Kurt had felt a little guilty selecting Bryant Park as the meeting place. Blaine and he had first broken up in Bryant Park, and then sang there together that Christmas, while Blaine twirled circles around Kurt on the ice and Kurt stumbled around like an idiot. It had a lot of meaning to him, even though that had been a long time ago, and he was sure that Blaine felt the same way. However, Bryant Park was six blocks from the Pancake Faktory, and it was the most convenient place for them to meet, unless they sat in Paley's pocket park on 53rd.

Kurt and Elizabeth settled at one of the tables near the fountain on the West end of the park. "So, I'm guessing we're meeting Blaine here?"

"You've already figured out how my brain works, haven't you?"

"You're just a touch devious, and you want this wedding to go smoothly because you love Blaine, not in a creepy-ex way, but in a best-friend way, even if you're not sure Jonathan is the right guy for your ex. Am I right?"

"Perfectly."

"When will he be here?"

"So, I got bitched out by Rachel this morning-" Blaine began to say as he approached Kurt sitting at the table a few minutes later. He froze mid-sentence. "Who's..."

"This is Elizabeth, your fiancé's sister," Kurt said casually. "We were just having a little chat about the best places to get breakfast in Brooklyn." Since the food at the Pancake Faktory had been pretty good.

"Oh, well, there are better places to get breakfast in Manhattan while you're staying here..."

"What the hell is he talking about?" Elizabeth asked, looking at Kurt with suspicion and just a pinch of amusement.

"Blaine, Elizabeth here lives in Queens. Coming into the city to get breakfast is just silly." Blaine was processing, Kurt could tell. And he didn't exactly looked pleased with the inevitable conclusion.

"Oh. I... I didn't know that." Kurt had no idea where Jonathan had told Blaine that Elizabeth lived, but he didn't look very happy. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," Elizabeth said, reaching up to shake his hand without standing up. "Can't believe I haven't met the man marrying my brother."

"Well, things have been so hectic lately."

"Yeah, but I've been seeing Jonathan every weekend." Elizabeth probably had no clue what Kurt was doing. She was just being honest. Blaine froze. Again. It was the second lie he had caught his fiancé in within a matter of seconds, so it was understandable that he was a little shell-shocked.

"Jon always tells me..." Blaine muttered, so quietly Kurt could barely hear him, and judging by Elizabeth's expression of confusion, she couldn't hear him at all. "Well, it's nice to meet you at any rate."

"So, what was our lovely crazy yelling at you about?" Elizabeth asked casually, and Blaine looked uncomfortably between the two of them. "Ah, I get it. Ex stuff." Elizabeth nodded sagely, but she seemed very amused. "So, sit down. Tell me about yourself, because the picture I've gotten from Kurtsie here can't be real if you're actually marrying my brother."

Blaine looked over at Kurt with a little smile. "Do I even want to know?"

"Probably not," Kurt teased back. Elizabeth was looking between the two of them with a rather interested expression.

"So," Blaine said, sitting down, "my name is Blaine Devon Anderson, I'm a singer and a musician currently looking into an album and opening for Florence + the Machine, yes, both of those deals are still going well," he added to Kurt without breaking his little monologue, or breathing, for that matter, "I went to Columbia with your brother, studying Music at Columbia College, um... I'm an Aquarius, even though I think horoscopes are stupid," Blaine was floundering for things to say about himself.

"He plays more instruments than should be possibly, speaks several languages, is worth quite a chunk of money-"

"Kurt!"

"And is just about the greatest and smartest person on the planet." Blaine blushed at that. "Even though he's too shy to describe himself as such." Elizabeth was laughing.

"Hey, there, Hummel, stop flirting with my brother's fiancé," she said, still chuckling, and the air got really heavy. "Ooh, I found the elephant in the room without looking for it," she added casually. "I'm guessing you two didn't end well?"

"That's what Rachel was yelling at me about," Blaine muttered, looking at MacDaddy ring rather than at either of them.

"Of course she was," Kurt said with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. "She was lecturing me too. She doesn't believe in tacit agreements." Kurt didn't mention the whole bit about cold feet and Blaine looking for excuses to get out of marrying Jonathan. That was the last thing Blaine needed six days before his wedding: self-doubt.

"I wasn't aware we made a tacit agreement," Blaine said quietly.

"And apparently she was right."

"Wow, this is awkward," Elizabeth said after several seconds of complete silence. "I am terribly sorry for bringing that up."

"Don't worry about it, Elizabeth," Blaine said, literally shaking the incident off. "We're both adults, and we can act as such, right, Kurt?"

"I thought that was a tacit agreement," Kurt muttered, and he didn't mean to be stubborn, but it was important. If Blaine wasn't over whatever had happened between them, there was an entirely different tone to the invitation to his wedding and their talk about relationships and how nervous Blaine was and... everything.

Apparently, Blaine didn't hear him, because he didn't address what Kurt had said. "Right," Kurt agreed after a moment. "It was four years ago. We're completely different people."

"Yes. You're getting married in six days." Apparently, that was all the 'different' Elizabeth cared about. It was what Kurt should care about too, but something was off. She looked at Blaine was she spoke, but there was a touch of ambivalence and ambiguity in her carefully-chosen words. "And on that note, I'm leaving. I don't believe in tacit agreements either, so I think you two should talk." Elizabeth plucked a Sharpie out of her purse and scribbled her number on the back of Blaine's hand. "Let me know if you want to talk about wedding stuff, okay?" She said before departing rather quickly, probably headed for the 42nd Street-Bryant Park entrance onto the M and home.

"So," Blaine said carefully after she was out of sight, "when exactly did we make a tacit agreement?"

"I assumed the whole 'you remember the last time we saw each other as well as I do' thing was your way of saying, 'we both know what happened, but we're both over it.'"

"I am over it," was all Blaine said in response.

"As am I."

"It doesn't help being in this park." That didn't sound over it. "Rachel told me about a theory of hers."

"Oh?" Kurt was going to kill her the next time he got the chance.

"She thinks that by reconnecting with you, I'm trying to look for a reason not to get married. That I'm, and I quote, 'manifesting my cold feet in your approval.'" Blaine looked up at Kurt and he was smiling. "Crazy, right?"

"That would be the perfect description of every theory of Rachel's, yes."

"Besides, what would that do?" Blaine asked him, and it seemed to be a layered question. "You liked Jon, didn't you?" How the hell was Kurt supposed to answer that without lying, or sounding like a jealous ex?

"I don't like that he lied to you," Kurt decided on, and judging by Blaine's sigh, he had said the right thing... or at least, the best thing for the conversation.

"I don't either, but I'm going to call him on it, and I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation."

"Where did he tell you Elizabeth lived?"

"Santa Cruz, California. It's just south of San Francisco," Blaine explained when Kurt gave him a blank look. "He's a little rough around the edges, I know, but he's a great guy."

"I believe you," Kurt lied, because he didn't know how to tell Blaine exactly how well he picked guys. Blaine saw the best in everyone, which often meant he wasn't a great judge of character. But now wasn't the appropriate time to tell him that. If he had made a bad decision, he was marrying it. It was too late now.

"Do you remember when we sang here?" Blaine asked with a laugh, looking over towards Citi Pond. "I was so obsessed with getting you back, but we were both in such a terrible place. I was depressed about you, and you had just found out about your dad's cancer." Blaine shook his head. "We were such idiots back then."

"Are we going to talk about it?"

"Yes, I'm just gathering the chutzpah," Blaine said with a little smile. "I'm sorry."

"That's the strangest reaction to a proposal I've ever seen," Kurt said, hoping four years wasn't still too soon to be making jokes. Thankfully, Blaine laughed.

"Even with all the sit-coms and rom-coms I've watched in my existence, and the fact that I've actually been proposed to twice, yours still remains the strangest reaction I've ever seen." Blaine was smiling.

"Twice?" Kurt had to ask.

"Jon asked me at the beginning of senior year, after we had been dating for about a year and a half, but..." Blaine was rubbing that damn ring again with his middle finger, his hands on the crossed on the table. "We had been going through a little bit of a rough patch, and I realized he was trying to do the same thing I did with you. So I said no. He didn't take it too personally, we fixed up our issues, and then at graduation everything was just... perfect," the tenor continued dreamily. Blaine blushed as he returned to earth. "Sorry, I-"

"How did he ask you?" Kurt asked, realizing that only by hearing Blaine's perspective could he find any good in Jonathan. Even his sister didn't seem to like him.

"Well, I graduated summa cum laude and he graduated magna cum laude, so Cooper and I were laughing about his fuming. I didn't even realize that his little storm off was for the purpose of grabbing a ring, but I wasn't too worried about it. He can be a little silly and a little diva-ish.

"My parents, being my parents, brought us all out to a really nice restaurant. They had gotten used to the idea of Jonathan and I, and they had given him their blessing, though I didn't know that at the time. Cooper kept teasing me about my runaway bride, which was a reference I should have gotten, but didn't because I expect that kind of insanity from Cooper, and I can be fairly oblivious, as you know.

"I had been wearing jeans and a t-shirt under my gown, but I knew Jon and a bunch of his friends decided to be the stereotypical group that wasn't wearing very much at all. I didn't ask exactly, but I have a feeling he wasn't wearing anything. I didn't realize until later he had risked flashing the graduation so it would be easy to change into a tuxedo in the parking lot.

"When he walked up to the table in a tuxedo, with about four thousand roses and a velvet black box, well, Cooper likes to joke that my jaw hit the floor and stayed there. I'm sure I wasn't that bad, but I was pretty surprised. After our first little ring mishap, I thought he would wait longer before he tried again, but apparently he had a lot more chutzpah than I do. I actually started using that damn word because he uses it so often," Blaine commented with a chuckle before returning to his story. "The proposal was actually pretty simple, he didn't give me a big eloquent speech, though he disclosed later that was mostly because Cooper would have ridiculed anything that came out of his mouth, but it was... perfect. It was completely perfect." Blaine had been deeply involved in the story telling, rolling his eyes and laughing, but he had that same blissful smile on his face as he had earlier. Whatever made him love Jon, he obviously wasn't disenchanted by the lies. For some reason, that just made Kurt mad.

"Cute story," was all he said, and if Blaine recognized his temper, he didn't say anything.

"Now that you have gotten me thoroughly distracted, I should return to apologizing for being an idiot. Admittedly a love-struck idiot who just wanted to be with you so much that I forsook common sense, but still a complete and total idiot."

"Blaine-" Kurt tried to interject, because Blaine was always too hard on himself, but the tenor stopped him.

"Kurt, we were in high school! We were too young to be getting married. For a while after that, I was really miserable, but then I realized we were probably too young to have the co-dependent relationship we had even before that. I can never justify cheating on you, and to this day, I will list that as one of the biggest mistakes I have made in my life, but we weren't ready for more. We weren't even ready for the relationship we had then. So, yes, I'm sorry for causing our complete and utter destruction, but not because I think we should have ended up together. I'm happy with Jon, I really am. I'm just sorry I destroyed our chance of being friends at that age because I was so desperate for your approval that I asked you the ultimate yes or no question. You had every right to say no, and I'm glad you did. I'm just sorry that I held the grudge for so long, that I severed our friendship because I was angry and bitter, that... I'm just sorry."

"You do know that being crazy and young and stupid and in love isn't a one-way street, right?" Kurt asked with a smile, used to the monologues Blaine spoke in when he was passionate about something. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry too."

"Of course I forgive you," Blaine said with a smile.

"Seal it with a kiss!" Elizabeth yelled, ducking out from where she had been hiding on the other side of the fountain.

"I can't believe you're still here!" Blaine yelped, crossing his arms over himself like he was trying to hide from her.

"I can," Kurt said dryly, and Elizabeth smiled.

"You seriously thought I was going to miss that? I had to know. But now I'm off, because my husband must be wondering what's taking me so long."

"If he really knows you, he's probably not that curious," Kurt added, and she grinned wolfishly.

"Very true. Catch you on the flip side, Blaine, Kurt."

"Are you tempted to follow her to make sure she's actually leaving this time?"

"Yep."

Blaine seemed determined to continue with the heavy conversation. "I'm not sorry we didn't end up together, we were... not a perfect fit is actually the only criticism I can come up with, but I am sorry that you haven't found anyone special. How long has it been?" That was not a question Kurt wanted to answer.

"Since there's been anyone serious? Not since you." Apparently, his mouth had taken over for his brain, because he did not plan to say that.

"Oh," was all Blaine said.

"The good news is that if Elizabeth didn't jump out at that particular juicy piece of gossip, she's probably not here," Kurt said dryly, and under any other circumstances it would have made Blaine laugh.

"Why so long?" Blaine asked, and he clearly didn't understand the concepts of minding his own business, or not bringing up uncomfortable subjects (such as romantic partners) with one's ex. Someone really needed to put him through cotillion. "What about Adam?"

"Adam and I kind of fell apart after I had been home for so long, and then he found out about what had happened at the wedding, and apparently he thought we were exclusive, so that ended. Then Adam told everyone that story, and I became a cheating pariah at NYADA. I haven't really gotten many opportunities since then because Is has a strict no in-house dating. So, perpetually single. Nice to meet you." Blaine didn't even crack a smile.

The silence was long and awkward, until Kurt's mouth took over for his brain again. "Does Jonathan drink a lot?" Kurt almost smacked his head off the table. Why had he asked that?

"Why did you ask me that?" was Blaine's response, but his face had gone stony.

"Elizabeth mentioned something." Elizabeth had been a bit rough about it, but it was possible Jonathan just drank too much around her.

"Jonathan was a little irresponsible with the drinking during college and, according to his stories, during high school, but he's cleaned up lately. I'm not saying he's a year sober or anything, but he never has more than two beers at home, and he only goes out to company parties where the strongest thing they serve is wine."

"Then why was he hungover yesterday?" His mouth needed to shut up. Seriously.

"I'm not saying he's perfect," Blaine replied with a sigh. "On Friday night he went out with some of his old college buddies, the ones that didn't wear anything under their graduation gowns, and yes, he drank too much, but it's not like he's a mean drunk or anything. He's actually a pretty happy and generally entertaining drunk, though he gets a little handsy," Kurt hadn't needed to know that, "he's just rather cranky the next morning. If I had known he was going to be such an ass, I wouldn't have set up the brunch. I thought he was going to at least try to act civil."

"Have you ever considered the possibility he's not exactly endeared to the idea of your ex being at the wedding?"

Blaine rolled his eyes at the suggestion. "I told Jon everything about our relationship, and even though I didn't exactly ask him about inviting you to the wedding, when I brought it up before he left on Friday night, he seemed to be fine with it. He was just cranky." There was obviously no convincing Blaine that his fiancé had any faults... which wasn't exactly a good thing. "So, why were you out with Elizabeth?"

"We were planning your bachelor party." That was all that needed to be said. Blaine grinned and hopped over a few chairs to hug him.

"Thank you." Neither of them said anything else on the matter. Blaine didn't mention that it had been a source of friction in their house since the decision had been made, and Kurt didn't mention that he hated Jonathan for stealing the bachelor party that was rightfully Blaine's, thrown by the tenor's own brother. They didn't need to say it; it was already out in the open. "I do have one more thing I could use your help on."

"Oh?"

"We have some last minute details to hammer out for the wedding." Kurt suppressed a sigh. Blaine couldn't be more wedding-focused if he tried. "We're having trouble deciding on a wedding song."

"Don't you guys already have a song?"

Blaine laughed. "For someone as musically inclined as I am, it is surprising that my life isn't quite as music-centric as it was in high school, but ever since Glee ended I haven't burst out into song in the middle of the hallway." Kurt laughed along, because yes, sometimes their high school had been ridiculously obsessed with random song and dance numbers, and he and Rachel had definitely had the chance to burst into song at NYADA. "So, no, we don't have a song, and we're having an impossible time deciding on one. I want to do something a little more modern-"

"Shocker."

"And Jonathan insists on a semi-classic song that isn't too cliched."

"Does he have a specific song in mind?"

Blaine took a deep breath. "Come What May."

"Oh," Kurt said in a breath.

"You can understand..."

"Yeah." They had always joked that would be their wedding song. For Blaine to use it during his marriage to a different man while Kurt watched... it would be the cruelest kind of irony. "What song were you thinking of?"

"You and Me by Lifehouse." That was really cliched, but Kurt wasn't going to say anything. "It's not incredibly modern, it's been out for... what, fifteen years? But it's sweet and slow and I think it would make a great wedding song."

"And Jonathan, not so much?"

"Exactly."

Kurt's first reaction was to say, 'it's your wedding, screw him,' but he had a feeling Blaine wouldn't like that reply very much, and that could also prompt Blaine to believe that his sex life with his fiancé was a good alternative topic, which... no.

"What about... Halo?" Kurt suggested, thinking off the top of his head. "It's romantic without being gender specific, it's perfectly danceable, I don't think it's too cliched, and yes, it's a little modern, but it would work."

"That would work," Blaine agreed, nodding slowly.

"Trying to figure out how to get Jonathan to agree to it?"

"Yep."

"Just pull out those puppy dog eyes of yours and I'm sure he won't be able to say no." Blaine smiled.

"Probably." Blaine looked over at MacDaddy ring, but then his eyes opened wide. "Shit, I have to go!" Kurt had never heard Blaine swear outside of the bedroom before. Apparently, with old age came a relaxation of Dalton standards. "I'm sorry. See you tomorrow on the train?"

"Definitely," Kurt said, but he doubted Blaine heard him as he rushed out of the park.

Kurt refused to admit that he was becoming one of those people who had no life outside of work, even as he headed home to do some work. Lunch was in order (he couldn't eat as quickly as the girls did, and he hadn't gotten enough in his system during brunch), and he was just drawing a bath as Rachel called him.

"Hello, irritant."

"Did you talk about it?"

"Yes." Kurt refused to stop the process of his bubble bath for Rachel, and he was attempting with medium success to strip and hold the phone at the same time.

"What did he say?"

"None of your business."

"Kurt!"

"Rachel!" he mocked her. "That conversation is between me and Blaine... and Elizabeth, who was unfortunately eavesdropping from behind the fountain."

"The fountain?"

"Bryant Park's Fountain Terrace." Kurt was not feeling guilty as he slipped into his bath. Bryant Park shouldn't really be a big deal if they were both over everything.

"Bryant Park? Really, Kurt?"

"It was near the restaurant we went to. Besides, it was Elizabeth's idea!" Okay, that was a lie, but what his crazy friend didn't know about, she wouldn't bother him about.

"You introduced Elizabeth to Blaine?" Rachel asked, and she sounded suspicious.

"Yes, aren't I nice?"

"Why?" Apparently, Rachel didn't believe in Kurt's good intentions. Kurt didn't exactly blame her.

"Why not?"

"Maybe because it isn't really necessary for the groom not related to the maid of honor to meet her before the wedding?"

"I disagree."

"Kurt..." Rachel's voice was ridiculously imploring. "What did you do?"

"He was lying to Blaine, Rachel!"

"Kurt! What. Did. You. Do?"

"Jonathan told Blaine that his sister lived in Santa Cruz, California and then snuck away to see her every weekend and lied to Blaine about where he was! Does that seem like the trademark of a healthy relationship to you?"

"It seems like none of your business to me."

Kurt snorted. "You're one to talk about sticking one's nose where it doesn't belong, really, you are."

"I very rarely interfere with weddings. Especially weddings happening within a week!"

"Very rarely isn't never."

"That is so not my point. Kurt, I know you care about Blaine and you always have, but you can't interfere with his relationship like this. You just reconciled with him, do you really want to ruin that by undermining his upcoming nuptials? I don't know if Jonathan is the best thing for Blaine, I don't, but neither do you. You don't know Blaine anymore, and you certainly don't know his fiancé, so I think you need to back off. Who knows? Maybe he's just having a bad week. Maybe he's nervous about the wedding. You don't know."

"What exactly is it that you think I'm trying to do here, Rachel?" Kurt asked, because she made it sound like he was sabotaging something that was perfectly fine. It was true he didn't know much about Jonathan or his relationship with Blaine, but he didn't like the tenor's fiancé lying to him or stealing the bachelor party Cooper had probably been planning for years, and he wasn't sabotaging anything anyway.

"You do realize how jealous you sound, right?" Rachel asked. "I don't know if you're just jealous because he's getting married, or you're jealous because it's Blaine, but you're undoubtedly going to do something stupid, and I don't want whatever it is that you do to wreck Blaine's marriage."

"Why would I want to ruin Blaine's happiness?"

"Because you don't believe that Jonathan will actually make Blaine happy. But that's not your decision to make, Kurt! It's Blaine's."

"And I would never take that decision away from him."

"Keep telling yourself that." Rachel hang up and Kurt let himself sink below the bubbles for a moment.

Of course he was a little jealous that Blaine was getting married when he hadn't seen anyone seriously since Blaine, but that didn't mean he was jealous of Jonathan or guaranteed to ruin Blaine's wedding. If anything, he was just trying to plan an awesome bachelor's party and make sure that the wedding went smoothly, even if he didn't like Jonathan. And he really didn't.

His phone rang again, and Kurt was tempted not to answer, ready to bet anything he owned that it was Rachel calling to bitch him out again about her completely illogical claims he was jealous of Jonathan marrying Blaine. He knew it would be so much worse later if he didn't answer, though.

"What?"

"Well, that's a lovely way to answer the phone. Is that how you sound when Blaine calls?" She was teasing, hopefully.

"Elizabeth. Lovely to hear from you. It's been so long."

"So much sass. I have an idea for Blaine's bachelor party, and I think you'll love it."

"I'm listening."

Monday morning was possibly the most lethargic Kurt had been since high school. He trudged into work about ten minutes late (not that Is even noticed, too busy setting up the issue that was supposed to be topped by the cover he had to have designed by the end of the day), and he drowsed through most of the morning, glad he had spent time on the cover the day before.

The reason for his fatigue was Elizabeth. They had been up for a good portion of the night hammering out details of an amazing bachelor party that would be perfect for Blaine on Friday night, and then he'd worked on the cover after that, wide awake on excitement and adrenaline. It was hard to believe that Blaine was getting married on Saturday, but at least they would be sending him off in style.

"Southbound today," Blaine said casually as Kurt sat next to him on the subway.

"Oh?" What could Blaine be doing below 42nd?

"This is possibly the most roundabout route ever, but I was wondering if you would like to come with me to the 404."

"The place you're getting married? In West Midtown?" There was no logical route between the 7 and West Midtown.

"404 10th Avenue, yes. Don't worry, I have a plan, but it does involve Grand Central." Kurt groaned.

"Not again."

"The 7 to Grand Central and onto the 4 to Union Square and onto the L to 14th Avenue and onto the A headed for 34th Street-Penn Station. Sound good?"

"Why exactly am I following you to the ends of the earth?" Kurt asked, but that definitely wasn't a no. Not even close.

"Because I have to pick out a wedding singer and I love Jonathan, but he's completely tone deaf. I got him to agree on Halo for our first dance, thank you for the suggestion, but we still need to pick a singer and a song for the... entrance part," Blaine finished rather lamely.

"Aw, you mean Cooper doesn't get to walk you down the aisle?" Kurt teased his ex about one of Cooper's suggestions from a million years ago.

"Shut up," Blaine said with a laugh, "don't encourage him. Anyway, I'm auditioning a handful today, and I wanted to show you where the wedding was because I'm willing to bet you don't spend much time in Midtown."

"Theatre District or bust," Kurt agreed. "You could have just asked me to meet you at Penn Station."

"But that wouldn't have been nearly as fun. I've been on almost every subway line in the city today." Kurt raised an eyebrow at his friend. "It's been a weird and long day, but I've finally met the full wedding party and confirmed flowers and caterers, and... I had no idea how stressful this process would be."

"You should try doing it in two weeks."

"I still have no idea how you did that."

"It did help that I didn't have to fly many people in."

"Very true. Anyway, will you come to the auditions with me? Jonathan is working and I just want a second opinion. Wedding decisions make me nervous. But I understand if you want to go on to Bleecker Street and go home."

"No, I'll come." Kurt didn't say what he was thinking. Why did he and Blaine have to come up with the wedding dance, rather than Jonathan and Blaine? Why did he have to be the one to introduce Blaine to Jonathan's sister? Why was he helping Blaine pick out a singer instead of Jonathan? He had only been a part of this process for a few days and he was already making decisions. It was like he was the one getting married, only he wasn't getting anything out of the planning.

"Great. I've been stressed about this for weeks. Wes even volunteered to get all the old Warblers back together, in full uniform, might I add, if I couldn't find anyone, that was how much I complained and stressed, but I have friends in the music world and Jonathan got suggestions from his co-workers, and I've already auditioned quite a few, but I haven't found one I really like and now it's only five days until the wedding and-"

"Blaine!" Kurt cut off his rambling. "Calm down. I'm sure you'll find the perfect wedding singer, even if you have to drag Adam Sandler out of retirement." That made Blaine laugh and calm down.

"I really don't want Robbie going all Casualty of Love on my wedding, thanks all the same," Blaine said with a smile. "I think after today, the only thing I have to worry about is picking the wedding rings up tomorrow, and I have no idea how I'm going to do that."

"What do you mean?" Shouldn't they already have their wedding bands?

"We mixed up our sizes on the form, which means he fits my ring and I fit his, which wouldn't be a big deal if they weren't engraved. I sent them to get resized, and I'm supposed to pick them up tomorrow, but Florence + the Machine, as well as all their producers and agents and other musical annoyances, are flying in from their tour in Singapore to meet with me, so we're meeting on the West Coast and I leave for my six hour flight at eight in the morning, which means I'll get there at two our time, which is really eleven their time, and our meeting is at noon, and it'll probably take two to three hours of contract signing and other things, which means I'll leave at three their time, which is six our time, and then get back here at around midnight our time. Unless I go get those rings at four AM..." Blaine sighed and put his head in his hands.

"Where are they getting resized?" And yet again, Kurt was stepping into the dutiful role of backseat fiancé.

"Tiffany's." Kurt whistled before he could help it. Yes, he knew Blaine had family money, and Jonathan certainly made a lot with his job, but still. "It was the nearest jewelry store that was given great reviews on customer service," Blaine explained away with a shrug.

"I could take the F from 42nd Street to 57th Street and pick up the rings on my lunch hour." Kurt tried not to sigh. Why was he doing this? Because he was an idiot, and he was trying to prove to his ex-roommate that he wasn't jealous. Logically, this was beyond the realm of what an ex should be doing for their former partner's wedding.

"You may be the best person in the history of ever," Blaine said, grabbing him in a hug, and Kurt could tell just by how tight the tenor held him how stressed out he was, and the countertenor couldn't renege on his offer, even if he wanted to. He would just grab lunch at the Starbucks on that block.

"You're welcome," Kurt muttered, trying not to sound too gruff. Not that he could really pull gruff off.

A/N: I'm sorry this is a day late, I was very tired yesterday, and I forgot. More Friday :)

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