Author's Notes: Yes, I know it's been three weeks since I updated. I'm sorry. Between a death in the family, summer craziness, and getting ready for a new school year, I'm drained.

Because of where the story left off, here's a recap of previous events.

Elijah was fired because of inappropriate use of technology on company time. Not to mention that Kurt recognized his handwriting in the post-it left in his room the night of his accident. Elijah's full name is Elijah (Eli C.) Clarington. If that name sounds familiar, I borrowed the name from Kellyb321's fic, Crowded House. Some of you had questions about Eli's last name, and more of that will be explained as we go.

Kurt told his dad he was coming home while he healed from his injuries (a concussion and a broken ankle) because he had some things to do for the wedding. But now, instead of waiting for February, the wedding is in two weeks.

Domestic Partners

Chapter 16

"Hey, man. Whatcha you doin' here? I figured you'd be at the hospital with Kurt," Elliott smiled as he took a seat next to Blaine on the couch in the studio.

"Oh, they released him. He's in Ohio with Burt and Carol. His stepmother's a nurse and all, and apparently, I was driving him crazy, fussing over him so much. The doctors told him to take it easy, but you know Kurt," Blaine chuckled.

"Yes, I know Kurt," Elliott laughed. "I bet having a boot is driving him nuts. Good thing he'll be healed up by the time the wedding comes around. Kurt would die if he had to wear that hideous thing instead of the Oxfords he picked out. Actually, how would that even work because those babies had quite a heel?"

"I don't know. I guess he'll have to wear flats. Knowing him, he'll attempt to hobble down the aisle without it, spouting somethin' about how nothing would go with that dreadful thing."

"But he'll be out of it by February, right? I mean, it was just a hairline fracture right?" Elliott questioned.

Blaine nodded and then glanced around hesitantly. "Yeah, he will. But we aren't getting married in February anymore."

"Holy shit! You got him to agree to move the wedding back! How the Hell did you do that?"

Blaine shook his head. "Um, no. We moved it up. It's in a couple of weeks."

Elliott almost spat out his coffee. "Wait, what? Two weeks? How'd you talk him into that?"

"I didn't. It was his suggestion," Blaine explained. "I couldn't talk him out of it, even though I brought up the boot and how it would make walking down the aisle and our first dance more challenging. He wouldn't hear of it. I have to admit I was a little surprised. But then again, that's Kurt. When he makes up his mind about something, there's no talking him out of it. I quite admire that about him really," Blaine smiled.

"So is he staying with his family through Thanksgiving?" Elliott asked.

"Yeah, I'm flying down there Tuesday night after filming, and he'll come back with me Friday."

"So the wedding is still in Ohio?"

Blaine shook his head. "No. The venue we reserved for the wedding wasn't available for our new date. We decided to have it here, in New York."

"Wait, where? Finding a venue that's available in two weeks. How the Hell will you pull that off?" Elliott asked.

"That's already taken care of, courtesy of Isabelle. She apparently called in a favor and secured us the Westchester Broadway Theater."

"Oh my God! That's amazing! I can't believe Kurt didn't call me to gloat about this!" Elliott exclaimed.

"Dammit. I probably wasn't supposed to tell you about it yet. Although I'm actually surprised he didn't tell you about it yet since you're the best man and all," Blaine sighed. "But then again, he's been really busy, calling all the places in Lima and canceling everything."

"Canceling? The wedding? You're canceling the wedding?" Santana blurted causing most of the crew and cast on the set to stare at the two conversing men. "So now that he has a limp, you're quittin' that. I thought that was a given for most gay men anyhow," Santana smirked.

Blaine shushed her. "I swear, decorum would be nice Santana, and maybe a little discretion."

"Ha, those are two words I'm certain Santana doesn't know," Elliott chuckled.

"So, why are you two canceling the nuptials?" Santana questioned as she perched her hand on her hip.

"We aren't." Blaine sighed. "We're changing the date. But now's not a good time and place to discuss this, Santana."

"Good as any," Santana quipped. "So did Lady Hummel's little head injury make him rethink his decision on marrying a hobbit?"

"I said not now, Santana. You'll get a new invite soon, that is if I remember to give it to you." Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

Santana tossed her hair and stalked off to find Brittany when suddenly, a hand landed firmly on Blaine's shoulder. He jumped up and turned to now be standing face to face with Hunter

"So, Blaine, you're getting married?" Hunter asked with a smile, removing his hand from Blaine's shoulder. "That's great! Is it to that Kirk kid?"

"Kurt. You've met him briefly," Blaine replied. "We were going to wait until February, but we decided to move it up. We're getting married in a couple of weeks."

Hunter smiled. "That's great, man. How are you going to swing that though? We have a pretty vigorous filming schedule. It'd suck to have to come to the studio when you're supposed to be getting married. And what about the honeymoon?"

"We've already paid for the honeymoon and we couldn't change the dates, so we're just going to wait until February as we planned. We won't be filming. And as for the actual wedding, I'm shooting all of my scenes early so that I can have the days before the wedding off to finish preparations."

"And what about the wedding party. I'd assume that Sam and several of the other castmates were going to be in the wedding, as tight as you are with them." Hunter said, staring directly into Blaine's eyes.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, I've known Nick and Jeff and Sam since high school. And Santana and Brittany were my neighbors until recently. And Elliott's Kurt's best man. Artie's going because he went to high school with Kurt."

"So basically, everyone here is invited, then, except me," Hunter replied, sounding offended.

Blaine's gaze shifted to the ground. "Uh no. We didn't invite everyone, because the wedding was going to be in Ohio, where Kurt and I are from, and we didn't want to ask everyone to fly out there. Plus, it was going to be a simple affair."

"A simple wedding! For tv star, Blaine Anderson and fashion writer, Kurt Hummel? " Hunter questioned, scratching his chin. "From what I've heard, nothing about Kurt is simple," Hunter chuckled. Blaine smiled. "Wait, you said it was going to be. Has he changed his mind?"

"His boss was able to pull some strings and get us an amazing venue. It's quite a bit larger than where we were going to do the ceremony. And we were able to find a place in the city," Blaine replied tentatively.

"Well, great. Then, I should expect to receive an invitation soon?" Hunter asked slyly.

"Um, I guess. I mean, sure. If you want," Blaine smiled politely. "I'm sure we'll have more than enough if you want to come. I just didn't think you'd want to. I mean, we barely know each other."

Hunter covered his heart with his hand and winced playfully. "Ouch! That hurt. And here I thought that we were becoming fast friends and everything."

"We are. I just- I just didn't think you'd be interested in coming to my wedding. I mean, I didn't think that most men even liked going to them."

"Are you kidding? Weddings are a guy's best friend. Everyone knows that scoring with a hot piece of ass becomes ten times easier at a wedding. You said Elliott's the best man, right?" Hunter asked, winking at the other man, who was now standing beside Blaine.

"Nope, uh uh. I told ya you can't handle what's inside my pants so I'm not letting you in them, wedding or not." Elliott retorted.

"We'll see what you say after you've had a couple of drinks in you. I happen to know from experience that you loosen up a lot when you party," Hunter smirked, leaning in toward Elliott and straightening out the collar of his leather jacket. "Think about it, about us. Two crumpled suits lying on the hotel room floor as I have you bent over the bed, thrusting into that perky ass, while you beg for more," Hunter whispered into Elliott's ear as he squeezed his ass. He pulled away slyly and winked at Elliott again as he turned and sauntered away, leaving Blaine wide-eyed and mouth hanging wide open.

"What was all that about? Are you and Hunter boyfriends?"

Elliott avoided his friend's gaze. "Uh, not exactly. We're friends," Elliott replied quickly, biting his bottom lip, "friends who hook up occasionally."

"Wait! You and Hunter. I thought he said he was straight!"

"Hunter? Are you kidding? I mean you've seen the scenes he's filmed, right?"

"Yeah, but he told me when he started here, he said that he wasn't evenly remotely bi-curious," Blaine replied.

"Yeah, because he's one hundred percent gay," Elliott laughed. "God, you've gotta get that gaydar fixed."

Blaine shrugged. "I guess I just never really paid attention."

"No, because if you did you would've noticed the way Hunter checked you out, like all the time. He doesn't do it quite so much anymore. Why do you think Kurt coiled up like a rattlesnake anytime that he was here and saw Hunter nearby?"

Blaine blinked and scratched his head. "Wait, so Kurt is jealous of Hunter?"

Elliott shook his head in disbelief. "Maybe not so much now, but yeah, definitely when they first met. Hunter's an attractive guy and he flirted pretty heavily with you, especially in front of Kurt.

Blaine rested his head in his hand for a moment and sighed. "Well, shoot. I didn't realize that Hunter was gay. No wonder Kurt didn't want to invite Hunter to the wedding. It wasn't an issue then because the wedding was in Ohio. But now? Do I invite the guy? I mean, it would be rude if I didn't, especially after I told him that he could come."

Elliott shook his head. "Man, you're too nice. You need to talk to Kurt, reassure him that he has no reason to feel threatened by Hunter. And then, and only then should you bring up inviting him."

"You just want me to invite him so you two can hook up again."

Elliott chuckled. "Guilty. Alright man. I think they've got the lighting set. Let's get this scene done."

"Blaine, I got everything canceled down here. The flowers, the cake. The baker was quite miffed. Did you get in contact with a florist there?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. It's all taken care of. They have another wedding that day, but they have a large staff, so it should be fine," Blaine replied over Skype. "Are you staying off your ankle? You are supposed to be taking it easy."

Kurt rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Do you not see the way I'm laid up in here," Kurt huffed playfully. "Carol's like Nurse Ratchet over here, not letting me get out of bed or do anything for myself. I'm about to go INSANE!"

"Wow! It must be pretty bad if that's coming from Rachel Berry's former roommate," Blaine chuckled. "So, have you guys contacted everyone on your half of the guest list."

"Yeah, I told them that you were sending new invites with all the updated information, but I gave them the date, time and location so they could make arrangements. A few people said they couldn't make it because they had plans or they weren't sure if they could make travel plans so soon," Kurt sighed. "But, I think most people will be able to be there."

Blaine bit his lip. "Um, since some people canceled and we have a larger venue, I wanted to invite some people from the crew. People that we weren't initially going to invite."

Kurt took in a deep breath. "The whole crew?"

"Um, no. Just a few of them. Eddy, Nathan, Hunter, Anthony, Leo"

"Hunter! Hunter Clarington?" Kurt interrupted. "The vulture that won't quit staring at your ass?"

"It's fine, Kurt. He's a nice guy. And I think Elliott would appreciate it."

"Him staring at you like he's a hawk and you're his prey is not fine, especially not at our wedding." Kurt cocked his head sideways and scratched his head. "And what does Elliott have to do with this?"

"Um, they're kinda seeing each other, or at least hooking up or something. I think Elliott really likes him."

"Wait, huh? Elliott hasn't really said anything to me about it," Kurt replied, still clearly confused.

"Well, it sounds like it's new. Elliott didn't seem to know what he thought about it all either. But they'd be cute together." Blaine smiled.

"Depends on your definition of cute," Kurt quipped. "But, it's ok, I guess. Go ahead and invite him. Blaine, I kinda invited someone as well. Someone that wasn't originally on our guest list."

"Who?"

"Um, Dave. Dave Karofsky. The friend I told you about that I tried to commit suicide in high school."

"Your former bully?" Blaine asked.

"We resolved those issues years ago. He stopped by this morning. He and Finn still talk from time to time and he told him about my accident, but he apparently didn't explain it very well, because Dave got the impression that I jumped from our apartment window. He thought it was a suicide attempt, and he came to talk to me. We had coffee and caught up with each other, and I invited him. Is that ok?" Kurt asked.

"Wait, you went for coffee with him?"

Kurt tossed his hands up in the air in frustration. "Of course not. Not with Nurse Ratchet and John Mccane constantly makin' such a fuss over me."

"It's John Mcclane, Kurt. McCane was a presidential candidate, and I don't care how badass Puck thinks he is, he's no Bruce Willis," Blaine laughed. "I guess it was nice of your friend to stop by, and if you want him at the wedding, I guess that's fine. Puck and Lauren will be on him like a rabid skunk if he even looks at you cross-eyed. You know that, right?" Blaine chuckled. "So what else do we still need to do?"

"Isabelle gave me a list of a few bakers and there's one that can do it for us if you can meet with him tomorrow. Do you have time?"

"I can fit it in, I think, if I can sneak out of the studio," Blaine said with a tentative smile. Do you think we're doing the right thing, moving the wedding up?"

Kurt sat up straight, clearly worried. "Why? Are you having second thoughts? Do you not want to marry me still?"

Blaine smiled reassuringly. "No, no. Of course, I want to marry you. It's just, did we give ourselves enough time to get this all together?"

"Are you doubting my expertise?" Kurt teased. "I told you I put my dad's wedding together in two weeks."

"I know. But you didn't have as much going on then, and you weren't injured. I just want this day to be all that you dreamed it would be. I don't want you to regret this," Blaine sighed.

"There's no way I could regret it because I'm still marrying you. I love you Blaine, and as long as I'm Kurt Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson at the end of the day, that's all that really matters. Well, that and that we both look perfect. Oh, did I tell you I got a photographer lined up?"

"No. who did you get?" Blaine smiled.

"Chandler, silly. The photographer at my office. He said he'd be happy to do it. He said he wouldn't even charge us as long as we fed him. Isn't that great?"

Blaine smiled. "Yeah. That's great. And the music? Did you get a hold of the rest of the New Directions?"

"Yeah, most of them. Actually, now that it's in New York, a few of them said it would be better for them because they won't have to travel to Ohio. See, it's all going to work out perfectly. And since they fired Elijah, I don't have to worry about all of that Blainiac stuff any longer," Kurt grinned.

"You still have Puck and Lauren with you there, though, right?" Blaine questioned, looking worried.

"Yes, Blaine, between Lauren, Carol, and Puck, I haven't been alone for even a second except just now because I told them if I didn't get a moment to myself, I was going to lose it and shave off Puck's hair. Lauren just begged me to do it and Carol thought I was kidding," Kurt pouted.

Blaine chuckled. "It's because you have such an adorable face. Well, that and you turned into a fugitive last week, sneaking out of a window like a ninja."

"See, I told you I was secret badass," Kurt joked.

"Kurt, honey," Carol called, poking her head in through the doorway. "I have your Juicy Juice and your Jello."

"A badass indeed!" Blaine laughed."

"Shut up!"

"What do you mean you were fired?" Hunter asked over the phone.

"Kurt recognized my handwriting on the post-it," Eli sighed. "But I think it was a big misunderstanding. I tried to tell them about that photographer guy, Chauncey, or whatever, but they didn't want to hear it," he huffed. "Oh well, I didn't really like being there. I was a glorified fetch boy, anyway. But I'm not invited to the wedding anymore, I'm certain. I heard they are canceling it."

"Actually, it's quite the opposite. They moved it up," Hunter said. "It's in two weeks, and it's going to right here in the city. And I'm pretty sure I just got myself invited," Hunter replied smugly.

"Two weeks! Eli shrieked. "That's not a lot of time. This just got so much more complicated."

"No," Hunter said calmly to his cousin. "Don't you see? This all became so much easier now. They fired you. That means it worked. They think that you are the threat. And now, they've let their guard down. Hell, Blaine was talking about the wedding out in the open, pretty much telling me every single detail. They think it's over," Hunter smiled. "But really, it's only just begun."

Author's Notes: Updates may be slow for a while since I'm officially back at work. If you haven't subscribed, you may want to do that. But hey, who knows, the writing bug could bite, and I could publish another chapter in just a few days. Hahaha! Wishful thinking. I love hearing from you guys. Until next time.