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"And if you lose that pig one more time, Max, I swear to everything holy that I'll be serving him at the reception, do I make myself clear?" Blaine asked, wide eyes and pointing at his youngest son.

"Yes, dad." Max nodded, slowly stroking James, who was tucked under his left arm.

"Good, now get out of my sight." Blaine smiled slightly, feeling a little weight lift off of his shoulders. He wasn't too sure why he was this stressed; heck his own wedding didn't even have him this stressed. But the thought seemed to have hit him all at once, his first kid was getting married, it seemed like only yesterday that they picked Rylan up from the adoption place and started their family, everything was so different back then, so much easier.

"But I've got nothing to do!" Max whined, breaking Blaine from his thoughts.

"I don't know son, go... Play in traffic or something." Blaine mumbled the last part, knowing that Max actually would go and play in traffic, he pinched the bridge of his knows, trying to blank out his thoughts for a moment.

"And there's our favourite son!" Blaine heard the deep voice from behind him and his eyes went wide, as if this weekend wasn't going bad enough as if was...

"Dad... Hi." Blaine tried to square himself up a little bit.

"Max, look at you! I swear you get taller every time I see you!" Derik Anderson smiled at his youngest grandson.

"Well I did started eating grass again, and we all know that makes you tall." Max smiled, apparently pretty proud of the fact that he was eating grass. "And this is James." Max smiled again, holding James's hoof out for his granddad to shake.

"Oh... Blaine, you got your son a pig?" Derik seemed very surprised and stiffly took the pig's hoof and awkwardly shook it. "You got your son that can't even look after himself a live animal." He mumbled to his youngest son.

"I'll explain later, dad." Blaine mumbled back.

"Max, will you excuse us a moment?" Derik asked Max, sweetly.

"Sure grand pops, James needs changing anyway!" And with that Max bounced off.

"He found that pig, I swear I would never trust him with-" Blaine started but his dad stopped him.

"I wasn't going to lecture you on that Blaine. I've been here for a good hour now and I've had a very long chat with Bailey about a certain son of mine scalavanting off with his ex, is this true?" Derik raised his eyebrows.

"Dad-" Blaine started again, but his father started to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" Blaine frowned.

"Because I knew this was going to happen." Derik started. "Blaine, he was your first love, your soul mate, your best friend. It doesn't matter if you get divorced, more to separate states and claim you want nothing to do with each other ever again, none of that matters, because at the end of the day, son, he's part of you." Derik put his arm around his son's shoulders and began to walk him out onto the patio. "And now you're back here, where you guys tied the knot and if you turn around now and tell me you're not hurting, I know for a fact you're bullshitting me." Derik took his eyes from Blaine and looked out onto the lake, neither father or son spoke for a little while, letting the conversation sink in.

"Is that how you feel about mum?" Blaine asked quietly.

"Course it is. I spent my whole life loving that women, the second I met her, I fell in love with her, and I know for a fact that that was what happened between you and Kurt." Derik looked to Blaine, they may not have been the closest while Blaine was growing up, but as they got older, Derik came to know his son so well that he could read him like a book; like now. Blaine was pondering how easy it would be to just run back in there and snatch Kurt up again, he didn't know why Blaine was thinking so deep into this, because he knew for a fact that Kurt felt exactly the same about his son.

"He would say yes, you know." Derik added.

"I'll see you at the wedding dad." Blaine announced, before getting up and walking back into the building, leaving his father stood there with a satisfied smile plastered on his face.

"She wanted it blood orange."

"Muffin, there's no such thing as blood orange, it's just red." Kurt sighed, he wasn't too sure why he was still having this conversation with this woman, it was going nowhere and absolutely pointless.

"No Kurt, that shade of red is blood orange." Muffin pointed to one of fabric samples that sat in from of them both. "It's orange and she wanted it blood orange."

"So she wanted it red?" Kurt asked again.

"You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?" Muffin asked, looking Kurt up and down.

"No of course not, my degree in fashion design tells me that." Kurt commented with a roll of his eyes, Kurt didn't look back to where he was previously looking, instead to the form of his ex husband walking backwards and forth in the patio of the building, his hands were fussing with each other and he couldn't seem to keep still, Kurt smiled, the memories of their very own wedding day flashing back to him.

"But what if he leaves me at the altar? Do you know how embarrassing that would be, Rachel?" Kurt almost screamed at his friend.

"Kurt, he's not going to do that, for god sake will you calm down!" Rachel sighed, she was getting real sick of this, even if it was his wedding day, she was still allowed to be pissed off.

"I can't do it, Rachel. Cancel it, send everyone home, I can't do it." Kurt began to lose track of his breathing, the room had become just that little bit too hot and where the hell has all the oxygen gone? That was when the slap round the face bought him right back to reality. "Rachel Berry, you did not just slap me on wedding day!" Kurt stood there in shock.

"I did. Now I'm going to do something that I really shouldn't do, I'm going to walk you to Blaine's room and you're going to talk o him and realise everything is okay." The brunette smiled at him as she held his shoulders and nodded slowly.

"But-"

"But nothing Kurt, he loves you and you love him, what else do you need?" She smiled again and how could Kurt reply to that? He really did love Blaine.

"Fine." Kurt answered, barely above a whisper, so Rachel took his hand and did as promised, she left him outside of Blaine's room with a small kiss to the cheek and Kurt still felt as nervous as before, he was about to knock on the door to his fiancé's room, but when his knuckle touched the wood, the door slowly crept open, and there in all his glory was the man of Kurt's dreams, clad in a deep black suit and an adorable black bow tie. He was placing up and down the length of his room, slowly whispering to himself.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly, making the elder jump a little.

"Kurt? Oh god, this is bad luck, what are you-" Blaine began to panic a little more.

"Blaine." Kurt said this time as he walked towards his future husband.

"You look amazing." Blaine said as he took in the sight before him.

"So do you." Kurt couldn't help but smile, this man really was everything he always wanted. "And we're going to be okay." Kurt let out a breathe, like the weight of the world had finally lifted from his shoulders.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel, so much." Blaine breathed out, his hands finding Kurt's hips and bringing him closer.

"And I love you, Blaine Anderson." And with that Blaine pressed a firm and passionate kiss to his lips.

"Hello?! Earth to Kurt!" Muffin shouted, Kurt didn't take his eyes from Blaine, not for a second as Muffin spoke to him.

"I'm sorry, Muffin. I need to do something."