I was watching a film on the way back from America called 'The Big Wedding' and I decided it would be kind of funny to write a fic like that film, so here it is!

I do not own Glee, or The Big Wedding.

Please review and tell me what you think:)

They were all raised into a world of love. Of course they were, their parent's loved them unconditionally, just like every other family would. So maybe they weren't the stereotypical family that you think about when the word 'family' comes up in conversation, but that didn't change the fact that they were all happy together. And by 'not the stereotypical family,' two dads and 3 adopted children certainly didn't fill the stereotype.

So yes, at one point in their lives, Kurt and Blaine were very much in love, like they had always been. But when the knife started to break the surface, obviously someone had to come along and twist it. Ten years Kurt and Blaine had been happily married before, just like many other marriages, it turned into a contest of who could act like they care less.

But one thing never changed throughout the whole eighteen months it took for them to legally divorce, they loved their three adopted children just as much. Bailey, Max and Rylan were all perfect in their eyes. Bailey was always strong minded, she knew what she wanted and wouldn't stop until she had it, which was why neither Kurt or Blaine were surprised when she got into Harvard, nor were they surprised when she graduated with honours and became a very successful business woman. Although she was adopted, she could have easily been mistaken for Kurt's own child; with long flowing chestnut hair and those piecing blue orbs that Blaine once fell in love with.

Max was very much the opposite of his sister, flunking his way through as many classes as possible, moving away from his adopted parents at the ripe old age of twenty five. But they were still proud of Max, even if he did still turn up at Kurt's house every Sunday with a bag of laundry, claiming he still wasn't sure how the washing machine worked. But even through the things he had managed to lose, purposely and unintentionally, he had managed to keep one thing, and that was the job he got when he was eighteen at Dunkin' Doughnuts.

And then there was Rylan, he was very much the family man. He always had been. Unlike the rest of the kids, Rylan had managed to keep his childhood sweetheart, they met when they were just sixteen and instantly fell in love, Kurt and Blaine both thought very highly of the girl, Melissa. She was very beautiful and was perfect for Rylan. Rylan was also mistaken for Blaine's very own sometimes, having those honey gold eyes that once caused Kurt's knees to go week at just one look, he also had curls that just made you want to run your hands through them as soon as you saw them.

When Kurt and Blaine first announced their split to their children, they weren't really too surprised. For months, the couple had been at each other's throats for the littlest of things, for example Kurt would snap at Blaine for changing the song he was singing half way through when he was cooking or getting himself ready, claiming that it was weird that he couldn't seem to stick to one thing, which would just evolve into a completely different argument about how Kurt couldn't stick to one colour scheme when they agreed to have the house redecorated. In the end, they called the shots and decided they couldn't stand each other any longer and eighteen months later, they were in two completely different states, living two completely different lives. So when Kurt received his invitation to his son's wedding, he was over the moon for Rylan, wondering why they hadn't tied the knot sooner, but his mood instantly dropped when he saw where his son was planning on holding the wedding.

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" Kurt mumbled to himself as he checked the location. "Los Angles... Out of all the fucking states Rylan!" Kurt one again, shouted to himself. This wouldn't have been such a problem if his ex husband didn't own a huge guest house over there. Kurt knew that he'd have to see Blaine when he first heard about his son's marriage, but he was really hoping that he would smile at the man and that was it, he could stay out of his way and is time with Blaine would be over, but sadly, life isn't that easy.

"So how far are you away from dad's house?" Rylan asked his papa over the phone. "I really don't want you to be late to the rehearsal dinner."

"I've told you Ry, I'm about a half hour away, unless I find a bridge a decent height to jump off of." Kurt mumbled the last part, mostly to himself.

"I heard that." Rylan let out a deep sigh. "Please can you two just be civil, just for one weekend? It could be my wedding gift!"

"As much as I'd love for that to happen, you and I both know it won't. Plus, I'm sure your father as already paid out a fortune on some useless pile of shit that you're never going to use." Kurt rolled his eyes, Blaine was always one to spoil people with useless things.

"You're not even in the same state and you're already slating him, c'mon, papa!" Rylan sighed in frustration again.

"Well, I'm almost there now, Ry. I'll see you soon." Kurt told his eldest as he looked out the window at the scenery around him. Alright, LA was gorgeous state, and Blaine did have a lovely home. It was just a shame about the asshole that lived there.

"Drive safe, love you, papa."

"Love you too, son." Kurt sighed as he hung up the phone just as his driver parked up.

"Would you like a hand with your bangs, Mr. Hummel?" Kurt's driver asked.

"Oh no thank you, Miles. I'll make the old git useful for something." Kurt smiled at his driver through the rear view mirror.

"As you please." Miles said, trying to suppress a laugh, that Kurt didn't see. Miles got out the car and opened the door from Kurt, earning a smile from the older man. He looked at the house in front of him, the house that he used to call home and sighed. He walked up to the door and was about to knock, when he noticed it was open slightly, and being the person that Kurt had always been, he pushed the door open, only to hear something he really didn't want to hear.

"Blaine!" Someone giggled, making Kurt cringe. "Stop! Your kids are just upstairs!" The man giggled again, his voiced sounded like he hadn't even hit puberty yet.

"Yes, Blaine, please stop." Kurt said blankly as he said blankly as he strolled into the kitchen, where his ex husband had some boy on the kitchen counter, sucking on his neck.

"Perfect timing, as usual, ice queen." Blaine looked up and smiled at Kurt.

"Do us a favour and get my bags, will you? Or has the Viagra cut off the blood flow to your legs?" Kurt smiled sarcastically at Blaine.

"Very funny, I would tell you to get them yourself but I couldn't possibly ask you to move a muscle, your Botox may come loose." Blaine returned the smile, just as Rylan, Bailey and Max came rushing down the stairs.

"Seriously, dad. He's been here like five minutes?" Bailey rolled her eyes at Blaine.

"Five minutes is more than enough time to realise what a pain in the ass he is." Blaine said, under his breath.

"Five minutes? That's longer than I remember you lasting." Kurt said back, checking his nails as Blaine rolled his eyes again, while helping the boy off the kitchen counter.

"Gross." Bailey was next to roll her as she walked over to her papa, hugging him tightly. "I've missed you." She sighed into his shoulder.

"And I've missed you too." Kurt replied, hugging all his children and telling them how much he missed them all, just as Blaine came back in, struggling to carry a case almost the same size as him. "I swear we only had three kids, Blaine. I don't remember this one?" Kurt smiled sweetly at his ex, while pointing to the boy that Blaine had been almost eating earlier.

"Very funny. But this is partner, Oliver." Blaine smiled proudly at the younger boy.

"Oh right, don't tell me you were creeping around children's parks again, Blaine." Kurt asked, seriously. "You can get arrested for that, honey."

"Okay, so I think we should get these two away from each other!" Rylan announced, clapping his hands together.

"Do you really creep around kids parks, dad?" Max asked his father with a shocked look across his face, earning him a smack upside his head.

"And that was how I ended up designing Obama's house!" Kurt told his family, still proud of how far he had come in the five years that he and Blaine had been apart.

"That's great, Kurt. Nice to know you're paying for your own over priced handbags now." Blaine smiled at his ex husband, earning a glare from Kurt.

"Well since you're all here now." Rylan coughed awkwardly, trying to get his dad's attention away from each other. "Mel and I kind of need to talk about something with you two..." He trailed off, looking awkwardly between his two father's.

"What's that, sweetie?" Kurt asked.

"Well, as you know, I've been in touch with my birth mother for the last few years." He paused to take a deep breath. "And I've managed to pay for her flight out here, so she could come to the wedding, with the help of dad." Rylan added, making Blaine smiled proudly, while Kurt rolled his eyes. "But there's a slightly problem..." He added quietly.

"She didn't cancel did she? That ticket was a lot of money." Blaine's eyes widened.

"No, no, she didn't cancel... She... Well... As you may know, she's from the part of Spain, that's very religious and, well..." He stopped again, his soon to be wife, taking his hand and smiling at the man, urging him to go on.

"She's not homophobic is she? Because I don't think I can deal with another one of Blaine's mother." Kurt asked, while taking a sip of his wine, making Blaine scowl at him. "I would said don't scowl, Blaine or you'll get wrinkles, but you've already got them." Kurt added blankly.

"Dads! Come on!" Rylan almost shouted at the pair.

"Sorry, son. Go on." Blaine told his son.

"She's not homophobic, no. My mother, she asked how I was raised... I obviously told her into a lovely family... But she doesn't know that you two are divorced, so..." Rylan stuttered.

"Why don't you just tell her then?" Blaine asked, not too sure where his son was going with this.

"Because if I tell her, she'll think that I was lying to her, about being raised into love... Where she's from, they think divorce is a sin..." Rylan looked worried while Bailey and Max tried their best not to laugh.

"I'm sorry?" Kurt asked, eyes wide.

"I need you two to pretend to be married again." Rylan blurted out. Cause Blaine to choke on his drink and Kurt's jaw to drop.

"This weekend's going to be fucking brilliant!" Max mumbled to his sister.