Chris Colfer is the only person on this planet that can make me cry over a death of a bird...

My sister sent me a message on Facebook saying: if you haven't seen Glee yet, just to warn you: you're going to go insane.

I did...

Alright, so I hope you like the second chapter of this little story of mine :) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, ALERTS and FAVORITES, you guys made me soooo happy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the songs that use.

Date

-And if it turns out it's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine-

As Long As You're Mine, Wicked

Kurt was humming happily as he expertly placed tiny plastic diamonds on a golden piece of paper. The apartment was quiet otherwise, safe for the constant noise down from the streets Kurt had grown used to over the years. The sun was setting and Kurt knew Blaine would be home soon. He wanted to finish this before he was, this was going to be a surprise! It was the first preparation for their wedding and it was all becoming so... real! He was really going to have a wedding, he was really going to get married and live happily ever after with someone! Kurt grinned. He loved this feeling. Once the date was decided it was going to be officially official and then there was nothing more to do than to wait for that day to arrive.

And in the mean time they'd have to book a venue, hire a DJ and caterer, write their wows, decide what flowers they wanted...

After placing a couple of more diamonds on the paper, he eyed it critically, tilting his head and pursing his lips. Then he broke into a smile, nodded happily and lifted the artwork to lean against a coffee cup. The kitchen table was covered with glitter and stickers and golden pens along with countless of magazines from Elle to Seventeen. And just as Kurt was about to clean the mess he had made, he saw an article about Marc Jacob's new spring collection that he, and this shocked him to the very core, hadn't had the time to read yet. This, of course, meant that when his fiancé came home, the mess was still there.

"Did we have bird I didn't know about and did it die?"

Kurt glared up from his magazine. "No," he said, putting it down. "That would require a different outfit."

"Alright, well... What is this about then? Are you starting a scrapbook?" Blaine asked as he took off his scarf.

"No," Kurt said again. "Though that isn't a bad idea at all... But so yeah, no. This is much more important! Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just close them!" Kurt ordered impatiently. Blaine shook his head but obeyed, smiling a little at Kurt's enthusiasm. Kurt took the golden paper and held it at arms length in front of him. "Alright, you can open." Blaine did. "Tadaa! It's our wedding invitation!"

Blaine's eyebrows went up as he looked at the little card that sure enough, had his and Kurt's name written on it with a silver pen. The writing was so neat and curly that for a second Blaine thought it had been done with a computer. He lifted his gaze and saw that Kurt was smiling, clearly proud of himself and waiting for a response.

"This is the part where you're supposed to say: That's amazing, Kurt, it's so beautiful, I love you so much!"

"It is beautiful," Blaine admitted. "But I'm not sure if you can really put that in a copying machine."

"Oh no, of course not silly!. I'll make them myself. And I'll add something personal to each one. You know, like a little football sticker on the corner of Finn's invitation. Although that will kind of ruin the fairytale theme... Well, it's Finn, he probably wouldn't see the theme anyway," Kurt said, shrugging.

"Let me get this straight... You're going to hand make like... 30 invitations and you're going to personalize every single one of them?" Blaine asked. His tone was something between impressed and doubtful.

"30? Pfft, no!" Blaine sighed in relief. "87."

Blaine's eyes widened. "87?"

Kurt blinked. "Well, yes. I know we want to keep the wedding relatively small but 30 guests? Blaine, please! That's not small, that's sad."

It took Blaine a couple of seconds to comprehend what Kurt had just said. "So wait, you're telling me you're going to send every guest their own invitation?"

"WE are, Blaine."

"Yeah, so, we are not just going to send families one invitation each, we are sending them as many as there are people in that family?"

"Yes, Blaine, what is your point?"

"My point is that... Kurt, Puck and Lauren's baby is 7 months old, for example!"

"I know and when she is 14 or so and starts to think about marrying a nice man... or woman... one day, she can look at the first wedding invitation that she received and be inspired by it! Speaking of Becca, do you think I should put Tinker-bell or Cinderella on it?"

Blaine could only stare at Kurt who looked 100 percent serious. Trying to decide the best way to handle this, he took a step forward and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders. When Kurt opened his mouth to say something, Blaine gently pushed him backwards and sat him down on the couch. His pale boyfriend looked up at him with questions in his eyes.

"We haven't even decided the date yet," Blaine stated simply.

"So?"

"So? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?"

"No. This is just a prototype," Kurt said, waving the golden piece of paper in front of Blaine. "I left the date blank. I wasn't about to ask everyone to leave their Saturdays open from now to September if that's what you were worried about." He huffed and crossed his arms across his chest, leaning back on the couch. "I have a day off and I got inspired, what's the big deal?"

"How will you even have the time to make 87 invitations all by yourself? And don't give me that look, you know as well as I do that you're not going to let me help."

Kurt huffed again. "I'd make time. It's our wedding! It's kinda important..."

"Of course it's important, don't think I don't think it is but really? Kurt, think about it. 87!"

"Yes, 87!" Kurt almost yelled, standing up. "Look, I already told you, I never thought I would one day get to plan my own wedding! Yeah, maybe I started hoping when we got together but I thought... I thought I was going to screw it up somehow and I'd end up alone again so now that we are here and I actually get to do this, I'm not going half-ass it! I only plan to do this once, you know."

"Kurt..."

"I know it might seem shallow and that the marriage part is the thing I should focus on and be excited about and I am, I really am, I can't wait to be with you until death do us part but... I just think that both of us deserve this to be as special as it can be."

"I..."

"But of course, if you're worried about what people are going to think then, sure. Let's just send every family one invitation, like it's traditionally done. In fact, why don't you just go to one of those little shops and pick a nice ready made card, huh?"

It wasn't a thing to be upset about. It really wasn't but Kurt couldn't help himself. It didn't help that Blaine was right, he probably didn't have the time. And ugh, why did he have to look at him with those eyes? Those eyes that weren't even angry, just confused and so, so innocent! Kurt didn't have a right to be mad at Blaine for trying to make him see reason.

But no way was he going to admit that yet.

"I'll clean tomorrow, I'm going to bed," he mumbled, turning around.

"It's six thirty!"

"Well, I'm tired!"

Blaine sighed when he heard their bedroom door slam. He knew Kurt, he should have been ready for all kinds of craziness when it came to the wedding. But 87 handmade, personalized invitations had still caught him off guard.

It seemed like so much work over something so little. Why would Kurt want to make that effort when there was so much else to think about, too, stuff that Blaine thought was surely more important.

'I thought I was going to screw it up somehow.' Had Kurt really thought that? But they were so in love, how could Kurt possibly think...?

Maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this than what met the eye.

He had to fix this or he would be spending the night on the couch. He was on his way to the door, thinking about getting some Ben&Jerry's when his phone rang. The ID said 'Mercedes'. Oh man, he should have seen this coming.

"Hey..."

"I just got my first official made- of-honor-task," Mercedes announced.

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm to tell you that you're an ass."

"Right..."

"Alright, walk me through it, what happened?"

"Kurt didn't tell you?"

"He said he'd fill me in later, right now the important thing was to make sure you know you're an ass. So, what did you do?"

So Blaine told Mercedes about the whole invitation fiasco and how he honestly didn't know which one of them was right. When he was done, Mercedes was quiet for so long he checked his screen to see if she had hung up on him.

"Um... Mercedes?"

"I thought you at least came home drunk and spilled milk on his favorite shirt! But no, this is about an invitation? I should have seen this coming, I guess..."

Blaine chuckled. "It's a bit stupid, huh?"

"Well, actually, Blaine... I think you're going to have to let him go a little overboard with all this. Just let him obsess about the flowers and the clothes and the food, it's just the way he does things. I mean, I know you don't have the money to have the wedding at the Plaza or anything..."

Blaine felt a little stab of anger towards his father.

"...but little things like this you can afford to be special. This means even more to Kurt than he lets on. You know better than anyone what he went through in high school. He was so afraid of being alone forever that he fell head first for straight guys! And then there was you. He made it through all the bullying and other crap mostly because of you. And now he gets to marry you! I think that somewhere in the back of his mind he might think it's all too good to be true. Something little like the invitation is one less thing on his list of things that might go wrong. I know I'm being confusing but you get what I'm saying?"

"I think I do."

"Good. Now let him cool down a little bit and then discuss of a compromise, okay? I'm sure you can come up with a solution. And when I say you gotta let him go overboard, I don't mean that you can let him put me and his other bridesmaids into canary-yellow cream cake dresses so if you see pictures of those around your place, burn them. Got that?"

"I got it. Thanks, Mercedes."

"Anytime, Warbler. Don't let the make-up sex get too loud, okay? You do live in an apartment building."

Mercedes hung up before Blaine could respond. He put his phone back into his pocket and wondered for a second if he still needed the ice cream. Deciding that it was a good bonus to his apology, he took his keys from where he had thrown only about 15 minutes ago and left.

–

Kurt was lying on the bed, wondering what was the possibility that Blaine had left for good, when he heard the door open the third time that evening. He glanced at the clock. Blaine had only been gone for 45 minutes or so. He could smell Chinese food all the way from where he was and was expecting Blaine to appear to the doorway any second...

But he didn't. On the contrary, judging by the sound of Blaine's footsteps, he was going to the kitchen. Kurt frowned. Had Blaine gotten Chinese food to lure him out of his cave? If so, it wouldn't work. Nuh-uh. Blaine should have cooked himself if he wanted Kurt to leave the bed tonight.

Blaine didn't turn the TV on nor did it sound like he was clearing the table so there would be room for him to eat. He was being very quiet indeed and Kurt wondered if he thought Kurt was actually sleeping. Curiosity almost took the best of him but the countertenor refused to give in and get up. If he was going be upset about something as stupid as the invitation then he should stay upset for longer than hour to make the point of this being important very clear. Like he said, he wasn't going to half-ass it.

While in his own head, Kurt hadn't heard the approaching footsteps. So when the door opened he jumped a little and blinked at the light that leaked into the dark bedroom from the hallway.

"Hey," Blaine said quietly and sat down on the bed.

"Hey yourself," Kurt replied. Damn, he didn't sound upset at all. "Where did you go?"

"To get ice cream. Got something else on the way, too."

"Yeah, I smell that."

"Well, yeah, that and... Also..." Blaine got something from the plastic bag he was holding. "...this."

"A magazine?" Kurt said as he took it from Blaine. He couldn't help but break into a grin when he saw the title. "Rainbow wedding..."

"I don't know if you have it already but I saw it and figured that I should show you that I want to contribute to the most special day of our lives. I flipped through it and saw at least a couple of good looking recipes," Blaine said. He counted it as a victory when Kurt's smile widened. "And to show you that I really, really do care and that I am sorry if you ever doubted that, here. You left it on the living room table. I uh... finished it."

Kurt's heart skipped a beat when he saw that Blaine was holding the prototype of the invitation. He hesitated for a couple of seconds but then took it, turning it over to first see that there was a Cinderella sticker in the corner. He read down to...

"November 9th?"

"That's when we first met. I know it's almost a year away but at least that will leave you time to..."

Kurt cut Blaine off by kissing him full on the lips. His fiancé clearly hadn't been expecting that as he let out a sound that was probably meant to be surprised but turned into a moan half way through.

"It's perfect," Kurt breathed. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Just doing my part."

"And... Maybe I don't have to send Becca her own invitation..."

"What?" Blaine said, pulling away. "You mean she is not going to get this one? After all the work I put into it?"

"Oh, hush!"

AN: Thhhheeeereeee you go, my attempt of light hearted drama. I'm not sure if I'm going to write a chapter or two with actual drama or is this all going to be fluffy and cute... Depends.

I was asked to also include Wes and David and yes, I am going to. :)

And Rainbow Wedding Magazine Network is real! And I don't own it either.

Alright, see you guys sooooon!

Thank you!