Here's the second to last chapter...at least that's the plan, haha. Chapter 8 should be the last one technically, but we all know how my mind works by now...I get to the next chapter and finish it and things just sort of develop on their own so I never know where I'll end up.


Saturday morning came bright and sunny, which, Sam supposed, was a good sign for the wedding. He was just getting up and heading into the kitchen to make coffee when there was a knock at his door. Skipping the kitchen, Sam went over to the door and opened it to see a smiling and happy Kurt gazing back at him.

"Well, hello." Sam smiled, somewhat surprised to see Kurt so early.

"Hi! Sorry for being here so early." Kurt spoke, as if he had just read Sam's mind. "It's just, I forgot to tell you what time I wanted to get over to the church and then I realized I didn't know how long it takes for you to get ready in the morning – honestly I take like a good hour and a half on a regular day myself – so I figured I'd get here as early as possible, plus I brought some things for you and sorry I'm rambling I'm just really excited yet kind of stressed because I planned practically the entire thing and what if something goes wrong and-"

"Kurt!" Sam burst out laughing, reaching out to pull Kurt into the room and shut the door behind him. "Oh my god, breathe! We don't need you passing out, do we?"

"No." Kurt replied breathlessly, laughing a little himself.

"Everything's going to work out fine." Sam reassured him. "You're brilliant."

Kurt smiled brightly at him, lifting the bag he had brought along and pushing it against Sam's chest until Sam took it from him. "Here, I brought this for you to wear. I'm pretty good at guessing sizes so I figure it'll fit."

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Just go get ready and put it on, silly!" Kurt laughed, shoving Sam in indication he should go do what he's told. "I'll go make coffee for you."

"Thank goodness." Sam grinned. "I hadn't had any yet."

Sam went back to his bedroom and bathroom to get ready. He normally did not take too long – styling his hair took the longest amount of time – so it was not long before he was opening the bag Kurt had shoved into his hands. Inside was a rather nice, although maybe too shiny for his tastes, purple dress shirt. There was a soft plain black tie to go with it. Sam had his own nice pair of black dress pants that finished off the entire outfit. He was impressed; the shirt did fit quite nicely. Kurt had a good eye.

When he was finished getting ready he left his room, glad to smell coffee ready for him. "So, how do I look?"

Kurt got up from the kitchen table, a huge smile on his face, and came closer to examine. "I was right, that color looks perfect on you, which is good, because it'll look great next to the dark greenish blue color I have to wear with the other guys. You look absolutely charming."

Sam's face reddened at the compliment. Sometimes he found it rather difficult to dislike Kurt, knowing what he's done to Blaine and all, because Kurt was just so nice. "Thank you, Kurt. I can't wait to see you in your outfit. You're going to look stunning."

"You say such nice things." Kurt laughed, smiling brightly as he put his arms around Sam's waist. "I'm glad you're my date." He was watching Sam carefully, and Sam was pretty sure he knew what was coming next but before his mind had time to fully process it Kurt's lips were lightly pressing against his own.

Without even thinking, Sam froze, pulling his face away from Kurt's in a panic. Kurt was biting his lip, giving him a worried look. "I'm sorry, Sam. Was that...should I have not done that?"

"Kurt..." Sam did not know what to say. If the timing was not so terrible then he might have just chosen that moment to come clean to Kurt about everything, but if he did so now then it might ruin Kurt's whole day. Of course, Sam was still not sure what Kurt's angle was here. Did Kurt really like him, or was this all just some thing to find a connection to Blaine? Kurt had never mentioned Blaine once yet since they hung out, at least not by name, so Sam was kind of really confused. What if Kurt really did like him? "Kurt, I've never had a boyfriend before. I don't know what the heck I'm doing. I'm sorry..."

If he was hoping that would maybe settle things for now he was wrong. Kurt just smiled at him and moved closer, backing Sam up against the wall as he placed his hands on Sam's chest. "Then let me teach you..." he started, before pressing his lips against Sam's again. This time Sam had no where to really escape, being backed against the wall, and no other real excuse besides the big, secret one involving Blaine to use as a reason why he should not be kissing Kurt, so Sam just gave in, figuring at least it wasn't a bad kiss in any means. Way better than Sebastian's, anyway.

When Kurt finally pulls away so they can take a breather, he grins and carefully readjusts Sam's tie. "I'm thinking if we keep that up your clothes will be in no condition to go to a wedding."

Sam laughed, his face rather red at the thought. "We don't want that."

"Maybe later." Kurt winked, backing away and taking Sam's hand to lead him into the kitchen. "Here, I finished the coffee for you."

Sam's mind was still stuck on the 'maybe later' promise Kurt's wink gave him. So they were what? Technically boyfriends now? This was not the way things were supposed to be going, and what if Kurt was planning on something happening tonight after the wedding? Oh goodness, what had Sam gotten his self into now?


The phone was ringing. Blaine did not feel like getting up to answer it. He just rolled over in bed, finding a new comfy spot to fall back asleep on. Unfortunately the phone continued to ring and eventually he could ignore it no longer.

He reached an arm over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone. "'ullo?"

"Hello to you too, Blaine Warbler."

"Rachel?"

"The one and only." Rachel's chipper voice replied to him. "So, I'm going to assume by your lack of RSVP letter you either a, forgot to send one, or b, forgot altogether that I was getting married, in which case I cannot forgive you, because how could you forget I, Rachel Berry, soon to be Rachel Berry Hudson, is getting married this very day in only a few short hours?"

"Rachel..." Blaine sighed, "I didn't forget you're getting married. I just can't knowing he's going to be there."

"Oh." Rachel's voice grew quiet. "Right. I'm sorry, Blaine. Well, maybe you could show up to the reception at least and just try to avoid him?"

"I don't think-"

"Mitch isn't going to be there, Blaine." Blaine flinched upon hearing Mitch's name. He hated Mitch, hated everything about him now, and hearing about him only made Blaine feel worse. "In fact, Kurt's bringing someone else. I haven't met the guy yet myself, but apparently he's really nice."

"You're not making me feel any better, Mrs. Berry Hudson." Blaine commented quietly. "In fact, it's not making me want to show up at all."

Rachel giggled at the name Blaine called her. "Future Mrs. Berry Hudson! We're not married yet!" Blaine heard her sigh then over the line. "Alright, I'm not going to pressure you to show up, but it is a shame because I was looking forward to us possibly singing a duet together. I'm sure we could've fit it in with my music performance schedule, obviously properly designed to give me optimum performance time since plenty of adoring fans will be in attendance."

"How about we arrange some time to hang out after you and Finn return from your honeymoon?" Blaine asked her. "Then we can sing together all you want. I've missed seeing you too, you know."

"That'd be lovely, Blaine." Rachel agreed. "We'll definitely hang out then, and I promise not to bring up any mention of Kurt or...anyone else."

"Thanks, Rachel." Blaine told her thankfully. "Now go get ready for your wedding and make sure there are plenty of pictures of you in your lovely dress for me to see later."

"Will do!"

After they hung up, Blaine sighed heavily, burying his self under his blankets. He did not want to think about the fact that Kurt was now with yet another guy. It did nothing to help him feel better. Plus he had really wanted to go to Rachel and Finn's wedding, considering they were his friends too and a lot of his other old friends would be there. He would just have to find ways to connect with everyone some other way at some point.

He forced his thoughts away from the wedding and from Kurt, thinking about his wonderful Sam instead as he finally drifted off back to sleep.


Sam had to admit, Kurt knew how to plan a wedding. He had fun taking in all the decorations and arrangements Kurt had used to decorate the church and then the reception area. And Kurt had been right about their attire. Their two different colors looked great together, and the shiny material made it even better.

He got to meet Kurt's friends again, though of course more than just Quinn and Puck this time. All of them were very friendly and Sam even found himself pushing Artie around a little bit for a while, because they both wanted a better look at the room's outer decorations, plus Artie needed some help with the sound equipment.

It was while he was letting Artie show him out to set up the correct settings on the speakers when Artie finally asked him what his deal was with Kurt.

"What?" Sam turned his head to give Artie a slightly confused look.

"Maybe I should have said that differently." Artie told him, pushing his glasses back up his nose a bit. "Basically, we're all wondering whether you two are dating or not."

Sam stood up again a bit too quickly, bumping his head against the speaker. "Ow...I'm okay." He rubbed his head, biting his lip as he turned back to Artie. "We're...I don't really know what we are. I mean, I've never had a boyfriend before and he knows that, so...I'd rather take things slowly, you know?"

"That makes sense...I think." Artie shrugged.

Before either of them could say anything more, a tall pretty, blond haired girl pounced in from out of no where and landed in Artie's lap. "Hey, Artie and Kurt's dolphin."

Sam blinked. "Um, what?" He vaguely remembered being introduced to the blond haired girl earlier. Brittany, he was sure her name was.

"Don't ask." Artie told him. "Hey, Brittany."

"What are you two doing over here? The party's over there." she indicated to where a whole bunch of people were gathered. "Artie, I found an abandoned wheelchair down the hall...we could have races later, how about it?"

"Sure, Britt." Artie laughed. "It'd be like old times."

"Yay!" Brittany stood up, going over to grab Sam's hand. "I'm taking Kurt's dolphin for a swim, okay?"

Sam gave Artie a confused look as he was led away by Brittany. He really hoped the girl did not mean an actual swim, because that just would not work. They went on over to the group of people and Brittany, looking quite pleased with herself, led Sam straight over to Kurt.

"Kurt, I brought your dolphin back." Brittany told him. Kurt did not looked confused at all, just slightly amused. Sam was still quite confused. "He was trying to escape using Artie's speakers. Those make sound waves right? I think he was trying to ride the waves out of here."

Now Sam was really, really confused...and Kurt was just trying really hard not to laugh. "Thanks, Brittany. I'll keep a better eye on him and make sure he doesn't catch any waves."

"Awesome, Kurt." Brittany smiled brightly, skipping off to disappear in the crowd of people.

"Um...what just happened?" Sam asked Kurt as soon as she was gone.

Kurt laughed, linking his arm with Sam's. "Brittany's always been like that. I love her to pieces though. And by the way, the dolphin thing came about ages ago...she said dolphins were like 'gay sharks' and it's sort of stuck ever since."

"I see." Sam laughed. "Well, that makes more sense then...I think."

The rest of the reception went well. Sam was not much of a dancer, but Kurt literally dragged him out onto the floor. It was actually quite a bit of fun in the end. By the end of the night they were both really tired and kind of just wanted to get away from all the loud noise, plus Rachel had decided she was good for another round of singing and both of them, for however much they adored her by this point, just could not handle any more. So they said their goodbyes and made their way back to Sam's apartment.

Sam was too tired to really consider the consequences of letting Kurt stay the night. It was almost midnight and both of them were too tired to really move anymore. Sam was a bit nervous at the fact that he was getting undressed to practically nothing except for boxers in front of Kurt, but he nerves due to self consciousness were washed away when Kurt practically pulled him down to cuddle with him and whispered that he was gorgeous. Now all that was left was his nerves due to guilt. He should not be doing this. He should not be cuddling with Kurt, in bed, barely clothed, when he was supposed to be only involved with Blaine, only wanted to be involved with Blaine. This was definitely cheating, right?

The hole he was digging himself into kept getting worse and worse. Sam was not sure what he should do anymore...except maybe hope that something came up that would give him some sort of an opening out of the mess.


In the end Sam's prayers were sort of answered, but it did not bring an outcome he liked.

When he woke up it was around eleven. Kurt was still asleep curled up next to him. They had not done anything during the night, besides maybe a few kisses here or there. Maybe it had helped that Sam had said he did not want to rush anything, especially due to his inexperience.

Slipping out of bed quietly, Sam grabbed some clothes and left the bedroom to change. He was going into the kitchen to make coffee when the phone rang. It startled him at first, but then he quickly went to answer it, hoping it had not awoken Kurt.

"Hello?" He answered quietly.

"Sam?"

"Blaine, hi!"

"Are we playing the whispering game?" Blaine laughed.

Sam bit his lip, knowing he had no logical reason he should be whispering. Blaine might think something was up. "Yes. Well, no, but I just woke up and so I'm not fully functioning yet."

"Aw," Blaine chuckled, "sorry to have woken you up. I was thinking I may surprise you and show up a bit earlier than intended. I thought of a new fun idea for our date."

"Oh?" Sam smiled, despite the new waves of nerves hitting him. How long would he have before Blaine arrived? Would it be long enough to get rid of Kurt without making him think anything was up? "I'm curious."

"Well, be curious all you'd like, but I shall not be telling you a thing!" Blaine laughed. "Just be ready, cause at any moment I could be there!"

"Blaine-" Sam paused, thinking he had heard a noise, but when he looked towards the kitchen entrance he saw no one. "Blaine, you are a goof. I'll be ready."

"Awesome!" Blaine sounded awfully cheerful, it was making Sam's heart race. He loved how just the sound of Blaine's voice could have such an effect on him. "I'll see you soon!"

"Bye, Blaine." Sam whispered, smiling to himself as he hung up the phone.

"That was Blaine, wasn't?" A voice came from behind him.

Sam nearly dropped the phone as he spun around to see Kurt was now in the kitchen entrance.


Blaine was indeed rather cheerful that morning. He had not been on a real actual date since he and Kurt broke up. This would be more than just getting coffee with Sam. It would be a lot of fun and hopefully Blaine would not feel that strange guilty feeling he got – thanks to his lingering feelings for Kurt – when he kissed Sam goodnight by the end of their date.

Grabbing his jacket and car keys, Blaine almost skipped out of his apartment building as he went to get into his car and head on to Sam's.


Kurt was giving him an odd look. It made Sam's insides twist funny. "It was." Sam answered quietly.

"So...you two know each other then."

Now it was Sam's turn to give Kurt an odd look. "Well, I'd expect you already know that, considering you know he and I both teach at Dalton."

"Is he coming over here now?" Kurt asked quietly.

"At some point, yes." Sam replied. "Are you going to leave before he gets here?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I'm not."

"If you're trying to get him back it's not going to work." Sam pointed out.

"You don't know that." Kurt scoffed. "Look, Sam, it's not like I meant any harm by anything, but...well, I don't really like you. I mean, in friendship terms yes, I do, but nothing beyond that. In fact, I was honestly just trying to figure out a way to get closer to Blaine. I'm an actor too, none of this was that difficult." Kurt shrugged. "I want him back. We've been together for years and through more than you know. I can't just lose him."

"Yet you cheated on him and then mess with my feelings to try and win him back." Sam rolled his eyes. "Kind of figured. No hard feelings either, but I don't really like you either besides possibly friendship. I'm not even really attracted to you, despite your good looks."

Kurt at least looked somewhat surprised at that. Maybe he had really thought he was leading Sam on. "Well, if that's that then I won't feel bad breaking off our one day relationship." Kurt laughed. "But if you don't mind I'd like to wait here for Blaine-"

"Now about that," Sam gave Kurt an annoyed look, "I told you already, it's not going to work. And, besides that, I won't let you."

"Um, what?" Kurt gave him a rather bitchy look. "You don't really have a say in this, Sam."

"Actually I do." Sam replied stonily. "Because I am in love with your ex."

Kurt froze, his expression unreadable, as Sam just stood there glaring back at him. "You're- what?"

"You heard me." Sam repeated. "I'm in love with Blaine, and while he may not love me back just yet at least I know he does have feelings for me. Selfishly I won't let you take that away from me. I've spent my entire life letting people walk all over me because I was unwilling to say 'no', but not anymore. Blaine is special. He's one of a kind and is the first guy I've ever felt such a strong connection with. I'd have the chance of something amazing with him and I swear I will do everything I can to make sure I never hurt him like you did. You don't deserve someone like him after what you did, Kurt."

"Shut up!" Kurt snapped at him, eyes glaring daggers from across the room. "I won't allow this! I'm going to get Blaine back and there's nothing you can do about it. No one can touch what he and I have, no one." He turned and headed for the door to the apartment.

Sam took off after him. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going downstairs to wait for Blaine." Kurt told him angrily.

As he tore open the apartment door and stormed down the hallway, Sam took off after him. He had to stop Kurt. Things were not heading in a very good direction and he was not sure how bad that direction was going to be by the end.

Things took a turn for the worse when they reached the elevator and the door opened. Kurt was just going to step into it when Sam yelled out, "Kurt, stop!" and that was when they both noticed the elevator was occupied...by none other than Blaine himself.

Each of them froze, Blaine staring at the two of them, and both Kurt and Sam staring at Blaine. It was not until the doors started closing again that anyone moved. Kurt used his hand to break the doors, pushing his way into the elevator. Sam was thankfully not that far behind and made it into the elevator as well. Once the doors shut and the elevator started moving again there was complete silence for a moment.

"Um..." Sam knew he should probably say something by this point, but he had no idea what. "Hi, Blaine."

Blaine gave him an odd look, meanwhile doing everything he could not to look over at Kurt. "Hi? I think you have a lot more to say to me than just 'hi', Sam. What are you two- oh." He paused, eyes almost straying over to Kurt for a brief second. "You were Kurt's date last night to Finn and Rachel's wedding. She told me he was taking someone other than...well, someone different."

"Blaine," Kurt finally spoke up, "please let me explain. Sam had no idea. I was just using him to get closer to you, which I know was not the best idea, but you won't talk to me and I needed to."

"We have nothing to talk about!" Blaine snapped back, shooting Kurt a painful look. "You should just go back to Mitch and leave me the hell alone."

"I can't, Blaine!" Kurt replied forcefully. "I love you and there's no way I can just let you go. I know I made a huge mistake, but-"

"There's no 'buts' about it, Kurt! You cheated on me! After all the years, after all we've been through; you cheated on me, with one of our best friends of all people!" Blaine sounded extremely upset. Sam wanted to reach out and comfort him, but he knew he had to come clean about a thing or two his self that would not cheer Blaine up any.

The elevator had reached the lobby floor of the apartment building and all three of them moved out of it to continue their conversation. "I meant it when I said we were done, Kurt." Blaine continued. "I don't want another chance; I've moved on. I can trust Sam a whole lot more than I could ever trust you again. Maybe if he had known about you sooner then he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in all of this-"

"I did." Sam admitted quietly, knowing he had to do so now.

"What?" Blaine looked over at him in disbelief.

"I saw him in a picture in your office the day we met." Sam explained. "And then a while later I ran into Kurt, Puck, and Quinn at the Lima Bean. I can't remember when, but I just knew after a while that you two had been involved. When Kurt asked me out to dinner I wasn't sure whether he was genuinely interested or was just using me to get closer to you...I didn't know him that well at that point, so how could I know? It wasn't until just a moment ago, upstairs before running into you, that he told me what his true intentions had been. When he told me he planned on getting you back I told him it wasn't going to happen, because-"

"Shut up!" Kurt interrupted, glaring at him. "You can't say that sort of thing now."

"Why?" Blaine spoke up, ignoring Kurt as he watched Sam. "Because of us? I told you, Sam, I never planned on going back to Kurt."

"It's because I love you." Sam told him, not tearing his gaze from Blaine's. "It's not like I understand all these feelings, because you know how inexperienced I am, but I just know...I can feel it. I love you, Blaine."

Blaine had frozen once more, his eyes wide and watery as he finally took a step back from both of them. "I...I can't- why would you do this to me? Why did you have to lie to me about everything until we got to this point, Sam? This isn't something I can handle right now. I'm done. I'm done with both of you. Leave me alone and you," he pointed to Kurt with an angry look, "go back to New York and never contact me again, got it?" And with that he turned and fled the apartment building.

Sam felt like his world was collapsing around him. What had he just done? Blaine hated him; hated him, and he did not know how to fix things. He could not even get the words out to make Blaine stop. He just stood and watched Blaine walk out of the building...and probably Sam's life too. It hurt more than he ever thought it could.

"Well, that did not go well." Kurt sighed angrily. "Thanks a lot, Sammy."

"Fuck off, Kurt." Sam swore at him. "Go back to New York and Mitch and leave me the hell alone too." And with that he ran out of the building as well, intent upon finding Blaine and trying to fix things.