Hello everyone! Wow that was some response you guys gave me from my authour's note and it honestly made my decision much easier. I'm going with a bit of both options really. There will be two big chapters (this is one of them) left and a tiny epilogue that will tie in both stories. So a few chapters instead of a big one and you guys were so fantastical in responding that I literally wrote this super quick. The ideas for fast tracking the story had always been in my brain but the positivity you guys threw at me was indeed overwhelming so I have to express my sincerest thanks by posting this as soon as humanly possible.
I love you guys, people I don't even know, but I couldn't feel better about it honestly, you guys give me purpose with my writings and always know that I cherish each comment, reader or favourite no matter how early or late you join this story, I love you all.
Okay enough with the sappy stuff...here's some more undoubtedly sappy stuff. :D review guys, tell me how it goes?
*hiding under a pillow while throwing love cookies*
Our Boys
Time Flies
"We finally finished the back shooting. I'm seriously tired of seeing these episodes I can't wait to begin the filming on Heart honestly."
"I know love but at least Ryan pushed back shooting so that I can have a scene to film, I think that the fans would have gone ape if Blaine hadn't been in the Valentine's episode considering his love for hearts and puppies and things. Never mind that it would be Kurt and Blaine's first Valentine's together as a couple. So... it's not all bad."
I lifted my head to look at my fiance's face which was a tiny bit distorted in the Skype window but it was definitely better than nothing. Darren being so far away even for the few weeks that he had been had been torture, and it was kind of hitting me harder than I would have liked. The combined stresses of him being away, my book launch pending this summer and movie previews and such were just mounting so high, and I hadn't known how much stress I was relieving on Darren until he wasn't there in person.
Darren had expressed the same sentiment as well, knowing that he was under pressure from the Starkid family to make an appearance at various get togethers, and the wedding was just another worry to add to that. We needed each other, far more than we had ever really noticed.
"I know honey..." I had somehow managed to let a very small tear escape my eyes but it wasn't even something that I was conscious about. Darren on the other hand despite the blurry connection could see the smallest changes in my face, something I was extremely fond of and wished he couldn't see at the same time. I hated appearing weak and somehow this man seemed to make me fall apart the seams whenever we were together. It was liberating but annoying that he could disarm me with the slightest glance of amber eyes.
I wiped it away quickly and put on a brave face, smiling a somewhat watery smile at the man I loved; the one who made me so proud to be with it almost hurt.
"Sweetie, are you okay? Why are you crying?"
"It's just that, I'm sorry Dare. Everything's just been really hard. Since I got back, the press have been up my ass basically, ya know more than usual. I just miss you and I can't even miss you in peace with the media vultures making camp in my butt."
Darren snorted but smile sympathetically. "That' a lovely image honey, disturbing but lovely." He laughed again, and the timbre of that laugh alone made me smile.
"Beside Chris, as much as I know that you hate the media shit, I know you secretly love using your wit and love of big words to mess with reporters. Sarcasm is still lost on some people and it's funny when you get bitchy. I saw the little snippet in The Post about you being snarky at the airport the other week. Classy honey, I love it when you're bitchy. It makes me proud and thankful that it wasn't directed at me."
I laughed with him on this one but face palmed at the same time.
"Oh god you saw that? The great and powerful Oz was not impressed, he laughed but he was not amused."
"I'll bet."
You couldn't really blame me for the incident in question though. I had just gotten off the plane first thing in the morning, and I was horribly jet lagged for some reason. It was 6:30 am and there were reporters camped out at my gate to bug me about Darren. I had had no coffee, or at least none that could be considered consumable, and only one diet coke. I had a monster headache and all they had done was hound me about Darren's performance. I had 'politely' told them if they were truly concerned then there was a plane behind me that could take them to New York so they could purchase a ticket for themselves and leave me the hell alone. I may have inserted a snarky comment or two, and muttered various non PG rated names in their direction but that was speculation. Ryan seemed to understand but figured me calling a reporter an 'illiterate and insensitive ass clown' as probably not the best course of action. I had made a formal apology but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Darren and I had been Skyping now for the last few days, late by his schedule but sometimes a text just wouldn't cut it. Same as always we said our good byes with hushed tones of I love yous and a blown kiss mixed with a pathetic excuse for a smile no matter how much we meant it; we knew that we both missed each other terribly.
Once I closed the laptop I sighed rubbing my hands through my hair. It was a draining week, and it seemed like my subconscious was making requests for me because before I knew it, my front door was being opened and the person I needed most at that moment strolled in carrying what I can only image to be my 'save me from wallowing' care package.
I hadn't know I was sitting in the dark in my living room until I was surrounded by the faint yellow glow of my side lamp.
"Sitting in the dark should be reserved for fun times babe." Mark sat down on my left, leaving the bags on the floor and pulling me sideways without so much as a word, so that I was leaning against his chest in a sideways hug.
Mark smelled like a new cologne, body wash and something comforting that I always associated with Mark. He had always been my rock, even from day one, and now was no exception.
"Thank you." It was barely a whisper, and one that I didn't even recognize as my own voice, but Mark just gave me a tiny squeeze in response, saving the audio responses for later I would imagine. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head very briefly before shushing me and getting me to sit up. I must have looked like a wreck because the worried expression that crossed Mark's face was enough to make my heart jump a little.
He sat cross legged much like I was so that he was facing me and I him. He placed a hand on my cheek before he spoke.
"A lot on your plate huh?"
I nodded not trusting my voice again for a minute but merely looked at the hands that were clasping in my lap.
"Yeah, just tired, and worn, and I miss D. I just need a vacation from life sometimes man, but it's nothing I can't handle." I tried to straighten myself up and look in his eyes with what I could only hope was strength but he laughed at me, lowering his hand.
"Bullshit man. Fucking bullshit. We're all human, we all got issues and crap. There is no shame in needing a fresh perspective or even just a little cheering up when things go batshit crazy. That's why I'm here." He gave that cheeky full toothed smile that everyone thought was reserved for Puck and began rummaging through his backpack and the other bag he brought with him. He started dumping shit on my coffee table at a quick and excited pace, it was almost childish the way he was getting things laid out on the table that I couldn't suppress a tiny smile at my overly excitable best friend.
"Okay so we got all the usuals. I bring rum, which could make your diet cokes a lot more fun and relaxing. I have the Star Wars anthology on blu ray since you've never experienced the awesomeness that is Star Wars in full high def. I also brought my Bruce Campbell collection even though you have most of them if we're feeling a little silly. I have sushi and those epic Cantonese noodles you drool over from the place on Sunset. Plus...I have a little surprise."
Mark never ceased to amaze me sometimes. It was like he was reading my mind with the things that I needed, geekiness, comfort food, maybe a little liquid relaxer and friendly company, but this surprise thing made Mark's face light up. I didn't question the surprise just yet, letting him rifle through his bag and present it to me on his own terms.
When he came up holding a very old looking velvet bag no larger than my fist I looked at him a little questioningly.
"Okay so this is incredibly sappy but, you have something old already, that ring from Dare's grandpa, and Ash is giving you something blue which for some reason she won't tell me about, but this I figured would cover the bases on something borrowed. It's old and kind of important to my dad's family since it was my granddad's but, I wanted you to borrow it for the wedding, so yeah...open it."
Mark looked uncharacteristically sheepish and it was kind of adorable from my mohawked friend. He always radiated a dorky confidence but whatever lay in this pouch made him blush almost.
I took the bag from him, it felt soft but well worn in and I untied the strings glancing up at him from time to time.
"Come on Colfer it's not gonna bite, the suspense is killing me here, open the damn bag!" He laughed as I did but it stopped the moment I saw the flash of gold inside.
"Oh Mark it's..."
" A pocket watch. It was made in my granddad's home town in Germany, but it's always brought good luck to people that carry it on their wedding day, so I thought...best man n' all...I would...you know what never mind it was a stupid idea..."
I hugged him tightly before he could say another word.
"God do you ever shut up! It's beautiful..." I pulled away after pecking him on the cheek and looking at the fine craftsmanship of the watch in my hands, "Thank you."
It was a comfortable silence for a minute, but one that was interrupted when Mark got up. He was always one to ignore the sappy situations but he seemed to have a lot of them around me anyway.
He looked over at me holding up Bubba Ho-Tep and wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Best Man Ever right?"
My mood had completely lifted and as much as I knew he was teasing I knew he really wanted confirmation on the gift and evening he had planned.
"The best. Now I'm gonna make some drinks, now take your ass into the entertainment room and set up Bruce Campbell, I'll be in there in a sec."
"Yes dear." Mark rolled his eyes but he seemed elated that I was pleased with his borrowed present. He really was the best man ever.
Just under 6 months left, and it was draining waiting for that day but maybe this feeling of longing and doubt would subside.
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(DPOV)
Planning a wedding sucked. Okay maybe that was just the stress talking because planning a wedding to the most amazing person you've ever known should be an occasion to celebrate; thus the want for a ceremony to show it off, but damn this was draining. Most people when they saw our couple dynamic would assume that Chris was the planner extraordinaire because he was the one that reveled in planning and details and his perfectionist streak was superior to my own, but in this case, I had taken over the majority of the planning details because I was honestly the least busy of the two of us.
That comment alone even in my head is laughable, as most humans on this planet know I'm a very busy person by trade and by need to keep my brain moving, but Chris recently had been the king of busy.
Since I had gotten back from my successful stint on Broadway, somehow that sounded awe inspiring and very odd to even me sometimes, but since then the Glee train had been moving fast and furious. The way the rest of the season was going to be laid out was a little different but it would mean a roller coaster schedule. We would be packing double episodes into corresponding weeks and then having a few weeks off because some of the regular cast members had other engagements that they needed to fulfill, Chris included.
His movie was coming out at the end of the year and his soon to be published first book at the end of the summer right after we were scheduled back from our honeymoon. His schedule was far more packed as of late and I had been charged with dotting i's and crossing t's on the minute and not so minute details of this wedding and it had been a lot of fucking work to be honest.
Currently during the month and a half break we got from shooting Glee, you know the one that the fans went absolutely bonkers over and claimed all kinds of withdrawal symptoms from? I had to sympathize with them over that, it was a long break, but I had decided that I would use this time to actually get some of the finer details on the planning done on my own. I wanted to be productive for when Chris got back from New York to show him all the stuff I had gotten done, but mostly I wanted the last few months prior to the big day to be easier on us both as a couple.
Chris had said to not run myself ragged but I had done the exact opposite from what my fiancee wanted of course; I never really did know my limits especially when I was being productive. One night Chuck, Chord, Harry and Di had come over to help me. Chuck had called me late that morning asking if I was up for a hang out and I had told him I was up to my armpits in planning and he had asked if he could be of some help.
Before I knew it Chuck had come over with Chord, Harry and Di in tow, unbeknownst to me of course at the time, but as we all settled around the island in Chris' and my kitchen island talking over the some of the details when I realized that I had another thing figured out without even really noticing until now. Something I had been putting off.
"I think that you should stick to your gut man. I mean honestly who gives a rats ass if it's traditional or not, or conflicting with the venue theme or whatever. It's your day, so do with it as you both want. I'd say go with Di's theory, it works."
"Yeah I'm with Chord and Di on this one Dare, it looks great and it's very 'you guys'." Harry was arranging the papers I had strewn across the table around the laptop as he said this, and Di and Chord were backing up and admiring the finality of the arrangement. Chuck had been watching me with a small smile as I took in the organized chaos that was my kitchen, when he noticed that something in my mind had clicked.
"You guys are the best wedding party a guy could ask for." It just came out so naturally and it seemed to have the desired effect as my friends looked at me like I had three heads but they let me finish my thought.
"Chuck you're my best man hands down, always have been, always will be but Harry, Di, Chord, you've all been so close to me in a freaky kindred kind of way and I want you guys to stand with me...oh and Cory too, but I'll call him when he gets back from vacation with Lea. So, what do you think?"
Di hugged me quickly but then slapped me on the shoulder.
"Way to wait until the last minute Criss, a girl has to get a dress fitted numerous times before she can be part of a wedding party." She looked at me sternly with her arms newly crossed but it soon melted quickly when she hugged me again, causing the room to laugh in unison.
"Of course I'll stand with you Dare, I'd be honoured."
Chord chimed in, "We all would."
Chord, this master of impersonations and outward humour looked humbled as we shook hands. It was a sappy moment for all of us as they all showed how right I was for choosing my wedding party so wisely, and I hoped that Cory would be on board as well.
Chuck seemed to read my mind, much like he always seemed to when he spoke up, "Cory will just be the frosting to the cake bro. Although I would like to recommend that we put him on the end of the procession line far away from you and yours truly because damn that man makes us look small."
Di agreed with her hand in the air, "Seconded, we can have a shortest to tallest procession."
I was quick to point out that I was a half inch taller than my brother and that that wouldn't work, which ended up with Chuck trying to give me a noogie like when we were five.
The rest of that afternoon had been a relaxed frenzy, and I attributed it to the people I surrounded myself with; everything was going to be okay.
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(CPOV)
"Pĩna how are you? You look great!" Lea and her effervescent charm. My now extended wedding party, thanks to Darren's need to have one best man and four grooms-people, we're all piling into the humble dress shop and tailor's that Tuesday afternoon. I honestly hated that term grooms-people but it was accurate, especially considering my own wedding party was even more thick with nonconformity than Darren's. I had had a hard time choosing whom would be in my wedding party, but I had finally boiled it down to the fabulous five. Mark, my best man, would be standing immediately at my side flanked by Amber, Ashley, Jenna and of course Lea. The latter of the five the real reason we found this incredible tailor and dress maker in the first place in the Bronx.
The owner was a friend of Lea's mom Edith so needless to say when Lea showed up with me in tow so many weeks ago that she was elated to not only get a boat ton of money for basically dressing our entire cast but that Lea had remembered the family friends she had grown up with in the Bronx.
It also helped that her and her husbands work was exquisite.
Naya and Heather had already come and gone for their dresses which were special for a reason, as had my sister Hannah. Kevin had ordered his 'suit of epicness' as he was calling it but had yet to make it to New York for the fitting despite how much I was hounding him to get it done. Every member of the herd was going to be involved in Darren's and my wedding and this was one of the major points that we had agreed on right from the get go.
So today was the final fitting for most of the ladies, they would make adjustments back in California if they needed to, but this was the last fitting before the dresses got shipped.
Mark and I had had our major fitting two weeks prior and all that we needed was the final fitting a week before the actual wedding, but like the true best man he had turned out to be, my rock decided that the whole party had to be here to see everything come together.
The dress shop wasn't that big but Pĩna had been great with making sure the shop stayed closed when we were there, since we didn't want it getting out to the public that we were all here.
"Lea, bella, you look perfect as usual. I see you've brought me the whole group this time. How's my groom doing, these ladies keeping you on your toes?"
I rolled my eyes but laughed and gave Pĩna a hug. "You have no idea. It's good to see you, Mrs. Sarto."
Mark chimed in, "I would like to point out that I am only an honorary lady."
"That remains to be seen." I quipped an eyebrow at him as I said this and Pĩna laughed.
"Okay lets gets you all dressed, see how it all comes together, and Christopher how many times have I told you to call me Pĩna. Lea's like family, and now so are you, so I would love it if you dropped the formalities."
She grabbed my hand and led me and my party to the dressing room area where surely all the labelled formal wear was assembled as promised.
"Of course, thank you Pĩna, but only if you call me Chris."
Pĩna smiled a smile that was so motherly, but nodded and let me follow my wedding party into the dressing area where I sat down beside Mark and waited for the ladies to get into their dresses. We had decided that my side of the party would wear the colour that Darren wanted and vice versa, dressing his side in my favourite colour. It was this decision that Darren had made a few months ago that we would throw tradition out the window and have conflicting colours for our wedding parties mimicking our personalities. My wedding party would be in purple shades where his would be in blue. Odd but soothing, different surely but we were always just a little odd, especially as a couple.
"So, six weeks away, you nervous yet babe?" Mark was sitting in the comfortable chair to my right and I looked over at him and a sense of calm seemed to roll over me. Since we had wrapped shooting on the most insane ending to a season we've had to date, things had finally slowed down for me and Darren. Our schedules hadn't slowed down really but with the season wrapped it was a weight off my shoulders for the time being.
Darren and I got to spend some much needed time together because of this, time with one another, mentally emotionally and most certainly physically. The term going at it like rabbits was one term that I hadn't even thought would be accurate but with Dare and I, well in the last few weeks, we were drowning in each others bodies. It was like the last few months since the initial separation in New York had flown by in a pattern of over packed schedules and frayed nerves.
Once the show had wrapped Dare and I had taken a vacation of sorts for a week and a half, where we toured the California coast finding little bed and breakfasts to ease our weariness, but we also made the trip productive. We stopped in on his parents and mine, spending some much needed time with our immediate families relaxing and just being a family, and of course visiting out new venue and finalizing the details with the head of operations there regarding some questions we both had regarding the date, parking availability etc. It was on that trip that Darren and I had discovered each other again, much like a forgotten prophecy that we knew by memory but had neglected in not so many words. The kisses were rushed and desperate, only to make way to sweet and loving, and it was a moment that I remember so well.
"Chris...too many clothes."
We were both only wearing wife beaters and shorts since we had been just taking a relaxing drive north from his parents, but he was right when he said there were still too many clothes. We had all but fumbled our way in the door of the bed and breakfast and neither of us mentioned or cared about the details of the room, nor the amazing ocean vista just outside the window because all that mattered was each other.
Our lips moved heatedly against one another, tongues aggressive and searching in our matched want to dominate the other, as I hummed in agreement as I shed my own clothes almost as fast as he stripped himself, our mouths only moving from the other to breathe hotly and remove our shirts. No other words were spoken, there was no need. The only need was for Darren's mouth to move faster against my own, for my hands to thread through his modestly hairy chest slick with the sweat from our combined body heat from the early summer , or for the slicked up fingers now moving deftly and quickly inside me to keep going.
Leaning against the wall, feeling Darren suck on my pulse point as he continued to assault my prostate on every other thrust, his learned fingers knowing my body so well, as I caved into the sheer pleasure that this man was giving me. The groans and impatient growls I was giving off only spurred Darren on.
Despite me letting Darren fuck my mouth not ten minutes before we found ourselves in this position, I could tell he was almost fully hard again, as if the sounds and feel I was giving off were enough to entice this gorgeous man into wanting me again.
My mind was going blank though, Darren now had four fingers in me and the stretch was perfect and the pace fast so much so that when he crooked his fingers in me and let his eyes bore into mine I lost it completely, coming harder than I had in a very long time and just form his fingers alone.
Dare watched me with hungry hazel eyes as I came on myself, him and some on the floor. He let me lean my body weight on the wall, trying to catch my breath as he eased his digits out of me and sank to the floor to clean my cock and stomach, devouring the taste of me that had me whine in sensitivity and groan at the visual which never ceased to make me want him again, and again, every time.
Once I was clean by Dare's standards he stood up rested his forehead against mine, his breathing not much more calm than my own as we wrapped ourselves in one another and stayed there, holding and caressing, sharing the softest kisses which was quite a switch from what we had just done.
"I love...y-you D."
"Love you tesoro" We had said it in unison, causing us both to giggle a little but seal the sentiment with another kiss, this one deeper but no less sensual or sweet. It was in that moment, holding the man that I loved, sweaty, sticky but completely content in his arms that I knew that I had a life time to be with this man, and that nothing would stop me from living each of those moments to the fullest, busy schedules or not we would have it all; together.
"Together." I breathed against his lips, placing chaste pecks along his jaw as I reached my hand down to grasp his now fully hard member.
"Uuugh, together, always together. God Chris..."
Darren lifted me then in a feat of strength that still surprised me and slowly lowered me down the wall so that he impaled me slowly in one go. That feeling of togetherness fuelled a long night of Dare pushing into me against the wall, on the bed, and near the window with the soft breeze on our naked skin. It had been the best night of our lives in a long time, and it comforted me...
Even now.
"Chris?"
I was snapped out of my happy bubble when Mark addressed me again. "Hmm?" My cheeks may have been a little flushed from the memory I was reliving but Mark seemed to not care but smile knowingly.
"I take it you aren't nervous then huh?" Mark flicked me playfully then as each of the ladies started to emerge from their dressing rooms. The all looked absolutely gorgeous, each dress fitting the definite varying body types I had supporting me, and each looked like they stepped off a runway themselves. It was all starting to come together in my head, the purple dresses and the waistcoats Mark and I had, the final decisions we had made on the floral arrangements and such...I could actually picture it. So with a deft smile that must have been the largest one I had sported in a long time as I thought about all of this and Darren, I looked at my best man.
"Not in the slightest."
Mark grabbed my hands and jumped a little on the spot and laughed as we allowed ourselves a moment to be giddy. Mark really wasn't very convincing with the whole 'honorary woman thing' anyway.
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(DPOV)
"This is stupid guys, I mean a Jack and Jack called Jack squared, why do I have the feeling that this was Mark's idea."
Chord was all too happy to respond. "That's because it was, well and mine actually but we're cool like that so shut up and enjoy your party D, or I'll let Cory and Kev eat all your cake."
"There's cake?"
Okay so I was acting a little more immature than normal but when you get dragged out of you bridal suite, pulled away from your fiancee at 4 pm on a day where you were clearly going to spend that time mapping your man's body, only to be taken away from him basically kicking and screaming...yeah that was a time for immaturity.
Chris hadn't been any the wiser to this random intervention, as he had been literally picked up and very reluctantly slung over Mark's shoulders and dragged out of the room.
Chris and I had both agreed that we would say to hell with it and see each other the day and subsequent night before the wedding, but apparently we had been misinformed.
Chris and I had also decided that there was no need for a bachelor party for each of us as it were since his friends were my friends basically and we spent a lot of time with them normally so it would be redundant. Once again, our friends decided that some surprises were still to be honoured, thus being dragged by my blond friend to the 'boys' room, which was also where Di was staying saying she wasn't missing out on any of the wedding party shenanigans just because she didn't have a dick. I loved that woman.
Once we were all inside, Chuck took the floor.
"Okay Dare, so I know this wasn't what you had in mind but hear us out. We wanted to have this little soirée as it were for both you and Chris. We wanted to surprise you. Now we originally thought about having two different parties and we would switch back and forth so that the groom didn't see the groom before the wedding but we figured you would both tear us new ones so we opted for not . We put together a little party, just the immediates to show you how much we love you guys. Yes, tonight you will spend the night away from Chris once the party is over because I know you both will appreciate the reveal tomorrow so much more if you do, you two are just so randy getting you two to not fuck every minute is harder than expected. God that's an image your brother should never conjure..."
"Anyways, like Chuck was saying sweetie before he grossed himself out, is that we are doing this for you and Chris cuz we love ya, truly and honestly, so go get changed, your clothes have been moved here for the time being, so dress nice and then we'll get you to your party."
She was pointing to the wardrobe on the other side f the room which was undoubtedly where the suitcase I brought was. Dianna was dressed in a pretty pastel summer dress and it was at that moment that I really noticed all the guys' attire. Sharp dress shirts, formal but not too formal, and I could tell this was important to them.
Sighing I smiled because secretly I loved the idea and I knew I had no choice. "Alright, gimme 10 and I'll be right out."
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(CPOV)
"Unhand me heathen!"
"Heathen? Really dude?"
"Sorry, I figured put me the fuck down asshat would have come on too strongly. A.k.a put my down Salling or I will end you."
Mark only laughed and out me down once I was inside the room that was down the hall from mine which I knew to be the suite where my wedding party was going to be staying, ya know including Mark. He said he would behave around all the ladies or I warned him he would be sleeping outside in a tree somewhere.
"There you go. Don't give me your sass Chris, or no present."
"Present? There better be a present since you dragged me away...oh, hi guys." Lea, Amber, Naya, Heather, Jenna, Ash and Damian were sitting in the room on whatever available space they could in the room and were looking at me expectantly.
"Umm, am I in trouble? You all look awesome by the way."
Mark took that as he cue and handed me some clothes.
"Yes we all look freaking great, now take those, put them on, you're staying in this room tonight...no, no, no hush babe, this is our way of making it even more special. Change into those clothes, make yourself look sharp and shit.."
"I always look sharp Mark."
"Whatever babe, you're hot, make yourself hotter, we're taking you to your Jack and Jack where you will be thankful and happy that your friends love you enough to do this, got it?" As serious as he was trying to be it came off as I'm sure he intended, ladled with love.
"Yes, dear." I rolled my eyes but before I turned to the bathroom I looked at my friends, "Thanks guys, really this is perfect." Forced into it or not, I was looking forward to this party, and maybe slightly looking forward to the suspense of not seeing D after tonight until the ceremony tomorrow.
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(DPOV)
I was gifted with some the best friends I could have ever imagined. Chris and I had been honoured with the most us like party we could have dreamed up. It was cheesy and perfect all at the same time. It was happily named the Potterwars Extravaganza, which literally meant it was Harry Potter and Star Wars themed. I could definitely see that this was a Mark and Chord idea, right down to the junk food snacks, the Star Wars paper plates, the Lego figurines and the complimentary wands that everyone got as gifts.
It was the last kind of party I was expecting since we were told to initially dress up and I guess that added to the silliness of the evening. Various grown men and woman, eating junk food, including a Hogwarts inspired cake playing with Lego Star Wars figurines and having mock duels with our new wands in semi formal wear. It was ridiculous, and so goddamn fun that Chris and I seemed to both completely forget that we were getting married the next day and just concentrated on being with our friends.
I was standing by myself, which seemed to be an oddity considering the night, and I was watching as Chris thwarted Mark by stealing his wand and running away giggling like he was five. It was nice to see him so carefree, and to watch his bond with Mark remain strong. It was then that I felt an all too familiar hand on my back and presence to my left.
"You know, that could still be misconstrued as eavesdropping Dare."
"Hey. And I wasn't eavesdropping my dear, just watching my soon to be husband acting like a toddler with the giant kid known as Mark."
It was a very familiar situation standing there with Amber's comforting hand on my shoulder moving in concentric circles, and it brought me back to the first party we had on what was then Chris' terrace when he introduced me to these amazing people and Amber had comforted me while watching Chris and Mark interact for the first time.
"You know I meant it then and I meant it now, Chris really likes you, actually I think I can definitely say now that he loves you." We both laughed a little at the obviousness of that statement before she spoke again. "If I never said it in so many words Dare, you guys have my blessing." She kissed my cheek.
"Wow Amb I..."
"It's okay sweetie, better to say it late than never. But I think there's a certain foxy brunette that wants your attention. That or he's looking at me like that which is all kinds of disturbing, I'm going with option one." She gestured to where Chris was now standing twirling his an Mark's wands, him and his twirling, and he was looking at me with a look that basically says ' I'm so picturing you naked right now'. I stared at the openly flirtatious gleam in his eye and gulped at the feel of his eyes on me as I mouth 'I love you' which made his gaze soften but only for a second. Apparently I was the distraction Mark had been waiting for and used it to snag his and Chris wands right out of Chris' hands.
"Salling!" Chris winked at me quickly mouthing he loved me too before taking off again after a somewhat girly squeal from Mark. Yes, these were my best friends and god did I love them all for being the insane bunch of random weirdos that they were; thankful for our own little herd.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough, so that I could marry the weirdo of my dreams.
LMK what you thought! The next chapter is the wedding obviously, the reception, the speeches, the guests... oh and a tidbit of their honeymoon. It's all being written and done in the next few days so get your comments in :) Come on please...it's been so long, I love you and I'm not above begging. Besides I may take ideas into consideration for the wedding if there are enough thoughts on it :) Love you more than redvines, butterbeer and klaine combined...that's a lot ya know.
Oh yeah!...
xoxox Sam