"…And then they said 'Thank you for coming'. Can you believe that?" Kurt said angrily. He was recounting the story of the audition he had blown on the day he'd met Blaine (the 2nd time)

Blaine shook his head. "From what I've heard from you, they should have given you the part on the spot."

They had been meeting every day at the coffee shop for almost a month now, even when Blaine didn't have to work. And everyday Blaine noticed some adorable thing about Kurt he hadn't noticed before: the way his nose crinkled when he was in denial, the way he stuck the tip of his tongue when he thought really hard, the way the tips of his ears turned red when he was embarrassed. The list could go on for days.

"...and just because the guy read some stupid poem? Please!" Crap, he hadn't realized he was still talking. Blaine was too busy staring at those perfect lips…snap out of it, Anderson!

"You know, someday you're going to have to show me this supposedly amazing voice of yours," Blaine said, smiling.

"Oh trust me, I will. And you will be blown away." Was it just Blaine, or did that sound slightly suggestive? Blaine's phone rang, snapping him out of his daze.

"Hello...okay, yes…I'll pick it up later…okay, bye" He hung up.

"Who was that?"

"The dry-cleaners. My suit is ready apparently."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "And what do you need a suit for?"

"My cousin's wedding is in 2 days, and a few days ago I realized that my only suit had cake icing stains from the last wedding I went to."

Kurt smiled. "You're going to a wedding?"

"I believe I just said that. I really don't wanna go, though."

"Why not? I love weddings!"

Blaine sighed. "I guess they just remind me of how lonely I am, and how I'm probably never going to see my wedding day."

"Don't be so hard on yourself! There's someone there for everyone, and he may be closer than you think." Kurt said. Blaine cracked a smile. He may be closer than you think…

"And why do you love weddings so much?" Blaine asked.

"I just love the idea of loving someone so much you're willing to say that you'll spend the rest of your life with them, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part," Kurt said with a glazed look in his eyes. "If my Broadway career doesn't pick up, I might just become a wedding planner."

Blaine grinned. "Really?"

"Really really. I actually planned my dad's wedding, and it turned out pretty well. I'd say I have a gift."

"Your parents are divorced?" It came out before he had a chance to think it through. Kurt's face told him that it was a mistake.

"No…um…my mom died when I was 8." He said quietly.

Blaine felt horrible. "Kurt, I'm really sorry…"

"Please, don't," Kurt said. "I got enough pity from people 15 years ago."

"Well, then I'm sorry for bringing it up. I didn't mean to pry."

"It's fine, really," Kurt said, waving his hands. "It was a long time ago."

"Then let me make it up to you. Be my date for the wedding."

Kurt's eyes bugged. "Your…date? Would I even be allowed in, seeing as I don't have an invitation?"

"I can pull some strings," Blaine said, winking. "So what do you say? Are you in?"

For a second Blaine was scared that he was going to say no. Then Kurt smiled and said, "It would be an honour." Blaine cheered internally. They agreed on the time before Kurt had to leave. By the time Wes got to the table, Blaine was grinning like an idiot.

"Oh my God, what happened? DID HE PROPOSE?"

"No, but I think I just asked him out."

Wes stared at him, unimpressed. "On another platonic coffee date? Well done, Blaine." He said sarcastically.

"No, I invited him to Rose's wedding on Saturday!"

"Did you use the word date?"

"I asked him if he'd be my date."

Wes sat still for a few seconds before exploding in joy. "FINALLY! YOU FINALLY DID IT! GRANTED, IT'S NOT AN ACTUAL DATE, BUT IT'S A START! OH BLAINE THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING AND IM GOING TO HELP YOU PREPARE YOUR OUTFIT AND-"

"WES HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO YELL IN THE SHOP?" Blaine yelled, cutting him off.

"Well, it's a good thing I put up the 'closed' sign at 4 so that there was no one there to interrupt your little date because there's no one here."

"YOU CLOSED THE SHOP AT 4?"

"Um…"

"I give up. You're impossible." Blaine said exasperatedly.

"I can't be impossible; I exist! I think what you meant to say was 'I give up. You're improbable."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Bye, Wes."

Kurt opened the door to the apartment to find Rachel up on a stepladder scrubbing something off the ceiling. As soon as she saw him standing there, she stopped scrubbing and tried to hide the green stain.

"Um…hi, Kurt." She said nervously. "I was…um…trying to make a veggie smoothie for myself, and…I kind of forgot to put the lid on the blender…and the stain won't seem to come out." She winced, waiting for Kurt to explode. But surprisingly, he didn't.

"It's fine, Rach, we'll just put some paint over it. I'll do that tomorrow." Kurt said, taking off his shoes.

"I'll do it; it was my mistake," Rachel said, climbing down from the stepladder.

"No, no, it's fine, I have nothing to do tomorrow anyway," Kurt told her.

Rachel wrinkled her eyebrows. "What's got you in such a good mood? You should be chewing me out by now and threatening to kick me out."

"Why would I kick you out? We've been best friends since high school, I'm not that mean."

Now Rachel was really confused. Kurt threatened to kick her out every week, even over little things like forgetting to put the cap back on the toothpaste. Then it came to her. "It's Blaine, isn't it? What happened?" She asked, running over to him.

Kurt turned beet red. "Nothing happened!" He said. Rachel stared at him. "Nothing big," He rephrased.

"Tell me, Kurt!" She begged, pulling them over to the couch.

Kurt took a breath. "He invited me to his cousin's wedding on Saturday…as his date." Rachel's jaw dropped.

"His date? Oh my God, Kurt, this is amazing!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Rachel, relax! It probably doesn't mean anything!" Kurt said.

"It doesn't mean anything? Of course it means something! He's willing to invite you to his – wait," Rachel said, pausing. "Do you want it to not mean anything?"

"Of course I want it to mean something! I want it to mean everything!" Kurt looked at Rachel, who was staring at him fixedly. "I mean – I…." He put his head in his hands and moaned. Rachel put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"You really like him, don't you?" She said gently. Kurt nodded, not lifting his head. "Honey, look at me." She tilted his head up. "Talk to me."

"I…I've never felt this strongly for anyone before, and I've only known him for a month! What's wrong with me, Rachel? I feel like I'm going crazy!" Kurt leant his head back and closed his eyes.

Rachel looked at him sympathetically. "Kurt, nothing's wrong with you. There's no right or wrong when it comes to love. And I can tell you right now that he wouldn't invite you to a wedding as his date if he didn't at least feel something for you."

"But I don't want him to just feel something for me. I want him to love me. I want him to love me as much as I think I love him."

Rachel's eyes widened. "You love him?"

"…I think so. I – no, this is stupid. I barely know him; how can I love him?" Kurt said exasperatedly.

"What do you feel when you're with him?" Rachel prompted.

"I feel…like I'm falling at 1000 miles per hour, falling into those perfect hazel eyes with no way of turning back…but I know that he's there to catch me."

Rachel smiled. "That sounds like the perfect definition of love."

"What should I do?" Kurt asked desperately.

"Well, from my experience in watching romance movies, the love you feel for him can only be felt for a soulmate. This boy could very well be the one. And if he is, you can rest assured he feels the same way."

Kurt sighed. "Rachel, life isn't one big romance movie."

"I know that. I also know that love is never that easy. Which is why I think the only thing you can do is listen to your heart."

"But what if it gives me the wrong advice?"

"I think you're just going to have to trust it to give you better advice than me. Cause other than that, I've got nothing."

Kurt laughed sadly. "Do you really think I should do this?"

"Yes, of course!" She took his hands. "If your heart says to tell him, then tell him. If it says don't tell him, keep quiet. If it tells you to pull him into a bathroom stall and have your way with him, so be it."

Kurt blushed down to his toes. "I'm not going to have my way with him!"

"But you want to, right?"

"Can we please change the subject?"

Rachel laughed. "Alright. I think I'll let you cook tonight so we don't end up with scorch marks on the ceiling as well."

"You know, Rach, I really don't feel like cooking today. How about some takeout?"

"Thai it is!"

Blaine was having the weirdest dream. He was lying in bed and Wes was standing next to him, staring at him with a terrifying smile.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Wes said, way too cheerfully. What was Wes doing in his dream? The last time Wes appeared in his dreams was when he was playing on an opposing Quidditch team.

"Up, up, up! It's Saturday! Today's the wedding!" What wedding? Who was he getting married to? Please say Kurt…or Tom Felton.

"What's wrong with you Blaine? You're sleepwalking on me here!" Wes grabbed his arm and pulled him up. As soon as he was standing, Wes slapped him across the face.

"OW! The Dream version of you is mean…" Blaine said.

"What? Dream? What the hell are you going on about?" He asked, confused. Then it dawned on Blaine. If this was a dream, he would have woken up when Wes slapped him. That meant…

"How the hell did you get in?" Blaine yelled.

"Please. The lock on your door is broken. You're practically inviting psychopaths to break in."

"In that case, congratulations, you're the first of many."

Wes rolled his eyes. "Thank you, your Majesty. I am honoured that you consider your lowly best friend a crazy psychopath. Especially when he just broke into your apartment to help you."

"Do you hear yourself?"

"Shut up. We have to prep for your date!"

"It's not a date! It's just me taking my incredibly attractive friend to my cousin's wedding." Blaine said exasperatedly.

"Your friend that you loooove!" Wes said in a singsong voice. Blaine stayed silent. "Why are you so quiet? You should be saying 'I don't love him; I just think he's nice' or some other crap I know isn't true." He asked, confused.

"Because I'm not sure if I do," Blaine answered.

"Do what?"

"Love him."

Wes' eyes bugged. "Lemme get this straight: you think you might actually love him?"

"Maybe, I don't know. It just kind of came to me last night; that it might be a possibility. "

Wes nodded, attempting to stay calm. He pulled out his phone, hit speed dial number 2, put it on speaker and yelled, "DAVID!"

"Yeah?" The voice on the other end said groggily. Blaine turned. Why was Wes calling his roommate?

"Blaine thinks he might love him!" Wes yelled into the phone.

"Love who?" David asked. It was 7 in the morning; he couldn't handle Wes in the morning without at least his morning coffee.

"God, why is everyone so slow today? Kurt! He might love Kurt!" Wes said enthusiastically. There was silence on the other end, and then a crash as David dropped his coffee mug.

"Seriously?!"

"YES!" They started screaming happily. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"You told him?" Blaine asked.

"Of course I told him! He's my roomie, my bestie, my amigo! We tell each other everything!" Wes exclaimed.

"You also gossip like teenage girls."

"I resent that! We just like to know what's going on in our friend's life, namely the fact that he may be in love with someone!" David clarified.

"I'm not sure if – look, this is stupid. I don't even know why I mentioned it. I don't love him; I've known him for a month!"

"SHUT UP. YES YOU DO." Wes yelled.

David took a calmer approach at getting Blaine to talk. "What were you doing when you realized it was a possibility?"

Wes' eyes widened. "DO NOT ANSWER THAT BLAINE."

Blaine looked confused. "What do you – oh." He proceeded to whack Wes in the head with a pillow. "Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"What? There is a completely logical possibility that you were ma- OUMPH!" He said as Blaine hit him in the face again to keep him from finishing that thought.

"Moving on from that horrific image which has now been permanently burned into my brain," David said, getting them off the topic. "What were you actually doing? Assuming you weren't actually…you know."

"I was NOT, thank you very much," Blaine said, annoyed. "I was watching something on TV."

"Ooh! Was it The Notebook?" Wes asked hopefully.

No. It was a documentary about lung cancer on the Discovery Channel."

"Lung cancer reminds you of him? Oh, the romance is suffocating."

"Oh! Were you thinking about how if you got a life-threatening illness you would want him to know that you love him?" Wes asked. Blaine stared at him. "What? I'm a hopeless romantic!"

"Right. This is from the guy who assumed he was thinking of him while-"

"ANYWAYS," Blaine said, interrupting. "I was watching, and I got bored after the first 15 minutes. So mind wandered off and I started thinking about Kurt – that happens a lot these days."

"AWWW," They both said in unison. Blaine glared.

"So I started thinking about my…feelings…and how I'd never felt that way about someone else before. How this is so much more than just a crush. I'm sure of it. Then it came to me. The fact that I might actually love him. And I know it sounds stupid, but when I'm with him, I feel like the world could disappear and I wouldn't even care as long as I had him with me. Whether it be as a friend, a best friend or a boyfriend, I really don't care. One way or another, I want him in my life. And as long as he's with me…I feel like it's all going to be alright."

His friends' eyes widened. They had heard their friend be deep before, but that had been with his only serious boyfriend, who had turned out to be a cheating asshole. That had been the only time that they had seen him actually be in love. But looking at Blaine now, talking about Kurt like that…it was so much more than what he had felt for Jonathan. They could see it in his eyes.

A comfortable silence hung in the air before David broke it by yelling, "BLAINEY, THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I knew you guys would act like this if I told you."

"Don't listen to him, Blaine. He's just being his immature self." Wes explained.

"Oh, I'm immature? You're the one who still makes love stories out of your Power Rangers!"

"Look, the Red Ranger and the Blue Ranger are soulmates, dammit! And that Yellow Ranger that keeps getting in the way…anyways. Blaine, what we meant to say was that we're glad you've found someone who can make you smile again."

Blaine grinned. "Thanks, guys. Annoying as you may be, you actually are good friends."

"Aw, stop, I'm blushing."

"Now c'mon, Wes! You have to help me pick out my outfit for my date!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Right behind you! I'll call you later, David!" He yelled, hanging up the phone. Blaine smiled at his two idiot friends. It was going to be a long day.

Kurt threw yet another outfit from his closet on to the floor. "I have NOTHING to wear!" He yelled, staring at the mountain of clothes behind him. Rachel walked in, concerned.

"What's wrong, hun?" She asked.

"I have nothing to wear!" Kurt repeated, gesturing to the pile of rejected outfits. "I have nothing that says 'we're friends and we haven't known each other for too long but I think I might be in love with you and you're taking me to your cousin's wedding which is giving me butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about it'! No, screw butterflies, more like pigeons!"

Rachel stared at him. "I don't think anyone has an outfit that says all that."

"You know what I mean! Now help me find something!" Kurt yelled. Blaine was coming to pick him up in 2 hours and he wasn't even close to ready yet!

"Do you have something in mind?" Rachel asked.

"Well, I was thinking maybe something like this," Kurt said, picking up an outfit he had off to the side. Rachel stared at it, pursed her lips and shook her head. "No?" Kurt asked, worried.

"I think it looks like you're trying too hard," Rachel explained. "It's too many colours and accessories in one outfit. Here," She said, digging through Kurt's vast closet for what she was looking for before throwing her selections on the bed. "Try that on."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "Really?" He asked, staring at what she had chosen.

"Yes! It's simple, it's elegant, and I can assure you that you will look so hot he will start drooling as soon as he sees you."

Kurt sighed. "Fine." He walked into the bathroom and put on the clothes Rachel had picked out for him. He had to admit, they did look better than what he had planned out. When he came out, Rachel's jaw dropped.

'Damn," she said, nodding in approval. As Kurt walked in to his bedroom and looked in the full-length mirror (as opposed to the smaller one in the bathroom), he realized what she meant. He was wearing tight black dress pants, a white long-sleeved collared shirt, a black vest and a black tie with hearts on it. He even remembered wearing this very outfit during Valentine's Day of his senior year, except with denim jeans. Rachel walked up and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, which for some reason made the outfit look even better.

"Perfect," she said, admiring her masterpiece. After Kurt finished sculpting his hair to perfection, they sat down in the living room and watched pointless daytime television for a while. Suddenly, Kurt looked at his watch and realized it was 11:40. Blaine was supposed to be here in 20 minutes! He jumped up.

"Oh my God, it's almost time…" He mumbled as he paced back and forth. Rachel looked up.

"Relax, it'll be fine…" She said, standing up as she tried to calm him down.

"Remember those pigeons in my stomach? Well, now it's like someone gave them access to a lethal combination of coffee and Red Bull, and now they're flapping around in there, hopped up on caffeine! Rachel, I'm panicking, what do I do?"

"Calm down, it's all right!" She said, sitting him back down

"No, it's not all right! I'm going to end up tripping down the stairs as we walk to his car, or I'm going to…sneeze in his face or something! Oh God, Rachel, what am I doing? I can't do this!"

"Shh, Kurt, it's okay!" Rachel said, taking his hands. "Just remember what I told you last night. If he catches you starting at him…"

"…don't turn away, because it will keep you in the friendzone until the end of time. Grin at him and/or wink, because it will make me look cool," Blaine said, reciting what Wes had explained t him last night. "I don't even know why I'm taking advice from you. You are the last person who should be giving advice on relationships and looking cool."

"Hey! I'm plenty cool!" Wes said, offended. "Now, concerning relationships, I may have to agree."

"Your last relationship ended when you unknowingly invited all 3 of your girlfriends to karaoke night at the coffee shop and they all ran in to you at the same time. You have absolutely no place to give advice."

"On how to keep relationships, maybe, but I am an expert on getting them started! Now let's keep going, you have to leave in 5 minutes! If he takes your hand…

"…squeeze his hand back, so that he knows I like it. This is stupid, Rachel, do you really think this advice will help?" Kurt said, frustrated. Blaine should be arriving any minute now!

"Absolutely. I am an expert at love."

"Rachel, you've been going on-and-off with Finn for 6 years, and for maximum 3 months at a time. I don't think that counts as 'expert at love'."

"Shut up. Anyways, if he-" She was cut off by a knock at the door. He was here! They both ran up to the door, and then paused.

"Should I answer?" Rachel whispered.

"I don't know! I think I should, because I'm the one he's here to see!"

"But if I answer, then you can hide in your room and come out all Cinderella-like!"

"I don't want to look like Cinderella right now! I want to answer the door!"

"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I really don't care who answers the door as long as I'm not stuck waiting for another 15 minutes," Blaine said from the other side. Kurt pushed Rachel aside and opened the door, blushing furiously.

"Um, hi."