Summary: Blaine shares his feelings with Sebastian and Sebastian shares his as well…but not only with Blaine.

Notes: Canon dialogue was used in this chapter. I am not and have never been associated with the television show Glee.

Unlike canon, all Season 4 New New Directions will be at the wedding and reception

There is a major canon timeline change with a mention of Regionals coming the weekend after the wedding.

The Wedding

Santana stopped to adjust her dress before entering the sanctuary, happy to see she wasn't as late as she thought she was. She had to laugh though at all the disappointed faces on the New New Directions (well, except Brittany. Damn, she looked good) when they realized it was only her.

This was going to be so much fun!

She saw Quinn sitting alone, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but where she was. "This seat taken?"

"It is a Carrot Top convention. I am so over this, and it hasn't even started yet" Quinn offered without any prompt but scooted over to give Santana room.

"Hey, I'm clearly the hottest bitch in this lousy joint, but I'm all alone, stuck here sitting with you. I hate weddings." Well, not this wedding, she told herself.

"Do you know what I hate? Men. Every single one of them is a pig, except maybe Mr. Schue and Al Roker. And you know what? You were right. I do let men define me, but not anymore. Like Gloria Steinem said A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle." Quinn ended her rant when Santana obviously muffled her laughter after reading a text. "What's going on?"

"What if I told you not all men are pigs? In fact, I'm looking forward to the arrival of two in particular. And Al Roker is disgusting, by the way."

"I have no idea what you're talking about but I must say your Auntie Snixx smirk is quite intriguing."

"Just keep your eyes Hummel."

Quinn found Kurt up front talking with Rachel and Mercedes. Nothing strange there. What she did find strange was how all the New New Directions seemed antsy, constantly turning to look to the back of the church. At first, she thought it was just Brittany turning to wave at Santana, but no, it was all of them. Her curiosity was waning when she saw Kurt turn completely white. She followed his train of sight to see Blaine hand-in-hand with…

Sebastian Fucking Smythe

"For real?" Quinn asked an incredibly smug Santana.

"Oh, yeah. It's totally real." Santana thought it pointless to tell her Seblaine was fake when she was certain by the end of the night they wouldn't be.

Quinn turned back around with a huge smile on her face. "You know, I love weddings."

Meanwhile, Blaine and Sebastian kept holding hands as they walked up the aisle and sat in a pew next to Sam and Brittany.

"You two look great" Brittany giggled, but only loud enough for the four of them to hear.

Sebastian let go of Blaine's hand but put his arm across the back of the pew "Was there ever a doubt?" He was ready to comment on the number of red-heads in the sanctuary, when Blaine began to fidget. "You ok…Babe?"

"Just waiting for the inevitable." Blaine subtly nodded to point out Kurt was on his way over, but the pending confrontation was postponed when Mr. Schue and Finn took their places.

The look of frustration on Kurt's face reminded Sam he was supposed to be taking pictures for the Warblers, so he got out his phone. "Dudes, you need to be more lovey-dovey."

Sebastian shook his head but leaned in and kissed Blaine's temple, earning him hushed squeals from Kitty, Hagatha and the rest of the Spice Girls sitting behind them. Blaine returned the kiss with one to Sebastian's cheek. It gave him the chance to whisper "I'm sorry, but I'm sure they're going to be like this all day. And I'm doubly sorry because Santana will be worse."

"It's fine, Babe." Sebastian didn't have a clue of how he would stop using the term of endearment when this was over. It was already becoming a habit.

When the procession of bridesmaids ended and the wedding march began, the congregation stood and turned to watch the bride's entrance. They fell into a stunned silence except for one last minute guest who couldn't control his laughter. "Ok, this might not be the appropriate time but I would like to note for the record I kept my promise to Artie. I had nothing to do with fucking up this wedding."

The Reception

Blaine put his Prius in park and shut it off but didn't move. "I'm giving you an out. You don't have to go in there."

Sebastian's heart dropped…to his feet. This fake-date had been damn near perfect. He wasn't going to let it end any earlier than it had to. "Why?"

"Because this has never been a fake-date for me and I don't think it has for you either. But Bas, if we were to take the word fake out of this, I'd be all in. It wouldn't be dating to me. It would be everything. And despite you saying in the past you don't do boyfriends, I really think you could and would be amazing."

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Ok, composure, Smythe. There's obviously a but, and by but he meant asshole. "But Hummel…"

"This has nothing to do with Kurt…sort of. With everything that's happened between us, there's no way I'd go back to him. This is about me being 98% ready to try and not be afraid of losing who I am in another relationship."

"Will you go out with me…" Blaine looked at him as if he had lost his mind "Let me finish. Go out with me on a doesn't-have-to-be-real-but-not-fake date 2 weeks from today. You have Regionals next weekend and when you win you'll want to celebrate with the Nude Erections."

"Santana?"

Sebastian gripped onto the side of his seat. He was beginning to panic since Blaine didn't give him an answer. "Of course" he replied, disguising (hopefully) his anxiety. "Anyway, we can keep doing what we've been doing with the texts and Skypes and Wednesday diner dinners until then but only if you want to." Please say yes.

"I'd understand if you said no but will you come to Regionals?"

It technically wasn't an answer but Sebastian took the invitation to Regionals as a good sign. "Already am, Babe."

Blaine's smile was enough of an answer but it was still nice to hear "Then yes, I would love to go on a doesn't-have-to-be-real-but-not-fake date with you in 2 weeks."

Sebastian's heart was finally back in his chest but was beating probably five times the normal rate. Blaine was right. This had never been fake for him either. However, the part about being an amazing boyfriend? He wasn't as sure as Blaine, but he was more than willing to try…and it didn't scare the shit out of him. Mostly.

In the meantime, he needed to get his head back into the situation at hand. "Great, but I actually have two stipulations. The first, explain why the hell you and I, your friends and the people that don't matter are even here?"

"A promised separate, unofficial and totally illegal open bar if we came and sang anyway. I think Miss Pillsbury's family is much happier they're celebrating the non-wedding and not the other way around. But, if you're ready to go through with this fake-date, we should get going. There's a meeting to hammer out a new quote/unquote set-list since all the sappy love songs we were asked to sing originally are out."

As they headed into the hotel Blaine remembered something. "You said you had two stipulations. What's the second?"

"I get to keep calling you Babe." Sebastian was a little leery of Blaine's reaction but again his smile showed there was nothing to worry about.

"Deal."

When Blaine and Sebastian finally found everyone, the first thing they noticed was they were the last to arrive. Seeing the expression on Kurt's face had Sebastian grip Blaine's hand tighter. "One word and we can be at Scandals in 15 minutes."

"Tempting, but no. I have to do this. But first…" Blaine rolled up on his toes and gave Sebastian's lips a peck. "Thank you."

"No problem, Babe."

"Hey Lovebirds! Get your cute asses over here!"

Sebastian's smile widened realizing the call over was from Kitty and not Santana. Yeah, he definitively liked the girl. "Fine, I suppose you need the real talent to decide what songs will complement Babe's choice. But whatever you chose, my big romantic gesture for him is set."

He knew there was a plan. Sam, Artie and the others weren't going to allow anyone unaware of the Seblaine plan a chance to talk, which (according to him) meant he could be as truthful (obnoxious) as he wanted. However, this wasn't only for him and Blaine. The New New Directions were tired of the graduates constantly taking charge without asking and this time Mr. Schue wasn't there to let it happen.

"Yeah, Dude, and we've got you're back." Brittany was discreetly pinching Sam to help him get through what he wanted to say without laughing. "Santana told, notice I didn't say asked, us guys to back you up. Interesting song choice."

"Satan chose it."

"Oh, Blaine, you're so lucky. But what should the rest of us sing?" Damn, which one was she? Sweetie Spice? No that was the girl actually named Sugar. Whoever she was, it made sense Rachel 2.0 was on Interrupt Rachel duty.

"Inappropriate for a wedding songs? God knows we've sung enough of them in Glee Club" Artie suggested.

Sebastian really liked Artie, and not just because he had given him the perfect opening. "Excuse me but the Warblers have sung both Glad You Came and Whistle in competition."

Before those assigned could block Rachel, Quinn did. "Some of us, as part of an Abstinence Club, sang Afternoon Delight with pictures of cherry pies floating around on a screen behind us. We all sang Blame It On The Alcohol while drunk…at school. Finn and Rachel sang With You I'm Born Again dressed as a priest and nun. We sang…"

"Holy Shit! Stop! You Win! You Win!" Sebastian couldn't remember the last time, if ever, he had laughed that hard. He was beginning to (only very, very, very slightly) see why Blaine stayed with these people instead of returning to Dalton.

"I know what we should sing!" Brittany screeched, bringing all attention to her. "Everyone hooks up at weddings!" She grabbed Blaine's hand and began dragging him toward the stage. "Unique! Tina! Come on!"

"Does anyone know what's going on?" Mike asked.

You could see the lightbulb go off in Artie's head "I do and it's brilliant considering her statements about hook-ups. We don't want to miss this, especially you Seb and Sam."

None of them realized they had let their guards down. Although to be honest, Sebastian was surprised they had managed to keep Kurt quiet this long. "I can't believe Blaine had the nerve to bring you."

Oh, he wanted to go there. "Well Hummel, I can't believe you didn't bring the guy you started fucking in New York after you abandoned, but didn't have the balls to break-up with, the guy you left back in Ohio."

"Burnnnnnnnnnnn" Ryder said under his breath but loud enough to make those around him giggle.

Kurt wasn't one of them. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"But I do, Hummel." All movement toward the stage halted when the previously (and scarily) silent Santana moved to stand next to Sebastian.

At the same time Sebastian could see Blaine and the girls setting up onstage. In a choice between confronting Kurt and watching Blaine perform, there wasn't one. "Come on, Satan. Let's go watch my boy blow these people out of the water."

"He's not your boy" Kurt snapped. He stepped forward to follow them only to find small, but firm, hand pushing him back.

"Oh, but he is Porcelain" Kitty drawled with special emphasis on her use of Sue's moniker for him. "And those of us who were once tortured by Blaine's sad-sack whining are not letting you anywhere near his happy bubble." It was in that moment Sebastian decided he no longer liked, but loved Kitty. She could be the little (like seriously little) sister he never wanted.

Sam managed to pull her away…ok, carry her away as she literally growled at Kurt. "You've made your point, Wild Cat. He understands he needs to stay away from Blaine and Sebastian."

"He better."

Those not named Kurt and Rachel, who were arguing about something, were front and center when Unique opened with the lyrics to Call Me Maybe. There had been an unspoken fear amongst all of them that even though Miss Pillsbury's parents asked them to perform, the family wouldn't be receptive considering they were Mr. Schue's students.

They couldn't have been more wrong. The red-heads were a bunch of party animals, up dancing and singing along for every song. Following Call Me Maybe, the girls and boys of the New New Directions each repeated their performances of Locked Out Of Heaven and No Scrubs from the Sadie Hawkins dance. When they finished, Kurt and Rachel made their way to the stage but the band demanded a break…and a formal, written set list. Evidently, not all bands can pull songs out of their asses at a moment's notice like the one at McKinley.

Due to the break, everyone wanted to check out the room with their "open bar". Because of the Kurt/Sebastian/Santana/Kitty kerfuffle, it was agreed this should be done in shifts, split between graduates and non. It was a given Santana would join Blaine and Sebastian's group but somehow, they also wound up with Quinn, Mike and a niece of Miss Pillsbury's that Artie had been dancing with. Not that any of them minded.

"Babe, that was crazy!" Sebastian amused as he slammed back a shot.

Blaine held up his cup as if to give a toast. "Welcome to the New New Directions, Bas. It's where crazy just seems to happen."

There were a couple of other silly toasts before everyone got down to the serious business of drinking and choosing the next group of songs to perform. In the middle of a battle of whether Sam should sing Red Solo Cup or not, Blaine pulled Sebastian and Santana to the side. "I think the two of you should sing Smooth Criminal."

Well, that was unexpected.

TBC

If you read my work it may seem as if I've posted quite a bit lately and it's true. I have been stuck at home for the better part of two weeks due to smoke from forest fires in my area and horrible allergies. However, I am finally free so a heads-up that future updates will not be coming as quickly :(

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