Blaine's face was stony. Perfectly stony. Not displaying a single emotion. He also didn't say anything… and he clearly wasn't being very open-minded. "It's… minimalistic," Kurt said finally in defense of his apartment.

"That's a word for it," Blaine said quietly.

"All my personal effects were stolen by a crazy guy Rachel invited into our apartment," Kurt tried to explain away, since it actually had happened once, but Blaine's eyes turned from Kurt's apartment to his face and then back to his apartment. Apparently, the tenor didn't believe him. "It's actually a fairly good size."

Blaine's sound of confirmation was so quiet it was almost nonexistent.

"It's very well decorated."

"That's the only thing you've said so far that I agree with," Blaine said finally.

"There's no need to be judgmental."

"Since this is Brooklyn," Blaine said with a sigh, finally stepping into the apartment, "I don't suppose there are any good bars around, because this is Brooklyn, but this place is making me depressed enough to want to go to one. And I don't drink much."

"Not everyone can have brownstones, Blaine."

"You could," Blaine said flatly, and Kurt couldn't deny it. "You have the money and the connections to get some of the best Manhattan real estate on the market, even some places I couldn't get with my extensive trust fund and rich fiancé and burgeoning music career." Kurt couldn't argue. Blaine sighed again. "So, since this apartment drives me to drink, I don't suppose you have any beer?"

Kurt did, as a matter of fact, and he grabbed two cold ones as Blaine sat on the couch. "My apartment's not that bad."

"You will never convince me that this apartment makes you happy," Blaine said, popping off the top of his beer with the bottle-opener Kurt handed him, "in the same way I will never convince you that Jon's a good guy." Kurt didn't say anything; he didn't want to have serious conversations either. "You are right though. This is pretty big for a studio. How's the rent?"

"Almost three thousand a month, but that's manageable enough," Kurt said with a shrug.

"More than manageable for you," Blaine said, but he didn't push it, so that was hopefully the last sly comment he was going to make about Kurt's rather lonely-looking and pathetic, if beautiful, apartment. "I had to pick out all the prayers and blessings with the justice of the peace today, and as I stare at your ceiling, by far the most interesting and personalized thing in your apartment-"

"Very funny," Kurt said dryly as he popped open his own beer. His ceiling was perfectly white, with no blemishes.

Drinking around Blaine probably wasn't the best idea (his best friend would be able to get anything out of him if he didn't keep his guard up), but if he didn't drink he would probably kill the tenor, so it seemed worth it.

"I'm starting to doubt all of my decisions," Blaine finished his sentence without regard for Kurt's comment.

"Blaine, it's fine. You've always been very romantic and articulate, I'm sure you chose good and touching prayers and blessings," Kurt said as he took his first sip.

"You don't want to talk about the wedding, do you?" Blaine asked, not even looking over at Kurt. It was amazing how he could pick up on the slightest touch of annoyance in Kurt's voice, and also terribly irritating in and of itself.

"Not particularly," Kurt admitted.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said with a sigh, downing about half of his beer in one chug. "Planning it has been the central focus of my life for so long that I think I'm actually beginning to forget about things I used to do in my free time."

"Like?" Kurt asked, seeing a way to get out of wedding talk until Blaine decided he was too tired and hopefully went home and slept.

"Writing," Blaine admitted. "I haven't been able to write anything since Jon asked me to marry him, I've been so focused on this. Thank anything-and-everything-above that I had a whole store of written songs that I had never recorded, or I wouldn't be able to put out a new album right now. Hopefully I'll be able to start writing again after the honeymoon, when I have more free time, because my stores are dangerously depleted. If this album sells well, providing the company doesn't actually screw me over in timing, they'll want a fast follow up, and if I can't write there won't be one and my market will be as rough as when I was a new act… maybe worse." Was that what had been worrying Blaine for the last few weeks, what was keeping him up at night, what led him to be so tired he had over-caffeinated into hysteria?

"I'm sure you'll be able to write. You'll have just gotten married. If you don't have a fuckton of new emotional situations to write about, you're not doing it right," Kurt replied casually, realizing that he himself was bringing up the wedding but hoping his innocent comment wouldn't turn into a segue.

"Fair enough," Blaine said. "Maybe I'll write one of those annoying, catchy engagement songs that are on the radio forever and get people interested in the artist writing them."

"When has that ever happened?"

"Train. Jason Derülo. Kelly Clarkson. Colbie Caillat… sort of."

"They all had careers before."

"Oh shush," Blaine insisted, then started giggling. He had finished his beer. "You only swear when you're tipsy."

"Well, I pray to anything that you're not tipsy," Kurt commented. "How many times have you gotten drunk since we met?"

"Well, twice when we were close, about a thousand between then and now," Blaine admitted.

"And for all of those thousand and two times, how did it go?"

"Never well," Blaine admitted with that same giggle.

"Right."

"I need another beer."

"Oh, boy."

"Do you remember the beginning of our relationship?" Blaine asked as they sat on the couch and watched Friends reruns that were over twenty years old. "We used to have to do this all the time. Your dad wouldn't let me in your room, even with the door open and Finn next door, so we would have to sit on the couch and watch TV and do homework and pretty much act like nothing but friends."

"He warmed up to you… eventually."

"I probably caused that, you know," Blaine said, ignoring Kurt's statement with ease. "The initial distrust."

"How so?"

Blaine started giggling. "If I had told you this then, you would have killed me, and you still might, but do you remember that really awkward week that the Warblers were trying to be sexy?"

'Gas pains.' The words reverberated around Kurt's mind, even though he had come a long way from teenaged insecurity about his body. "Distinctly," Kurt answered.

"Well, sometime during that week, and I can't remember when because it was a long time ago and I've lost count of the number of beers I've had-"

"We're going to run out soon," Kurt admitted. He'd only had three and there had been quite a few in the fridge, which meant Blaine was extraordinarily drunk, as someone who was a pretty bad lightweight.

"Good," Blaine said. "Anyway, during that week, I went and talked to your dad in the shop and told him that he should talk to you about sex because you two were so close and there was no way you were ever going to find out about anal at McKinley or Dalton, though there really should be gay sex ed there. There's enough going on to warrant it."

"You're right."

"I know."

"Well, about that too, but also about the fact that some… six? seven? years later, I still might kill you. You definitely, completely convinced my father you were trying to get in my pants."

"Uh-oh."

"Do you have any idea how awkward the conversation that provoked was? I still remember it, verbatim, it was that uncomfortable, and thus seared itself forever into my brain."

"Needed to happen," Blaine said without remorse. "You wouldn't let me talk to you about sex. Every time I tried, you started blushing and objecting."

"That's because every time you started trying to explain, I started picturing us doing what you were describing, and it would have become uncomfortable really fast."

"Or it would have kick-started our relationship a week early," Blaine added, and that was kind of a good point.

"I never would have made the first move."

"I know," Blaine replied. "To be honest, for a while there I was waiting for you to make a move, but I realized you never would."

"Why were you waiting for me to make a move?"

"Because of Karofsky," Blaine answered, so honestly that Kurt knew he was thoroughly drunk. "I thought if I kissed you and accidentally surprised you, you would forever associate our first kiss with that and never want to be with me."

"That's… probably pretty realistic," Kurt said honestly, because even though Dalton had made him stronger, he was still terrified of any unexpected physical contact back then. If Blaine had kissed him out of the blue, in a moment that it wasn't extremely obvious Blaine was going to, Kurt probably would have panicked, and they never would have dated. "It's strange to think that we might never have dated because of that."

"Imagine how our lives would be different," Blaine said with a laugh, but then the air was somber.

"Probably not by very much," Kurt answered, and it was the most honest thing he had ever said.

"Woah," Blaine muttered. It wasn't something Kurt wanted to think about either.

"Are you sure you're not high instead of drunk?"

"Shut up," Blaine said. "The point is… I was scared, and I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing for something that happened seven or eight years ago?"

"Yeah," Blaine said without explanation. "And I think we would be different if we hadn't dated."

"How so?"

"Personal growth. You were so afraid of sex when we first met, and by the end we were doing ti daily," Blaine said with a chuckle. "And as for me… I ended up at McKinley and got my head thoroughly deflated and… I think our lives would be entirely different if we hadn't dated. I mean, even as young as we were, that's a pretty big portion of our lives we spent together, like five percent, and it was a pretty transformative year too."

"You do realize we're not twenty anymore, right? Which means it's less than five percent."

"Shut up. You get my point."

"I do."

Blaine was quiet for a few seconds. "Imagine how it would have been if we had gotten together a few weeks after we met. We would have had an amazing first Valentine's Day…"

"You wouldn't have kissed Rachel…"

"Regionals wouldn't have been as awkward…"

"I probably would have returned to McKinley earlier…" Kurt admitted.

"And I would have followed you immediately," Blaine returned. The tenor rubbed his eyes, placing down his empty beer bottle next to the others on Kurt's coffee table. "Do you think we would still be together?" he asked, the same thing Kurt had been wondering.

"No," Kurt said honestly. "If we had gotten together sooner, I think we would have broken up sooner too."

"Justify."

"We were too co-dependent. That's why, when I left for New York, you were so… needy, and I wasn't around to fulfill those needs, so you found them somewhere else. It has nothing to do with the fact that we spent so much time together as friends; it probably would have been worse if we had been dating for longer. I think the real problem was that we were each others' first boyfriends. We had no idea what was healthy for a relationship, and we both ended up a little clingy and relationship-centric."

"Fair enough," Blaine replied. "But we would have been together for almost two years when you left for New York. I probably would have asked you to marry me before you left."

"I probably would have said yes," Kurt continued. "But you still would have cheated on me. We still would have broken up. I still would have said no, only it would have been the second time. And we will still end up on this couch, so many years later."

Blaine was silent for about a minute. "Are you sure we're out of beer?"

"I may have two more," Kurt said, standing up to check.

"Do you think Jon's right for me?" Blaine asked, and Kurt froze on the spot. How was he supposed to answer that?

"Blaine, I don't really know him."

"You know me. You know me better than anyone besides Jon, maybe even better than Jonny. Describe to me who you think is perfect for me, the man I should marry."

"Blaine, it's been a long time since I've known you that well."

"I thought we established earlier that that's a blatant lie," Blaine said flatly, and Blaine was terribly honest when he was this drunk. An only-mildly-drunk Blaine was much more fun.

"Fair enough," Kurt said. "I'll make you a deal, I'll try to come up with a list of what you need in your perfect man if you tell me what's been keeping you up. And 'stress' is a flat-out lie, so don't try it."

"I just told you," Blaine said with a yawn. "I know it's normal to have wedding jitters, and I know I love Jonathan, and I want to marry him, and I want to be married and have kids and start a life, but I'm not sure he's the one. I know I sound like an alarming mix of Ted Mosby and Elliot Reid, which seems like an ironic combination, but I don't want to be a statistic in five years because all the little things about Jonathan that are bothering me now have turned into big problems and our marriage is over because of the cop-out of 'irreconcilable differences' and our kids grow up in a broken home, or we never have any, and then I'll be jaded and bitter and never find that someone, that perfect someone. I love Jonathan, but I want to be so in love that I'm stupid and fearless and reckless and blissfully happy, and I used to feel that way, but I don't anymore."

"Blaine, that just means the relationship is real now, and if you still want to be with him even when it's hard, you'll make it."

"I'm not sure I can say, 'for better or for worse,' and mean it," Blaine said finally.

"Then take that out of your vows," Kurt suggested, and his ex-boyfriend rolled his eyes. "Nothing's changed, Blaine," Kurt tried to convince him. Why was he trying to convince Blaine to blindly marry an asshole? Well, he was drunk (he was more of a lightweight than Blaine, and that was saying something) and he was starting to feel guilty… he just wasn't sure what for. "Jonathan's still the same man you fell in love with, and if you didn't break up when you discovered he lied to you days before your wedding, you can probably make it."

"What if I can't write?" Blaine segued randomly. "I used to be so ridiculously, articulately in love with Jon that he inspired half the songs on my new album, even the cover songs, or at least the emotion behind them. Why can't I write in the portion of my life when I should be happiest? Maybe I don't love Jon enough. Why can't I write, Kurt?"

Kurt didn't get a chance to answer before Blaine chugged both of the beers still on the coffee table.

Kurt was woken up by a very angrily-ringing phone, and as he slowly woke up, he realized it was Blaine's, ringing like crazy with Jonathan's name (written in the phone as 'Jonathan Holloway-Anderson,' much to Kurt's disgust) flashing across the screen. This brought back dim memories of the end of last night, in which Blaine had chugged both of Kurt's last two beers, made some very raunchy jokes pertaining to Friends reruns, and passed out on the couch next to him. Kurt had fallen asleep quickly after, too tipsy to walk to his bed. As he sobered up (he wasn't hungover very badly, but he knew Blaine would be terribly light and sound sensitive upon awakening), he decided it wasn't inappropriate for him and Blaine to have slept on the couch together (even though it didn't sound quite convincing enough in his head with the double negative). He and his now-engaged ex-boyfriend were well within the bounds of appropriateness in sharing a couch. It would have been different if they were in his bed or something. As it was, Blaine wasn't touching him at all, leaned away from Kurt in his sleep. They were friends; there were no romantic feelings leftover. Blaine was getting married in… three days, Kurt realized, since it was Thursday now. The rehearsal dinner was tonight.

To get out of this now, Blaine would have to go nuclear.

Speaking of going nuclear, Blaine was going to explode if he woke up to that annoying sound, so Kurt took the phone into the bathroom and answered it. "Hello," he said cheerily to Jonathan, not expecting to get a nice answer.

"Of course," was the rather sassy answer he got. "You took our wedding rings and my fiancé."

"I didn't take anything. I gave Blaine the rings earlier today, and you really can't blame me for him deciding to crash on my couch, considering he's so stressed about the wedding, which he's practically planning on his own, might I add, that he can't write music and he hasn't slept properly in weeks."

"Look, Kurt, I don't know what kind of sad, miserable, lonely, pathetic life you're living out there in Brooklyn, but that doesn't mean you get to ruin mine. I don't care that you and Blaine dated for a long time. I don't care that you were Blaine's first fuck, and his first love too. I don't care that I will never understand the full history you have with Blaine. What I do care about, and what you need to realize, is that I'm marrying Blaine Anderson on Saturday. He will be mine forever. He will be Blaine Holloway-Anderson, and no week-long rendezvous with an ex-boyfriend, who broke his heart by dumping him through a rejected proposal, might I add, is going to change that."

"Yes, I did notice your possessive personality. Nice engraving, by the way."

"It's true," Jonathan said flatly. "Blaine is mine for eternity in three days. Property of Jonathan Holloway. So you can have as much fun with him as you want for the next two nights, and I'm sure last night was tremendous, reconnecting with my wildcat of a fiancé. Go ahead, I don't care. On Saturday, I have him forever, and that's nothing you can change, no matter how special you think your connection with him is." Jonathan hung up on Kurt as he would have expected, if his brain were still working and hadn't been blind-sided by Blaine's fiancé's last comments.

Jonathan thought that he and Blaine were having an affair, that they had sex last night. Considering Blaine had crashed as his apartment without telling his fiancé, it almost made sense that Jonathan would think that. What blindsided Kurt was that Jonathan didn't care. And if he didn't care that Blaine was cheating on him…

Kurt could not dislike this man more… but Blaine was marrying him in three days, and if he wanted to be anywhere around Blaine, he would have to deal with Jonathan… and Jonathan's family, who, if his sister was any indication, were at least more pleasant than Jonathan himself… and their kids, because he knew Blaine wanted kids more than anything, even with an asshole like Jonathan…

It wasn't his business, Kurt decided as he placed Blaine's phone down on the bathroom counter and headed out into the apartment proper. He would make breakfast, and hopefully Blaine would wake up to pleasant smells rather than his phone buzzing due to his fiancé.

"It's not Jonathan's fault I haven't been sleeping," Blaine said quietly from the couch, obviously having woken up at some point early in the conversation.

"You practically said as much last night," Kurt replied, glad he still had steel nerves from being tormented in high school and didn't jump at much. "So you heard that?"

"Your side. He seems to have said something that annoyed you."

"I'm fine," Kurt lied to Blaine, purposefully not looking at him. It wasn't his business, and if Jonathan really was cheating on him… but it wasn't any of his business. "Any requests for breakfast?"

"Waffles," Blaine said with a grin. "You've always made the best waffles."

"It is a talent of mine," Kurt said with a smile.

"Thanks for letting me stay here last night." Blaine stood up from the couch and stretched. "As terrible as my headache is right now, that was the best sleep I've gotten in a while. Maybe I should have turned to alcohol sooner."

"Maybe you shouldn't have to turn to alcohol at all to deal with your own wedding," Kurt muttered, mostly to the waffles. He had decided at some point last night that Blaine's panic was more than was healthy or normal.

"I heard that," Blaine said quietly. "Look, last night isn't exactly clear, but whatever I said… I was drunk."

"I know," was all Kurt said in reply. He knew that Blaine was the most honest when he was drunk, even if Blaine didn't know that himself.

"I love Jonathan."

"You mentioned."

"I'm getting married in three days."

"I know."

"There's nothing anyone can do to change that."

"Do you want to?" Kurt asked, not turning around to look at Blaine.

The tenor was silent for a few moments. "I might have to call in for those waffles another time. Jonathan will be wondering where I've been all night, and pissy from your phone call." Kurt didn't mention what Jonathan had assumed, and also didn't add that Jonathan didn't have a right to be angry about Kurt's reactions to his own poor attitude. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Kurt said, dumping out the half of the batter he wouldn't need if Blaine was leaving.

"Bye," Blaine said. Kurt didn't realize Blaine was right beside him before the tenor pressed a kiss to his cheek and then left.

Kurt tried to keep his mind off Blaine, Blaine's asshole fiancé, and what happened last night while he was at work, but he was definitely having trouble doing so. He didn't have anything to do until Friday except for the filler (he was having an easy week, work-wise), so it wasn't like being busy kept his mind from wandering.

It was entirely possible that Jonathan was cheating on Blaine, which was just… horrible. Yes, Blaine had cheated on him, once upon a time, but that was different. Now that Kurt was able to look at the incident objectively, he could admit that Blaine's betrayal had been semi-justifiable. Any partner being ignored the way Kurt was ignoring Blaine would turn to someone else for comfort and closeness. The only problem was that Blaine hadn't brought up their issues to Kurt first… but that was a long time in the past. Too long for Kurt to be worrying about it now.

There was absolutely no excuse for Jonathan to be cheating on Blaine. Blaine was… everything, there was nothing supplementary Jonathan could need, and Blaine would never do to anyone what Kurt had done to Blaine the first time. There was nothing Blaine could have done to deserve being mistreated like that, and it only cemented Kurt's convictions that Jonathan wasn't right for Blaine.

There was also the fact that Blaine seemed so hesitant about the wedding. Maybe he knew about Jonathan's infidelity, that was a possibility. There could be a past issue Blaine knew about but he assumed in his optimism Jonathan was done with that, or Blaine could be aware and just ignoring it because he loved Jonathan, or he could be completely unaware of his fiancé's (possible) infidelity. Kurt really didn't know what was worse. Kurt was willing to bet it was the last option though, because Blaine took cheating pretty hard, as someone who knew the adverse effects, yet could still understand the motivations behind it. Plus, there were a hundred thousand other reasons for Blaine to be hesitant about the wedding that weren't infidelity, some of which Kurt probably didn't even know about, and what Blaine was feeling seemed a little much for a simple case of cold feet. Especially since Blaine was the one who wanted so badly to be married.

Kurt's answer and savior arrived, leaning against his doorframe with a smile and an outfit that gave him a headache. "Hello, my darling," Isabelle said with a smile. "Musing over the leather pants scandal?"

Kurt knew answering 'what leather pants scandal' was a surefire way to get a speech on what exactly had happened and why Kurt should know about it, and while it would probably be a good distraction and good for his career, it wouldn't be helpful, so he answered, "Something like that… except not at all."

"So it's a man," Isabelle said without a doubt, sitting down on the other side of his desk. "Tell me all about it."

"I already have," Kurt said with a laugh. "Do you remember the conversations we had when I first started working here?"

"About Blaine?" Isabelle asked. "Of course. I only remember the name because of Pretty in Pink, but I remember every second of our first Thanksgiving together."

"I had no idea you were inviting so many people, but I know better now than to think you're not a social animal," Kurt said, and they both laughed.

"It's a fun memory, but why bring it up so many years later? You forgave him, and that's wonderful, but it's ancient history, 2012 history, and I want to know all about this new man in your life."

"You seem to be working on the assumption that the man on my mind is entirely new." Isabelle gawked for a few seconds.

"Blaine? Sweetie, I know I told you to talk to him and forgive him, but I told you that under the premise that you would move on, I-"

"Is, I haven't been pining after him for years or anything. I just… ran into him on the subway last week."

Isabelle sighed. "Sometimes it feels like New York City is the smallest place in the world, doesn't it?" she asked. "You can see the same people every day, no matter how much you change your schedule. So, you ran into Blaine on the subway last week, and you two are seeing each other again?"

"Blaine's getting married." Is was silent. "On Saturday." Further silence. "But I don't think he really wants to." The silence was killing him. "I think his fiancé is cheating on him." Was she ever going to talk? "He's a terrible human being, even his sister agrees." This was the quietest he had ever seen her. "Blaine hasn't been able to sleep, and he's planning the wedding almost entirely by himself, and his fiancé stole his bachelor party, and-"

"Kurt, I've known you for a long time, and I know what kind of man you fall in love with-"

"Is, Blaine isn't the type of guy that I pick up at bars, he's-"

"Just listen. I know you, and I know the kind of guys you fall in love with, and I know exactly how different they are from the kind of guys you pick up at bars. And if Blaine is really in over his head, if he's really made a bad decision and he really doesn't want to get married, that's a decision you have to let him make, because if you push him into it, he'll never forgive you. He's the kind of guy you love, so I know he's smart, and I know he's strong enough to make this decision even if he's scared, even if it's the hardest thing he's ever done. You just have to let him make that call, because otherwise you're the bad guy."

"What if he doesn't make it in time?"

"Statistically, over half of marriages end in divorce," she quoted, smiling.

"That's not what I mean, Is. I'm not worried about his wedding. I mean what if they buy a house and have kids and build a life together… and then Blaine realizes that all of his life decisions have been based on believing Jonathan's something he's not."

"That won't happen, because he's got an option besides Jonathan to consider, and I'm willing to bet he's been considering it."

"And what would it be, Is?"

"He has you, doesn't he?" she asked, turning her answer into a question as usual. "He's always had you, whether you want to admit it or not. That's why it's been so long since you did anything but pick up guys at bars for stress relief. And as long as you neither turn your back on him nor push him into making what you think is the right decision, he'll make a good call. And if his call is this Jonathan fellow, then you need to respect that. Because nothing loses you someone's respect faster than breaking up their marriage."

"You're terribly logical, you know that?"

"It is one of my strengths." Isabelle stood up. "And now, because I know you and I know that you'll sit here wallowing in your thoughts about Blaine if I don't do this, I'm giving you a huge project due tomorrow. Come along." Isabelle walked out of Kurt's office, trusting that he would follow.

"Awesome," Kurt muttered, but he had really brought that one on himself.

Isabelle's major project didn't give him one second to wallow at any point on Thursday (because he really had become one of those sad people who returned to their apartments to do more work… except for the fact that he didn't return to his apartment), and he woke up to a text from Elizabeth. The text proclaimed that the rehearsal dinner had gone perfectly, the gifts Blaine had chosen (she didn't bother to pretend they had also come from Jonathan) were very sweet, and the impromptu, drunken toasts would be posted on YouTube by noon. This made Kurt look at his clock and groan when he realized he was part-way into another workday.

"I assume you're not in your clothes from yesterday for the fun reason?" Isabelle asked, again at his door with an amused expression.

"Your completed project is in my outbox, you evil witch," Kurt murmured mostly into his desk.

"I think you need a day off. I mean, the man you're in love with is getting married tomorrow. Go… do something fun and spontaneous and preferably non-Blaine-related. Get laid, go dancing, do anything but sit at this desk. Off, off you go!" she declared before skipping out of his office, like some sort of wicked fairy.

"I never said I was in love with Blaine!" he called after her, and it felt partially true. He wasn't acting the way he was because he and Blaine had dated, he was doing so because he cared about Blaine, in a way that he cared about very few people in his life. Kurt grumbled a little more to himself as he stood up, packed his things, and headed for the train. He had gotten into the habit of getting on the 7 to Grand Central, and in his sleep-deprived, near comatose state, he didn't even bother to consider getting on the M near his office building. This decision, as it had many times in the past week, changed his destiny.

"You look… raggedy," Blaine said far too cheerfully as Kurt got on the train, and Kurt sat next to his ex without an argument. "I'm rather fond of my coffee, but I will offer it to you because it looks like you need it more." Once again, Kurt didn't bother to argue, sitting down next to Blaine and chugging most of the scalding-hot coffee without regard for his now-terribly-burned tongue. "Wow. You're… tired," Blaine commented, still smiley. "And in the same clothes you had laid out for yesterday." He cleared his throat and looked down at the ring on his finger before asking, "Get lucky last night?"

"Exactly the opposite. I got extremely unlucky, considering Isabelle saddled me with a major project that she wanted by today in the hope of… I don't even know what. I spent the entire night in my office; I haven't even been back to my apartment."

"I must now ask exactly why you are on this train." Kurt stared at him blankly. "What? Don't look at me like that. It's a reasonable query."

"Why is it a reasonable query to ask what I'm doing on a train headed towards my apartment when I spent my entire night in my office?" Kurt asked, barely having the energy to raise his eyebrows at Blaine.

"Because this train isn't headed towards your apartment. This is the 7, but it's headed west, not east. I'm headed for the A." Kurt signed. Apparently, his asleep brain had a mind of its own.

"Where are you going?"

"Shouldn't you get on the N and try to get back to your apartment? You look…" Blaine trailed off, probably in the interests of self-preservation.

"I'm sure I look beautiful," Kurt said dryly, and he didn't hear whatever Blaine muttered under his breath. "Where are you going, Blaine?"

"The 404," Blaine answered hesitantly. "I'm going to oversee the setup for my reception."

"I forgot that was this morning."

"I think you need to go to bed."

"So do you," Kurt snapped, and Blaine didn't have an argument for that. "I'll come with you. I have better taste anyway." Kurt leaned his head back against the wall of the car, ignoring the thought of how filthy it was, and shut his eyes, trusting Blaine to keep him awake and not leave him on the train in the interests of giving him time to sleep. That would not be funny.

"I would argue with you, but that's true, and actually I'm rather scared of you when you're tired. Remember that day at Dalton when you didn't have coffee?"

"Not particularly, no," Kurt answered, but he couldn't help but smile at the memory. He had almost torn Wes' head off when he suggested that they stay in Warblers practice for four hours because the basses couldn't get the harmony right. He was about eighty precent sure that Wes had soiled himself that day, even though Wes still denied it.

"Sure you don't," Blaine said with a smile, nudging his side. "I think you should go home and sleep before you turn into that monster again."

"I think if I really need to sleep, I will do so midday."

"And hopefully tonight?" Blaine asked, but Kurt opened his eyes to lock eyes with Blaine and grin.

"You haven't, perchance, forgotten about your own bachelor party, have you Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You didn't have to-"

"Well, I did. And I will be there and you will be there and Elizabeth will be there and all your bridesmaids will be there and while we did not get you strippers-"

"Good," Blaine added, and it sounded like he meant it.

"I promise it will be one of the most memorable nights of your life."

Blaine smiled at him softly. "Thank you."

"That's what friends do," Kurt said casually, leaning against the subway wall again. This time he fell asleep.

A/N: I really have no idea how much it costs to live in Brooklyn, so that is a very rough estimate based on some prices I found online. More next Friday! Yes, the bachelor party is coming!

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