A week before the wedding, Kurt got home – it was weird but nice to call Blaine's apartment 'home' - and was ready to settle in for the evening when there was a loud knock on the door. He stood up, slightly confused. No one ever just dropped by as far as Kurt was aware. Please don't be a secret ex-boyfriend of Blaine's. Please. He took a breath and opened the door, only to have two people push past him.

"Santana? Rachel? What's going on?" he asked, turning around and throwing a confused look at them as they walked towards Blaine's room. Crap. "Where are you going?" he asked slightly frantic. His stuff wasn't in Blaine's room – it was in the guest room obviously. Fuck.

"You are putting on your flashiest outfit, and then we're going out for your bachelor party" Santana replied, entering Blaine's room.

"What? I said no bachelor party."

"Kurt?" Rachel's voice floated out to him. "These are all Blaine's clothes. Where are yours?"

Excuse. He needed an excuse right now. Screw being angry about the fact that they organized a bachelor party after he specifically told Rachel not to. "They're, umm, in the guest room..."

"...Why?" Rachel asked, entering the living room again.

"It's-" Shit. Lie. "Blaine hasn't had time to clear out proper space in his closet yet, so my stuff's been living in the guest room." There. That should work.

"Alright, let's do this then." Rachel clapped her hands together and walked into the guest room. Kurt hurried in after her and held in his sigh of relief when he saw that he had made his bed that morning and his nightstand was virtually empty.

When Santana entered the room a few moments later she threw him an odd look. It made his stomach squirm nervously, but she didn't say anything, so Kurt decided not to ask.

"Alright, out of my closet Rachel. I can find an outfit. What are we doing?" He nudged Rachel out of the way and began rifling through his clothes, not quite sure what to look for.

"Your bachelor party. We're going to Adonis – you know, that gay strip club we passed by a few months back – but before we do that, we're grabbing some food at Footprints Café because it's cheap, delicious, and nearby. Finn said he'd join us, but that he's leaving before we go to the strip club because, and I quote, 'I might be his brother, but I don't want to see some naked dude giving him a lap dance,'" Santana said, doing a surprisingly good impression of Finn. "So if you want him there you gotta ask him yourself."

"We invited Tina, Mercedes, Elliott, Adam, and Chandler to join us. Mercedes doesn't get here for a few more days though, so it'll just be the eight of us."

"What's Blaine doing?" Kurt asked, hoping that someone told Blaine to show up there too. On second thought, it would probably be simpler if he weren't there. He pulled one of his tightest pairs of jeans out and matched it with a white long sleeved shirt, black button up vest, and a blue bowtie while they talked.

"Cooper flew in this morning and kidnapped him a few hours ago. I think I remember him saying something about having rented out some space and hiring strippers."

"I see you're all on the same wavelength then," Kurt muttered, heading to the bathroom for some privacy while he changed. He returned to his room a few minutes later, letting out a small sigh of relief when he saw that they were sitting on the bed, not poking through anything.

"Oh, come on Hummel," Santana admonished when she saw his outfit. "You have got to show more skin. I mean, those jeans are a definite yes, but can't you at least forgo the long sleeves? We're going to a strip club for god sake."

"Not to be a downer or anything, but I really don't think a strip club is my scene. Besides, I like my layers and it's winter."

"First of all, you're not allowed to tell us that a strip club isn't your scene until you've actually been to one. Second of all, I'm sure Blaine likes it when you lose some of the layers, just think of it as a favor to him when you get home tonight. I know Finn really-" Rachel chimed in primly.

Kurt glanced over at Santana to gauge the chances of her letting him out of this when he noticed her eyes wandering over to the nightstand. He made a snap decision and called her attention back to him. "Fine. I'll change. Santana," he sighed internally with relief when she turned to face him. "You know strip clubs better than me, and I trust your fashion decisions more than Rachel's. Come help me figure out what would be appropriate."

The strip club was not entirely what Kurt had expected. There were definitely plenty of hot, well muscled men, but the whole thing felt a bit forced. There was a bar on the right side of the room, a large section of seating in the middle of the room, and a stage for the strippers in the front. It was a little awkward, which was not at all helped by the fact that he was at a strip club with both of his exes. Plus, Kurt was honestly more than a little afraid to touch any of the seats. At Santana's insistence however, they all sat down at a table near the front. Kurt hid himself in the middle of the group, ordered a drink, and then began plotting ways to get back to the apartment as soon as he conceivably could. Everyone else however, turned their attention to the stage as the first dancer of the night entered.

Halfway through the evening, Santana sat herself back down at their table, just as Rachel was leaving.

"So I looked into this Foundry place that you're having your wedding at," Santana said with an accusatory glance at Kurt. "It doesn't have a waiting list. If I wanted a wedding there a month from now I could set it up, no problem as long as I was willing to be flexible."

Kurt gulped. "What is your point exactly?"

"That your little story with Anderson is bullshit. I don't quite get it though. Why are you guys lying about the whole thing?" Kurt opened his mouth nervously to speak but took a swig of his beer instead, hoping to avoid answering. "You're clearly in love with each other. You could have just told us all that you just felt like fast tracking your marriage. The two of you have practically been a married couple for years."

"We have not," Kurt scoffed, internally sighing in relief that she hadn't called their relationship into question.

"You totally have been, but don't distract me. I can tell you're hiding something," she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Spill."

Kurt took a breath before stepping into his acting shoes. As tempted as he was to just tell her everything after having a few drinks, he knew he couldn't. The more people who knew the harder it would be to keep it a secret.

"Maybe we were worried about people giving us a hard time about marrying so quickly."

"Hmm," Santana flicked her eyes up and down his body once before setting her empty class down and standing up. "There's something you're not telling me. And I think it has to do with the fact that none of your stuff is in Blaine's room. But whatever. I have plans to get drunk and not ponder your weirdness. I'm paying Mr. Muscly Weight Lifter over there to give you a lap dance, and filming it because you lied and thought you'd get away with it."

Kurt glared, "And in what realm would you expect me to believe you wouldn't do that anyway?"

"True. You best be here when I get back or else I will hunt you down and then post video of this to your Facebook page."

Kurt was about to call her back over, but decided he should just let the lap dance happen. At least then she would be distracted from her pursuit of the truth. For a little while at least. He sighed, finishing the rest of his drink. He was probably going to have to talk to Blaine about doing something to make it look like they were sleeping in the same room. Straight up suggesting that they share a bed wasn't going to work, because Blaine hadn't even considered it an option when he first moved in. Kurt was just going to have to set up a nightstand for himself or something in there and be extra careful about making the guest room not look as though he slept there. This was all too much to think about while tipsy.

To Kurt's delight, Tina sat herself down next to him, distracting him from his thoughts until his phone buzzed with a text. He glanced at his phone, noticing that it was Blaine, but refrained from checking the message to be polite.

"Go on, answer it. I know this isn't entirely your scene and you've stuck it out long enough to deserve a few texts with your fiancé."

"Thank you Tina, you're an angel," Kurt said, swiping the screen to read Blaine's text.

Blaine 11:05pm: I think Cooper got me drunk.

Kurt 11:07pm: Well you have exceptional texting skills for a drunk person.

Blaine 11:08pm: I am extremely focused.

*Incoming Call*

"Blaine?"

"Hiiii Kurrt," Blaine giggled into the phone.

"I'm going to slip outside and then you're going to tell me where you are," Kurt said, hugging Tina quickly as she winked at him.

"Cooper took me to this- this really great bar and I just want to live here Kurt. Everyone's so friendly and the staff just has bowties on instead of shirts and they're just so cute. But I want you here, you should be here Kurt. Why aren't you here?"

Kurt heard a sad little sigh on the other end of the line and couldn't help smiling in response as he stepped outside. "How about this, if you can tell me the name of the bar you're at, I'll come find you."

"We're at, umm, oh! Pieces Bar? Cooper got a room in back for us."

"Okay, I can be there in… twenty minutes if I'm lucky. Drink some water while you wait?"

"Okay Kurt, I can do that. Although the fruity pink drink I had earlier with the umbrella was so pretty…"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Blaine always had been a happy babbling drunk. "Ask if they'll put an umbrella in your water then. I gotta go, but I'll see you soon."

"Nooooooo."

"Blaine," Kurt sighed. "I have to go into the subway, I'll lose reception."

"Oh. Okay, bye Kurt, I loooooooooove youuuuuuu."

"Bye Blaine, I love you too." Kurt couldn't help the smile that he had to bite back at those words. He knew Blaine didn't mean that he was in love with him, but it always made him happy to hear that Blaine loved him. Beyond that though, while he was glad for the excuse to escape his party - it had probably been well intentioned, but a strip club with his exes and a few other friends was not Kurt's idea of a fun night out. Awkward maybe, but not fun.

Sending a text to Tina letting her know that he had officially bailed, Kurt hopped on the subway, hoping that Blaine wasn't really as drunk as he sounded. He was a notorious lightweight, so Kurt was banking on the hope that between some water and a pit stop for fries on the way home, Blaine would be sobered up enough to not keep him up all night talking incessantly. As adorable as it sometimes was, Kurt had things to do this weekend. Things that involved him being able to wake up before ten am without wanting to murder someone. He was also going to have to get Blaine out of the bar, but honestly, Kurt had never had trouble getting Blaine to listen to him while he was drunk, so this time probably wouldn't be any different.

Kurt showed up at Pieces Bar a little after 1am and was quickly let in by the bouncers only to find himself staring at a room full of men dancing in their underwear. He halted on the bottom step, not sure how exactly he was supposed to find Blaine or how he was expected to make his way through the throngs of people without getting way too much sweat - and possibly some semen (ew) - on his outfit. Pulling out his phone, he texted Blaine a quick 'Where are you?' before edging his way to the bar.

On his way over, a man in red boxers with some serious abs cut in front of him. "You look a bit overdressed sweetheart, would you like me to help you fix that?"

For the first time since he had gotten engaged, Kurt was relieved to be able to put his ring to use. "Sorry, engaged," he said, pointing to his finger and attempting to look a little bit apologetic.

"You too? There's a bachelor's party going on in the back. The groom to be turned me down."

"He's more of a biceps kinda guy," Kurt said, giving the guy a once over. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go track him down before his brother gets him to do something stupid. Which way's the backroom?"

The guy pointed to a door on the other side of the room looking slightly put out that Kurt was leaving. "Give me a call if things don't work out with your man," he said, slipping a napkin into Kurt's hand.

"Y-yeah, okay," Kurt stuttered, unprepared to have guys blatantly hitting on him, especially half naked guys. "I'm gonna…" he gestured vaguely towards the other end of the room before attempting to squirm his way through the crowd.

In a matter of minutes, he was across the room, stumbling slightly as he finally managed to work his way out of the crowd and into the backroom.

He blinked, eyes adjusting to the brighter lights and the calmer atmosphere.

"Kurt!" he heard Blaine exclaim before a body collided with him, hugging him tightly. "You came!"

"I promised you I would, didn't I?" Kurt said with a laugh, nudging Blaine off of him slightly so that he could greet Cooper and everyone else. "How are you guys?

"So, so good," Blaine said, beaming as he bounced up and down on his toes, clutching Kurt's arm. "Abs over there keeps bringing me the best drinks ever. Can we stay here Kurt? Can we just live here forever and ever?"

Kurt raised an accusatory eyebrow at Cooper while he wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist to keep him from falling down or wandering away. "Just how many drinks has he had?"

"Uh..." Cooper paused for a moment. "Four. And since you're already here, I'm trusting you to make sure he gets home safe." Cooper pointed at him before walking away.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Cooper's back before returning his attention to Blaine. "Alright, let's get you sitting right here," Kurt led them over to the bar before settling Blaine into a seat. "And now we're going to get some water in you before going home."

"Home," Blaine sighed next to him. "When we go home will you sleep next to me? I get so lonely knowing y- you're in the same apartment but not sleeping with me." Blaine looked up at him with a pout of his face, until he lost his balance three seconds later and ended up laying with his head on the bar.

"What's this I hear about separate beds?" Jeff asked, poking his head into the conversation.

"Nothing," Kurt said, blushing slightly while putting a hand on Blaine's arm to stop him from telling Jeff anything. "It's- well, before we got together we'd go out to the bar sometimes together and then I'd crash at his place, but not sleep in the same bed because he takes over the whole thing and I didn't want to have to deal with him snoring when I have a hangover."

"Okay, well," Jeff said, seeming to have bought the lie as his eyes slid from Kurt to Blaine, who had nestled his head against Kurt's arm. "You take care of him, alright? Are you heading out soon or did you want to join us for the real party?"

"We're leaving?" Blaine asked Kurt, blinking up at him with big eyes. "But the party just started and I haven't even gotten to wear one of the waiters' bow ties yet," Blaine whined.

Kurt sighed, slumping down in the chair next to him and signaled for one of the waiters to bring him a glass of water. "We don't have to go right away, but I want you to drink this glass of water," he said, pushing the glass that a waiter had just brought in front of Blaine. "We both know how much you hate hangovers."

"I haven't even had that much to drink," Blaine protested. At a raised eyebrow from Kurt however, Blaine relented. "Fine, I'll have some water. But you've got to try the fruity drink with the... with the," Blaine frowned in concentration."The fruity drink with the umbrella and the... maybe I should just drink the water," he decided sadly before attempting to chug it down all at once.

"Woah, slow down there," Kurt took the glass out of Blaine's hands and set it on the table. "No need for you to drink it so fast."

"I hear you two are leaving soon," Wes said, sitting down next to Kurt.

"Once he finishes his water, I think we are," Kurt told him, as Blaine pulled at his arm and started telling him how wonderful everything was. "I'd rather him not drink too much more, plus we've got some wedding preparations to do in the morning."

"Ah, well in that case I'll help keep Jeff in check when you try to leave."

Kurt smiled his thanks before turning as he felt a tugging on his shirt. "Kurt, Kurt."

"What is it Blaine?" Kurt asked, moving to take Blaine's had in his to stop him from doing any more damage to his shirt.

"You're so prettyyy, and smart, and cute. But, like, dirty cute," Blaine slurred, beaming up at him. "Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you. Kurttttt."

Blaine leaned forward a little only to slide off his chair and onto the floor, blinking up in confusion at Kurt, who wasn't even paying attention as he was still trying to process the things that Blaine had said. Sure, Blaine was drunk, but that didn't mean him saying those things wasn't completely meaningless... Sure he had made out with Rachel Berry once while he was drunk and had thought he was bisexual, but this was different, right? Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it would be safer to assume that it was just the alcohol and Kurt's outfit making Blaine say these things. The last thing Kurt wanted to do was make Blaine feel as though he had to call the wedding off because Kurt had taken a few drunken declarations seriously.

"Okay Blaine, up," Kurt said, standing up and reaching his hands out to Blaine who was still sitting on the floor looking confused. "Time to get you home."

To Kurt's surprise, Blaine didn't protest this time. "We just need to say bye to Cooper first and then we can head out."

"Cooper? Cooper," Blaine started yelling. "We're leaving now, Cooper! Bye!"

"What are you- Blaine," Kurt sighed. "We have to go over there and say goodnight."

"But I just wanna go home and cuddle with you," Blaine pouted.

Kurt barely restrained himself from leaning in to kiss the pout off Blaine's face. "Come on you, I promise you we can cuddle the moment we get home."

By the time they reached their apartment, the alcohol seemed to be wearing off Blaine, but he was by no means any less clingy or apt to profess his love for Kurt than he was at the bar.

"You're just so pretty Kurt," Blaine rambled, leaning heavily on him while Kurt tried to open the door to their apartment. "And your hair, how do you get it to swoop like that. It's so awesome and tall. Why doesn't my hair do that?"

"Alright you," Kurt said, finally managing to get the door opened. "I'm going to go grab you some more water, you go change." Kurt attempted to nudge Blaine in the direction of his room but was met with Blaine's stubborn pout.

"You promised cuddles."

"Blaine, sweetie, let me just get you a glass of water first and then we can cuddle," Kurt sighed, not even noticing that the endearment had slipped out.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay," Blaine said cautiously, loosening his grip on Kurt's arm enough for him to enter the kitchen and grab a glass from the cabinet.

Kurt filled the glass up quickly before following Blaine to his room.

When he got to the room, Blaine was sprawled out on top of his covers on his stomach. Kurt rolled his eyes at him before placing the water on his nightstand. He sat down on the end of the bed, carefully removing his boots before removing Blaine's shoes from his feet. Blaine wiggled his toes in response before sighing happily as Kurt settled down next to him.

They lay there in silence for twenty minutes or so, Blaine half sprawled across Kurt's chest, before Kurt tried to go to his room.

"Where are you going?" Blaine whined.

"I thought you were asleep," Kurt replied, slumping back down onto the bed with a yawn. "I think it's time for me to go to bed though."

"Just stay here."

"I have to change into my pajamas, and you- You should change too. I certainly can't sleep in these jeans or this shirt and I don't even want to imagine the ironing nightmare your wardrobe is going to be in the morning."

"Fine, promise you'll come back when you're done though?" Blaine asked with a pout, loosening his grip on Kurt.

"Sure honey, you should get changed while I'm gone though. And drink some of that water."

"Okay," Blaine mumbled, sitting up to tug at his shirt. Kurt watched a look of consternation grow on his face before taking pity on him.

"Here," he sighed, taking a step closer. "I'll undo the buttons before I go." He quickly undid the buttons on Blaine's shirt, trying to ignore the flush that was rising on his cheeks as Blaine watched him. "What?" he finally laughed nervously, glancing up to see Blaine watching him closely.

"You're pretty," Blaine sighed in response, clumsily leaning forward to lean his forehead against Kurt's. "And you called me 'honey' earlier."

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, tempted to just give in and kiss Blaine. He was about to throw caution to the wind and just do it, when Blaine pulled back, giggling.

"What?" Kurt asked, sucking in a deep breath to steady himself.

"You called me honey. I'm like a honey bee. Get it? Blaine - B?" he laughed, falling back on the bed.

Kurt rolled his eyes, the tightness in his chest loosening a bit with the broken tension. "Whatever you say. I'm going to change, you do the same."

Ten minutes later, Kurt had changed into his pajamas and was just about to climb into his own bed after doing his shortened skin care routine, when he heard Blaine calling out to him from the other room.

"Kurt? Kuuurt? Kurrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttt?"

He sighed, but was inwardly pleased that it apparently wasn't just a fleeting wish of Blaine's that Kurt sleep in his room with him. "I'll be there in one second, Blaine," he called back, scooping up some advil and his phone. Apparently he was going to have to share a bed with a drunk Blaine. It'd been awhile since they'd shared a bed when only one of them was drunk. This was going to be interesting.

He entered the room the find Blaine sprawled out on his stomach, "You came." Blaine beamed, lifting his head up a little bit. "Come sleep," he said, patting the side of his bed happily.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "You're going to have to move over first. And you should probably get under the covers."

To Kurt's surprise, Blaine rolled over, lifting the covers out from underneath him. His movements were clumsy, but no more than Kurt expected from him with the level of drunk he appeared to be.

Kurt climbed in on the other side, careful to not cross on to Blaine's side of the bed. Blaine rolled over to face him. "Come closer. You promised cuddles," he said slurring a little as he reached out for Kurt.

Kurt slid over a little, allowing Blaine to practically sprawl across his chest, inserting a thigh between his legs. Definitely not their usual cuddle position when they'd shared a bed in the past. He was just adjusting to it when Blaine shuffled a little bit and he felt a hand on his butt.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed out, "What are you doing?"

"I touched the butt," Blaine giggled.

Kurt squeaked, slapping Blaine's hand away when he squeezed the left cheek. "Blaine!"

"I'm drunk." Blaine hiccuped. "'m sorry. I shouldn't a done that."

"No," Kurt glared, glad Blaine couldn't see his blush because Blaine decided to touch his butt. "If you do it again, I'm going to my room."

"Sorry," Blaine sighed. A long silence followed his apology. Kurt had almost decided that Blaine must have fallen asleep when Blaine whispered, "Why did you and Adam break up?"

"What?" Kurt asked, rather taken aback. They rarely discussed their past relationships, or, well, boys, seeing as how they both didn't have much by way of past relationships. In fact, they only talked about them in a perfunctory manner while in them and then during whatever grief period the other needed after the implosion.

"You never told me," Blaine said, worming himself closer to Kurt.

"We broke up like three years ago. And dated for six months," Kurt pointed out.

"Yeah, but I've always wondered. I don't understand why anyone would break up with you. If I were dating you, I'd know not to let you go."

Kurt rolled his eyes, biting back a pleased grin. "Well clearly you need to make sure my next boyfriend gets that memo."

"You're giving up boyfriends for the next year for me," Blaine sighed happily, poking him in the side. "You're the besttt."

"We should celebrate that by sleeping."

"Nooo," Blaine whined, the pout evident in his tone. "You never answered my question."

"If I answer it will you let me sleep?" Kurt asked, rolling over a little so he was facing Blaine.

"Yes," Blaine nodded fervently.

Kurt sighed, deciding he might as well tell the truth. "He thought you and I were dating, or going to date, or something."

"Is that why he hates me?" Blaine asked.

"He likes you just fine. He said 'about time' when I told him about our impending nuptials, I can tell he's happy for us. Which I feel a little bit guilty about because we're lying, but that's a conversation for another time."

"He's going to hate me when he finds out."

Kurt leaned over, kissing Blaine lightly on the forehead. "Goodnight Blaine."

"G'night Kurt."

Kurt drifted off quickly, although he was fairly certain Blaine had mumbled, "He's gonna hate me," sadly one more time before sinking into the pillows.