When Kurt pulled into the driveway of his fathers house he groaned, his brother and his wife were here too. He loved his brother, but he couldn't stand Rachel. During high school he and Rachel tolerated each other, they both knew they had to work together to get anything accomplished in Glee club, and their voices blended well with each other. After high school though, Kurt couldn't stand knowing that Rachel was making it on Broadway while he had to resort to his backup plan. Now that Rachel had been in multiple shows over the last 5 years she was starting to lose her appeal, while Kurt was still making a name for himself. Rachel was beginning to hate Kurt more than Kurt had hated her in the past. When they were in the same room the tension flowed, but Kurt was in too good of a mood to let anything spoil it today.

He put on a smile and walked up the path to the door. He was greeted by Carole, who he hugged as he stepped in to the foyer. "Kurt, Finn and Rachel are here, they say they have some exciting news they wanted to share with family." Kurt saw her eyes light up, and he could only think of one thing that would make her happy, he honestly hoped he was wrong.

He took off his coat and shoes before proceeding to the living room, where his brother, Rachel, and his parents were sitting. Rachel was leaning close to Finn, who was stroking her arm. He sighed, all he had ever wanted was someone to snuggle with, but even the time spent in New York hadn't given him that.

Once he took a seat, Finn cleared his throat. Everyone looked at the couple on the couch, but before Finn could speak, Rachel's stardom took over, "Burt, Carole," she spoke, then gave Kurt a glance and quickly added, "Kurt," before taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant." Kurt was right, and now he was wishing he had stayed home instead of coming to dinner like he always did on Wednesday nights. He averted his eyes from his families, he didn't want to show them the pain he knew would be there. Carole was fawning over Rachel, Burt was clapping Finn on the back, congratulating him.

Kurt took out his phone to do some work, as dinner was going to be postponed by baby talk. His eyes lit up as he read the sender of a new email: Blaine Anderson.

From: Blaine_Anderson BASportsandFitness. Net

Subject: Our Next Meeting

Mr. Hummel,

I'd like to thank you again for agreeing to our wedding. Ellie is so excited, though you might not have been able to tell from our meeting earlier; work has been very stressful for her lately. I told her not to worry about the wedding, you and I would make sure it's perfect. I have a pretty clear schedule the rest of the week – when would be a good time to meet and decide on how to proceed? I have dates that Ellie cannot possibly be away from work, so maybe the next thing we need to figure out is when to do her dress fittings and such. She gave me the name and number of the girls that are going to be her bridesmaids. I figured I could just pass those on to you and you could take care of it – I don't really know these girls that well, so I don't think it really matters if you or I call them.

Like I said, anytime this week works for our next meeting, just let me know.

Sincerely,

Blaine Anderson

Kurt quickly wrote out a reply, asking Blaine if Friday at noon worked for him. He suggested the Lima Bean again, but also let him know that if a place in Westerville worked better he would drive there.

His family was still busy with baby talk by the time he finished his e-mails, so he loudly cleared his throat as he stood up.

Everyone looked at him, but Carole was the only one who spoke, "Oh, Kurt, I'm sorry. We seem to have forgotten all about dinner. Why don't we go in to the dining room and get started, the chicken should still be warm." Rachel glared at him as if he offended her, while really he just wanted to eat dinner. When they sat down, Rachel sat as far away from Kurt as possible, which Kurt was fine with.

Kurt put small portions of food on his plate while watching incredulously as his brother piled his plate high, just like back in high school – which reminded Kurt… "Hey Finn, do you know of a Blaine Anderson?" If there was one thing Kurt could count on his brother to remember it was people.

Finn sat there with a look of concentration on his face while Rachel's lips turned into a scowl. "I know that name", she said quietly and with clear contempt. "He was the lead soloist of one of our competitions back in high school – The Warblers."

Suddenly Finn piped up, "Oh yea, and he was also on Dalton Academy's fencing team, polo team, and lacrosse team. I think he opened up his own sports shop not too far away; it caters to some of the lesser-known sports, but is doing pretty well. I've gone in once when I was looking for a specialty fishing pole for Burt."

Kurt nodded at both of their answers… He knew he had heard the name before, and now it made sense; if Blaine had been part of an opposing glee club Kurt would have at least heard of him even if he didn't remember him.

"Why do you ask?" Finn asked, Rachel glaring at the fact Kurt had the attention of the table and not her.

"Oh, I'm planning his wedding", he said nonchalantly.

"Cool bro", Finn said as he stuffed more potatoes in his face. Kurt made a face of disgust, how Rachel could deal with that was beyond him

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When dinner was finished Finn and Rachel left to go home. Kurt stayed around to help Carole with the dishes and then ran to the shop with Dad. He had a little project sitting in an unused bay that he wanted to finish; not many people knew that Kurt Hummel, wedding planner extraordinaire was also a gear-head. Kurt built all of his own cars, besides the Navigator his father bought him when he was sixteen. Right now he had the shell of a late 1960s mustang sitting in the bay. He had everything he needed to make it run, the engine, transmission, battery, now all he had to do was put it all together and give it a new paint job, and after dealing with Finn and Rachel tonight he wanted nothing more than to get lost in the car.

It was past midnight when Burt quietly cleared his throat to announce his presence. Kurt looked up from where he was crouched over the engine, connecting some wires. "Yeah?" he asked as he wiped his hands on the rag that was sticking out of his coveralls.

"Son, it's nearing one in the morning. You need to go home and get some sleep; the car can wait." Burt was looking at Kurt worriedly, usually Kurt only got caught up in mechanics when something was bothering him, but he didn't want to pry.

Kurt sighed but started to clean up his tools, shoving them in box marked KURT that stayed tucked away in a back corner that no one ever ventured into.

After saying their goodbyes Kurt and his father went in their separate directions, Burt to bed with Carole, Kurt to his home office, knowing that sleep would still be impossible. He couldn't get the idea of Blaine Anderson singing and dancing out of his head, thanks to Rachel's memory. Kurt decided to get on YouTube and search for past Dalton Academy Warbler performances and what met him changed his views on Blaine Anderson completely.

A/N: Sorry it's taking me forever… work and school take priority over writing… although I might get a lot more done in the next few hours because the boyfriend and I are in the middle of a fight and I need to do something to get my mind off him…