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Bestmen
-Can you feel the love tonight
The ease the evening brings
The world for once in perfect harmony
With all it's living things-
Can You Feel the Love Tonight, The Lion King
"That sounds awesome, how did you come up with that?"
Blaine listened as Kurt talked to Mercedes over the phone while going to through his moisturizing routine at the same time. That should really be labeled as the 8th miracle of the world, given how religiously Kurt took care of his skin. How he managed to do it like any other morning while keeping up a conversation with his maid-of-honor was a mystery to Blaine.
"I don't know but let's face it, he's the groom. I wouldn't worry about it."
Blaine's interest piked when he realized he was being talked about. He stopped buttoning his shirt and listened a little more carefully. He couldn't quite hear Mercedes' response but whatever she said made Kurt giggle.
"I'll leave that to the bestman once I know who he is."
Blaine's face fell. Bestman. They had been engaged for nearly 4 months and Blaine hadn't given any thought to who he was going to ask.
Once upon a time it would have been more than clear whose the job was.
Blaine shook his head and forced his expression to look normal when he heard Kurt say goodbye to Mercedes ("Love you, too, biaaaaaaatch"). A couple of seconds later Kurt emerged from the bathroom with that small content smile on his face that made his eyes sparkle. Blaine loved Kurt's morning mood.
"How do you do that?" he asked as Kurt started to flip through his calendar.
"Do what?"
"Talk and groom yourself at the same time. I can't even watch the news while buttoning my shirt!" Blaine said.
Kurt chuckled. "Speaker phone, Blaine. And in this hectic life of ours I have had to learn how to multi-task. Otherwise I'd never have time to talk to my friends," he said. He missed the tiny wince that Blaine let out. "Speaking of friends, do you have time to join me, Artie and Tina for lunch? Rachel might show up, too, if she gets off early."
Blaine didn't answer right away. He stared at the last button of his shirt, wondering if he should just leave it open, trying to push back some other, heavier thoughts. He blinked when Kurt suddenly waved his hand in front of him. "Huh?"
"Day dreaming, are you? I was asking if you wanted to come to lunch. Olive Garden? I know how much you love their bread sticks."
"Yeah, uh... No, I don't have the time, I have to get going. I should be going already, actually. I might have to take a taxi, I'm meeting Brian at the Staten Island ferry in fifteen minutes. Subway might take forever, it's always so crowded in the morning. Sorry, babe, tell them I said hi, okay? Rain-check."
"Sure... Are you okay?" Kurt asked.
"Of course I am, why?"
"You're rambling."
"I'm just in a hurry, I overslept. I'll uh... see you when I get home, okay? I'll bring dinner. I love you!"
"I love you, too!" Kurt yelled after Blaine before he rushed through the door. Once out he let out a breath, checked that he hadn't forgotten to put on any important piece of clothing in his hurry to get out of the apartment, and then started to make his way to the subway. He was in no hurry at all and he knew Kurt was well aware of this, too.
Which was why he wasn't surprised when Kurt cornered him as soon as he came home a little bit after six.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about what?"
"Whatever it is that is bothering you. Don't even bother to deny it," Kurt said.
"It's stupid."
"I don't care."
Blaine sighed, defeated. "I don't know who to ask."
"Ask?"
"To be my bestman."
Kurt looked surprised. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... I really like Artie, I do, but I don't think we've ever been in the same room alone together. But he lives here while everyone else lives pretty far and I don't know if any of them are ready to commit like Mercedes. Not that I would ask them to and I know you didn't either, it's awesome how she just... does it. I don't have anyone like her." Blaine slumped down on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV though it was turned off. Kurt sat down next to him, so close their legs were touching.
"Yeah, you do."
Blaine shook his head.
"Okay, so they won't discuss color themes with you or care what kind of tux you wear but I'm pretty sure they'll be more than willing to participate in the cake-tasting. They know us, they know you and they will want to be a part of this, in their own, special, straight as a ruler way. Just like, when they get married, you will help them in your own, special, very gay kind of way."
Kurt's little speech actually made Blaine smile a little. But then he shook his head again. "I haven't even talked to them since before Christmas. We're all so busy and we apparently are not that good at multitasking."
"So you'll schedule a Skype date, I'm sure you can all find an hour or two to spare. I swear, I won't even bitch about having to eat dinner a little later," Kurt smiled, playing with the hair right behind Blaine's ear. He always did this when his boyfriend was stressed out.
"Yeah, maybe," Blaine sighed. "I'll... think about it. But hey, our dinner for today is getting cold. I brought Mexican since you already had lunch at the Olive Garden..."
Three days later Blaine was again listening to Kurt talking with Mercedes. He himself was already in bed, reading Half-Blood Prince for the n-teenth time. He found Harry Potter to be the best thing to distract him from his little dilemma and had been reading his favorite parts of the first five books for the last few days. Surely he would find a solution hidden somewhere between the lines he knew by heart...
The book disappeared from in front of his eyes. He always became deaf when J.K. Rowling was involved and this gave Kurt the opportunity to sneak up on him. The slightly taller boy was now smirking down at him, practically on his lap, and without a word put his lips on Blaine's. At first they were sweet little pecks that then turned into more heated kisses. Blaine let out a quiet gasp when Kurt's lips moved to his neck while his hands tugged the hem of the t-shirt he slept in, silently telling him to take it off.
With a quick movement Blaine flipped Kurt around so he was on top and the t-shirt was soon lying forgotten on the floor. The small sounds of pleasure that Kurt made were enough for Blaine to completely forget about any worries he might have had. Blaine felt Kurt's delicate, long fingers stroking his bear back, so lightly it almost tickled. They traveled from the back of his neck, down the spine all the way to...
And that's when the doorbell rang.
"What the...? It's almost 11!" Blaine whined. The moment was completely and utterly ruined.
"Just go tell them to ef off," Kurt replied, falling back to the pillows. Blaine grinned as he realized Kurt didn't consider the moment to be lost. Ruined, maybe, but a lot of ruined things got fixed with some tender care...
"For the love of... I'm coming, gosh!" Blaine murmured and got off the bed when the doorbell rang again. He didn't bother to put his shirt back on, hoping that his bare chest would be enough of a hint for anyone behind the door to leave. Dragging his feet and wearing an expression of deep loathing, he got to the door.
Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't what he saw.
"Blaine!"
Before he could even really register who they were, he found himself being embraced by two sets of arms. After ten seconds of getting over the shock he finally managed to utter: "Wes? David?"
"In flesh!" David grinned as they realized him.
"Surprise!" Wes added.
"But... what... when... huh?"
"Oh wow, Blaine, you sure you wanna be a journalist?" David laughed. "Boston ain't that far, buddy. We came to take you bar-hopping. And Kurt, of course, if he wants to join. Where is he anyway, he's the one who called us."
"You weren't supposed to tell him that!"
Blaine turned around to see Kurt leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "You called them?"
"Yeah," Kurt admitted. "But I most certainly did not tell them to come in the middle of the night!" Wes huffed. "And I did tell them to give me a couple of days warning, too."
"Oh, don't be boring!" Wes said and put his arm around Blaine's shoulders. "Get dressed, husbands to be, we're about to show you real good time!"
Kurt yawned. "You can show him good time without me. Just bring him home alive, please," he said, looking pointingly at David who smirked knowingly.
"You sure?" Blaine asked. His tone made Kurt let out a little laugh. He sounded like a five year old asking for his dad for a permission to have an extra piece of cake.
"Let's find you something to wear," Kurt answered, leading them back to the bedroom. Ten minutes later Blaine was dressed, his hair just slighly gelled and still looking like he couldn't believe what way his evening had turned out. "Have a good time," Kurt said and gave Blaine a slightly longer kiss goodbye than when he left for work or school.
"No time for a quicky, there are overpriced drinks with our names on them waiting for us!" came Wes's voice from the hall.
"Blaine. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blainey, Blaine..." Wes slurred, patting Blaine's shoulder and looking very serious. The music was loud in a way that forced them to yell everything and the table in front of them was covered with glasses. Blaine himself had tried to keep himself under some control but was slowly but surely starting to feel the edges of his thoughts blurring. Wes was hammered, David was drinking a diet coke. "I need to ask you something."
"Yes, Wesley?" Blaine chuckled.
"Do not," Wes began, poking Blaine's shoulder. "-call me that! And this is serious, pay attention now, okay?"
Blaine glanced at David who was hiding his smile behind his glass. Then he turned his semi-full attention to Wes. "Alright, shoot."
"Has anyone told you about birds and trees?"
David almost choked on his coke.
"Birds and trees?"
"Hey, I don't know what you gay people call it!" Wes said, holding his hands up in defense. "But that is... not the point. Answer the question."
David was looking at Wes with a disbelievingly amused look on his face and could only shrug at Blaine, who was frowning at him.
"Well, I am getting married. So I would consider myself quite informed about... birds and trees." Blaine said carefully as he had no idea where Wes was going with this. It was a wonder how even in his current state, the former head of the Warblers' council still had an air of authority around him. No wonder he was in law school. He'd become such a good judge, he already knew how to handle a gavel better than anyone Blaine knew.
"Yes, you are getting married but still, Blaine, it's good that you know that accidents happen," Wes paused to hiccup."I don't want to hear about any srupize... surpies... surPRISE babies."
David spit out the coke he had just drank and started laughing so hard he almost fell off the bench. Blaine could only stare and wonder how in the world he had ended up from... making babies... to getting a lecture about babymaking from his best friend.
"I don't think you have to worry about that, Wes," Blaine assured. "We are not planning to have any babies."
"What, like, never?" David asked after gaining most of his composure back. "We live in the 21st century, you could have a baby if you wanted."
"Hey, we are still listing the pros and cons of having a dog!" Blaine said. He took a sip of beer as it could not make this conversation any more confusing.
"Yeah, but..." David began, struggling to keep Wes at an arm's length. The Asian had just decided to declare his undying love for him and neither Blaine nor David wanted to know why he wanted to get into cuddling range with David. "...isn't it something you should at least talk about? Let's say in five years you discover that nothing would make you happier than teach a little Blurt Hummel-Anderson how to ride a bike. You tell Kurt this and he freaks out. This is something you should find out now and not then."
Blaine bit his lip. "It just seems so... surreal. I mean, we are not even getting married until November and we are at no risk of having a surprise baby," he said and Wes nodded approvingly. He had settled on holding David's arm close to his chest as the other one stil refused to let him get closer.
"Well, just so you know, I'm all for you having very loud, fashionable kids," David said.
"Thanks, David. But seriously, you'll have to wait for those kids for a few more years, if they are ever to come."
"Yes!" Wes yelled, raising his glass. "No babies before marriage. Let's keep our baby-Blaine innocent, hmm? No need for everyone to be corrupted by sex and money."
"Wes, why do you think I was shirtless when I opened the door?"
Wes's eyes widened in horror and he stared at his friend as if he had never seen him before. Then he literally let out a wail and dropped his head on the table, knocking over a few glasses. David patted him on the back.
"It's okay, Wes, they do live together."
"But why? He's so in love and Kurt's his high school sweetheart for crying out loud and he's getting married to him! His high school sweetheart! It's like... It's like in Lion King! And I'm Timon and you're Pumba and he's Simba! And he's leaving for Pride Rock to become a king and Kurt's Nala and before we know it, we'll be babysitting his... his... KIDS!"
No music was loud enough to drown Wes's shriek and more than a few heads turned to see what was going on. David was laughing again and Blaine was trying really hard not to. He drowned the last of his beer and punched Wes lightly on the arm. Wes lifted his head, which seemed like a huge effort, looking absolutely devastated.
"You're going to..." *hic* "...forget about us!"
"I could never," Blaine smiled. "And I bet Timon and Pumba were Simba's bestmen." This caused David to stop laughing and Wes's eyes lit up so he almost looked 89 percent sober.
"Are you serious?"
"Oh, come on, who else would I ask?"
This was true, he knew it now.
"Blaine! You're the best gay best friend ever! I always wanted to throw a bachelor party! I am thinking hot nurse outfits and a couple of firemen for you..."
Kurt woke up to the sound of the door opening and very unsteady steps.
"Blaine, Kurt's a keeper," he heard after some irritated whispers and drunken giggling.
Kurt smiled. He had put an air-mattress to the living room and also put some sheets on the couch so one of their guests could sleep there. He had figured this to be the best solution as he had counted on David to bring Blaine home if his fiancé would decide to re-live some of his high school experiences.
A strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke entered the bedroom when Blaine, attempting to tiptoe, came in.
"I'm awake," Kurt mumbled, kind of afraid that Blaine would hurt himself while trying to be quiet.
"Oh, sorry, babe," Blaine whispered. On any other night Kurt would have complained about him falling on the bed with his day clothes but he was willing to let that go this once.
"Did you have fun?"
"Yeah. They are staying a couple of nights."
"Cool."
"And hey, I got my bestmen now."
"That's awesome!"
"Yeah..." Blaine leaned to kiss Kurt's temple. "Thank you."
"Anytime."
Blaine sighed happily and lied down on his side, his arm around Kurt's weist.
"Just don't let them off the hook for interrupting us."
"Of course."
AN: I started and rewrote this chapter so many times I have no idea what of it was in the original one...
Anyhow.
Wes and David will appear a couple of more time, I'd say, I had fun with them :) I just hope this story doesn't take a life of it's own. I have a few ideas for a couple of drama chapters... So Something Borrowed might actually become longer than 5,6 or 7 chapters.
Hope you all stay for the ride! I'll have some more plot development in the next chapter, I promise!
Good night y'all!