I have adopted this story off of KeightK8, so everything up to chapter 4 has been written by her, including author notes.

Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and this plot do not belong to me.

Set after the season finale. Justin has been living in New York for five years and owns a successful art gallery; Sunshine Studios, his also been dating Jonathan, a pediatrician, for the last two of those years. After John proposes they decide to have the wedding in Justin's home town, Pittsburgh. But this might not be a good idea, especially with a certain ex-fiancé hanging around?

Chapter One

Justin Taylor sat down in the wooden chair that the waiter had pulled out for him. He smiled at the man in thanks and smirked a little to himself as he noticed the man's eyes raking over his body before walking away. Justin smirk, however, turned into a full blown smile, as he noticed a certain man entered the restaurant.

The man was tall and lean with receding black hair. He wore rectangular glasses and the grey suit he wore screamed of money and class. The maître'd made a gesture at Justin, the man looked over and the same smile Justin was wearing appeared.

As the man made his way to him Justin stood up from his chair to greet him. When the man, Jonathan, reached him, his arm wrapped around Justin and brought him closer to his body. Jonathan's long fingers threaded their way through Justin's beautiful, shoulder length, blond hair as he brought his mouth towards him for a kiss.

All around patrons stared but for once it wasn't a stare of disgust, it was a look you give to someone as though to say, 'Aww.'

Justin let out a long breath but didn't look away from John's eyes. "I missed you," Justin said, "So, so much."

"I missed you, too," John said back. "I'll never go to visit my family again, I promise," he told Justin cheekily. Justin smacked him on the arm in retaliation.

"I know there not your favorite people, but they love you and family is important."

"Maybe you should go visit yours, then." John said quietly as they sat down at their table.

"What are you talking about? Mom visited last week and Molly came down a month ago," Justin said.

"Well, when your Mom came down, she might have mentioned a Debbie Novotny had been asking for you." John said the words slowly as though he regretted even saying anything.

"Debbie," the blond whispered, "she's been asking for me?"

"So I've been told," Jonathan said a little more loudly this time.

A waiter came up to them and offered them both a menu each. Justin was glad for the interruption and eagerly took it from the waiter. John stared at Justin for a moment before taking the menu from the waiter. The waiter told them to call him when they were ready to order before walking off.

Justin stared blankly at the menu; his thoughts were reeling in his head. He had been to Pittsburgh once since he had left five years ago. One week in New York had been enough, and he had returned sooner than he thought he would. Justin had wanted to surprise Brian, the man he was supposed to marry, but had decided to move to New York for his art instead, so he didn't call ahead. Justin, his suitcase trailing behind him, had made his way up the stairs and up to the loft door and had knocked. To his immense surprised Brian did not answer but instead a trick. Justin looked behind said trick only to see many more men in the loft. Moans and groans loudly sounded throughout it and Justin was shocked and horrified at it. He wasn't horrified at the indecency; he had participated in his fair share of orgies but he was horrified at Brian. He was surprised that even though he had only been gone a week Brian had already turned their home into a whore house. He had left to go back to New York and hadn't returned since; Brian hadn't even noticed he was there.

The waiter again came over to get there order and some drinks. Jonathan ordered something overpriced and Justin asked for the same. The older man asked for some champagne and a few minutes later both men received a flute of the best champagne money could buy.

As Justin went to drink from his flute he noticed Jonathan looking at him intensely, his glass forgotten by his empty plate. Justin took a sip of his champagne and felt something metallic like hit his lips. Looking down into his flute, he noticed white and yellow gold engagement ring sitting at the bottom. He reached down with his fingers and pulled it out. Justin wiped his now wet hand and the ring on the napkin. He looked at the band in utter shock.

The ring was yellow gold on top and white gold on the bottom. It was put together in a jigsaw pattern and a diamond was indented into it, seeming to hold it together. Long fingers reached over and took it from his hands. Justin looked up an into Jonathan's eyes, still in shock.

Jonathan smiled at Justin and said, "There is so many different things about you and every day I'm learning something new and finding another piece to the never ending puzzle that is Justin Taylor. I want to spend the rest of my life figuring you out and I hope you want the same." Jonathan voice wavered from nerves, but he took a deep breath and continued, "Justin, I love you so much and I have for a very long time. Will you do the great honor and marry me?"

Justin, with tears in his eyes, nodded quickly as he was unable to speak. John let out I sigh of relief and slid the ring onto his finger just in time for Justin to launch himself at him. He kissed John again and again and again, until he was out of breath.

Finally finished, Justin sat himself back down into his chair just in time for the meals to come out. They ate in silence but couldn't keep the smiles off their faces. They ate as fast as they could so they could get home and have some 'fun.'

When they finished, they threw the money down onto the table before rushing out. In the car, they couldn't keep their hands off each other and kissed again and again, making their driver rather embarrassed.

A few minutes into the ride, however, Jonathan pulled away. Letting out a breathy sigh he looked Justin in the eye and announced, "I think we should have the wedding in Pittsburgh."

Justin pulled away from John. "What?" He exclaimed angrily.

"I know you have a past there, and one day I would love it if you could tell me about it, but I'm speaking from the financial side of things here. My family has heaps of money and frankly, so do we; we can go around the world a million times. Your family can't, though. Your mom and sister struggle to get up here once a year by themselves and don't you want Daphne to be there and maybe that Debbie lady?"

Justin eyes softened as his fiancé continued his speech. He smiled at the mention of both Debbie and Daphne. Justin let out a reluctant sigh and grinned at John. "Ok," he said, "let's do it, let's get married in Pittsburgh!"

One month later Justin was on the phone to Daphne, his best friend, talking about the up and coming wedding. They had planned to have the wedding in the small playground he used to play in as a child. The playground had an extensive garden and was big enough for both the wedding and reception. Justin was stoked when the wedding planner had told him.

"So, the save the dates have been finished and just need to be sent out." Justin said into his mobile.

"Are you inviting the old gang?" Daphne asked him, screaming.

"Where are you?" Justin asked suspiciously.

"Liberty Avenue; I have lunch at the diner every day. So are you inviting the old gang?" Daphne questioned.

"I'm inviting everyone, but I'm not sure if I should invite Brian. I mean, if I invite him, I might seem mature and polite. He'll know I'm definitely over him. But on the other hand, he might think I'm just rubbing his nose in it."

"Or he doesn't give a shit and if you sent it he won't come anyway." Daphne countered back.

"That's true. You know what, I will invite him." Justin said confidently.

"Good. Your wedding is only one month away, are you nervous?" Daphne asked.

"I've been too busy to be nervous. It should set in soon though; we only have the tuxes and the DJ left to finalize now." Justin told her as he made his way over to the mail box.

"I still can't believe how quickly your wedding planner got everything, she's amazing. I'm at the diner now; I'll call you later, okay?" Daphne hung up her phone.

Justin shut his phone and dropped the save the dates into the mail box. As soon as he did, he regretted it.

A/N – First of all, a big thank you so much to my Beta ReaderRitualeRomanumSPNfor editing my story. Second of all, for those who don't know what 'save the dates' are, they are something you send to people to tell them what date you r wedding is on, they are not invitations they just say don't plan anything for this day. They are sent when the people that are invited are business men or women and are extremely or that's what I have always seen them as. If you know different then that's fine to. Thanks for reading my story. Please review!