It only took about half an hour for all of the New Direction alumni to stop freaking out and treat Blaine like Kurt's fiancé and not the guy whose songs they had been covering ever since they got out of high school.

Luckily, many of them had already met Blaine. Tina, Brittney, Sam, Mercedes, Rachel, Finn, Kitty, Unique, and Mike had all hung out with him at least one time. Though to say they didn't still secretly fangirl would be an outright lie.

Kitty held her head high as she walked past everyone whispering about him. It gave her great pride to know that she was in charge of a part of his life.

"Peasants," she scoffed as she passed Tina and Mike going on about the release of the music video Mike was in.

While many of the New Directions knew him, many did not. There were the ones who didn't live in New York and the ones that just lost touch.

Artie rolled into the café where they were all meeting with his hands thrown in the air, "Whaddup bitches?" They all shouted and crowded around him hugging him and pushing him further into the café.

"You're Artie? It's nice to meet you, I'm Blaine." Blaine stuck a hand down and Artie shook it, looking up at him with as much mustered confidence as he had come in with. It was waning in the presence of a famous person and he didn't know why.

"It's nice to meet you too, Blaine." He smiled and rolled away toward Kitty.

Kurt had an arm looped through Blaine's as they looked toward the door waiting on the remaining few to join.

Next in were a few of Blaine's friends from the Warblers, Jeff and Blaine ran up and exchanged handshakes and hugs.

Blaine dragged them over to Kurt. "Love, this is David, Trent, and Nick." Blaine pointed to them as their respective names were said then gestured to Kurt, "Guys, this is my fiancé Kurt."

"Only one more day saying that." Jeff smiled from beside them.

The doors burst open and a man with a mohawk pushed through. "I heard there was a party going on!"

A beautiful blonde followed after him pulling his arms down and whispering at him until he behaved.

"Puck, your mohawk is back!" Finn shouted running toward him.

"Quinn, you look great did you do your hair differently?" Rachel went up to greet her. They hugged quickly, then Rachel pulled both of them over to Blaine and Kurt.

"Puck and Quinn this is Blaine Anderson."

"It's great to meet you guys." Blaine smiled and squeezed Kurt's hand which was woven through his.

"Holy shit. This is actually a thing. I thought Hummel just got so obsessed he convinced himself he was going to marry you. We just came to humor him, but here you are."

"Noah, shut up." Quinn turned to the men with a smile. "It's great to meet you, Blaine. Noah just doesn't know how to handle meeting famous people."

"And how do you go about it, Quinn?"

"A soft smile, a gentle handshake, and a plot to leverage them to get what I want."

"Gorgeous and sinister I like it."

Puck glared at Blaine and Kurt rolled his eyes. "If you two are done?" Quinn stuck her tongue out at Kurt, "We have some bachelor parties to get started."

"Alright everybody simmer down!" Mercedes pushed herself to the center of the room and rose her voice. Jeff stood beside her and tried not to look frightened.

"Jeff and I as best man and maid of honor have come up with a plan to make this the best night of these two young men's lives. They won't give a damn about their wedding night after tonight."

Kurt and Blaine shook their heads and winked at each other. They knew no matter what tonight had in store for them their wedding night was going to be something else.

"The game is simple. It's like a scavenger hunt only there isn't anything specific we are trying to find. The gentlemen will choose teams. The goal is to find the most fun and bizarre things. We are going to keep track of the score by taking crazy pictures and videos all night."

Jeff stepped forward and spoke. "Alright first things first. Raise your hand if you are over the age of 21."

Puck was the only one with his hand up. He had been held back in elementary school and that put him a whole year above everyone else.

"Alright raise your hand if you have an ID that says you are over the age of 21." Jeff laughed as every hand around him shot up. "Yeah we hoped so."

"Okay so that means. Lots of drinking. Lots of fun. Don't die. Alright let's pick teams." Mercedes clapped.

Kurt and Blaine stood on opposite sides of the café and their friends stood opposite them in a large swarm. Aside from Jeff and Mercedes, who stood beside their grooms already part of the team.

"Who chooses first?"

"Whoever is loudest in the bedroom." Jeff laughed.

Everyone collectively turned to Kurt.

"Only half of you would know that for sure." He mumbled, but was glad he got to pick. "I'm going to go with Santana."

It took her a moment to register that she had been chosen but she made a satisfied face and walked over to where Kurt was standing.

"Alright. Sam." Blaine pointed, and Sam jumped over to where Blaine was.

"Brittney."

"Trent."

"Nick." Everybody was surprised, and Kurt smiled over at Blaine as he raised an eyebrow. Nick just patted Blaine on the back as he walked past to join Kurt's team.

"Tina."

"Puck." Finn was bouncing on his heels at not having been picked yet. Puck strutted over to Kurt's team, winking at Santana much to her dismay.

"In your dreams, mohawk."

"Finn." Blaine noticed his anxiousness and gave him a high five as he joined the team.

"Rachel." Rachel smiled and ran over to Kurt sticking her tongue out at Blaine on the way.

"Quinn."

"Kitty."

"Artie."

"Unique."

"David."

"Mike."

"That's everybody. I guess you guys have a bigger team than us." Blaine was confident in his team. He didn't need the numbers to win. Whatever winning was.

The doors opened cautiously.

"Hello, sorry I'm late. Jeff gave me the wrong address." Blaine's smile lit up his face as he ran to the front and pulled the newcomer over.

"No problem at all. You're on my team, Louis."

"Your team?" Louis smirked at the innuendo.

"Yeah. The team Jeff is on." Blaine laughed and pushed him toward his best man who was hiding a blush behind his hair.

Kurt's face lit up as he smiled over at Louis who had taken his place right up against Jeff. He walked over so he was face to face with Blaine. The tension in the room was high. There was competitive tension between the teams and a rubber band about to snap amount of sexual tension between the grooms. Kurt leaned forward and Blaine closed his eyes ready to kiss Kurt for the last time before their wedding.

His hair tickled his ear as he heard, "See you at the altar." When he opened his eyes, Kurt was sprinting out the door with his hands in the air and his team running after him cackling. Blaine whipped around to his own team to give them a pep talk.

"Alright! This is my last night as a single man. But I haven't been a single man since the second I met Kurt. I knew he was the only one for me. So tonight." Blaine grinned and looked at his feet then inched closer toward his teammates. "Instead of making tonight about running around and doing things I won't be able to do when I'm married. Things I spent too much time doing before. Tonight, is about giving Kurt one of the best nights of his life."

His team looked around at each other offering smiles and questioning gazes.

"Yeah. Okay. Just uh." Finn took a step forward with his hand raised. "What exactly does that mean?"

"He made me chase him when we first met. It's his turn. So we're going to give Kurt an actual scavenger hunt."

Jeff smiled and stepped forward. "Mercedes just texted and said they've convinced him to go to the first place we talked about."

"Awesome." Blaine patted Jeff's back. "They're going to be taking the trains to get places so we are going to take hired cars so we can get there first."

They all piled out of the front door, Blaine following up in the rear. He turned before he left and looked around. He smiled at the counter, remembering the very first time he had seen Kurt and now only a few months later and they were getting married tomorrow. He turned to leave but remembered a last-minute wedding present he wanted to leave Kurt. He ran over to the counter and set down the nametag he had taken right where Kurt had dropped it. He wiped a tear on his sleeve as he ran to catch up with his team, locking up with his key before he sprinted off down the sidewalk.

The club was packed. It was a Friday night and you couldn't walk anywhere in there without grinding up against somebody. Many of the clubgoers were glad this was the case as Blaine slid his way through the dance floor. Gently pushing people out of the way by their hips and elbows.

"Excuse me. Sorry."

"Oh my God! It's Blaine Anderson!" A man wearing a mesh crop top shouted at the top of his lungs as Blaine tried to sneak past him.

"Hi. Hello. Sorry I'm just kind of in a hurry."

"What are you in a hurry for boo-boo? Dance with us."

Blaine paused and reconsidered his original plan for the club. He smiled at the man and the small accumulation of others that had stacked around him. His friends were doing their best to give him a bubble away from the other people.

"I'm actually here to set up a surprise for my fiancé, Kurt. It's kind of our bachelor parties tonight."

"That's adorable!" A man placed his chin on the mesh top man's shoulder and smiled at Blaine with heavy eyes.

"Do all of you guys want to help?"

There were shouts and screeches coming from every part of the club. Everyone had turned their attention to Blaine. The DJ even turned down the music to hear what was happening.

"Awesome. So he will be here soon with a big group of our friends and I just want everyone to go crazy for him. Dance with him. Throw him in the air. Dance on him." Blaine winked. "But you know. He is my fiancé so don't get too touchy." He eyed the man in the mesh top.

"Oh don't worry about me, honey. I'm saving myself for someone special." He put a finger on Blaine's chest.

Blaine laughed and gave him a hug. "I'm flattered. But I'm pretty taken." He smiled around at all the people. "Okay well we have to get out of here. Thank you all for participating in making my fiance's night one to remember. Or forget if you know what I mean." He laughed and ran up the steps to the bar rail. He handed the bar tender his card. "If Kurt Hummel opens a tab, pretend you did but put everything on this card. As well as all the people that are with him. Please and thank you. I'll call to close it tonight."

The bartender winked at Blaine and put his card in the system before handing it back. "Free drink on the house for our favorite rockstar to celebrate his marriage."

"I shouldn't. I have to get out of here before Kurt arrives."

"One drink?"

He looked at his friends who had already started dancing. A few of them ordered quick drinks to get the night started. David ran up next to him and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Absolutely. This man would love a drink!"

The bartender smiled and grabbed a shot glass and an assortment of colored liqueurs. He poured them quickly and carefully and a minute later slid Blaine a shot glass filled with liquid that looked like a rainbow. Blaine picked it up and smiled at him.

"Love is love," The bartender's smile was hopeful, and his eyes crinkled at the sides which made Blaine's do the same. Both their faces were so happy is was hard for them not to cry and their eyes knew this was the case.

"All you need is love." He held his glass up and turned to his friends. Everyone in the room held theirs up and Blaine took the shot. He slammed the glass back down on the bar. "Thanks, man." He reached across the bar to pat the bartender on the shoulder.

The team made to run out the front door but were stopped by the presence of Kurt's team. Jeff and David pushed Blaine toward the back to hide him. Just then a bunch of hands were pulling them behind a curtain.

Jeff was posed ready to attack, but as they all looked around, they could see that the hands that had pulled them back were those of the cage dancers in their feathered costumes.

"Come with us, Blaine Anderson." One of them whispered.

Jeff pushed a hand off Blaine's shoulders, "I think he had better stay with us." He growled at one of the men. Blaine smiled at them politely but agreed with Jeff and they all turned to make their way back to the dance floor hoping to sneak out unseen along the edges.

As he turned, he caught sight of their costume storage. It gave him an idea and he stopped abruptly causing David to smash into the back of him.

"Come on, man." David straightened up and pushed on Blaine's back, he didn't budge.

"Gentlemen go on out and keep Kurt distracted, I have an idea." He pushed his friends toward the curtain they had entered from, but they refused to leave Blaine with the dancers. "As for you guys," Blaine walked over to them. "Can you get me in one of those cages?" There was a low-lit smirk playing on Blaine's face that made his friends and bodyguards of the night nervous.

"I don't know. It seems like a liability." The shy one stated.

"Oh screw liabilities. He's cute I want to watch him get in there." The one that had been all over Blaine from the start shooed the other dancer away.

"I agree with Johnny. Let's put him in a cage." The third dancer sidled up to Blaine. "You can have mine. It's right in the middle." Blaine grinned at him and ran over to the costumes, plucking a few items off a shelf and running toward a door in the back.

"I'm serious guys. Go distract Kurt, he's probably already curious as to why more than half my team is out there!" Blaine was unbuckling his belt as he ran. "AND GET THE CAMERA READY!" The door slammed across the way and with no other way to convince Blaine to be careful, his Dalton friends peeked out of the curtain to find their Warbler brother's fiancé.

Jeff was relieved to find that Kurt had been talking to Louis. He jogged up and put an arm softly around Louis's rotating waist.

"And that's essentially the salsa. Bien! I see you already know how to shimmy. Now yo—Oh Jeff, I was just teaching Bachelor numero uno how to dance the salsa." Jeff smiled and pushed down the racing feeling he got from hearing Louis say salsa.

"Um where is Blaine?" Kurt looked around. He understood if Blaine couldn't keep his whole team together, but the best man should definitely be with him.

"What did you say, Kurt? I can't hear you over the music. It's too LOUD!" Everybody turned as the music cut off and Jeff was shouting.

Kurt glared at him. His lips pursed, and a white knuckled hand on his hip. "I said where is my soon-to-be husband?

Jeff glanced around trying not to make eye contact with Kurt. He knew Kurt would murder him if they didn't find him soon. It suddenly became apparent why the music had stopped, and Jeff whipped out his phone and started a video.

"What are you doi—." Kurt followed the aim of Jeff's camera. It was pointed up to where a smoky haze was now falling over the crowd. Then growling noises blared from the speakers and the cages hanging from the ceiling started to swing. All three of them rocked. As the sound of the growling became unbearably loud, shaking the entire building and causing many people to muffle the sound with their sleeves over their ears, the middle man stood.

At first just a rainbow-colored lump at the bottom of the cage, Blaine stood up and spread his arms to reveal his outfit of choice. A pride flag hung around his neck like a cape and nothing else but a tiger striped loincloth/underwear combo.

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath

Scared to rock the boat and make a mess

So I sat quietly

Agreed politely

I guess that I forgot I had a choice

I let you push me past the breaking point

I stood for nothing

So I fell for everything

The dancers in the cages beside Blaine were wearing feathered bodysuits and dancing along with the lyrics. Sliding down the bars of the cages as he finished the verse.

He continued on singing. Doing his own breathless dancing in the cage. Kurt was smiling and laughing and trying not to climb the mounds of people to get up to Blaine in the cage. He didn't even realize that Mercedes had found her way to his side to take a video of his reactions.

By the chorus Blaine had everyone shout/screaming and jumping around. Everyone was roaring and Kurt was nearly crying with the way he managed to get the crowd excited. As he quietly enjoyed watching Blaine dance and sing in the cage in his prideful Katy Perry outfit, a man in a mesh top and a few others pulled him into the mosh of people dancing and singing.

Kurt shook his head and tried to pull away. Clubs had always been a problem for him because he didn't enjoy being touched by strangers. Especially not in a forceful way. But as he looked around at all the genuine smiles on their faces, he was coerced. A large group of people lifted him into the air and made him crowd surf around the dance floor. He was smiling happily up at the exposed pipe ceiling three stories in the air, the daze of the few shots he'd been offered by the bartender already taking effect. He was carried just far enough out that he could see Blaine from the angle he'd had before.

Blaine shook his hair out of his eyes as he looked down and saw the gleeful expression on Kurt's face looking up at him. He grinned wildly and finished up the song.

You're gonna hear me roooar

Everyone was shouting and clapping and still tossing Kurt carefully into the air. The lights darkened the room and the dancers crept carefully over the beams to help Blaine get out of the cage.

"Thank you guys so much. You have made his night amazing. Also, please don't let me fall off this thing it's really freaking dark up here." They both took an arm pulling him along behind them after they had helped him hop from the suspended cage.

KurtHummel: Oh lord what did I sign up for? katyperry Does this count as BlaineAnderson 's audition tape for your next music video?

*Attached Video*

KlaineLuv: HOLY OH MY GOD IS THAT BLAINE ANDERSON IN A LOINCLOTH?! I AM DEAD.

Blanderson: What is oxygen!? *Rainbow emoji*

katyperry: KurtHummel I'll have my people call his people.

Blaineswife: Wait is katyperry serious?! Are we about to get a Blaine and Katy duet? I'll die!

BlaineAnderson: KurtHummel Just you wait my love. There's plenty more where that came from. *Tongue out emoji*

KurtHummel: Just stopping mid-party to get a bowls worth of French fries for old time's sake with my girls. MercedesJones RachelBerrytheStar

*Attached Photo*

BlaineAnderson: Hey no fry breaks. This is supposed to be the most fun night of your life, get back to work!

KlaineCaptain: GUYS GUYS GUYS I think this is Klaine's bachelor party night! That means they're getting married real soon fjdsahuighsuah! !(#!(!

Kurt giggled down at the fan that had guessed what was happening. He had been posting all night all the fun things they were doing. He tried to keep up with Blaine's posts, but they weren't as numerous. In fact, as Kurt stuffed a fry in his mouth and looked at all the people in the McDonalds with him, he realized that basically all of Blaine's team had joined him. The only person not there was…Blaine.

Kurt looked over to Jeff seated a few tables away with Louis snuggled up to him. Everyone was starting to get tired from a night of drinking, running around, and non-stop giggling.

He was about to get up and demand for Jeff to tell him where Blaine was and why Jeff had abandoned his post of best man, when he received a notification.

BlaineAnderson: Hey KurtHummel come find me! ;)

*Attached Photo*

Kurt squinted down at the photo on the screen. It was very vague and he had no clue why Blaine expected him to be able to find him based on this picture. He tilted the phone in a bunch of different direction hoping to uncover the hidden mysteries of the photo.

"Boy why are you looking at a picture of water like that? It's not a piece of art." Mercedes gave him a curious look.

"Water. Oh! The yacht!" Kurt smacked the table as he pushed himself up. His shout nearly knocking Puck out of the chair he was dozing off in.

Mercedes bit her lip, not realizing that she had helped him with Blaine's secret scavenger hunt. She knew he wanted to end it on the yacht, she just didn't realize how they were supposed to come to that conclusion. Perhaps if she hadn't ruined the plan, Kurt might never have figured it out.

"Where to now?" Santana groaned. She hadn't realized they would want to go to every club in New York City before the end of the night. She was a master of partying, but even she was ready to clock out.

"The Dalton. It's right on the other side of the bridge. It won't be far." Kurt was excitedly running for the door. Everyone following glumly in his wake.