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The way I plan on doing this is writing the parts as hours, so at the top of each chapter I'll write how many hours till the wedding!

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10 hours before the wedding.

"Mr Anderson... I-I mean Derik... Hi." Kurt smiled nervously as he pretty much ran into Blaine's father.

"Kurt, wow, you're looking very sharp" Derik smiled at his ex son in law.

"Well you know, us fashion designers have to keep it together as well as possible." Kurt smiled again, brushing down the front of his lapels. "But erm, I just wanted to ask, have you seen Blaine? I can't find him anywhere." Kurt tried to ask quietly, not really wanting the world around him to hear that he was looking for his ex husband.

"I haven't seen him in a good hour or two, I'm sorry Kurt." Mr Anderson gave Kurt a knowing smile and Kurt's eyes widened a little. "But don't worry, your secrets safe with me." He winked this time.

"I didn't know I had a secret..." Kurt mumbled as Derik patted his shoulder and walked off in the opposite direction. It was currently nine o'clock in the morning and already Kurt was panicking. It was just like his own wedding all over again. Kurt began to walk the busy hall ways of the hotel that they were currently at. A lot had happened in the last 2 hours of them being here, Max was trashing the place, Derik thought that Kurt and Blaine were having sex on every surface in the venue, although Kurt wasn't completely against that idea... And Muffin was just being Muffin, which was, of course, pissing him off to a new extreme. Just as Kurt was about to turn a sharp corning, deep in thought of what else could possibly piss him off, he was pulled into what turned out to be the maids closet, he let out a high pitched squeak as he was pulled in and a hand was placed over his mouth. Kurt was about to bite down on the hand when the light switched on and he was met with the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes, obviously belonging to Blaine.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Blaine?!" Kurt said in a loud whisper.

"Hi." Blaine smiled his sweet smile and Kurt instantly relaxing, how could he be afraid when he was in such a close proximity of Blaine.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked again, not as angrily, but still slightly angry.

"I'm painting my own version of the Mona Lisa, Kurt, what does it look like I'm doing?" Blaine rolled his eyes at his ex husband.

"Loose the sass, Anderson." Kurt gave him a blank look and Blaine held his hands up in defeat. "But seriously, can't we just insult each other in the hallways, instead of in a very confined space? It's not good for this shirt." Kurt broke eye contact to flatten down his shirt.

"Kurt." Blaine said, making Kurt look back into his eyes.

"Wha-" And with that Blaine's lips had covered Kurt's. And just like the other night, that spark was back, like everything that was right in the world was here, right on Blaine's lips. Kurt let out a little happy noise as Blaine pulled him closer by the hips, wrapping his arms around his waist when he was happy enough with how close he was, and naturally, Kurt's arms went up and around his neck, one of his hands tangling in Blaine's greying curls. Kurt tilted his head slightly, allowing Blaine to brush his tongue against Kurt's lips, and obviously Kurt's lips parted, allowing the elder to have full dominance of the kiss. They were completely wrapped up in each other, not one of them wanting to come up of air, just in case it was a dream. They seemed to be completely disconnected from the world, just them, just Kurt and Blaine, making out like two horny teenagers. But the voice of their daughter brought them back to the real world.

"Papa? Dad?" Bailey called out, her voice getting quieter as she must of been walking further from where they were.

"Don't think for a second I'm done with you, babe." Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips, a slight smirk plastered on his face, and Kurt returned the smile.

"Good." Kurt breathed back, placing a small kiss onto Blaine's lips and Blaine took his hands back and left Kurt, turning his head to look back at the beautiful man he had just left, giving him a wink.

"What is it, darling?" Kurt heard Blaine ask their daughter. Kurt left the cupboard, since it would look pretty weird if he was just stood in there with a dopey grin on his face. Kurt would be lying if he said that that kiss wasn't one of the highlights of this day.


Blaine was really trying to focus on what Bailey was saying, he really was but that was very hand when he could still feel Kurt's hands in his hair, Kurt's lips on his, Kurt's body pressed up against his, he really was trying but that was the best feeling in the world.

"Whoa, whoa, B, start again." Blaine shook his head as is only daughter rolled her eyes at him, God she was so much like Kurt.

"I was trying my very best to zip the dress up and then the zip just split, dad, what am I going to do?" Bailey said in a massive panic.

"Okay, don't worry... We'll just... Um." Blaine stuttered, he looked around the room, thinking of possible things that he could use to help his daughter.

"Oh God, you're useless! Why didn't I just get papa." She huffed, knocking his shoulder as she walked past him.

"Bailey, com one! At least take the dress off before you storm off, it cost a lot of money!" Blaine begged as he followed after her, it was only a quick little run before Bailey was banging on Kurt's door.

"Papa! Open up!" She banged again.

"B, come on, I'll sort it." Blaine was begging her again, just as Kurt opened his door up.

"What's he ruined this time?" Kurt asked with a small smile in Blaine's direction.

"Nothing, but he can't fix anything, he's a poor excuse for a man." Bailey announced, almost in tears. "It's his fault that I'm too fat to fit into my dress."

"So dramatic, just like your father." Blaine mumbled, apparently not as quite as he thought as he received a glare from his ex husband and his daughter.

"Come here, sweetie." Kurt waved his daughter over as he got his sewing kit out and began to work. Blaine couldn't see what he was doing, exactly, but he could see how good he was with his hands and couldn't help but lick his lips. About five minutes passed and Kurt smiled. "All done, anymore problems, you come and find me, not him." Kurt smiled again.

"You're the best." She smiled before throwing her arms around Kurt, after the brief hug, she walked out the room, glaring at Blaine as she went.

"Just remember who brought you the pony for your 10th birthday!" Blaine shouted back to her, making Kurt giggle. Blaine looked back to him. "Alone again." He smirked, just as he was about to push the door shut, when a voice stopped him.

"Hands off my son, Anderson."