This is a story about an unexpected love between a young businessman and a handsome and sweet artist. Their paths intersect during a crazy night and they have to deal with the consequences of their actions for quite a while. This is an AU so in this version, Blaine is a wealthy businessman set in New York, and Kurt is a talented artist working for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You'll discover some things about their personal stories, friendships, relationships and other stuff throughout the chapters. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt, Blaine or any of the characters mentioned in this story. The NYC law stuff available on this story is not entirely true, I adapted some actual rules to fit the plot of the story.

Chapter 1

Blaine opened his eyes. The room was already full of light, so he blinked repeatedly to let his eyes get accustomed to the brightness. His eyes burned and his head ached badly. He had forgotten to close the blinds the night before and in fact, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember anything about the events of the night before. The last thing he remembered was being drinking uncontrollably at his best friend's friend's party, and that was it—his mind was empty from there.

"God! I swear to never drink like that ever again! My head is killing me!" He mumbled to himself in the stillness of his room.

"Hmmm..." A different voice mumbled back from under the covers.

Blaine jumped in surprise. He wasn't aware that there was someone else in the room. He peeked under the covers and discovered a stunning and handsome young man sleeping peacefully next to him. He was naked, and by his looks, Blaine could tell that this guy was gorgeous. His skin was pale, ghostly-like pale, and his face was angular and very symmetrical, like that of an angel.

Blaine smiled proudly of himself, he knew he had good taste in men, but this time he had exceeded the expectations—this guy was beyond handsome. This guy was extremely hot.

"Hey, hey!" Blaine said, shaking the guy and trying to wake him up.

"Hmmm..." The guy mumbled again.

"Come on, sleepy head! It's late! It's time to get up!"

"Hmmm…where am I?" The boy mumbled, opening his eyes for the first time.

Blaine looked at him and smiled again. This boy had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen and was, in fact, very, very handsome.

"In my house." Blaine replied simply.

"Hmmm..."

"What's your name?" Blaine asked.

It was the less classy thing to ask after a one-night stand, but he really didn't know who this guy was and he was dying to know. However, the guy didn't reply—he was fully asleep again.

"Hey! Wake up!" Blaine tried again, but the guy just moaned again and rolled over his sleep.

Blaine shrugged and stood up, looking around and scanning the room. It was a mess. There was a bottle of scotch on the floor, some ripped condom packages, and clothes all over the place. He knew he must have had a very fun and wild night with this guy, but he couldn't remember anything about it. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands on his face to hide his mischievous smile.

"What the-" He suddenly exclaimed.

In his left hand, right on «that» finger, he was wearing a ring. He looked at it closely. It looked like a wedding band, but he couldn't recall getting married, so he tried to calm himself down thinking that the ring was without a doubt some kind of joke pulled off by his best friend Sam. He knew he couldn't be married, but the ring looked real enough, so he took it off and his jaw dropped. The ring didn't just look real, it was real. Made of white gold with two letters engraved on it, a B and a K.

"Hey! You! Wake up! What's your name?" Blaine asked, shaking the guy with desperation. It wasn't time for sleep, it was time for explanations.

"Hmm…."

"What's your name?" He asked again.

"Kurt…" The guy whispered.

"Damn! K! Fuck!"

"What is it?" Kurt asked, still sleepy.

"Show me your left hand!" Blaine demanded, not really knowing what else to do.

Kurt pulled his hand from under the covers and gasped in surprise. He was wearing a ring too—the same ring Blaine had in his hands.

"What's this?" Kurt asked out loud. His mind was still clouded with sleepiness.

"That's exactly what I want you to tell me! What the fuck is this?" Blaine said, pointing to the ring in Kurt's hand.

"Well, it looks like a wedding ring." Kurt replied, still disoriented.

"Yeah, I can see that." Blaine said with sarcasm.

"Okay, don't worry! I'm not married. Perhaps one of my friends gave me this last night and I just wore it in this hand, but don't worry, I'm single."

"Shut up! Look! I have an identical ring!" Blaine exclaimed, showing him the other ring.

Kurt's eyes widened. He sat up in one motion and took off the ring. His ring had the B and the K engraved too.

"What the heck did we do last night?" Kurt exclaimed, trying to recall the events of the night before, but his mind was still confused.

"I don't have a fucking clue, I can't remember anything!" Blaine said.

"We can't be married! Don't worry, maybe this is a joke or something." Kurt said, trying to calm himself down too.

"Maybe…" Blaine answered, but a paper lying on the floor distracted him. He picked it up and gasped in horror. "Dammit!"

"What?" Kurt asked.

"It's a marriage certificate!"

"What!?" Kurt asked, fully awake this time.

Blaine didn't respond, he was in shock. His body was paralyzed as his eyes kept scanning the piece of paper.

"It can't be! You can't marry in one day…that's impossible!" Kurt said, matter of factly. He didn't know much about laws and marriages, but he was almost certain it was impossible to get married in one day. New York City wasn't Las Vegas for god's sake!

"Well, then explain to me what the hell is this!" Blaine said, throwing the paper on top of the bed and waiting for Kurt to pick it up and read it, as if the guy could somehow read something different.

Kurt picked it up and started reading it. His eyes were wide open and Blaine was looking at him intently.

"Well, it looks like a legit marriage certificate, but it can't be. I know you must wait at least 24 hours to get a marriage license."

"I'll call a lawyer…we need to know if this thing is actually true." Blaine said, standing up from the bed.

"Good idea-" Kurt said, almost choking on his own words. When Blaine stood up, Kurt couldn't help but notice that the man was completely naked—like him. So, pulling the blankets to cover his nakedness, Kurt looked away completely flushed while the other man looked for his phone in the jumble of clothes scattered on the floor.

"You can look...I don't mind."

o-o-o-o-o

Blaine and Kurt were sitting on the couch in the impressive living room, listening to the lawyer Blaine had called. They both were speechless.

"I'm afraid that this is real, Blaine. I know you two are confused, but it all seems legit. Apparently you obtained a Judicial Waiver and that's why you could get married the same day." The lawyer explained.

"But...how? I can't remember anything!" Blaine exclaimed, exasperated. He had lost all his patience. He couldn't be married, that was impossible.

"Well, according to this, you brought an official marriage officiant to your friend's house and he made the ceremony there, so this is legal, Blaine. You two are legally married." The lawyer said.

"Fuck! This is wrong! It can't be true! Please, Larry! Do something! Can you help us get a divorce?" Blaine practically begged.

Larry, the lawyer, looked at both of them. Kurt was silent and his head was down—he was thinking. Blaine, however, was looking at him directly in the eyes—he was impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Well, I'm afraid that what you're asking is going to be a little bit more difficult, Blaine. Although New York City is under the equitable distribution law, there are some flaws here and there about marriage. In order for you two to have a quick and easy divorce we need to establish some things first. For starters we need to determine the ground for divorce."

"What's that?" Blaine asked confused.

"Well, we need to determine the cause for the divorce, you see? In New York City the grounds are, cruel and inhuman treatment, abandonment, confinement of one of the parties, adultery, living separate and/or apart due to legal reasons and irretrievable breakdown."

"The only one that fits in here is the last one."

"Exactly, you two can divorce using the irretrievable breakdown argument."

"Well, then let's do that!" Blaine said relieved. Apparently there was a solution for this mess after all.

"Blaine? I know you know nothing about law, but I'm afraid that that's not going to be that easy, son." The lawyer said.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because for that ground to be valid you must be married at least six months."

"What!?" Blaine asked again in shock, and Kurt looked up equally stunned.

"That's the law, Blaine. In order for me to start processing your divorce under those grounds you two must be married at least six months, and there must be some sort of record of you two living together, so the judge can give us the divorce with no problems."

"Are you suggesting that we must live together for six months? I don't even know him! He's a complete stranger! He can be a sociopath, or worse, a serial killer!" Blaine said, being a complete moron.

"Well, that's the best solution, Blaine. You two can live together and pretend to be husbands for that time and get the divorce quickly, or..." the lawyer said, taking a deep breath, "you can start a trial to get the divorce and it can take years and a lot of money."

"I don't have any money." Kurt finally said.

"Money is not the problem." Blaine added, brushing off Kurt's argument.

"Well, it is indeed." The lawyer interfered.

"Why?" Blaine asked.

"Well, first because each of you will need a separate lawyer to take care of the whole paperwork needed for the trial and this thing can take us at least one year, and due to the time, your now husband can ask for an economical compensation."

"But he wouldn't do that, right?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt.

Kurt was silent. He was hurt and felt used and despised. He was a good man, but Blaine's jerk attitude was getting the worst out of him.

"Well, you don't know me, right? Who knows what I can do in one year. Maybe I can kill you to inherit all your money because apparently you have a lot." He said, sarcastically pointing to the very luxurious apartment.

Blaine looked at him with shock.

The lawyer cleared his throat. "There's no need to go that far, boys, look…I think you two can be reasonable and wait the time required to get the divorce in a peaceful way. There's no need to fight or anything."

"But we don't know each other, Larry! I can't live with a complete stranger! Who knows what trickery he may have up his sleeve!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Well, you slept with me…surely you were able to see far beyond my sleeve, right?" Kurt replied in self-defense.

Kurt agreed with Blaine that they were two complete strangers who barely knew each other's names, but he didn't like the idea of being treated like a gold digger and used merely as a sex toy, he was better than that. His father would say that he mattered.

"Yeah, I slept with you, but it was just sex!" Blaine exploded. "God! I do that every fucking weekend! Men come and go from my bed everyday! But I've never lived with any of them, let alone married them! I just like to have sex! That's all! I never asked for any of this!" Blaine said.

"You're an asshole!" Kurt yelled, tired of Blaine's attitude.

"Hey, hey, calm down guys!" The lawyer said, raising his hands to calm the two young men. "I know this is hard for both of you, but try to think this clearly and you'll see that the best way to get rid of this mess is by doing it in a peaceful way."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "How much does he can claim if we decide to go for the trial?"

"Well, if his lawyer is skilled 50%." The lawyer informed them.

"50%!" Blaine repeated, yelling the percentage. It was a lot.

"Yes, but I believe Kurt is a nice guy and he'll accept the deal to wait the six statutory months and live with you pretending to be your husband, so you two can divorce quickly."

Blaine turned his face and looked at Kurt intently. Kurt was deep in thought, he was debating what to do. Clearly when he had opened his eyes that morning he had never expected any of this.

"What do you say, Kurt? Do you agree to wait for six months?" The lawyer asked.

Kurt took a deep breath and despite his anger against Blaine, he tried to be nice.

"Only if he agrees." He said.

"What do you say, Blaine? Do you agree?" The lawyer asked.

"Do I have any other option?" Blaine said as a response.

"I'm afraid not." The lawyer whispered. "Okay, having reached a mutual agreement I think I better go. I need to start shielding the company's finances, so any of this affects it. See you two in six months to sign the divorce paperwork…bye, guys! Play nice and try to enjoy this time together. I know you don't know each other, but at least try to become friends. After all, you're going to be living together for half a year." The lawyer said, walking to the elevator door. "See you on Monday, Blaine!" He exclaimed, before walking away and leaving the two newlyweds alone.

Blaine and Kurt rolled their eyes at the same time. This was a nightmare for both of them and apparently, it was just getting started.

o-o-o-o-o

Blaine was at Sam's apartment and his friend was looking at him with shock evident on his face.

"Come again?" He asked.

"I'm married!" Blaine yelled, showing him the ring.

"How? When?" Sam asked confused. He was still hungover and was finding it very difficult to follow his friend's conversation.

"Yesterday, at your friend's party!"

"Are you sure this is not a joke or something?" Sam asked, looking intently at the ring.

"Well, Larry says it's legal and quite frankly I'm surprised you don't remember being there because you were one of the fucking witnesses!" Blaine exclaimed.

"I was?" Sam asked confused.

"Yes, you idiot! Why didn't you stop me? You're my best friend! You're supposed to have my back! Why did you allow this insanity!?"

"Sorry, bud, but I don't remember anything. How was I supposed to stop you if I don't even remember being there in the first place?"

"I hate you and your stupid parties!" Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

Instead of replying Sam just started laughing loudly.

"Why are you laughing like an idiot? This thing is your fault in the first place, you took me to that fucking party!"

"Yeah, the party was my idea, but the drinking without any control was your idea!" Sam said, still laughing hysterically.

"Screw you!" Blaine said, flashing his middle finger.

Sam laughed again. He was enjoying the moment greatly.

"I can't believe that you, of all men, are a married man! Congrats, buddy! I'm glad you have finally decided to settle down for good! Way to go!"

"I fucking hate you!" Blaine said, really questioning himself why he considered the idiot standing before him like a brother.

Sam laughed again and mocking Blaine, asked. "Is he cute?"

"Shut up!" Blaine said exasperatedly.

"Okay, okay sorry. And...what are you going to do? You're going to divorce, aren't you?"

"Well, yes! But I have to wait six months for that!"

"Six months? Why?" Sam asked intrigued.

"Because apparently you can marry in one day, but you can't divorce in the same period of time!" Blaine exclaimed already exhausted by the situation.

"Damn! You're going to be married for six months?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Yes! And we need to have proof that we're 'a couple,' so the judge can give us the divorce quickly."

Sam started laughing uncontrollably again. Actually, he was crying with laughter. He knew this was the worst thing that could have ever happened to his friend. Or not?

"Can you just shut the fuck up? This isn't funny!" Blaine said, hitting Sam in the head.

"Sorry, bud, but in fact, it is very funny! You, Blaine Casanova-I'm-never-getting-married Anderson, are a married man! This is huge news! Where are you two lovebirds going to live?"

"Shut up! In my place of course! He lives with two friends in a small loft in Bushwick for God's sake!"

"Oh, God! This is going to be so funny to witness! What's his name?"

"Kurt something…I really can't remember."

"Was he a guest or a plus one at the party?"

"I think he was a plus one…I'm not sure, we haven't talked that much."

"Where is he now?"

"He went to his house to get his stuff."

"Can I meet him?"

"Yes, of course! In fact I came here to talk to you because you're coming with me, so I can make the proper introductions." Blaine said sarcastically.

"Really?"

"No, you idiot!"

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"I need to talk to him first, maybe later."

"Tomorrow?"

"We'll see..."

"Damn! I still can't believe it! You're a married man!"

"Fuck off!" Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

o-o-o-o-o

Blaine was back at his apartment waiting for Kurt to arrive. He was looking at a picture of his dad and brother that was hidden in his special room. "What would you two be saying of all this?" He asked aloud. "Probably you would be telling me that this is what I get for being so irresponsible!" He smiled, imagining his father's voice. "And you'd be making fun of me!" He added, touching his brother's face.

Blaine sometimes felt alone and when he needed some kind of advice, he liked to talk to the pictures of his late father and brother that he had in the room inside the studio.

"Blaine?" Kurt yelled from the foyer.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back.

Blaine arranged the pictures again and walked out the room, locking the door behind him. Kurt was waiting awkwardly at the entrance of the large apartment.

"Hi, there. I see you didn't have any trouble with the elevator's key." Blaine said.

"No. My stuff is still downstairs, though…the guy in the lobby told me that they were going to bring it up here using the service elevator?" Kurt asked doubtfully.

"Yes, don't worry, they must be bringing up all your things as we speak."

"Okay, thanks…and, where am I going to sleep?"

"Look, although this apartment is huge, I don't have a spare room. I used to have one, but I transformed it to make a new studio so…I'm sorry honey, but we'll have to share the main room." Blaine said, smiling and winking at Kurt.

"What!? No! No way! We're not going to share the bed! No!" Kurt stated.

"I'm sorry honey, but we'll have to." Blaine said, smiling broadly. He was enjoying Kurt's discomfort way too much.

"No! We certainly won't do that! I can sleep on the couch…thank you very much."

"No, you can't! Imagine what would happen if the maid discovered my flamboyant new husband sleeping on the couch? Oh-Uh, we don't want that." Blaine said, in a mocking tone.

"I don't care if she discovers me or whatever! I'm not going to sleep with you! Like never!" Kurt said, sending Blaine a determined look.

"Well, just remember that we need to 'pretend' that we're a very happy couple to get our divorce, so I'm sorry honey-" he said, emphasizing the word honey again. "-but, we'll have to share the room." He added, winking at his husband.

Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. Apparently he had no other option.

"Okay, fine! But we're just sharing the room. Don't you ever dream to be near me! All of this-" Kurt said, pointing to his body, '"-is not yours, get it?"

"But we are married, honey." Blaine said, clearly making fun of Kurt.

"Yes, we are married, but we're just pretending to be a couple and our agreement doesn't include intimacy. So don't you dare to even try it! I'm not another one of your one-night stand trophies!"

"That's too bad because we could have had a lot of fun together. I can't remember what we did yesterday, but judging by the mess in the room, and the blush in your cheeks right now, I bet we had a lot of fun together." Blaine said.

"Shut up!" Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Anyway, I guess it's true what everyone says about marriage!"

"What?"

"That there's no sex once you're married."

"Aww don't worry, honey, you can go and satisfy yourself with whoever you want! I really don't care!" Kurt said.

"I'm glad you bring that up because that was exactly what I wanted to tell you. We're going to continue living our lives as we were used to. We will pretend to be married and everything, but we'll continue living our lives separately."

"I agree." Kurt replied. "Just try not to make too evident that you're cheating on me, okay, honey? You certainly wouldn't want me to get the divorce using the adultery ground, would you?"

"Are you threatening me?" Blaine asked.

"Am I? Oh, no, not at all, honey. I'm just being a very good and supportive husband. I understand that you have the animal instinct to have sex with everything that moves and I don't care about that, but I don't want to be the poor cheated newlywed whose husband is sleeping with every boy in town." Kurt said, being as sarcastic as Blaine had been acting.

"Aww, honey, I don't know how to thank you for your amazing support! I couldn't have asked for a better husband!" Blaine mocked him, smiling wickedly.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a box full of surprises, honey. You'll see." Kurt said, smiling back.

Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah whatever, let me show you around."

Kurt shrugged and followed Blaine through the apartment. Their time together was just starting and it was already a living hell.

I'm really proud of this story, it is one of my favorites, so I really hope you are liking it so far. Wait for the next chapter...I'll update it soon. I promise...stay tuned. XOXOXO