Okay okay okay. I know some of you guys are probably looking for my address to murder me or something because of how long I've been with this chapter and guess what, I'm not giving it to you lol.

Seriously though, I'm sooo sorry for being late with this. I had a lot of work to do with this chapter and I needed it to be perfect.

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Taking a deep breath, Blaine knocked on Kurt's apartment door and waited for a response. He had just come out of an argument with his parents concerning the arranged marriage between him and another guy named, Sam Evans and now they were forcing him to break up with his boyfriend, Kurt Hummel.

Blaine had met Kurt when he was in Dalton Academy and the first time they'd met, they had become quick friends. Blaine knew all about the arranged marriage ever since he was in middle school. It was like a tradition in their family. Whenever an Anderson turned twenty, their parents had to find someone to marry them off to. Blaine didn't really get it, but it was something wealthy people did. His parents did the same thing for Cooper too but that didn't stop Cooper from cheating on his wife a couple of times before finally deciding on trying to work on his marriage.

Blaine and Kurt had a lot of chemistry together. He wanted to be a big star on Broadway just like Blaine wanted to be. Despite the fact that he knew all about the arranged marriage thing, it didn't stop him from falling in love with his close friend, even starting a relationship with Kurt.

He was so stupid.

Of course when his father brought up the arranged marriage topic, Blaine bit back by saying they were sad, pitiful people who only wanted to control his life and that he would never succumb to their request. The result was a hard slap across his face from his mother who didn't take what he said very lightly. It had caused his face to swell up very badly, for which Blaine tried to use make up to cover the remnants of the slap.

Blaine's parents were very strict, especially his mother, so Blaine wasn't surprised when she slapped him. Blaine wasn't very close with his parents. They never really spoke to each other much either.

The only time they have shown to have a close relationship was when they were doing it as an act for other people. One time his parents had really shown true affection for him was when he had came out to his parents in high school after he had gotten bullied for being gay. His mother said she was okay with it, so did his father and at that moment Blaine actually thought his parents really did love him but then it all went back to the acting.

Blaine sighed.

Today was the day he was going to be meeting his soon to be husband and his soon to be in-laws. However, his parents had forced him to break up with Kurt first.

"Blaine!" Kurt beamed when he opened the door, allowing him in. The corners of his lips turned. "I wasn't expecting you. What happened to your face?"

Blaine winced when Kurt's hand immediately flew to Blaine's cheek.

"Is that makeup?"

Blaine sighed and nodded. "I got into a fight with my parents this morning."

"Why?"

Blaine shook his head. "It's nothing. Uh…can we talk in the living room? There's something I really have to tell you."

Kurt's expressions grew even more worried when he followed Blaine into his living room, both taking a seat on his couch.

"Now tell me what's going on."

"Do you remember the time I told you all about my family and their traditional marriages?" Blaine asked, his hand wrapping around Kurt's securely.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. He remembered, vaguely, about Blaine talking about something to do with arrange marriages but he never thought Blaine was really serious, or if he was just pulling his leg or something. "I—I think so. Why?"

"Well they found a guy for me to get married to and it's in two days. I'm supposed to meet him today."

Kurt chuckled. "You're kidding me….right?"

"No I'm actually serious."

"So you came here to break up with me?"

"Well yes but it's not my choice. They're forcing me to do it Kurt."

Kurt felt himself being taken over by raw emotion.

Kurt wasn't willing to give up on Blaine. They have been together for almost three years, which he could say was longer than most married couples have been together. Some of his friends even considered them an old married couple too.

Yeah, their relationship haven't really been the same lately with Kurt being all wrapped up working for and Blaine being busy at Nyada that they really haven't had time for stuff like dates and other things couples did but Kurt still wanted to be with Blaine no matter how boring their relationship has been.

"Then let's elope."

Blaine's eyes widened. Shocked by the words Kurt had just uttered.

The last time he checked Kurt hated people who eloped instead of having a normal wedding. Kurt always said people who eloped were just cowards who only ran away because they were scared to fight for what they wanted.

But now Kurt was suggesting elopement.

"What?" Blaine asked in disbelief.

A smile played on Kurt's face as he tugged on Blaine's arm. "Can you imagine if we elope? It would be like a big fuck you to your parents and there would be nothing they can do about it because the papers would have already been signed and we would be the ones married," Kurt beamed, his eyes glowering with what seemed as hope.

Blaine bit his lip, thinking over what Kurt had said. It would be like a big fuck you to his parents and Blaine would want that too but-but he just couldn't.

It was weird because Blaine never took shit from no one. He always stood up for himself and wasn't afraid of a challenge. But going head to head with his parents was something Blaine didn't know if he can do. Knowing how his parents always win in the end.

If he went ahead and elope with Kurt, a slap on the face would be like a slap on the wrist compared to what they will do to him. They'll probably throw him out of their house or throw him out of school or better yet disown him.

Kurt frowned when he saw the doubtful look on Blaine's face.

"Why are you being all scared for?" Kurt asked. "Courage. Wasn't that your motto?"

"But what about my parents?"

"What about them?"

"I know how my parents are like. I'm pretty sure if I elope with you, they'll disown me."

Blaine hated how scared his voice sounded, but he ignored it anyway.

Standing up, Kurt glowered down at Blaine.

"What about us Blaine?" Kurt hissed with asperity, his eyes flooded as many emotions caught up with him. "Where's my happily ever after you promised me? Or have you already forgotten about that?"

Blinking, Blaine gaped at Kurt. He didn't know what to say. He felt guilty for ever causing those tears to well up in Kurt's eyes and he wanted so badly to wipe them away and tell Kurt he was never going to leave him in a million years, but he couldn't do that.

He just couldn't.

"Kurt…" Blaine eventually choked out. "You have to believe me when I say I never wanted hurt you, I never wanted to give you up and I'm sorry—"

"Save it!" Kurt snapped. "I've already heard plenty of those 'I'm sorry's' and I'm not about to hear another one from you."

Blaine watched as Kurt, his Kurt stormed out from the room in rage, leaving Blaine in the living room alone, feeling even guiltier than before.

This was it.

Blaine was never going to see him again, nor was he ever going to touch him again or hear those I love you's he had always longed for.

It was all over and Blaine had no one to blame but himself. Only…only if Blaine would stop being such a coward and face his parents like a real man would none of this would happen. He would still be with Kurt and they would still have their happily ever after.

Sam rolled his eyes when he received a text from his mother, informing him not to be late.

He was going to meet his 'fiancé' and the other Andersons later that day and he was suppose to leave early so that they could leave together.

He hurriedly shoved his phone back into his jeans pocket when he saw Mercedes enter the restaurant. Sam's heart stopped when she finally spotted him, a huge grin forming on her lips as she ambled towards him.

He knew that beautiful smile wouldn't last long after he had broken the news of his arranged marriage to her.

Despite his parent's requests, he decided he wasn't going to break up with her. He loved her too much to do that to her.

He had dated countless girls who didn't really love him like he thought they would but with Mercedes; Sam knew she was a keeper. Someone he knew he could trust with his heart.

"Hey, Baby." Mercedes said, taking a seat across from him.

She rested her hand bag on the floor and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

It may be the last kiss they'd ever share together, so of course Sam wasn't going to pull away just yet.

Tilting his head, he yanked her to him, tasting tentatively with his tongue. The kiss was so warm and so full of passion that Sam couldn't find it in himself to stop. He did, eventually, separating his lips from hers when he remembered why he had called her for.

"Wow," she murmured eyes wide open. "We should kiss like that more often."

"Uh, yeah, um that's why I brought you here. I have something very important to tell you."

"Wait let me go first," she said, excitedly.

Sam pursed his lips.

He really wanted to go first, but he guessed it wouldn't hurt to let Mercedes say what she had to say and then break the news to her.

Sam shrugged and nodded. "Okay then, you go first."

"So you know that job I got as a backup singer for Beyonce?"

"Yeah."

Mercedes recently had gotten a job as a backup singer for Beyonce when she auditioned for the part, for which she was hired on the spot because of how good her performance was.

Sam wasn't surprised though when she had gotten it, having already planned a celebration party for her with Santana before she had even auditioned for the part.

"Well, she's going on tour and you won't believe it. They want me to join them!"

Sam's eyes widened and a huge smile crossed his face. "Oh my God, Mercedes! That's excellent news!"

He then leaned in for a short hug.

"Yeah I can't believe it. I mean when they called I was practically shaking when they told me."

"Well you're amazing baby. They would be crazy if they didn't take you. When does it begin?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah and It's in England," She added.

Sam felt his shoulders and face drop when she said the tour was in England.

England!

England was like a billion miles from him.

How is their relationship going to survive if she moved to England?

Did that meant she was breaking up with him?

"Don't worry," she laughed when she saw the fear on Sam's face. "I have tickets."

She then picked up her hand bag from the floor, unzipped it and searched haphazardly for the tickets. When she finally got them, she pulled them out showing Sam two tickets.

"The other one is for you." She then handed one to him and Sam took it, "Now what did you have to tell me?"

"I'm getting married," he announced, causing the smile that was on Mercedes's face to fade away.

"…what?"

"I'm getting married," he repeated. "It's with a guy my parents arranged for me. It's in two days."

"Two days!?" she exclaimed and Sam nodded. "How long have you known about this?"

"That's the thing I didn't know about it. I just found out yesterday."

"So you mean that's why you called me down here?" she asked, sounding hurt. "…To break my heart?"

Sam shook his head, quickly denying her accusations. "No, no, of course not, I want us to stay together…"

"But how are we going to do that when you're getting married in two days?"

"Well…" he began, looking down at the ticket in his hand. "We can move to England and get married there."

"Married?"

Sam nodded with a bright smile.

"Yeah."

Staring at Sam, Mercedes puckered her lips, feeling overwhelmed by Sam's request.

She liked Sam. He was the only guy that treated him the way she has always wanted to be treated. Like a queen. And the way he always looked at her too, like she was the center of his universe. She should feel lucky to be in a relationship with a guy like him.

But marriage?

Marriage wasn't something she was ready for.

Sam continued, "Before you say anything I want you to know that I really, really love you and if your decision is to break up with me I will accept that but I'm really hoping you'll say yes and that maybe we can find a way and work things out."

Taking a deep breath, she reached for Sam's hand, staring deeply into his eyes.

Being in this position many times, Sam knew what she was about to say before she even said the words.

"I'm sorry Sam….but I think we should break up."

The ride to where the Anderson lived was a very quiet one, which Sam was grateful for.

After he had left the restaurant and returned home, his eyes had been red and puffy because of all the crying he had been doing in his ride back home from the restaurant and his parents had seen him crying in the car too.

Although their facial expressions morphed into concern, they didn't ask him how it went and Sam didn't want them to either. He didn't want to talk to his parents about the break up with Mercedes since they were the ones that caused it in the first place.

Of course, he was still angry with his parents for what they had done. Making him marry someone without even telling him was something not many people would ever forgive.

Mercedes was the love of his life and the reason for them breaking up was because they wanted him to get married to some rich guy. To think his parents were capable of doing something like that made him question if his parents really did love him or not.

Pulling up to the Anderson household after a freaking long drive, Sam stepped out of the car and marveled at the large mansion that towered over him, as if attempting to intimidate him with its beauty. Under the sun, it gleam a deep blue, with pale ivory running along the edges outlining the house. The house in general, gave a feeling of calmness to all who passed by.

"Wow," Sam whispered to himself.

Both his parents then stepped out of the car, closing the door behind them.

"Come on Sam," his father said, hurrying across the yard. "They're waiting for us."

Sam sighed and followed his parents.

While walking, he noticed a marble fountain sitting towards the right side of the lawn. It was shaped like a baby angel, looking up towards the sky, holding a horn with water spurting out of it. The water fell gently towards the crystal blue pool beneath it.

Huh?

Sam knew the Andersons were rich but he didn't know they were that rich.

If they were so rich, why did they choose him to marry their son anyway? Couldn't they find someone else who's equally as rich as them?

Sam wanted to ask his parents but found it hard to do since he was still angry for what his parents had done to him and wasn't planning on starting any friendly conversation with them any time soon.

"Remember son," his father spoke up." No slouching. You always do that when you're at home."

Sam didn't respond though.

Maybe if he had worn something baggier or kept his hair untamed, the Andersons would change their mind and find someone else who would be more suitable to marry their son instead of him.

Damn, why didn't he think of that earlier?

When they gotten to the front door, Dwight knocked a couple of times until it finally swung open, revealing a middle aged, dark curly haired woman, with a bright smile standing in front of them.

"Oh, Dwight, Mary, I'm so happy you were able to make it."

The woman wore a white wool jersey sleeveless dress that looked like it was made my high class designers. It had put what the Evans family was wearing to shame.

"We appreciate the welcome Annabelle," Mary said, shaking her hand.

"And you must be my soon to be son in law," Annabelle said, turning to face Sam. "My you look so handsome. Just one look and my son is going to fall quickly in love with you."

Sam forced a smile and shook her hand. "Thanks Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh honey, no, call me Annabelle," she said. "Please come in."

Stepping aside, she allowed the Evans to come into her home.

Blinking, Sam was taken aback by how even more beautiful the house looked inside and was feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all.

Sam didn't know how to describe it really but it looked like a place where royalty lived.

"My husband and our son are waiting in the living room, so would you follow me, please?"

The Evans nodded in unison and followed Annabelle into the living room where a middle aged man and a younger guy, Sam presumed was their son sat.

"It's the Evans family!" the middle aged man beamed, jumping from his seat towards them. "It's been a while."

"Same here George," Dwight said, shaking George's hand.

Dwight and George have been best friends in high school which was one of the reasons why George choose Dwight's son to marry his own.

The other reason being Blaine was gay and there wasn't many wealthy folks he knew who's son's were equally gay or even bisexual so it had came as a stroke of luck when he had ran into Dwight years ago, who had recently lost his job as a business man.

He had offered Dwight help financially when he found out during an outing with him at one of his famous clubs he owned that Dwight's family was going through a financial crisis and as a return, knowing that Dwight's son was bisexual asked for Dwight's son to be the future husband of his.

He gave Dwight time to think about it which he took two months to do before agreeing with his proposal.

"Sam," George said, gesturing for the other dark haired boy who sat on the couch to stand up. "This is Blaine Anderson…your fiancé."

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