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Kurt stood still as Rachel adjusted his tie. He was getting married in a little under an hour, and he was doing his best not to be miserable.

"Kurt you most certainly do not look like you are about to get married," Rachel fussed.

"I know this suit is boring. Chandler picked it out," Kurt sighed pulling at the sleeves. He had been fidgeting all morning.

"I'm not talking about the suit, Kurt," she said, laying a hand on his cheek gently, "I'm talking about the frown." Kurt closed his eyes.

I have to let go of the past. I must.

"I'm fine, just nervous," he tried to smile, but it came as more of a grimace.

"You're lying," Rachel said, "you're lying to me, and you're lying to yourself. You are still in love with Blaine." Rachel looked deep into Kurt's eyes.

"You are still in love with Blaine," she repeated firmly. A tear slid down Kurt's face. He suddenly had a jolt of energy. He had to do this before he changed his mind.

"Rachel, stall if I don't get back on time," Kurt started toward the door.

"Wait! What are you going to do?"

"What I should have done a long time ago," Kurt ran out of the room, hearing Rachel squeal with delight behind him. He slipped out the back of the small church, thankful no one noticed. He ran to the street, and hailed a taxi.

"Hot records at the corner of fourth and fifth," Kurt said to the driver.

"You hear about the Broadway star? He is supposed to be getting married in that church today," the driver stated, trying to make conversation.

"You don't say," said Kurt nervously. It didn't take long to get there. Kurt was glad for this, afraid the driver would recognize him, and start asking questions. He paid and tipped the driver generously, as he stepped out of the yellow car. He looked up at the tall building, suddenly intimidated.

What if Blaine doesn't feel the same way? What if he's angry? What if he laughs at me? What if he doesn't even remember me?

Kurt took a deep breathe, shaking these thoughts from his mind.

I can't turn back now.

He walked up the brick stairs, and into the large building. When he got inside, he wasn't exactly sure where to go.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where Blaine Anderson's studio is?" Kurt asked a woman at a large, well organized desk. She looked up at him with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Mr. Anderson does not see fans at his studio," she said in a clipped tone.

"I'm not a fan. I mean… I am! But he… he knows me," Kurt stated, extremely flustered.

"Very well," the woman sighed obviously just wanting him to leave.

"Third floor, room 3C," she drawled.

"Thank you," Kurt jumped in an elevator and hit the third button. He rung his hands together nervously. He was both relived and terrified when the door opened. He walked slowly toward a door marked 3C, trying to calm down. He slowly opened the door, and heard the closing notes of a beautiful song.

And that's the way I loved youuu-uuu-uuu…

He watched as the woman behind the equipment turned off the recording and flashed Blaine a thumbs up.

"Um… miss?" Kurt asked. She turned around, looking a bit startled.

"Oh, hello. How can I help you?" she asked sweetly.

"Is… Is he busy?" Kurt hesitated.

"No, sweetie. He's not. Go on in," she smiled. Kurt smiled back, breathing deeply before he opened the door.

What he saw made his heart stop. Blaine was pulling his guitar up over his head, looking like a god. He watched as Blaine leaned the guitar up against the wall.

"Blaine?"

Blaine froze. He knew that voice. It was the voice of an angel. He turned around to see the love of his life, adorable as ever, and dressed to marry another man.

"Kurt?"

That was all it took. Kurt ran to Blaine, throwing his arms around him. Blaine hugged him back just as passionately. Though neither boy wanted to, they pulled apart.

"Kurt, what are you doing here? You're getting married in like twenty minutes," Blaine said, his hands holding onto Kurt's shoulders.

"I had to come here. I need to ask you to do something," Kurt whispered.

"Yes?" Blaine bit his lip.

"Tell me not to marry Chandler."


A/N - Ooohhhh... What's gonna happen next? This is really fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Review Please!

I am finally on Fall Break! Plus, my birthday is this Wednesday! YAY!