Kurt's POV:

It was a scene of utter confusion. I don't know what transpired when the little 'find Anderson' troop sauntered out but they came back in a blur of emotion; rage, sadness, confusion and contempt. When Stacy picked up Nick from my lap I naturally followed her tugging on Sugar's little fingers. She remained silent, seething and I didn't ask her anything.

Whatever they found outside, it wasn't pretty, for one there was no Blaine joining back and two Sam's mom was crying into Sam Papa's shoulder repeating, "Can't believe it happened to both our children."

I wanted badly to console her but I do have a slight tendency to make bad situations worse so I tried to keep a greatly disturbed Sugar distracted so that Stacy could have her alone time.

Blaine's brother was with him. I trusted he could handle anything much better than I could anyway.

When we had reached their home everyone dispersed into their own lives, the merriment and unity brought by the wedding seemed to have broken. I felt lost without the jolly ambiance. It felt to me like the wedding was called off. Sam locked himself up in his room. While Stacy was in hers; well Stacy's room might have been a little bit more crowded than Sam's seeing how Blaine's brother, Sugar, Nick and I were all present. Other than the two kids playing, there was a dull buzz of silent thought, fidgeting and slight sounds of exasperation.

I desperately wanted to leave but I somehow felt I shouldn't so I didn't even though I had a good reason to leave I just hope he'd understand why I couldn't come since Stacy looks as though she might strangle me if I upset the makeshift calm.

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Blaine's POV

"Did you finalize something?" I asked with a nasal whine that I know drive people crazy especially homeless, loveless, penniless people.

"No." Jeff threw me a sheepish grin, "I'm so used to Sebastian paying for everything I stopped carrying wallets ages ago." He said rubbing the back of his head.

I groaned, "I didn't bring my wallet because I wanted to weasel Sam to pay for drinks, we were hoping to head out to a bar under pretense of a Bachelor's party."

"Wait. So you hadn't pre-planned it?"

"Uh...no." I felt so stupid having to admit that.

Jeff gave me a flustered look before stalking up to me and placing a hard slap on my head.

"That is so irresponsible!"

"Hey! I said I can go talk to !"

"No No" He took a deep breath, "Everything happens for a reason, everything happens for a reason." He started chanting as he paced the streets aimlessly with me tagging behind.

"you have to calm down." I couldn't help but interject into his nonsensical string of thoughts.

Jeff smiled, "Must be an after effect of having lived with for so long."

"What's up with Master, you were calling him without it back in the garden."

"Somehow calling him without the honorific brings unpleasant memories to the forefront."

I didn't pry even though I wanted to badly. If it was unpleasant I should avoid it right? I've already made life for Jeff unpleasant as it is.

My stomach growled loudly cutting my guilt trip short.

Damn I was suffering too.

A minute later Jeff's joined in with an even heavier groan and we started laughing, "Guess we're hungry, huh?" He said looking embarrassed.

"Yeah." I looked around for a while when I realized that we've wandered to a known part of town. I'm sure if we just turn the corner here then we can find...Adam's place!

Yes!

I rushed towards the house, "C'mon Jeff I think I know where to crash for the night!"

I was praying that Sam hadn't called and told Adam what I did. Then again why should he? I was the hero, the one who carved his way to Julie. Even if Adam knew he should receive me with a warm embrace and a pat on the back and preferably some food and clothes seeing how I was sill stuck in this portable heater I had called my wedding suit up until an hour ago, right now it was just suit.

I knocked on the door, waiting for him to open up with Jeff standing nervously behind me.

"Hi! Adam I'm kinda homeless right now. I was wondering if I could crash in for the night and look I brought a friend!"

I pushed Jeff to the front and he smiled sweetly and unsurely. I knew Adam would fall prey to Jeff's innocently helpless looking face.

Adam's gaze bewildered for a while before composing himself. He was probably used to surprises and stress since he was manager of an idol group so he composed himself pretty quickly and held the door open with a smile.

"Sure Blaine, come in."

I made myself home instantly. Jeff sat politely on the couch after introducing himself.

"Hey, Blaine why don't you make dinner while I go make a call?"

"Sure!"

Well I hate making dinner when im under pressure but he's letting me stay over for free, if I'm whiny enough Adam might even let me stay for a few days. Ah, I should wash up though. So I rushed towards the bedroom door behind which Adam had disappeared trusting to find a nifty bathroom in there somewhere.

I caught on to a thread of his conversation.

"...yeah that's why I won't be able to make it tonight. Oh you're busy too? Well then it worked out for the both of us. Bye, baby."

"Oh...don't tell me I interrupted a date? Now I'll have to deal with her wrath forever."

"His and Kurt isn't that sort of a person."

I tried not to react and honestly I couldn't even do it to my full capacity of surprise since I just suffered a big loss and my heart is broken into million pieces. Let's avoid that bit now, shall we?

But seriously all these years and I had no idea Adam was into men. I mean seriously I never even inquired about his mysterious lover who to come think of it has been hovering around in topics ever since I've met Adam.

"Yes, Blaine yes I'm gay now breathe." He rolled his eyes as though it was a typical reaction. I felt bad because technically I'm gay too.

I chuckled nervously, "I just never thought it possible is all."

I looked around not wanting to be stuck in an uncomfortable silence with Adam, trying to find anything to divert the conversation to and my eyes fell on a picture of two people on his bedside table, one was Adam and I could swear the other was Kurt.

"Woah...what's Kurt's full name?" I asked curiously inching towards the picture to make sure that it really was Kurt.

"Kurt Hummel."

"You're going out with Sam's neighbor!"

Adam chuckled, "Yeah. Sam was shocked when he found out too. I'm just surprised you didn't know."

"I didn't! Kurt never mentioned it to me!"

"Come to think of it I met Sam after I was going out with Kurt. I wouldn't be surprised if Kurt himself didn't know." Adam tittered contentedly, looking spaced out as though he was remembering Kurt, which on second thought he might actually have been doing.

It's my cue to leave.

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Kurt's POV

The room had erupted into chatter a while back. My tension was going up at the suddenly excited atmosphere. That could be bad though I should probably control it. Maybe if I poke Sugar...

Stacy and Blaine's brother were whispering in a close huddle, I vaguely heard 'Blaine' and 'Idiot' and 'Just One Thing To Do'.

I couldn't really listen in, it was getting too confusing, what with the wedding with Blaine now off was it really possible that Sam would wed Julie. I liked Julie, honestly she seemed like a nice girl but that doesn't mean Sam would marry her!

It's not right it's just not right.

And then these two women are giving off suspicious conspiratory vibes which is totally pushing the up button on my tension and I miss my boyfriend, I swear I'd get hard even if I look at a picture of him.

My cell phone rang with an inopportune instrumental of "Here Comes the Bride" that I had put up as ring tone in accordance to the festivities and my own desires to see Adam in a wedding dress of course. Ever since the day of the fitting I just couldn't get it out of my—

"KURT! Get the PHONE!" Stacy cut off my thoughts as I scrambled through my pockets to find the little machinery.

"Ah! Adam ! I just wanted to—

But he cut me off, "Sorry Kurt . I have guests today I can't come over today."

"Oh! Who?!" Adam was a very, very desirable man. I can't help get worried.

"You see Blaine Anderson suddenly barged in with a friend for the night and that's why—

"Oh Blaine went to your house? Okay, Okay No problem, my neighbor's wedding got cancelled so I need to stay here; the atmosphere is really heavy and everything."

"So you're busy too? That's convenient. Bye, baby."

"Bye." You know I seriously wonder how Blaine has ended up at Adam's place...

But my wondering was cut short when I noticed the intense stare of the whole room on me. Even Nick seemed at the verge of some finger pointing or maybe he was trying to scratch my nose off.

"What?" I asked self-conscious pushing Nick's prying hands off my face.

"You just said Blaine." Stacy asked tentatively as though holding back hope

"Yeah So? He's over at Adam 's house."

"OMG!" Stacy and Blaine's brother shouted at once almost dancing around the room after a while I started feeling lonely and joined in holding Stacy and Blaine's brother hand and twirling. However my curiosity got the best of me.

"Why are we dancing?" Trying to stop Nick who was still in dance mood.

"Where's Adam's house?" Stacy asked completely ignoring my question. I let it go. It tends to happen to me a lot. But I couldn't help worrying. Like I said Adam is a very, VERY desirable man. There's a lot two single women would want out of a rich, handsome man who oh so very talented with his mout—

"KURT! ADAM'S ADDRESS! NOW!"

"Why?" Getting defensive I backed off holding Nick at arm's length trusting Stacy to not get violent in the face of her sweet baby. But I was ready to fight for my man if the need arises. I just hope she doesn't use her cla—

"KURT! You're dosing off again!"

"HEY!" Blaine's brother stalked up to me and hit my head. I guess Nick doesn't hold off violence in him.

I rubbed my head.

Stacy sighed, "If you WERE listening then you'd know we need to see Blaine ASAP."

I just gave her a confused look trusting she'd continue from there.

"Kurt, it's too much to repeat the whole thing again so please just tell us where Adam's house is so we can corner Blaine."

Reluctantly I wrote down the address. Stacy took it happily squealing excitedly at Blaine's brother who dittoed her action.

They put on their coats and were leaving.

"Wait! You're going NOW?"

"Well not RIGHT now. We need to prepare."

"I'm coming with you." My woman-going-after-attractive-boyfriend was ringing furiously.

"NO! Take care of my kids!"

"I'll bring them over!"

"It'll ruin the plan! Please just stay back, look after Sam make sure he doesn't do something stupid."

I retracted. She has a point. Heartbreaks might make people do stupid things. Of course I had to realize AFTER they left that technically Sam didn't love Blaine and this thing was bound to happen from the start so he wasn't really heartbroken.

However right now I could only think of one thing, "Wait!"

The duo looked back quizzically, "Can you find out how Blaine even ended up in Adam's house? I really don't get it."

Truth was my 'man-who-is-gay-and-heartbroken-going-after-attractive-boyfriend' bells were ringing too. It's too stressful going out with someone who is prone to wander off to both sexes.

"They're best friends, idiot." Stacy flipped while closing the door behind her.

EEHHHH?!

I could hear snorts and exclamations like, "he doesn't know his boyfriend's best friends."

I don't know how it happened...he never told me before...is Adam keeping more secrets from me? Maybe even of a more scandalous nature?"

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Blaine's POV

I got through the night, concentrating on the fact that there was someone who was also miserable. I felt like a jerk but I concentrated on the alien pain of Jeff's to escape my own. Nothing good would ever come off thinking about Sam and soon maybe even tomorrow he'll get married.

And thirty years from now I'd be a miserable old man, terrorizing neighbors and stealing their little kids to recount to them of the story how I once almost married the one that I love.

Once Sam gets married I'll lose him forever. Somehow I never thought it would happen. It always felt that through whatever we'd stick together.

But his family hated me and now there'd be no way we can be friends again. I'm sure his mother told him to stay away from me. Right now, there's no reason for him to defy her either. I had betrayed him. At least that is probably what it must have seemed like to him. It wasn't discussed before. And he's too dull to figure it out by himself.

If I go tell him I did it for him and it was just a show I know that he'd believe me. There's no reason not to. But I couldn't muster the will.

What would come off it?

A thank you, one mumbled and one in distorted French accented English.

In the end Sam would go back to her. To build a life with her, have babies with her and make a family with dogs and cats and all the animals that would find their way into his house by means of an enthusiastic Stacey. She would be the fun Aunt to Sam's kids and I'd be the miserable uncle giving longing looks to their father and probably be hated by them because I'd never be able to show my love for them.

I'd yearn for the feel of Sam's soft lips and his warm breath on my skin and I'd never be able to show how much I love his kids. How can I not love his kids? They'd be part Sam. I'd secretly give chocolates to the one that would do impressions. But that's it. They'd be part Julie and I'd always resent that part of them. It was so confusing even trying to think about adjusting in a life where Sam is not even available to be mine.

No, it'd definitely be better to lead a life without him where at least I held a slight chance of moving on, of finding love again.

I made my way out to the kitchen to make pancakes or toast or whatever was easier.

That's when I heard sniffles from the other futon.

I ditched breakfast to put a hand on what I presumed would be the bundled form under the covers, "What's wrong?"

There were louder sniffling and hasty movements, probably Jeff trying to wipe his tears before having to face me.

"It's okay you know, you don't have to hide it." I pulled the covers down gently to find a weary looking Jeff, face puffy with having cried too much and barely containing it even now as he bit his lips and looked up at me with his red eyes, the nose colored red looked comical actually.

"It's okay." I repeated threading my fingers through his blonde hair.

"You have a family. I had only Sebastian ." He said simple but fresh streams rolled down the side of his face.

"I'll go talk to him. He loves you. You love him this is ridiculous" I was getting up when Jeff suddenly shot up and grabbed me, "Don't! I've been holding him down. He has to stop loving me and move on. And you're right he can't do that if I'm with him scrutinizing his every move."

Me and my big mouth. I gathered him in my arms just because he seemed like he needed the contact. Judging by the way he instantly snuggled into my shoulder I wasn't wrong.

We stayed like that for a while before he spoke up, "Adam's your friend, right?"

"Yeah."

"You can stay here for a few days then. I'll have to move out."

"You really don't have to. Adam's a really nice guy. He won't even let you feel like you're exploiting him. That's the best part right?"

"Not when you have exploited other's kindness for your whole life. It makes you feel like a rat."

"You were working for him!"

Jeff snorted, "Yeah, right. Ever since my mother died I've stayed at the Smythe's. Ever Since then I've exploited their kindness. And look how I've repaid them for it. Turned their son gay. Clung on to him. Bogged him down. Do you know how desirable the combination of his good looks and wealth makes him and he hasn't had a steady girlfriend in ever. I'm such a jerk. I guess I've loved way beyond my reach"

"Oh c'mon. You didn't MAKE him fall in love with you. He does what he does because to him you're worth it."

Jeff made a thoughtful noise into my shoulder, "Worth what? Life is a hell hole; the waiting, the yearning, the strained flicker of hope. I'm sick of it. I love Sebastian but that's no excuse to what I'm doing to him. I guess it's true if you really love something set it free."

I couldn't argue. It's true isn't it? Setting your loved one free hurt like a bitch but holding on and making them miserable is so much worse. All those times I've felt happy at having Sam near me seemed so shallow now that I wasn't even sure whether I have the right to keep them as precious memories. I still couldn't let go of the way his lips felt against mine. A violent shiver of want coursed my body at the thought.

This time Jeff chuckled, "It's okay." He patted my shoulder gently.

The doorbell rang and we moved away from each other; Jeff looking less weepy than before. I'm sure a good breakfast and wash would get that I've-been-crying-all-night look off his face.

He however picked up his suit and pulled on his pants, "You're leaving already."

"Yeah. Maybe I can catch the first flight. Or at least escape before I lose courage. There is something I want to say to him before I leave though" He grinned without any happiness in it.

"You should somehow."

The doorbell rang again, "Plus I'll be getting that on my way."

That was sudden but I understand, he's a man on a mission to find his own calling. Honestly I'd join him if I wasn't so scared.

"Okay Jeff, Bye for now I guess. How do you say goodbye in these situations? You're being impulsive!"

"Yeah it's my turn, right?" He asked teasingly, "I hope we meet again Blaine Anderson."

"Definitely...uh...I don't know your full name." I said in a low voice earning a hearty laugh from Jeff.

"Jeff ******! Remember it!" And he stepped into the hall to open the door.

I could hear a female voice. VERY familiar female voice...

NO!

"Blaine. There's someone here looking for you."

"BLAINE ANDERSON! YOU'VE BEEN A BAD BOY!"

I could drop dead this instant.

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Sam's POV

It's an obscenely early hour of the morning.

I couldn't get a wink of sleep. I felt cold, my bed felt empty.

And my stomach was rumbling, surprisingly enough I couldn't care. A hand shot to my head at this thought. Maybe all the happenings from yesterday finally got to me and I'm having a mental breakdown.

In the back of my head I knew what was wrong, why I felt so restless. I missed Blaine, badly.

It's not just that he isn't here physically but somehow after yesterday I felt like he was gone from my life. The slightly overbearing feeling of Blaine always frolicking about protecting me was gone. Usually even if Blaine was in another country I could feel his concern covering me up in a warm blanket.

But it's all just psychological right? Feelings like this isn't practical.

This ominous feeling of never seeing Blaine again, what is it? Why is it there?

It's leaving me hollow. But it's ridiculous. It's impractical.

I've spent the whole of last night telling myself it's ridiculous. That Blaine's just play acting until I can wed Julie and then we can tell everyone and be best friends again.

The doubt itching at my insides didn't stop, wouldn't. No matter how much I repeated that to myself. The feeling of losing him, it won't stop. But I won't lose him. It's not that simple, years of friendship, I can't lose him through this simple little thing.

It's stupid, this marriage thing. Why did I ever involve Blaine in it?

Stupid things have happened.

I kissed him even. Why had I done that? Why don't I regret doing it? Why is it that whenever I feel like telling Blaine seriously how sorry I am for jumping him I can't? It's scary how little sorry I feel for my actions.

It was the make-up, and that damn wedding suit that Blaine looked so goddamn perfect in.

There were sirens in my head going, "This is it! This is it!" and the press of his muscled body against mine drove me crazy.

For a moment I forgot that he was my male and best friend.

He looked like my perfect bride and that's the thought I had held on to when I cornered him in that alley and kissed him.

It was amazing.

I wonder if Blaine really was a girl if it'd be him instead of Julie.

I wonder if he felt it.

The spark that was brought to life when I pressed my lips to his.

Where did that fission come from? Years of friendship?

But it was ridiculous and I could never confide such silly thoughts to him.

It's been months that I've been cooking up thoughts, stringing up images of life with Julie in my head, sharing with Blaine. Two kids. Big house. Dogs and cats and obnoxious neighbors. And Blaine.

He's wonderful. Our kids will be best friends and we'll play with them until the mud and dirt have made us unrecognizable. He'd go back home with my son and his would be left behind. He'll meet my daughter and they'll fall in love. I'll gladly give her hand in marriage to his son.

Then we'll be related.

The thought sent a surge of satisfaction through my restless heart.

I can't believe he did something like that without telling me.

He took the burden of everyone's hatred so that the wedding would be off without the cruel truth.

He really did keep his side of the deal and saw my plan through even though I had given up on it and I was truly grateful.

I just wish, I just wish I didn't end up losing him through this.

I wish Blaine had told me. I felt oddly betrayed at him suddenly deciding these things for himself.

And there's another thing that's been bothering me, clawing into my thoughts like venom. Maybe he didn't do it to actually call off the wedding but he really was with Jeff.

Why did I dread this thought? Whoever Blaine was with wasn't my deal.

I just hope...I just hope he's happy.

After all one day, he'd get married too and we'd see less and less of each other until our paths completely separated and there'd be nothing left but friendly waves from far away.

Why does it hurt to think of this?

The confusing swirl of thoughts is dizzying me.

This is the exact reason why I stopped thinking ever since I was ten. The more you think, the more you need to think.

Questions are insatiable. When one is answered another comes up.

I need to stop thinking. I wonder if I propose going fishing now whether I'd be stopped.

In any case I should get breakfast, maybe mother would have calmed down enough for me to ask her about going, and maybe I should take her with me. She needs the calm and peace; the feeling of having nothing to think about but the vast ocean with mysteries so great that you don't even want to think about it.

I was surprised to see Julie there right beside my mother consoling her. When I stacked my plate with the pancakes on the counter I also got to know she made them. It was amazing how she was taking control of the whole situation as I saw her bustling about my kitchen. It seemed like everyone but me was bent on sticking to the plan.

I'm glad because nothing would go anywhere if all of us left things the way they were.

I greeted a nervous looking Kurt who was picking at a pancake. Blaine's mother was here too. I felt a little relieved because if his mother was here he couldn't have disappeared completely off the face of the earth. I was glad my feelings were dread were turning out to be false alarms.

It felt odd really not to be the center of attention, not to hear how I was about to be married to that cute little Blaine boy every second of my life. I felt oddly neglected.

It was short lived.

I don't even know what happened from scarfing down Julie's pancakes to Blaine's mom commenting how Julie would make a good bride to Kurt dropping his pancakes to mother agreeing to Blaine's mother to nodding my head when asked if I think Julie would also make a good bride to finally agreeing to marry her.

Kurt cut himself while cleaning up the glass shards and Julie was beaming so brightly I couldn't even look at her.

What the hell just happened?

Sorry again I was late XD, last one will be update faster ;)
one again this story completely belong and was written by the lovely , I just changed it a little tiny bit.