A/N-Sorry it took so long for the next chapter. Life, you know? So a few more chapters, and then THE BIG DAY! I've created a special electronic wedding invite for my fabulous readers. If you would like one sent to you, let me know in a PM, and I'll be sure to get it out to you. And don't forget-I love your reviews :)

They both sat, Kurt holding Blaine's hand, looking up at his father.

"Dad." Blaine's voice was shaking. "Who was it…that died?"

"No one you know, Blaine." He looked at the two boys sitting on the couch gripping each other's hand, their faces pale. "What's going on?"

Blaine could barely speak the words, as if saying them out loud would make it true. "Was it Mr. Collins?"

"Mr. Collins? No, no…it was some fellow that was a notary in town. What made you think of Mr. Collins? You haven't seen him in a very long time."

Blaine thought about how much his father didn't know about his life. That he and Kurt would stay at the lake house. How close they are to Mr. Collins. And that Mr. Collins was the one who bought the house. For them. He supposed that at some point he would need to talk to his father about this, but not now. Not today.

"He's really the only person I remember from our visits there, Dad. He was always so nice to me. That's all."

"Well, I should be going. You two have a good night, and let me know if you need anything else, ok?"

"We will, Dad. And thank you." Blaine walked his father to the door, and when he closed it behind him, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

"I'm a terrible person, Kurt."

"Well, we both know that isn't true." Kurt patted the seat cushion next to him.

"I'm thankful that it was someone else that died. I'm happy that it wasn't our loss. How could I think that? It means some other family lost their loved one. How can I be happy about that?" He sat back down next to Kurt and put his head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I would have done if…"

"Don't think about it, ok. We need to be thinking about happy things. Like our wedding." Blaine got up to grab a pen and a piece of paper so that they could put together a list of last minute things to do.

"Do we need to do a seating chart?" Kurt was looking through the RSVP's for the reception, and smiled as he read each of the names.

"Well, I think the only thing we need to worry about is putting anyone next to Finn. Their food is not safe."

"Maybe we should just do open seating. Let everyone just go where they want."

"Or we could play some music, and when it stops, they have to sit wherever they are at that moment."

"Even better, let's just have them wrestle for position." They both started to laugh, and Blaine put his pen down and looked at Kurt.

"Are you getting nervous?"

Kurt didn't want to hurt Blaine with his answer, but he also wanted to tell him the truth. "I am."

"Me too."

"Are you having second thoughts, Blaine?"

He answered immediately. "Of course not, Kurt. I can't wait to marry you. I'm just worried about making you happy." Blaine put his arm around Kurt, and kissed the side of his face. "I want you to have everything that big heart of yours desires."

"I desire you." Kurt put his head against Blaine, and the two just sat for a few minutes, each loving the feeling of the other pressed against him. Kurt closed his eyes and thought about their wedding day, and how he couldn't wait to have Blaine's ring on his finger.

"We're not making much progress on the seating chart, beautiful." Blaine held him tighter, breathing in his scent. There was a knock on their door, and they hesitated at first about answering it.

"Have you noticed we get a lot of foot traffic in this apartment?"

"Maybe if we stay really quiet, they'll go away." Kurt didn't want to lose this moment.

"Well, it must be important if they've come here in person. Let's just see who it is." Blaine got up, while Kurt tried to pull him back down, and they both laughed when Blaine fell back onto the couch. "Kurt, come on…the sooner we answer it, the sooner whoever it is will leave."

When he looked through the peephole, he didn't see anyone. As he pulled the door open, he felt something pushing against it, and looked down. It was Karen.

"Blaine, I have a problem." She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the door. Bocelli started to bounce up and down and make noise, and she put her finger to her mouth, telling him to be quiet.

"Karen, where's your Mom? You shouldn't be wandering around by yourself."

"She's coming. She's a little slow, you know." She finally let go of Blaine when she saw Kurt on the couch. He put his arms out, and she ran towards him, jumping onto his lap.

"How are you, little one?" Without even thinking about it, Kurt began to adjust the clips in her hair. Before he could close the door completely, there was another knock, and Blaine opened it to see Ellen standing there, holding Karen's Hello Kitty purse.

Kurt started to laugh. "That's quite a look. I hear that Hello Kitty is all the rage on the runways this year."

"I'm sorry, guys. But she said that she had to come and see you about a little…situation…that we're having."

"Come on in. So what's the problem?" Blaine closed the door behind them and walked towards the living room.

"Well, it's kind of awkward." She handed Karen her purse, and sat next to Kurt. "You see, Karen's day care center is having a Father-Daughter dance on Friday, and…well…there's one component missing for us."

"Mary Ann makes fun of me because I don't have a dad like the other kids."

Kurt's dander was up. "And who is this Mary Ann person?"

"She's in my class, and she's mean. And one time she stole my apple juice."

"Heathen". Kurt started to get worked up, but Blaine shook his head at him.

"Kurt, this is a child that we're talking about."

"A child with apparently no sense of boundaries or manners."

Karen pointed her little finger at Blaine, which made him have to stifle a smile. "That's right. No boundaries." She then looked at Kurt and whispered in his ear "what's a boundary?"

"It's something that people that were raised right just do. It's knowing what is right and what is wrong to say."

"Maybe she never learned how to play with others." Blaine was trying to be optimistic.

"You don't know, Blaine. She also pulled my hair once."

"That is pretty mean. And I'm sorry that happened to you."

"Kurt, will you and Blaine go with me? Will you be my dads for the day?"

They looked down at her face, and couldn't resist. "Of course we will. But do you think it will be ok to bring two people?"

"Oh, it's ok. And I'll show that Mary Ann that I have two dads and she only has one."

Ellen looked at them nervously. "I'm really sorry. But she was determined to talk to you both about this. She's pretty stubborn."

Blaine laughed out loud. "She really could be your daughter, Kurt."

Ellen sat back on the couch and looked at her child, who had now moved to Blaine, holding his hand and swinging his arm back and forth. "You know, it's so hard sometimes, not having, you know…a father there for her. You both have been so great, and I really hate to always impose on you."

"Don't be silly. We love having you both in our life. Honestly." Blaine rubbed the back of Karen's hair, and then bent down to pick her up. "And you are never imposing. Ok?"

"It's just that you must be so busy, with the wedding and all. But thank you for saying that. It means a lot."

Kurt stood up and walked over to Blaine. "So what is the dress code for this event?"

"Well, they are trying to make it as formal as you can with little kids. So I think…suits?"

"We can do that. And what about the princess here?"

"That's another story. We really don't have anything dressy for her. Would you mind…would it be alright…if she wore the dress you got her for the wedding?"

"I think that's fine as long as someone", Blaine looked at Karen with a serious face, "promises to not spill anything on it."

"I promise, Blaine. Hug, please." She wrapped her arms around Blaine's neck and hugged him, then reached over for Kurt, who took her from him. "You are the best guys ever."

"Well, that's quite a compliment. Did you hear that, Ellen? Best…Guys…Ever."

They all laughed, and Ellen got up slowly to leave. "Come on, Karen. Let's leave these two alone before they get tired of us." She walked to the door, and turned to say goodbye. "She's right, you know. You are the best."

They went to the house the next day to see if there were any more responses for the reception, and were happy to see that there were, with everyone saying that they were coming. Blaine loved the look on Kurt's face as he eyed each one. He would run his finger over the card, as if he could feel the love and support from each person that would be there for them.

Kurt looked up to see Blaine watching him, and the small smile that Kurt gave him—the softness of his face and in his eyes-warmed Blaine from the inside out. It was funny, he thought to himself. He carried in his head, and his heart, snapshots of Kurt's face that when he closed his eyes he could recall at will. That special smile, the tilt of his head…it was saved forever in Blaine's memory. This was one of those looks that he would remember always.

Finn came running down the stairs and grabbed his car keys.

Carole held his arm to slow him down. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"Puck and I are going to the movies." Finn looked at Blaine, who gestured with his head towards Kurt. "Hey, do you want to go with us?"

"Well, we have some stuff to work on. I don't think so."

Blaine nudged him a little. "You should go, Kurt. I have something I want to talk to Burt and Carole about anyway."

"Oh? Should I not be part of this discussion?"

"No, you should not. And don't pout. It's a surprise."

"Come on, buddy. We need to get moving. I have to pick Puck up."

Kurt thought for a second, and then agreed. "Ok, I'll go. Thanks for asking me." He gave Blaine a kiss goodbye, then walked off trailing behind Finn.

Burt turned to Blaine, trying to figure out what had just happened. "Care to explain?"

"I just wanted Kurt to spend some time with Finn. He's been a little out of sorts about being "one of the guys", so I thought it would be nice if he went out with Finn and Puck. Was that wrong?"

Carole walked over and hugged Blaine. "I think it was a nice thing to do. And they'll take good care of him. Now…what's this surprise you wanted to talk to us about?"

"Ok, here's what I was thinking. My father stopped by yesterday and brought the paperwork, and the check for the reception…and another check, for whatever we wanted to use it for. I'd like to use it for a honeymoon trip."

"Well, that sounds reasonable. What's the plan?" Burt looked at Blaine and smiled. He really is a good kid.

"Well, I was thinking that I would surprise him with a trip to New York."

Carole looked at him and nodded. "I think that would be the best honeymoon ever."

Burt laughed. "It would kind of be like him heading for the mother ship."

"I know. What I thought I would do is get tickets so that I can take him to see "Wicked", and then, you know they have these same day ticket booths where you can see a show for not that much money, so we can go out each day and find something and just go. And I can take him for a horse carriage ride through Central Park. Does it sound too touristy?"

"Honey, I think that it's very romantic. You know him better than anyone. What do you think his reaction will be?"

"After the screaming and jumping up and down? I think he'll like it."

"Love it. He'll love it."

"Ok. I'm off. Oh, is there a florist close by?"

"Are you getting him flowers, too? You really are the romantic, Blaine."

"No, Carole. I have a date on Friday with a young lady, and I want to get her a corsage."

Burt looked at him. "Excuse me?"

"It's ok. Kurt will be there too."

"Ok, I have to ask…"

"It's Karen. She needed a date for her Father-Daughter dance. So we're helping out."

"Blaine, that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Isn't it, Burt?"

"Yeah. I was scared there for a minute."

"Trust me. For this guy standing here, it's all Kurt. Forever. See you soon." And off he went.

They had decided to take Kurt's car, and as they drove to get Puck, Kurt asked what movie they were going to see.

"Not sure. Any suggestions?"

"Well, there's a Julia Roberts movie that's supposed to be pretty good."

Finn looked over at Kurt, who kept his eyes on the road. "I was hoping to see some sort of action flick."

"Well…I hear she gets some action in the movie. Does that count?"

"Ummm…no. We'll just have to see what's playing when we get there. I like being spontaneous."

"That's a mouthful." Kurt was happy to be spending some time with his brother. They hadn't been alone together for a while.

They pulled up to Puck's house, and he came running out, jumping into the back seat. "Hey, Kurt. Do we have custody of you for the day?"

"Funny, Noah. Finn invited me. Is that ok?"

"Of course it is.

"Maybe we can grab something to eat after the movie. I'm starving."

"Finn, you're always starving."

"Hey, I'm a growing boy." Kurt looked over and rolled his eyes.

"Heaven help us."

They paid for their tickets, and took seats towards the back of the theater, where Kurt wanted to sit.

"If I knew we would be sitting in the next time zone I would have brought my binoculars. What the heck, Kurt?"

"Noah, don't you want to get the full effect…see the whole screen?" He sat down between Finn and Puck, and looked back and forth between them. "Do you want to sit together?"

"Why? We're not out on a date or anything." Finn nudged Kurt with his shoulder, and decided to ask him something that had been on his mind all day.

"So…when you two get married, what name are you going to use?"

Kurt hadn't really thought about it. "I guess…I don't know…Hummel-Anderson?"

Puck repeated it a few times, to see how it sounded. "It seems like a lot to say. What about just Anderson?"

"I like the name Hummel. It's…part of who I am."

"And what about Blaine? Is he going to be Anderson-Hummel?"

Kurt suddenly felt a little sad. "I can't believe we've never really talked about this. Something so important."

Finn patted his leg. "It's ok. We still have a few weeks to figure it out."

Kurt looked at Puck. "What would you do?"

"Me? I'd just go by one name. Just Puck. Like Cher. Only without the boobs."

"Why do I even ask?" The movie was starting, so they got comfortable, sharing a large tub of popcorn that Kurt was holding. They had decided on a western themed movie…action for Finn and Puck, and cowboys for Kurt. About half way through the movie, Kurt felt something brush against his hand.

"Finn Hudson, remove your fingers from my Twizzler."

"Dude, really? That's your brother." Puck tried to look anywhere but at the two seated next to him.

"Kurt, why are you so cranky? You're like an old man."

Kurt lay his head back on the seat, trying to keep his voice down. "I miss Blaine."

"You've been away from him less than two hours. Is our company that bad?"

"No. It's just…when he and I are at the movies…it's different. That's all."

"I bet you let Blaine grab your Twizzler." Puck laughed out loud, and Kurt shot him a look in the dark. "And listen, you're here with us because of him, so don't be missing him too much."

"What does that mean?" Kurt looked at Finn for the answer.

Finn felt his stomach knot up as he looked past Kurt at Puck and shook his head. "It's nothing, Kurt. We just wanted to take you to a movie with us. You know, some male bonding."

The expression on Kurt's face was killing Finn. "Do you want to tell me the truth now?"

He had to tell him. Kurt always knew when he was lying. "Look, it's no big deal. Blaine just thought we should take you out, you know, like one of the guys."

"Like one of the guys, Finn? I am a guy."

"Look, lover boy just wanted you to hang out with us so that you would have some exposure to how the other half lives."

Finn reached his arm behind Kurt and smacked Puck. "Stop talking. You're making this worse."

"So did Blaine say that I wasn't enough of a guy for him?" Kurt began to squirm in his seat, and before either of them could answer, he stood up, putting the popcorn bucket on the floor.

"Kurt, where are you going?" Finn reached for his arm but grabbed his hand instead.

"Careful, Finn. People might think you aren't a real man if they see you holding your gay brother's hand in public." Kurt pulled away, slid past Puck and walked up towards the doors.

"Way to go, genius." Finn grabbed his drink and made his way to the aisle.

"I didn't mean anything by it. You know Kurt's my boy." Puck sighed out loud and got up to follow Finn. They made it to the lobby, but there was no sign of Kurt. They pushed the exit door open and walked out into the parking lot. Kurt's car was gone. It served them right to have to find a way home, Finn thought to himself. They were supposed to make Kurt feel better and did nothing but upset him. And now he'll be mad at Blaine. Great.

"Why is he so touchy?"

"Puck, it's hard for him, you know. He tries to be everything…to everyone. We keep forgetting that he and Blaine are gay in a basically straight world. It can't be easy."

"Well, he needs to stop trying to be something he's not. He should just be himself, because he's pretty awesome. They both are."

"I know. Come on, let's figure out how to get home. And that comment about Blaine and the Twizzler. Gross. I'm just saying…"

Kurt drove home with tears in his eyes. One of the guys. One of the guys. Wasn't he? He knows he's different in so many ways, but wasn't he, in the end, just a boy? A man? A…what? He felt like a freak right now, embarrassed that Blaine would feel the need to have him spend time with Finn and Puck to feel more masculine. He was right all along. He embarrassed Blaine with the way he is…the way he talks, the way he walks. He thought if Kurt hung out with the jocks that it would rub off on him. Right? Kurt looked in the rear view mirror and hated what—who—he saw. Finn told him once, when he was whining about changing himself so that Blaine would want him…he said to him, why would you want someone that didn't want you for who you already are? But wasn't that what was happening right now? Blaine wanting to change him? He felt tears run down his face as he thought about how he felt Blaine was—is—perfect. In every way. And yet…Kurt wasn't perfect to him.

He pulled into their parking lot and sat for a minute, trying to clear this mind. When he had gathered himself, he got out, and walked slowly to their door, hesitating for just a moment before putting his key in and turning it. When he walked in, he saw Blaine sitting on the couch with a stack of papers in front of him.

"Hey, beautiful. I've been waiting for you."

"Stop it". Kurt could feel himself shaking as he looked at Blaine. At male perfection.

"Kurt, what's wrong? Are you ok? Did something happen?"

"You could say that." He tossed his keys on the counter, and the hard thud made Bocelli jump.

Blaine got up from the couch and walked over to him, reaching out to take his hand. Kurt pulled it away.

"So where do I fall, Blaine? Somewhere in the middle?"

He was confused. "Kurt, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Jeremiah. Rachel. Do I fall somewhere in between?"

"Kurt…"

"Not really a boy. Not really a girl. But just enough of both. How could you do this? How could you ask Finn to take me out so that I will be more like one of the guys?"

"Sweetie, that's not what happened. You were upset about your…role…in the relationship. Yes, I wanted them to take you out to do things, so that you wouldn't feel like you were constantly being thought of like…how did you say it…the little woman?"

"I thought I was enough for you. As I am." Kurt put his head down and began to cry, embarrassed by what had happened with Finn and Puck, and heartbroken because he felt that the love of his life didn't think he measured up.

"Kurt, I love you. Everything about you. There is nothing I would change. Now come on, sit with me. We have wedding plans to finalize."

Kurt closed his eyes, and opened them slowly to look at Blaine.

"Yeah…about that…"