Author's Note: Another big confrontation... And this time around, Kurt is in the wrong.

Chapter 8: Wedding Snags

"When those dances were over, she returned to Charlotte Lucas, and was in conversation with her, when she found herself suddenly addressed by Mr. Darcy who took her so much by surprise in his application for her hand, that, without knowing what she did, she accepted him. He walked away again immediately, and she was left to fret over her own want of presence of mind; Charlotte tried to console her:

"I dare say you will find him very agreeable."

"Heaven forbid! THAT would be the greatest misfortune of all! To find a man agreeable whom on is determined to hate! Do not wish me such an evil.""

(An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen)

The preparations for Sam and Mercedes' wedding brought Kurt back to Ohio several times. While dress-shopping with Mercedes, Kurt bumped into Chandler, who now worked at a bridal store, apparently.

"That's great, that's great," Kurt babbled, not really knowing what to say to a sort of ex-boyfriend, even if they'd never had that official status.

Chandler's expression darkened into a scowl. "Not really great. But it will do. For now."

"Of course, of course. It's good to see you again!"

That brought a smile to Chandler's face again, and he kept up a steady stream of prattle while he flitted around fetching all sorts of wedding dresses for Mercedes to try on.

He didn't seem to have a good eye, though. The dresses he chose were all wrong for Mercedes' body type, and too small as well.

Kurt decided not to put Mercedes through the ordeal of putting on outfits that wouldn't fit her anyway, and invented an emergency at his father's shop to be able to leave the store at once.

"Is your father okay?" Mercedes asked.

"He's fine," Kurt assured her. "I just wanted to get out of that store. The clerk didn't have a clue what would look good on you."

"It seemed like… Was it someone you knew?"

Kurt sighed. "Yes. We dated when I was still in high school."

"Ooooh! How come you never told me about this boyfriend of yours?"

"We were never boyfriends. We just went on two dates, and it never went anywhere. We got along, but there was no spark, you know?"

Mercedes nodded. "Funny that you've run into him again now. Maybe this time around, it will work?"

Kurt shrugged. "I doubt it. His fashion sense leaves much to be desired, and his compliments are rather stale."

Chandler kept turning up like a bad penny, though. They didn't go to the dress store again, Kurt having decided to design and make Mercedes' dress himself, but Chandler was at the bakery they went to for taste-testing, because apparently his parents were celebrating their 25th anniversary and were turning it into a big party. He was at the flower shop they ordered the arrangement for the church in, choosing flowers for his parents' anniversary bash. He was at the restaurant Mercedes had chosen to cater the wedding reception and dinner, vacillating between the fish or meat option, because his mother preferred the one and his father the other.

Each time, he turned to Kurt to help him choose, smiling at him and praising his taste. Kurt's answering smiles were a little stiff, and he always excused himself as fast as he could.

The night of the rehearsal dinner, Kurt ran into Chandler again at the restaurant. He wasn't alone this time. Blaine Anderson was with him, of all people, and seemed to have a hissy fit.

Kurt knew what it felt to be on the receiving end of that, and came to Chandler's rescue, though he didn't enjoy the liberties Chandler took as a result – taking his arm and calling him pet names.

He saw that Blaine had wine stains on his clothes, and took that to be the reason for his foul mood, so he explained how to get the stains out and advised Blaine to get on with it before they dried in.

Blaine took that to heart and disappeared at a run.

"Phew," said Chandler.

"What was he angry about?" Kurt asked.

"Me bumping into him," Chandler said. "We used to date, you see, and then he got tired of me, and he didn't just dump me, he got his brother to fire me as well. Blackened my character and everything."

Kurt's mouth fell open in shock. "Really?"

Chandler nodded, his face grim. "Really. Can't get a decent job anywhere because of him. So promise me you'll never date him, no matter how much money he throws at you. Because when he gets bored, he'll get rid of you, and you'll be the one picking up the pieces."

"I think I can safely promise you that," Kurt said, his lips a thin line. "The way he treated you was horrible!"

Chandler shrugged. "Karma will bite him in the ass one day. Well, I'll let you get back to the rehearsal dinner. See you around, sweetie!"

Kurt was halfway back to his table when it occurred to him that Chandler had no way of knowing he was here for Sam and Mercedes' rehearsal dinner. Unless he had been eavesdropping. That was a bit unsettling. He'd wanted to share his piece of juicy gossip about Blaine Anderson with Mercedes straight away, but now decided to wait until they were alone together.

Mercedes had been planning to spend her last night as an unmarried woman with her parents, but during dinner, Kurt and Rachel had been able to convince her to come to the Hudmel house instead, for a sleepover.

While Kurt braided Rachel's hair, he told them Chandler's story.

Mercedes pursed her lips. "Are you sure he told you the truth? I mean, Sam has worked with Blaine several times now, and he says he's such a nice guy. Works harder than anyone else, fixes any problem in a jiffy, treats everyone the same from the lowest intern to the big boss. Sam hasn't heard a bad word about him from anyone who works with him."

"Maybe they don't dare criticize him," Kurt suggested. "He's the big boss's brother, remember?"

Mercedes shrugged.

Rachel let out a giggle. "You've had it out for him ever since his rant at the Brittana wedding. And he APOLOGISED for that."

"Still a dick move," Kurt grumbled, but he let it drop.

The morning of the wedding dawned cool but bright, and Kurt hummed as he made some last-minute adjustments to the dress. A plate of no-drip, no-stain snacks stood next to him, and at regular intervals, he fed Mercedes a snack and took one for himself, too.

When he had pronounced the dress perfect, Mercedes' cousin Alma took over, to do the bride's and the bridesmaids' hair and make-up, and Kurt slipped into the garden for fresh flowers. Mercedes' mother was paying a florist to decorate the church, but Kurt had offered to do the bouquets and the boutonnières.

When he arrived back in the living room with the flowers, Mercedes sat on the sofa, looking at her phone and worrying her lower lip.

"Not having seconds thoughts, are you?" Kurt teased her, but if anything, her frown deepened.

"I'd silenced my phone so as not to be disturbed. And now I've just looked at it and my mom called me. Five times. And left voice-mails telling me to call back asap. Which I did, but I can't reach her. What on earth is the matter?"

Kurt patted her arm. "You let ME worry about it, okay? Turn that frown upside down and think of nothing but marrying Sam. Your mom's at the church, I take it? Checking the flower arrangements and such? I'll go there at once and handle whatever snag your mom has hit. I promise."

Mercedes nodded and smiled hesitantly.

"I'll do the bouquets and boutonnières," Carole offered.

"And if necessary, I can take them all to church," Burt promised. "We still have lots of time to get there anyway. You go and deal with the problem, Kurt."

That was all the encouragement Kurt needed to hurry to the church, where he found Sam in an old T-shirt and jeans with holes in it, scrubbing a swastika from one of the pews, and a teary Mrs. Jones being comforted by Cooper, of all people. When she told Kurt what had upset her, he blanched. Somehow, in less than 24 hours, all their careful planning had been torn to shreds. There had been a fire at the restaurant where the reception and dinner was to take place, so now they had no food nor venue. The church had been broken into and vandalized. Mercedes' family and friends were cleaning everything up as best they could, but the flower arrangements were destroyed beyond repair. Mike, the best man, had disappeared, and with him the rings. And in front of the church, instead of well-wishers, there were two dozen bigoted idiots who were protesting against the wedding about to take place, because it was a white man marrying a black woman, and it didn't do to mix races and sully one's blood.

Kurt rolled his eyes at that. "That's bogus. We're all humans. The same race. Colour has nothing to do with it."

"Yes, that's all very well to say, but how do we get them to leave?" Mrs. Jones wailed.

Just then, two buses arrived. Out of them stepped about a dozen men clad in riot gear and armed to the teeth. They started herding the protesters onto the buses, and left with them after just a few minutes.

"That's one problem sorted," Cooper said cheerfully. "We'll fix the rest too, don't you worry about a thing, Mrs. Jones!"

"Flowers," Kurt said. "I can do the flowers, no problem. It won't be as grand as what the florist had planned, but it'll look great nonetheless, I promise. Sam, Cooper, you'll help once I get back?"

He didn't wait for an answer but hurried to his car and headed home, where he assured Mercedes everything was under control, except that there had been a mishap with the flowers, and now they needed more. He stripped the garden of its flowers, put them into a few pails of water and ransacked his sewing supplies for ribbons. He also collected all the vases they had.

When he'd found everything he needed, he raced back to the church, and instructed Sam and Cooper to start tying roses to the pews, which thankfully were too sturdy to have been destroyed. They had been graffitied, but Mercedes' family and friends had gotten most of it off, and had camouflaged the rest with a shimmery gauzy fabric. Silver. Perfect. Carole's biggest vase was silver too, and Kurt would be using it to decorate the altar.

He carefully compiled a big bouquet for the altar and a few smaller ones to put in front of the lecterns. Then he inspected the arch at the church entrance. The wooden structure was chipped but still sound. The flowers, however, had been viciously shredded.

"Mrs. Jones, is there any more of that silver fabric? I'd put it over the arch and then pin the rest of my flowers onto it."

Half an hour later, the church looked splendid again.

"What are we going to do about the best man and the rings, though?" he asked Sam.

"We have a back-up guy," Sam smiled, "and he found us rings, too."

Kurt hummed thoughtfully. "That leaves the food and a venue for the reception and the dinner. Where are we going to find that at such short notice?"

Sam clapped Kurt on the back. "No worries, man, the minister offered us the use of his garden, which is huge, apparently, and the whole church community is helping out, bringing chairs and tables and string lights and decorations and food and everything else we need. It's all going to be all right!"

Kurt let out a deep breath and thanked his lucky stars for close-knit communities saving the day.

When Mercedes entered the church a few hours later, looking beyond gorgeous and glowing with happiness, Kurt wiped away a tear and blew her a kiss as she passed him. As he turned around to face the altar, though, he got a nasty shock. He hadn't been paying much attention to Sam and his groomsmen, but now he saw that the back-up best man was none other than Blaine Anderson.

What on earth was HE doing here? Yes, Kurt had sent the Anderson brothers an invite, but what on earth did Blaine think he was doing, integrating himself into the wedding party?

Right at that moment, Blaine seemed to feel Kurt's eyes on him. He looked straight at Kurt, nodded and smiled.

Kurt, still outraged at how Blaine had treated Chandler, shot him a glare and looked away to the minister, boiling inside.

He determinedly did not look Blaine's way again throughout the ceremony, and hurried out of the church to the minister's garden as soon as it was over.

As promised, the church community had turned the garden into a festive wonderland, and they'd set up an entire buffet of snacks and salads next to two barbecue grills. The wedding cake had arrived, too, and looked pristine and perfect.

"Dibs on this grill!" said a loud voice behind him, and Kurt shook his head with a grin as he saw Burt accept an apron from one of the women who'd be serving the buffet and inspect the contents of the cooler box.

"No red meat for you, Dad!" Kurt reminded him. "Remember what the doctor said!"

"Spoilsport," Burt grumbled. "Just a teensy piece? Since this is a festive occasion and all?"

Kurt laughed. "All right, then, a teensy piece. I'll tell Carole to check if it really is teensy!"

Soon, the party was well on its way. Everyone had enjoyed the impromptu barbecue, and now a band had arrived out of nowhere, and all the invitees were singing along and dancing and having a great time.

At Mercedes' insistence, Kurt was telling her about all the problems they'd had to solve earlier that day, and she gasped and teared up a little.

Kurt was quick to dab the moisture away, "Your mascara, girl!", and to comfort her. "Everything has turned out fine, hasn't it? Thank heavens for your church community. They've worked wonders here! And everything else was dealt with satisfactorily. Well, except for Blaine Anderson being Sam's replacement best man. Really? That rude, obnoxious ass? Don't know why he's always in a huff about something and throwing tantrums like a toddler or biting people's noses off, but I'm far from impressed with his attitude. He needs to GROW UP. And seriously, after all that guy did, couldn't Sam have chosen someone better?"

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned their heads, and Kurt felt his cheeks heat up when he saw that it was Blaine. Had he heard Kurt bad-mouthing him?

"May I have this dance?" Blaine asked with a little bow, holding out his hand to Kurt expectantly.

Taken off guard, Kurt stammered, "Yeah. Sure."

It was out before Kurt knew it, and there was no way of taking it back, seeing as Blaine took him firmly by the waist and whirled him away at once, beaming as he did so.

"That was a lovely ceremony, wasn't it?" Blaine said a little later.

"It was," Kurt agreed. "I'm not religious, but the minister said a lot of things that resonated with me. Yeah. I liked it."

Blaine smiled at him again, his expression so disarming and charming that Kurt felt short of breath for a moment and had to remind himself of all the reprehensible things Blaine had done so as not to smile back besottedly.

The song changed, but Blaine showed no intention of letting Kurt go, leading him expertly and catching him any time Kurt stumbled over his own feet.

"Mercedes looks gorgeous in that dress," Blaine said next. "It suits her so well."

"Thank you. I made it."

"Well, you're an absolute wizard with a needle, then."

Kurt giggled, and then covered his mouth with his hand in horror. Blaine didn't seem to have noticed, though. He was looking pensive now.

"Why did you glare at me during the ceremony?"

Kurt's chin went up. "You don't deserve to be Sam's best man."

Blaine quirked an eyebrow. "Did you want that position?"

"What? No! I just mean, after what you did to Britts and San at their wedding, and after the despicable way you've treated Chandler, you don't deserve to be anywhere near Sam, who is sweetness itself and deserves better than a cold-hearted, mean-spirited guy as his best man."

Blaine had stopped moving now, and let go of Kurt. "Cold-hearted? Mean-spirited? After how I treated Chandler? Don't you have that the wrong way round? Don't you know what he did?"

Kurt scoffed. "What did he do to deserve you destroying his chances of ever finding a job again? Bite your dick while he was sucking it?"

Silence fell. Kurt noticed that people were looking at the both of them, and shifted his shoulders uncomfortably.

Blaine's face was a cold mask now. "I've no idea what lies he told you, but you're wide off the mark. We had good reasons to fire him."

"Like what?"

"Like that he tried to kill you!"

Blaine turned around and stalked off, leaving behind a gaping Kurt.

What?!