Hi everybody, if anyone is still waiting for this. It's been like over a year...lol That's horrible of me. I don't even know what to say except this chapter is a way for me to start writing again so it might suck but I hope you like it either way. And if you're one of those very few people who began reading this a long time ago and are still reading today, thank you for not loosing hope. I can't say I've been terribly busy but life has just been sucking and I haven't been giving fanfiction much though which sucks because this website is awesome. That said, I think you'll find that although my writing has gotten worse, there's lots of exciting unfolding events towards the end of this chapter so I hope you like it.

"Your boyfriend?" Kurt's voice comes out terrifyingly calm. His face is composed and if he bothered to look behind him, he would be able to witness the blood draining from Dave's face. Dave's heart is beating extremely fast and not the good kind fast but the kind of fast that causes a feeling of fear in him. His mind reels with a series of "if only's." if only he had told Kurt last night about what happened with Derek, if only he hadn't been stupid enough to go back to him. If only he hadn't been too scared to walk up to Kurt when he was being mauled by Blaine, throw him over his shoulder and run away with him on a boat…or a car or whatever.

"Yes, my boyfriend. You don't mind do you?" Derek says walking past Kurt towards him. Dave has never wanted to murder anyone on the spot as much as in this moment. Kurt's eyes follow Derek as he walks up to Dave and links their arms together.

"Kurt…" Dave utters weakly, he's not really sure what to say but something is better than nothing, isn't it?

Kurt's eyes are cold as they meet Dave's.

"No, I don't. He's all yours," Kurt says before grabbing his things, storming into the restroom and slamming the door.

Dave stares at the door, his hands on his hips and without turning to look at Derek tells him they need to talk. His voice is monotone and his heart's not in it but he takes Derek out into the hall and answers his questions and listens to him yell and scream until he's finished then bids him goodbye. He has no energy to put up pretenses, the love of his life is inside that room hating him more and more by the moment and he has no idea how to go about changing his mind. Derek walks off and he wastes no time in going back in. When he opens the door Kurt is setting his bag on the bed.

"Kurt, listen…"

"No. We're not doing this," Kurt says, "You and this Derek have some kind of history and honestly, I just don't have the strength for this. I'm not going to fight for you. I can't. I like you and I think that you like me but for once, I don't want to have to fight for the guy I like. I want it to just…be. Just be."

Kurt sees a twinge of hurt cross Dave's eyes and it kind of breaks his heart a little but what can he do? He's tired. It shouldn't be this hard to love someone.

"Todays the last day before the wedding and tomorrow will be so chaotic that we won't have to stand each other much. Let's just get through today. Now today we're all spending the day in the fields, like big picnic or something and tonight's the rehearsal dinner and…let's just try and keep up appearances ok? Forget us, forget Blaine let's just bear through this."

Kurt looks at Dave hopefully or with as much hope as he can muster at the moment.

Dave's jaw clenches as he nods, "All right, Mr. Hummel. I'll meet you downstairs. By the way I'll be sending you a bill for my four days of service and because I'm not a dealer selling pot behind the local seven eleven I feel I must inform you we don't take cash."

Kurt's mouth practically hangs open as he watches Dave grab his clothes and storm into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Oh you… son of a… WHAT HAPPENED TO MR. GENEROSITY?" Kurt shouts before throwing his age renewing moisturizer at the door and storming out of the room.


"Wow, isn't it such a beautiful day?" Rachel exclaims in her most dramatic voice as she twirls, showing off her flower-print sundress before flopping down next to the others.

The girls had set up a very comfortable array of blankets, snacks and drinks for the big field day extravaganza. The weather was perfectly sunny and slightly windy. It was definitely a good day for good things to happen or at least that's the way Britney saw it as she plucked the petals of a flower.

"What's so beautiful about it?" Santana said grouchily as she took swig of a mysterious metal contraption.

"Excuse her, she's still drunk," Quinn says.

"Well sober up bitches, because this is my last day as a single woman," Mercedes says before taking a drink of her 'orange juice.'

"Sober up…? Mercedes, is there champagne in that juice?" Rachel asks accusingly pointing a finger at her glass.

"What a bitch can't have a Mimosa with breakfast while contemplating her future as the wife of an asshole?!"

"Oh, I was just…wondering…." Rachel mumbles.

"But no, there's no champagne in this. Just orange juice. Just…orange juice," she repeats sadly.

"I still believe this day is gonna be good," Britney smiles cheerfully.

"This is going to be the most God-awful day in the history of days," Kurt declares taking the drink away from Mercedes and chugging it, "oh God; this is the weakest morning drink I've ever had."

"I disagree, it's gonna be a good day," Britney re-states.

"I can't spend another minute in Dave's company," Kurt says.

"Oh Kurt, you need to fuck him already because you're lack of sex with that man is sexually frustrating all of us," Santana says.

"Well don't worry today is a day for men," Mercedes says.

"What?"

"This is the fourth day of the wedding ritual these people do. It's filled with all sorts of outdoorsy games in which all the men play against each other and we get to watch."

"Yummy," Quinn says with a smile, "and here they come."

"Wait a second, don't we get to play?"

"Yes but it's not really about us."

"What are they doing?" Quinn asks as they look of the lot of men. Puck is bumping chests with Finn who proceeds to pat Dave on the back. Three other guys join their little team while Blaine, Terry and Wes for the second team.

"Are they gonna play soccer?"

"Oh my God, our guys are toast," Santana adds in.

"They should do skins and shirts," Quinn says clapping her hands together.

"Why are they taking so long to start?" Kurt wonders out loud as they watch. Dave, Puck and Finn seem to be arguing with Terry and Blaine. Terry makes a move for Puck while Finn pushes him away and Blaine seem to be shouting at Dave whose clenching jaw is noticeable from all the way where the girls and Kurt are.

"Oh my God are they fighting?" Rachel exclaims.

"Wait, look they're starting…" Britney says pointing.

The guys seem to be nodding at each other and they all turn to their teams before huddling.

The game is a blur. There's fighting and pushing and some actual decent playing. The Warblers seem to be in their element. This is their game and there is no doubt who the underdogs are. Kurt wonders why Brutes like Finn and Puck and Dave would agree to play something like this. Those guys were made to tackle people not run around them. None of them being soccer fanatics had to rely on Santana's very stereotypical knowledge of soccer.

"Look guys I'm not gonna bore you with the details but our guys are down by 7," she says with an air of boredom.

"7? That's not too bad is it?"

"Honey, this isn't football. Our guys are done," Santana says.

2 HOURS EARLIER

"Are you guys ready to do this?" Terry asks.

"Are you fucking kidding? We'll run circles around you dicks," Puck says.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck did you just say?"

"Look, we may have to pretend around the girls but not here. We're men aren't we? Ya'll are dicks and I'm not afraid to call you on it," Puck says.

"Ok, honesty. We can do that but remember you're here as my fucking guest so try and show some respect," Terry warns.

"How about you try that with Mercedes," Dave adds in.

"Who gave you the right to an opinion? You bullied Kurt," Blaine adds.

"Long time ago," Dave hisses through clenched teeth.

"Mercedes is my business," Terry says.

"Mercedes is a woman, not your business so you better start treating her right," Finn says.

"I will treat her however the fuck I want, she's gonna be my wife and when she is you losers will never see her again," Terry says.

"A lot can happen between now and tomorrow Terry," Dave says.

"Let's just get on with this game ok? So we can humiliate ya'll and be done with it," Terry says.

"Let's play your stupid game but I bet you anything Mercedes doesn't marry you tomorrow," Puck says.


After their unsuccessful game Dave, Puck and Finn sit with Kurt and the girls.

"What was that fight about before the game?" Rachel asks as she massages Pucks shoulders.

The guys look at each other before mumbling three "nothings."

As the rest continue their chit chatting Dave looks at Kurt who is making a point of not looking at him. If after last night Kurt can't figure out the kind of guy he is then there's really no point in all of this. Maybe he does need to be a douchebag. If that's what Kurt wants then that's what he'll get. He scoots closer to him before wrapping his arm around his waist and pressing him close. Dave feels Kurt's body get stiffer.

"I was thinking about how I charged you this morning," Dave whispers and Kurt pretends his warm breath doesn't send chills down his spine.

"Oh are you regretting being such an asshole already?"

Dave chuckles, "It was kind of harsh for me to charge you like that."

"Yes it was."

"So I decided we can make a payment plan for you," Dave says, "I'll tell Amanda to get one set up for you."

"I hate you," Kurt whispers through clenched teeth.

"I hate you," Dave replies back indignantly.

"Can you please remove your arm?" Kurt says elbowing him discreetly.

Dave gives a small groan before tightening his hold, "No, we must keep up appearances, right? Honey."

"Fine," Kurt agrees before turning towards him and placing a lingering kiss on his lips, "we'll keep up appearances."

Dave feels his groin tightening but ignores it.

"Well, I'm gonna go check on Terry," Mercedes says before standing up and walking towards the former Warblers.

"I can't believe she's gonna marry him tomorrow," Rachel says sadly.

"Can I say something? I know she's not my friend like she is yours but there's something strange about this isn't there?" Dave says letting go of Kurt and sitting up. Kurt feels the cold hit him in the spot where Dave's arm was but he ignores the feeling.

"What do you mean former-bully-turned-hunk?" Santana asks, surprisingly intrigued.

"Why are they getting married? I mean we kind of know why Mercedes is marrying him. He's rich, she doesn't want to be alone blah blah blah but why does he want to marry her?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kurt hollers.

"That's not what I meant, I see what's great about her, we all see what's great about her but he obviously doesn't. I mean look at the way he treats her. He doesn't love her and he obviously doesn't think much of her, so why is he so set on marrying her?"

They all stayed silent as they pondered Dave's words. There was something odd about the whole thing, they despise each other and Terry was obviously taking advantage of Mercedes' need of security. Something weird was definitely going on.

"You're right and not just that, we all know Mercedes she would never give in to a guy like this just for money," Quinn adds, "unless she had a good reason."

"So spill it Kurt," Santana demands.

"What are you talking about? I'm just as puzzled as you are," Kurt says trying to recall the details of Mercedes' relationship with Terry.

"How long have they been together?"

"Well, that's actually a complicated question," Kurt replies, "Like 7 years ago Terry was engaged to someone else but the girl called it off a week before the wedding. I'm not sure why. Anyways, a year later Blaine and I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off."

"So they've been together for six years?"

"Not really, they were together for two years and then they broke up," Kurt replies, "Mercedes started seeing someone else."

"Who?" Finn asks.

"I can't say," Kurt answers, "all I can tell you is that this other guy was the love of her life. They were crazy about each other."

"So what happened?"

"He's in the military, the distance I guess was just too hard. They were together for like 3 or 4 years. Anyways after they broke up, Terry reappeared and then he sort of begged Mercedes to take him back and she agreed. I thought they would break up but 2 months ago they suddenly got engaged and planned this semi-shot gun wedding," Kurt says.

"Interesting, very interesting," Santana concludes, "Ok, people we have less than 24 hours to figure out what happened…"

"Santana, that's impossible…" Rachel begins.

"I'm not saying it will be easy…"

"Santana, it's in the past…"

"But we will prevail," Santana says.

"I don't think we should meddle guys," Quinn says, "If Mercedes is marrying him then it must be for a powerful reason we could ruin everything for her."

The group turns to look at her and ponders her words carefully.

"Honey please," Finn says.

"So how are we gonna do this?" Puck asks.

"Ok, Puck and Rachel, your focus is Terry. Rachel you might have to get a little dirty," Santana orders and seeing Rachel's face says to Puck, "Puck, help her get dirty."

"Sure will."

"Finn and Quinn, your job is Mercedes, observe her, get her drunk, find shit out."

"What are we supposed to do?" Kurt asks.

"Why you got the most dangerous part of all," Santana says.


"Ok, so how do we do this?" Dave asks looking up at the target window, his hands on his hips.

"Well, it looks quite simple to me," Kurt states, clearly annoyed at Dave's inability to grasp the obvious, "you simply climb up there and unlock the door from the inside so I can get in."

"Oh wow, Kurt, is it really that simple? Could it be?" Dave's exaggerated sarcasm is completely lost on Kurt who nods and replies with a simple yes.

"How exactly do you suppose I get up there?"

"Really Dave? Are you really just muscle?"

Dave eyes him coolly not bothering to reply.

"Tree, ivy board, balcony and window," Kurt replies pointing as he speaks.

"Yeah, no. I don't like this plan," Dave shakes his head as he looks at the tree, ivy board, balcony and window. There is so much that could go wrong that it seems Kurt's suggestion is an intentional way to get him killed.

"Ugh, why not? Must we fight about everything?" Is it so hard for Dave to just agree with him on this sole occasion? It's not like Kurt's asking him to fly up there or God forbid, dump Derek, be honest about his feelings and stop hurting him every chance he gets so that they could live happily ever after having great sex and watching musicals day in and day out because that would definitely be way too much to ask. He feels his nostrils flare just thinking about and turns his face away so that Dave doesn't see his rage. But Dave does see the nostrils dance angrily, the meaning however is completely lost on him and to be honest his life is on the line so there is no way he's not gonna express his concerns about this plan.

"Well, what if I fall? And I break my leg or something?"

"Break your leg?" Kurt repeats with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, or something…."

"Well that would be just tragic, wouldn't it?" Kurt asks his voice dripping with fake hurt.

"You can be a real bitch, you know that?" Dave says looking down at him.

"And you can be a real puss…"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Dave growls and Kurt can't help but grin at him.

"Did I find one of your buttons Karofsky?" Kurt asks innocently crossing his arms and sticking his chin out defiantly.

"Be careful you little minx," Dave warns fighting a smile.

"Is that threat?"

"It's a warning; truth is I don't think you would know what to do with my buttons if you had both hands and a map."

And because he's Kurt Hummel and therefore naturally awesome, he throws his head back and laughs. A truly beautiful sound if you ask Dave. Kurt irritates him to no end, like no one he's ever met. And despite what he just said, Kurt is probably the only person in the world who can handle his buttons, he knows where they are and just how hard he needs to press to get what he wants from him. He can get him riled up in a matter of seconds and he means that in every sense of the phrase. He's not afraid to piss him off. It's infuriating and he loves it. He's gonna miss it and to be honest, Dave isn't sure how he's gonna deal once this whole thing is over.

"Kurt, we need to…"He doesn't get to finish and whatever he was gonna say remains unspoken because Kurt knows where it's headed and he's not sure he wants to hear it.

"I'll meet you inside," he interrupts before walking away. It's kind of like pouring salt on an open wound, it really does hurt that much but it's not the worst kind of pain. Because getting your heart broken is and there's really no other possible outcome.

Dave watches him walk away. It's becoming a habit actually, and every time he messes things up, Kurt moves further away from him.

But now is not the time to ponder over his losses. Right now he needs to help them figure out what's going with Mercedes. It's not like she's his close friend or anything but he owes them this and they're not half as bad as he once thought they were.

Climbing the tree is easy enough, the thick branches make it almost effortless. The ivy board proves to be more difficult. His feet are too big to fit properly in the slots and he's not completely sure it will hold his weight. Altogether, it's a disaster and he doesn't think he would do this for any other crazy, high-maintenance…

Dave huffs as he pulls himself up as carefully as possible. He tries to move slowly so he doesn't jinx it and end up a jigsaw puzzle on the lawn but it all happens so fast. He hears a low but definite crack and the sound of wood sliding down. There's no telling what he broke and he is not going to wait around to find out. In one swift but clumsy movement he lets go of the ivy board and launches towards the balcony. He scrapes his forearms on the cement but latches to the metal railings. He really wasn't built for these kinds of shenanigans. With a grunt and curse he pulls himself up once again and swings his leg over the rail. There's a ripping sound and he feels cold air hit his right butt cheek but closing his eyes and taking a deep breath give him the strength to ignore it. But of course the window is locked.

Kurt taps his foot impatiently as he waits for Dave. He really doesn't understand what's taking so long. He assessed the situation personally and it did not seem all that difficult. He sighs deeply and leans against the wall lazily. He can't deny how great it is that Dave is even doing this for them. But Dave being such a good guy is no longer a shock to him. He knows now who Dave really is and it just makes the hole in his chest grow with every passing moment he's not kissing him. He's only been back in his life for a few days and already his life has turned into a series of endless rollercoasters. They're mad, they're happy, they're up , they're down, they're here, they're there. The emotional strain is exhausting and there's no doubt in his mind that he's gonna miss it.

Suddenly a loud crash interrupts his thoughts and he turns around in a flash. He bangs his fist on the door and whisper-screams at Dave. He presses his ear to the door and hears nothing but silence.

"Oh God, don't let him be dead…" finally he hears some shuffling and the door swings open revealing a disgruntled Dave who yanks him inside the room before shutting the door again.

"What the hell happened? Why is there blood..?" Kurt asks.

"The window was locked," Dave replies walking off to find a hand towel.

"So you punched it?! Are you crazy?!"
"Your highness was waiting for me on the other side, I had to," Dave says with a smile.

Kurt rolls his eyes and reaches roughly for his hand but seeing the cuts, he loosens his grip and gently dabs it before wrapping it with the towel.

"I'll help you with it later," Kurt says softly.

"It'll be fine," Dave replies and he movies his fingers slightly so they caress Kurt's as he finishes tying the towel. Kurt pulls his hand away and looks up at him.

"You're a dumb brute."

"I know," Dave agrees, "but its part of my charm, I promise."

Kurt smiles sadly at him before turning around.

"Ok, let's look for anything that's out of place."

"Well separate beds," Dave states.

"Weird but note rally surprising," Kurt replies as he rifles through Mercedes' bags.

Dave moves on to Terry's belongings.

"There's nothing here," Kurt says frustrated. Dave leans down to pick up a pair of pants as Kurt turns around. There's a chuckle and Dave turns around to see what's so funny.

"I see London, I see France, I see someone's underpants," Kurt giggles.

Dave rolls his eyes, "Really? Are we five now?"

Kurt nods as he keeps laughing.

"Shut up."

Dave turns back to the task at hand and reaches into the pockets to pull out its contents. There's a wallet, some matches and room key. He looks at the logo on the matches and realization hits him.

"Kurt, I found something."

"Uh me too," Kurt says quietly.

Dave turns around and looks inside the drawer in front of Kurt. He reaches in and picks up what Kurt is looking at.

"Oh God," Dave lets out.

"I know."

"This was in Terry's pants," Dave says handing over the matches and the room key.

"Oh God," Kurt lets out imitating Dave's initial response.

"I know. What should we do?"

"I have no idea."


"Puck! Hurry up!" Rachel yells as she knocks on the door of the men's bathroom in the lobby.

She taps her foot impatiently, she hates waiting. She's already nervous as it is. It will be terribly hard for her to act like a slut. This is really a job for Santana. Never the less, she will prevail, acting is one of her many talents after all. She pushes up her small breasts and shakes them a little.

The door finally opens.

"Finally, how do my breasts look?" Rachel asks as she turns around only to find its Terry that's coming out of the bathroom not Puck.

"Oh," Rachel's eyes go round, "oh my…I thought it was Puck."

She gives a flirty giggle.

"But they're perky aren't they?" she asks pushing her breast at him.

"They're tiny," Terry says with an air of boredom as he slips his hands into his pocket.

Rachel's eyes go cold but she continues to smile, "But. Perky. Don't you think?"

"I guess," Terry says barely sparing them a glance.

"Oh hahaha, there's no need to guess Terry. We're closer than that," Rachel says seductively, reaching for his hand and placing it on her right boob.

"Oh honey, please stop molesting this man," Puck's voice suddenly breaks through as he comes running out of the restroom.

Rachel releases his hand in shock.

"Oh Puck, I swear there's nothing…"

"Hush honey," Puck says, "Sorry dude, she drinks."

He grabs his wife by the arm and drags her away.

"What are you doing?" Rachel hisses, "I had him right where we want him."

"You had him in no such place," Puck says.

"What?"

"You're not gonna believe what just happened to me in there," Puck says.

"Does it really matter? We have a mission."

"Forget the mission, it's useless."


Finn frowns as he looks at Quinn whose eyes are twitching terribly.

"Honey, something's wrong with your eyes," Finn says worriedly.

Quinn rolls her eyes and glares at him then proceeds to widen her eyes once more and nod towards Mercedes. C'mon Finn, you know what I'm trying to tell you. I'm looking at you, then the champagne then nodding in Mercedes direction. You, champagne, Mercedes. You get it?

Realization hits Finn that his wife is trying to tell him something and being the good husband that he is he understands perfectly what that is. I got you babe.

"I'm just gonna take this and let you girls talk," Finn says grabbing the champagne and winking discreetly at Quinn whose nostrils are currently flaring. She rolls her eyes again before turning towards Mercedes.

"So Cedes, what's going on with you?"
Mercedes frowns at the question, "Well Quinn, I'm getting married."

Quinn laughs, "Right of course."

There's an awkward silence and both realize they were never the closest of friends and this is a little weird.

"Should I get us some drinks?" Quinn asks.

"Not for me, thanks," Mercedes replies.

"No?" Quinn asks, it's a little weird for her to reject a drink.

"I just don't want to feel bloated for the rehearsal dinner," Mercedes replies.

"Oh yeah, I get you," Quinn says.

Some more awkward silence.

"I wonder where Santana and Britney have gone off to," Mercedes questions.

"They're probably…oh there they are," Quinn says spotting them in the distance, "Who's with them?"

Mercedes turns around and feels the blood drain from her face. She stands up in a flash but suddenly everything goes dark and the last thing she hears is Quinn yelling her name.

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