Blaine woke him up so they could switch trains, and again so they could get off the subway, and by the time they reached 34th Street, Kurt was feeling much more awake, but still yawned as they walked towards the 404. "What needs to be set up?"
"The dance floor needs to be cornered off, which shouldn't require my supervision, and the wall will be set up with our collage of pictures from babies to wedding. The tables all need to be set up, but I haven't quite decided on the design yet-"
"You've micromanaged everything, and that's what you neglected?" Kurt asked, and Blaine chuckled.
"Shut up. I have a few really pretty designs that I need to decide on, and that is why I invited you. You're an expert on pretty."
"Now you're just flattering me," Kurt said with a laugh. "And you only invited me when I got on the wrong train coming out of work at 10 in the morning. You really can't claim that you expected me to show up."
"I… have no argument for that," Blaine said, smiling. "However, I am glad you came. And if I may ask, what exactly are we doing for my bachelor party?"
"Blaine Anderson, that is a surprise!" Kurt put effort into sounding affronted, but his attempt wasn't very good. "Surprise bachelor parties are a tradition, and not one that I plan to let you skip. Be glad we didn't kidnap you."
"I was actually rather afraid that you were going to. A certain, crazy brother of mine kidnapped a very unamused Jonathan out of our bed at four this morning and didn't let him put on any clothes before they left, promising me that I would never know what will happen in the next twenty-four hours, but that Jon would be returned to me 'physically healthy.' Sometimes he really scares me."
"Jonathan?"
"Cooper."
"Can't blame you on that one," Kurt said as they turned into the 404. "I remember his acting classes. It's amazing that he actually lands movies now, and what is this I hear about him being signed onto a cop show as the main character? Isn't that his lifelong dream?"
"All rumor, I believe," Blaine said as he gestured to a large group of men that were wearing 404 maintenance uniforms and seemed unhappy to be alive. "I haven't heard anything about it, at least, and Cooper knows I will kill him if he signs anything big without telling me first."
"Maybe he's just waiting until after the wedding," Kurt suggested.
"Good morning, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hummel," the receptionist said with a smile, typing rather rapidly on her computer.
"She knows who I am?" Kurt asked, looking back at the desk in momentary distraction.
"Yes, she asked the last time you were here. The administration likes to control who leaves and enters the building," Blaine explained away.
"Anyway, Jonathan's probably told Cooper how long your secret honeymoon is going to be, maybe Cooper's waiting to tell you big news until after that because he doesn't want to stress you out on your wedding weekend?"
"Cooper's very existence stresses me out, and he's my best man," Blaine pointed out as they rode the chrome elevator up again. "Do you think my wedding's going to be perfect?" Blaine asked, the normal kind of day-before-the-wedding nerves catching up to him.
"Honestly, I think a bunch of little things are going to go wrong, and I think you think now that those are the important things, but they're not, and I know that by the end of the day you'll be incredibly happy, no matter what happens," Kurt said honestly, because getting married, in the end, was all about who you were marrying, not what or where or when.
"You should be a motivational speaker," Blaine commented, looking up at the ceiling.
"You're welcome." Before Kurt could say anything else sassy, the elevator dinged, and they were at the amazing place where Blaine would be married in less than forty-eight hours.
"Okay!" Blaine said, starting to hand out and give directions to the set-up team. The bar was already set up and they were already sticking up pictures of Blaine and Jonathan all over one wall, backlighting them with purple. "There are two designs that I'm deciding between, and I need to make the decision within the next five minutes." Blaine pulled out two more pictures and showed them to Kurt for comparison.
They were equally beautiful, which wasn't shocking because Kurt knew Blaine had good taste; all the Andersons did. The first design was individual tables, draped in white with beautiful lilac centerpieces. The purple on the table tied into the chairs as well, since they were draped in similar white fabric, with purple bows wrapped around the backs. There were flameless candles in the centerpieces, and the ambience created in the room was beautiful. The suggestions Blaine was showing him were definitely taken from the 404 website (which Kurt had checked out earlier), because it was obvious to Kurt that the room in the background of both pictures was in fact the room they were standing in.
The second design was also beautiful. Blaine must have designed the rest of the room so either would work, since this one was more spread out. The tables were rather simple, covered in the same white fabric with blue-accented centerpieces and the same flameless candles, but the chairs were bare, thick gold wire with white seat cushions that looked rather comfortable. The intriguing part of the design was the number of tables: three, at least in the picture. Instead of having many small tables, there were three long tables, each with about thirty chairs on each side. Blaine would probably need more seating, but if Kurt considered the design as a reduced scale, it was beautiful.
"Wow, Blaine," Kurt said appreciatively, and Blaine smiled.
"Don't give me too much credit, I stole the designs off the website."
"I can tell," Kurt admitted, "but I'm sure there were hundreds of pictures and options, and you chose two good ones. However, you do not think like a party planner, and this whole decision comes down to one question: how well do your guests know each other?"
"What?" Blaine asked, more of an exclamation of surprise than a real question, and Kurt waited for him to process. "Um, not very well, I guess. It's kind of a diverse crowd, with business associates of Jonathan's, and the Warblers, and my musical boho type friends-"
"Then I would go with the individual tables," Kurt suggested. "These huge tables are great for small weddings, where all the guests are intimately acquainted. In a larger setting, it just leads to people having no one to talk to, fragmented conversations, and awkwardness."
"I planned them so everyone would be near-" Blaine tried to interject, but Kurt stopped him.
"Blaine, trust me. Unless you're cutting down your wedding by about a thousand people, the individualized tables will be better. People will have more fun, and no one will feel socially awkward, even if they don't know anyone. It's easier to make friends in a small pool, such as a six-person table, rather than being thrown in the deep end of a very large one."
"Like high school," Blaine said, in what Kurt assumed was agreement. "You're right, of course." Blaine called out the instructions to the maintenance men, calling it 'Design 1,' and then turned back to Kurt with a slight frown. "I honestly thought you would pick the other one."
"Why is that?"
"I thought you would think it's prettier," Blaine admitted, sounding a little bit sad that he had been unable to pick out Kurt's option. He used to be fantastic at reading Kurt's mind.
"It is prettier," Kurt assured his ex, "but it's not as practical for a wedding as diverse and large as yours. This is the more practical option."
"I really should have hired a wedding planner, huh?" Blaine asked ruefully. "I thought I could do it all by myself, and it would make my wedding more personal, but there's so much to do and there are so many people and-"
"Blaine, you don't need to hire a wedding planner," Kurt assuaged the idiot's fears before he could get in too deep. "You're lucky enough to have run into the best one in the city on the subway last week," Kurt said with a grin, making Blaine smile at his cocky attitude.
"But of course," Blaine agreed with a laugh. "Want compensation?"
"Blaine, you don't have to pay me," Kurt assured him. "I would do anything for you."
"I…" Blaine seemed kind of frozen, and Kurt realized his faux pas.
"I don't mean it like that," Kurt tried to correct himself. "I just mean… it's your wedding, Blaine, and I want it to be anything you want and everything you've ever imagined."
"The same with my fiancé, of course?" Blaine asked very sarcastically.
"You know how I feel about him." Kurt wasn't sure if he was referring to a consideration for Jonathan's desires regarding the wedding, or wanting Jonathan to be everything Blaine had ever wanted, but his answer still stood.
"I do," was all Blaine said in response, and Kurt's stomach tightened a little about the idea of Blaine saying those exact words tomorrow in an entirely different context.
"Are there any other last minute panic attacks you need to have about the decorations, or can I go home and get some sleep before your bachelor party?" Kurt asked, trying to pretend like he had never said what he had just said and thus far failing.
"I know it's all very secretive, but am I at least allowed to ask when I'll be home?"
"After your fiancé," Kurt promised him with a wicked grin, even though he didn't believe that to be true, and Blaine looked suitably terrified.
"I think I'm more scared of a bachelor party thrown by you than I am of a bachelor party thrown by Cooper, and that's saying something," Blaine said with a visible gulp, and Kurt smiled.
"Don't worry, I can make Jonathan the same promise: you won't be physically harmed. Probably," Kurt qualified, and Blaine's eyes widened. "I'm going to go squeeze a week's worth of sleep and coffee into the next four hours, meet me at the Central Park South Entrance at two thirty," Kurt said, waving to Blaine ask he left. The poor boy looked completely shell shocked and still rather terrified as Kurt walked away. In reality, Blaine's bachelor party was probably going to be pretty tame compared to what Copper had planned for Jonathan (and Kurt had to wonder whether Cooper had met Jonathan, what he thought of the man marrying his little brother, and if those feelings would have any effect on how hard they partied until Saturday morning. Knowing Cooper, it was quite possible he was torturing, terrifying, and threatening Jonathan on Blaine's behalf as they spoke. It was a comforting thought), but it would still be memorable. Hopefully very memorable, maybe even in a way Saturday wouldn't be.
Isabelle's advice was still ringing in his ears, and Kurt had made up his mind to listen to her. Even if she was wrong about him being in love with Blaine. He was far, far away from falling back in love with Blaine, no matter how much she thought she knew about him. Isabelle was crazy, almost as crazy as Rachel, something he had known for years. He only took her advice because she was far more experienced in men then he was, and that would always be the case.
Kurt didn't get much sleep in his four hour reprieve between the events of Blaine's wedding (and he was probably as sleep-deprived as the Groomzilla at this point), but he managed to chug plenty of coffee from little bodegas all over the town, taking a walk around one thirty to help clear his head. After his little caffeinated jaunt, he hopped on the L into the city, taking the F and then the R straight to the Central Park South Entrance. On the subway, headed towards Blaine, he texted the bridesmaids and told them where he was meeting Blaine, getting enthusiasm from all of them, even though most didn't know what they were doing. Elizabeth and Kurt had planned the whole thing, because they knew Blaine the best.
Kurt arrived at Central Park first, grinning wickedly as soon as he saw Blaine standing in the middle of the square, picking at a loose thread on his jacket absentmindedly. He was wearing jeans and black jacket, a colorful toque making him easy to spot, and Kurt pushed away thoughts of how adorable he looked. His hair was only half-gelled, probably from being pulled at due to stress, and the nip in the air made his nose and ears red. "Hey, there," Blaine said with a smile, giving Kurt a hug as soon as the countertenor was close enough. "Where to?"
"First, we wait," Kurt said with a smile, standing next to Blaine and ignoring the curious looks he was getting from the groom-to-be.
"You're not going to tell me anything, are you?"
"Not a chance." Blaine huffed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he waited patiently.
"Not even going to tell me what we're waiting for?"
"You'll see soon enough," Kurt said, and he was having a little bit of fun torturing Blaine. He deserved a bachelor party full of surprise and excitement, and even Barney agreed that during a man's bachelor party, he should at some point fear for his life. Kurt was starting with that one. "Just be glad you weren't kidnapped." Blaine didn't say anything.
They were only waiting for about five minutes before the limo pulled up. "Hey!" Elizabeth yelled from the sunroof, popping some champagne clumsily and spilling some over the side of the bottle and the side of the limo. "Who's ready to party?"
"Oh, dear God," Blaine muttered quietly, but Kurt didn't give him much choice before stuffing him into the limo with the seven bridesmaids, nodding to the driver. Roxy Music was playing, as a salute to Blaine's strange musical tastes, and it looked like most of the bridesmaids had already started on the champagne.
"Happy bachelor party, bro," Elizabeth said as she slid down from the roof, pouring Blaine's glass with extreme accuracy for someone who was tipsy. Guess she didn't want to waste anything. "And don't worry about the limo, this is all on your fiancé's dime," she said, raising her glass, and everyone laughed and raised a glass. "You want some Kurt?"
"I certainly don't want to be the only sober person in this limo," Kurt agreed, and Elizabeth handed him a glass. "Let's go!"
"First location!" Elizabeth hollered at the driver, who pulled out onto 5th Ave.
"Oh, come on," Blaine objected, not having touched his champagne yet. "You won't even tell me where we're going now that you have me captive?"
"It would ruin the surprise!" Elizabeth said with a grin, sitting down next to Rachel. "Drink up, you'll feel a lot better when you're as buzzed as we are." Blaine sighed, but down his champagne to childish cheers of 'chug! chug!'
"Okay, you're right," Blaine said as he handed her his empty glass for a refill. "I feel a little better."
"'Now stow the champagne and get out the frickin' malt liquor!'" Santana quoted, making everyone laugh. "Scoot over," she said to Michelle, sharing her bench on the limo with the three bridesmaids who didn't talk, all of whom seemed a little uncomfortable with the rousing party. Probably because they were Jonathan's friends.
"I really am scared for my life," Blaine said, downing his second champagne.
"Easy on the bubbly there, cap'n, we all know you get a little straight when you're drunk, and you're in a limo full of women… and Kurt," Elizabeth obliged when he glared at her.
"I'll be fine," Blaine said as he accepted his third champagne. "It's just bubbly, and it's my bachelor party."
"Fair enough," Elizabeth said, re-filling Kurt's glass.
They made small talk all the way to their first location, Rachel and Tina enthusing about the wedding and Santana making them shut up when she realized the more they talked about the wedding, the more champagne Blaine drank. Elizabeth tried to draw Michelle, Cathy, and Kate out of their combined shell, but they stayed quiet and drank very little. Blaine didn't even seem to notice them. "Location number one!" the driver called out boisterously, obviously feeling the mood in the backseat, stopping hard to let them out.
"Madison Square Garden?" Blaine asked as the driver zoomed off to park.
"We were going to do the Giants or the Jets, but then we would have had to drive into New Jersey, and there's no way we're leaving the greatest city in the world during your bachelor party!" Elizabeth pronounced to cheers as Rachel pulled out the tickets, and Kurt made the mental decision to cut her off during the game. She was a little too excited already. Maybe alcoholism ran in the family.
Rachel handed Blaine his ticket, his first clue as to what the afternoon held for him. "Rangers vs. Canucks?" he asked, and Kurt could hear the excitement in his voice.
"Like she said, we were going to do football, but then we realized none of us knew anything about the sport, so," Kurt shrugged, but Blaine grinned, giving him an awkward, standing, sideways hug.
"This is awesome!" Blaine sounded like a little kid, and Kurt couldn't help but smile. The tenor hadn't enjoyed himself enough in the past few weeks, and Kurt was determined to change that.
The game was incredible, the Rangers shutting the Canucks out 3-0, and Kurt was pretty sure Rachel, Tina, and Blaine would have to talk quietly for the rest of the night, since they had all screamed their heads off. They were all drinking beer and laughing, Elizabeth restrained to club soda, and at the last buzzer they all drained their cups with relish.
"This is so awesome!" Blaine declared, and Kurt recognized the familiar tone. Blaine was tipsy, verging on drunk, and Kurt made a mental note to make him get some coffee when they went out to dinner.
"Yeah, come on," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand as they fought the crowd to get to the jersey stand. The line was long, bordering on endless, but it didn't seem to bring Blaine down at all. He was bouncing and grinning and clutching his empty cup. Once the line had thinned out a little, Blaine bought a Ryan Callahan jersey, and bought Kurt a Brad Richards jersey, ignoring his protests.
"This way I'm the captain, and you're my assistant!" Blaine said cheerily as he handed over the money, completely uncaring of the fact he was getting ripped off. Contrary to the laws of the universe, Blaine wasn't talking quietly, and he didn't even sound hoarse from his over-enthusiastic participation in the game. "You have to tell me where we're going next," Blaine said as he grabbed their bag, and Kurt caught him as he almost stumbled.
"Back to the limo," was Kurt's frustratingly cryptic answer, "and then to get you some coffee so you can walk straight. We have a long night ahead of us."
"But no strippers?" Blaine asked curiously.
"No strippers."
"Good," Blaine said, nodding slowly. "I didn't really want strippers."
"I know," Kurt assured him as he wrapped one of Blaine's arms over his shoulders and helped him out of the Garden.
Blaine and Elizabeth were both restrained to club soda as they drove to their second destination, all the other bridesmaids much more adept at holding their liquor. "I can't believe you're marrying my brother," Elizabeth said, obviously still a little buzzed but getting the alcohol out of her system. "I never thought he would get married."
"Why?" Blaine asked her in surprise, but Elizabeth turned to Kurt instead of answering.
"Will we get to destination three early enough?" she asked him, and he nodded, having called destination three earlier.
"I got us special passes in case it's already dark. We'll get glow-in-the-dark equipment and it'll only be even more fun," Kurt assured her, and she smiled.
"Good. I'm glad I brought a change of clothes." Kurt nodded in agreement, because while Elizabeth was a sight to die for in her Badgley Mischka cocktail dress, it would be hard to play in.
"We need a change of clothes?" Blaine asked Kurt, too tipsy to sound concerned.
"Don't worry, Anderson, I stole some from your house," she said, holding up a ring of keys from her purse and showing Blaine what Kurt presumed was his house key. "We didn't want you to know anything about tonight."
"Well, if the next set of surprises is anything like the last one, I don't think I need to know," Blaine said with a smile, having thrown his Callahan Jersey on over his clothes. His head lulled, resting on Kurt's shoulder. "Can I at least know how many destinations there are?" Blaine asked, and Kurt tried to ignore how warm Blaine's breath was on his neck.
"Four," Kurt answered, because he could see no harm in Blaine knowing that. It didn't tell him anything about what they were doing, which was the whole point.
"Awesome," he muttered.
"I'm going to get some air," Rachel said, standing up in preparation for hanging out of the sunroof. "Kurt, won't you join me?"
"Sure," Kurt said, not feeling like he had much of a choice as he gently pushed Blaine off him and slid up to meet Rachel. The sunroof was pretty close quarters, but since she was wearing a Herve Ledger bandage dress, it wasn't like he could wrinkle it.
"Be careful," was how Rachel started their conversation, the wind rushing through her hair as they drove down 2nd Avenue. Soon the limo would be going too fast for them to be up there, but Rachel was obviously worrying.
"Rachel, I'm an adult, and I know what I'm doing, okay?" Kurt assured her, and a hand in his jacket prevented him from sliding back into the limo without wrinkling his suit. "What?" he asked her impatiently.
"And what exactly is it that you're doing?" Rachel asked calmly, still holding his clothing hostage.
"Following Isabelle's advice," Kurt said vaguely. "She's never led me wrong, unlike you."
"Kurt, I just want to make sure you're not going to do anything… rash," she said slowly. "This is his bachelor party. He's getting married tomorrow. It's about six years too late to have second thoughts."
"You think this is about the fact that-" Kurt started, but Rachel cut him off.
"I'm not stupid, Kurt, and neither are you. If things had gone a little differently six years ago, it's possible this could be your wedding. Blaine could be off suffering through his brother's bachelor party, while we shop and go to spas and drink margaritas and make jokes about your wedding night. You could be the one marrying Blaine tomorrow if you had wanted it back then… it's possible you two would already be married, and tonight would be an average night where you both collapse onto the couch and talk about how crappy your day was." Rachel sounded sad, and was looking at Kurt sympathetically. "I know you want all of those things, and I want you to have them with someone you love, but you said 'no,' Kurt, and that's a choice you have to live with, no matter the result."
Kurt didn't get the chance to answer before he felt movement around his legs and then Blaine was up there with them. "Hey," he said cheerfully, ignoring how cramped they were. "The driver said you guys should come back down, because we're about to get on the bridge." All three of them slid down together, taking seats in the limo. "Are you seriously taking me to Brooklyn?" he asked in dismay.
"I thought I would try to break you of your prejudice," was all Kurt said, because they would end up in three of the five boroughs before the night was over.
Blaine didn't seem as likely to complain when they pulled up in front of destination number two, the driver parallel parking on the side of the road with impressive skill. They had stopped drinking on the bridge, and the aura in the limo was more calm, which was definitely a good thing. Kurt hadn't gotten kicked out of a restaurant since he was a Warbler, and he wasn't about to start now.
"Reservations for Holloway-Anderson," Rachel said cheerily as they walked into the Peter Luger Steakhouse, known for having some of the best food in the city, and Elizabeth punched Kurt in the arm for the face he made at Jonathan's last name, attached to Blaine's in a way that seemed like ownership.
They were seated at a big table that fit all nine of them with ease, and the waiter graciously nodded as most of them ordered some form of alcohol. Blaine was convinced, thanks to a nudge from Kurt, that ordering caffeine would be the best idea for his current state of intoxication, and ordered coffee.
Elizabeth stood as soon as the waiter left, ignoring the fact that other people in the restaurant gave her odd looks. "I know most of us gave embarrassing toasts last night, but I directed the three minutes I was offered by my brother towards humiliating him in front of all the people who will be at his wedding tomorrow, and I wasn't the only one. So, I think Blaine deserves some toasting as well." She raised her water glass, the only thing she currently had in front of her. "Blaine, I haven't known you very long, and I honestly have absolutely no idea what you see in my idiotic, drunken brother, but it doesn't take much time to tell that you're a good person, and I wish you happiness." Everyone clapped as she sat back down.
Rachel stood up without even calling next, and Kurt braced himself for a long speech. "Blaine, I hate to steal what will assuredly be Kurt's first line, but we have a long and complicated history," Santana was already laughing, the bitch, "and most of it was caused by the alcohol that will shortly be delivered by that cute waiter. You have been one of my best friends and the only person I know that didn't grow three feet taller than me. You have been there through diva storm-out and angry rants and drunken kisses," Blaine had his face buried in his hands, elbows propped on the table, and Elizabeth was laughing so hard she was almost crying, "and I cannot think of anyone who deserves happiness more than you do. Here's to your wedding, your album, your tour, and the Grammy that will inevitably follow," she said, raising her glass. Blaine didn't remove his head from his hands, so Kurt raised both of their glasses in tribute.
Tina stood. "Believe it or not, Rachel, that was going to be my opening line, mostly because there was a short time between the two phases of Klaine's relationship when I was so obsessed with Bling-Bling that I did inappropriate things to him with VapoRub when he was sleeping." Blaine snorted with laughter as Jonathan's bridesmaids looked horrified. "And I do apologize for that. However, we've been best friends for a long time, been through a lot of rough up-and-downs, and I'm glad to see that everything is ending well for you. Here's to Blainey-Days getting married!" she said, holding up her glass and making Blaine smile. He had finally come out from hiding.
"I have to ask," Elizabeth said before anyone else could speak. "Klaine?"
"Kurt and Blaine," Tina answered with a shrug. "They were together for so long-"
"And gave us all so many cavities through fluff," Santana added.
"That we gave them a couple name," Tina finished, not bothered by Santana in the least.
"Adorable," Elizabeth said with a grin.
"Well, Gay Winklevii Twin," Santana said as she stood up, "I guess we started being friends because we've been through a lot of the same crap, plus whenever I used to flirt with you I could make Hummel so mad he turned maroon." Kurt groaned, because these toasts addressed his relationship with Blaine way too much. "Bottom line: your family sucked, my family sucked, and now we're free of that. I don't give a crap about your fiancé or your wedding, but here's to being out of bad influences in the gayest city on earth!" As Santana toasted, the waiter Rachel was making eyes at brought them drinks, being bold enough to actually take the water glass out of Santana's hand and replacing it with her Delancey. Santana, being herself, downed it at the end of her toast and sat down with a snap to the waiter indicating she needed more. "The Kennedy package," she said to him, which was an old reference he still seemed to get.
"All right, Kurt," Elizabeth said when he failed to stand up directly after Santana, sipping his martini and wishing that he hadn't been put in this position. "Speech! Speech! Speech!" she started to cheer, quickly being joined by the other bridesmaids.
Kurt downed his martini before obliging, holding his water glass as he stood up just a touch shakily. Maybe he needed to cut down on the alcohol, too. "I don't even know what to say," Kurt admitted, and he tried to ignore Blaine's big, golden-amber-caramel-honey eyes looking up at him, the little smile on his face that meant he was nervous and insecure but happy, a smile he had seen so many times in so many different contexts. "I've known you for almost ten years, Blaine Warbler," Blaine groaned, making Kurt smile. "I bet you never thought you'd hear that name again."
"I was hoping so," Blaine muttered. "The last person who called me that was Hunter." Kurt made a face.
"Anyway, we've known each other for a long time, and I know we've discussed this before, but you were the most important person in my life for a long time. I remember years of Christmas duets and sit-com terrible Valentine's Days, Glee club rehearsals and hours spent mocking your terrible music collection. I could tell stories so horribly embarrassing for you that even through the ridiculous amount of gel you're wearing right now, your hair would curl, but many of us remember my senior prom, and no one needs to see that again." Blaine thankfully laughed. "It feels like a lifetime since we've been that close, but a few days has told me that you haven't changed all that much, and I still want you to have the best of the world. Happiness and love and the lack of an eyepatch-" Santana did a spit-take at that one, "and I'm so glad you've found someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with. Congratulations." Kurt sat back down to cheers, trying to ignore the fact that Blaine had chosen to look at the table when Kurt was talking about his impending nuptials, rather than watching Kurt like he had been while the countertenor was telling stories.
Michelle, Cathy, and Kate all gave a toast together, mostly telling Blaine stories about Jonathan as a teenager that had the whole table cracking up with laughter. The food truly was delicious, as they all discovered when it was delivered and every person at the table simultaneously realized they were ravenously hungry.
A/N: And once again, Friday flies by without me posting. Still, it's Saturday, so that's not so bad, and I will post some more of the bachelor party on Friday (and yes, it gets so much better). Also, there are quite a few How I Met Your Mother references in this chapter, and one joke stolen straight from Jeff Dunham.
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