of the pocket of his dark jeans.

"Pick up your phone, pick up your phone." He muttered into the receiver.

"Hey, it's Kendall! I'm busy, leave a message."

James swore under his breath, hung up, and dialed again.

"Why do you even have a damn cell phone, you never answer it, you idiot." He mumbled to himself, the dial tone in his ear.

"What?" Kendall answered finally.

"Don't what me. I'm here." James snapped.

"Here, where?"

James pinched the bridge of his nose, "The airport. Minnesota."

"Shit, that was fast. I'm actually at your house. Er, your mom's house."

"Why are you at my mom's house?"

"It's a- dude, that's not where she wanted the banner, she's gonna kill you."

"I can't reach up there! You're the tall one, you do it!"

A confused expression crossed James's face, "Is that Carlos?"

"I'm on the phone! What- Oh, yeah, it's Carlos. Your mom planned a welcome home dinner. Act surprised." Kendall answered.

"Sounds like something she would do." James mumbled with a sigh. "Well, we'll be there soon. Try not to injure each other."

Kendall hung up without another word and left the brunette to roll his eyes and stuff his phone back in his pocket. He had honestly been hoping for some kind of reassuring, that he was doing the right thing by being back here again, but Kendall obviously wasn't catching the hint at the moment. He was definitely better at face to face conversation. Finally venturing off to grab the bags from baggage claim, James vowed to himself not to make anything about tonight awkward. He could last his first night back at home without having a full blown freak out. He'd do it.

Once he had his and Grace's bags, he hurried out to the area out front where their car was waiting for them with a smile. His mom and fiancé were still immersed in conversation, probably something having to do with the latest fashion trends since Grace was a fashion journalist, and with Brooke being in the cosmetic industry, they had an awful lot to talk about. James silently got their bags situated in the trunk of the car then slid into the backseat beside Grace, gently reaching over to take her hand as the car got moving. The blonde gave him a smile and squeezed his hand slightly. It was almost reassuring.

"Welcome home, James!"

Kendall and Carlos's shouting almost did actually surprise him as they walked in the front door of his mother's house. He laughed and shook his head, turning to his mom to give her a one-armed hug and thank her for putting together a nice welcome. Brooke ducked into the kitchen not long after they were in the door, rushing to check and make sure her dinner was cooked to perfection.

"I can take these upstairs, you can catch up with the boys." Grace offered, reaching for the bags from James.

"Hey, no, I've got it." he shook his head.

"James Diamond." She scolded. "Go talk to your friends."

Smiling, he sighed and let her finally work the handle of the suitcase out of his hand. He muttered a quick 'I love you' to her before kissing her cheek and watching her head up the stairs before turning to his two best friends.

"James!" Carlos shouted again, practically tackling the taller boy to the ground in a hug. "It's good to see you, man."

"We saw each other just last month." James chuckled, gripping his friend in a tight hug.

"Yeah, but now you're getting married." Carlos pointed out.

"Still have two weeks, my friend."

"Just enough time to plan a kickass bachelor party." Kendall said.

James smirked and held a hand out for Kendall to shake. Rolling his green eyes, Kendall tugged on his hand and pulled him in for a hug. James was always the one that tried to play it cool. How he'd ever stayed friends with a bunch of dorks that wanted to hug him all the time was beyond him, but he knew he would be lost without them. After returning Kendall's hug, the three boys got caught up in talking about what was going on in their lives lately. Carlos had apparently gotten a dog that now took up all his time, which James figured was his method of coping with the fact that Jenny had dumped him a couple weeks back. Kendall was apparently doing an on again off again relationship with some girl named Lucy, but it was currently "off again" for the time being, however, Kendall seemed convinced that she would end up being his date to the wedding. James seemed to be the only steady, level-headed one at the moment and he had to admit it felt a little refreshing. Kendall always seemed to know what he wanted and where he was going, so to hear that it was Kendall kind of taking time to goof off now instead of himself, it made James feel a little more mature somehow.

"So how's it feel to be an almost married man, huh, James?" Carlos asked, plopping down onto the couch.

James shrugged, "The same its felt since I put a ring on her finger, I guess. It's just gonna happen."

"Ever the romantic." Kendall snorted.

"Shut up." James sneered.

The doorbell ringing cut off their conversation momentarily, causing James's brow to furrow in confusion.

"Mom!" He called, getting up and moving to stand in the entryway to the kitchen. "Who else is coming to dinner tonight?" he asked.

Grace was looking at James in question from where she sat on a stool at the island counter, his mother, however, had a beaming smile on her face, like she was thrilled about something.

"Come on now, Jamie, it wouldn't be a proper welcome home without everyone here!"

James could feel his stomach twisting into a heavy knot. Oh god, please don't let this be happening. Brooke moved passed her son to go answer the front door again as the doorbell rang a second time. James turned quickly to face Kendall who was evidently oblivious in his conversation with Carlos, but as James came back into the living room, the color drained from his face, the blonde boy stood up, looking concerned.

"What happened?" he asked quickly.

"Logan!"

James winced. Kendall and Carlos exchanged a wide-eyed look. While they might not have known all the details of why James and Logan had had their falling out, they still knew that there was some bad mojo between the boys, given they hadn't spoken in so long. This was bad, very bad.

"It's so great to see you, sweetheart, it's been too long, come on in!" Brooke greeted at the door.

"That." James mumbled finally, in response to Kendall's question. "That.. is what happened."

Dun dun dun... Good luck James ;)

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