''So… what's the deal?'' Kurt asked Quinn, sitting on her bed. When the shock to see his old high school friend in Switzerland, in all places, wore off, and hugs were made and a quick explanation was said to Blaine and Maggie as to why those two knew each other, Blaine knew he had to give them some time.

Kurt wasn't stupid, though. Even though he wasn't Quinn's closest friend and she graduated in the same year as Rachel and Finn so she didn't have time to really bond with Kurt, he still knew her. So this was the famous Lucy? She hadn't changed much in the two years he hadn't seen her. Her hair was longer but as blonde as before and she still wore beautiful and elegant dresses. She was one of the lucky women who, after giving birth, her body was still intact and as slim as before. Kurt watched her every move when she walked around the enormous bedroom, placing items in different places. But behind this angelic figure, he knew she was a determined woman who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Yes, she was his friend, but he could still read her like a book, and he knew that as much as Quinn wouldn't want the comparison, she's alike to Rachel; both of them wants success, love and happiness. But sometimes, they do choices that led them to get those things by doing regrettable things.

''What do you mean, Kurt?'' she said, smiling. ''I'm getting married to the most amazing man in the world, and I'll have a princess wedding,'' she said, excited. ''I may not be Prom Queen, but I'll shine in the most gorgeous dress you'd never seen,'' Her eyes were sparkling with something akin to want and determination. Kurt signed; Quinn hasn't changed since her Cheerios days. She might've softened a little by attending Yale and had gotten an adult point of view, but she was still Princess Quinn.

''So, how did you meet?'' Kurt asked her, genuinely interested with what happened that Quinn Fabray crossed Patrick Anderson's path.

''We met at school,'' she responded, hanging some clothes in the closet. ''I am in a sorority at Yale and he was visiting some friends in the fraternity he was in that hasn't graduated yet. We met at a party there.''

''But… is he, like… 29 old?'' he asked, afraid he'd asked the wrong thing. She just smiled at him.

''Yes. When you are in a fraternity, you stay for life. He just finished his master a few years ago, and now, he's ready to work for his dad.'' She said proudly.

''Bet his daddy paid all of his little studies, yeah, must be proud…'' Kurt whispered to himself.

''What did you say?'' Quinn said distractedly from across the room. Kurt looked at her and shook his head.

''Nothing! So, ready to do the big step after only a year of dating,'' he said innocently.

''Oh, Kurt,'' she said in that soft voice of hers. ''he's the one, I can tell!'' she said as she sat next to Kurt and now, he could see in her eyes all the want, the need to get married to Patrick Anderson. ''I'm going to marry him, he's going to take over his father and we are going to have a beautiful family and life, and I'm going to be a lawyer after I got out of Yale,'' she said and the way she said it, it reminded him of the Quinn he remembered; controlling, wanting everything to be perfect. It also reminded him of the conversation he had with Finn about what Quinn said to him after the funeral of Sue's sister; about how it was meant to be that Finn will take over Burt's shop and Quinn was going to be an estate agent and everything was going to be perfect. Quinn was now a happy young woman. She wasn't lost anymore, but she was still a tad controlling.

Kurt slowly nodded.

''I… You've changed your name. The return of Lucy,'' he said teasingly, trying to change the subject.

''You know I've changed for Quinn, but now, with the baby and all, I wanted to start over once again and wanted my… identity back, if you will.''

''And what should I call you?''

''You're a friend. You can call me Quinn,'' she said with a gentle smile and it was in that moment, that he remembered what he found in that girl. Yes, she was a control freak and yes, she was obsessed about being Prom Queen and popularity, but she always had a good heart when it counts and both of them suffered in high school with his bullies and her pregnancy and it was that pain and loneliness that really brought them together. ''So, my grandma got sick this summer so I couldn't come down sooner… but I knew you were already there,'' she said with a knowing look. ''Magazines talk about you, Kurt. So you and Blaine…''

''We're together, yes,'' he said. Quinn nodded.

''I've known him to be a total jerk,'' she began and noticed that Kurt tensed at her words. ''But apparently he had changed. Rumours has It… it was all because of you,''

''I just wanted to show him he's worth it,'' Kurt shrugged.

''You're a good man, Kurt.'' Quinn patted him on the shoulder. ''Look, I still had a lot of things to unpacked, but tonight, lunch? Just me and you,''

''And Patrick?'' he asked, surprised that she didn't want to spend some time with her soon to be husband. She shrugged.

''I can see him some other time.'' Kurt stood up and nodded at her and beamed.

''Alright, then.'' He started walking to the door, and then stopped. ''Oh, I almost forgot. Rachel, Finn and Puck are in town,'' They were, including Blaine, 5 to dine out that evening.

They were all, Rachel, Finn, Puck and Quinn, excited to see each other, even though Kurt thought Quinn was still trying to, maybe, steal Finn away from Rachel; but it wasn't the case. They were adults, now, even if Puck leered at her when she was looking and she'd look annoyed and when she wasn't looking, he'd had a fond look and regret was reflecting in his brown eyes. Blaine, in his case, seemed happy to find out that Lucy, or Quinn, was friend with Kurt.

Something bothered Kurt though; his friend was going to marry one of the biggest jerks on Earth.

-X-

''Something is bothering you,'' Santana stated from her oven.

''Quinn is going to marry a guy who sleeps with every girl he meets,'' he shrugged. He didn't know how this world worked; didn't know if sleeping around was something everybody did or it was because he was a hopeless romantic at heart and thought you should give your body to one single person once you are in a relationship.

''And that girl is just here for the cash,'' Santana snored. ''It's a win-win situation,'' she said. Kurt gave him an annoying look to stop making fun of his friend, but he knew it was useless to defend anyone; Santana just insults whoever she pleases.

''It doesn't seem to bother you,'' Kurt said from his counter. Santana shrugged, doing a Roux in a stove.

''Why should it? Patrick's a really jerk and I despised him since I've arrived here. They just pay me to bring good food to spoil little brats and that's it. The only one I care about in this fucked up family is Blaine,'' she said firmly.

''How come do you hate them so much?'' he said and didn't get an answer.

''Let me tell you something, because Auntie Santana got some juicy gossips for you.'' She looked at her friend, rather pleased with herself. ''I've never told that to anybody because it can destroy this family reputation, but you're now pretty involved in this family, so… what the hell not?'' Kurt was curious now, but also afraid. Santana stopped doing what she was doing in the kitchen and it was quite late and they were just preparing for the coming wedding, so she leaned against the counter, facing Kurt and smirked.

''Every member of this family have their little dirty secret,'' she said and stopped to see Kurt becoming interested. ''You already know that Christian is on hard drugs,'' Kurt nodded. ''And you know that Patrick is sleeping around when he's supposed to get married in less than two days.'' Again, Kurt nodded, hanging to her every word. ''Did you know that Daniel has two love children?'' Kurt shook his head eagerly. ''And the worse part of it is when he was sixteen. He couldn't keep it in his pants and fucked two girls. But not at the same time, I assure you,'' she said saucily. Kurt gaped at her.

''Wow… does he know about condoms?'' he asked sarcastically.

''Maybe he wasn't lucky and the condom broke two times, or…'' she began to smirk. ''They wanted to do a creampie and had to deal the consequences,''

''Santana!'' he said, horrified. She shrugged.

''What? I'm sure you're going to do it some time with Anderson. Anyway, he doesn't want to deal with his past lovers or his bastards so, yeah. Maggie you already know the deal with Blaine,'' Kurt nodded. ''Beatrice…'' now, Santana's eyes grew darker and you could really feel her hatred towards her. ''Other than being racist, she obviously wants to be a model and has no talent whatsoever,'' with that, Kurt had to agree and it wasn't something Santana would say because she despised the girl, but it was true. He watched her during the catwalk at the beginning of the summer and he knew fashion, he knew how to walk like a model and Beatrice simply didn't have it in her. She was pretty, but to be in Tara Bank's or Gisele's shoes, it takes more than just a pretty face. ''She's ready to do everything, even sleeping with old perverts to get into the business. The worse is like she's acting like a total angel, how polite she is, how well educated and mannered she is, but she's actually a slut. And she records her tapes, so I have proof,'' Kurt didn't have a hard time believing her because he already had his suspicions.

''And what's Charles' secret?'' he asked, leaning even more on the counter.

''Tried to sleep with me once.'' She told him, stone faced. Kurt looked shocked.

''Wh-what?''

''The first week I was hired. Maggie always knew her husband loves to fuck young girls. I didn't want to do it but blackmail me into shipping me in Mexico if I didn't do what he demanded of me. Funny thing is I was born in the USA,'' she rolled her eyes and continued. ''Maggie knew about that too and protected me, so Charles can't fire me if he wanted too.''

''He's an ass-whole,'' he only said, at a loss for words. ''And Blaine?'' he said timidly after a moment of silence.

''You know already. The only thing is that he didn't hide what he was doing; that's why he appeared to be the bad Anderson in the Medias. Well, now, you know everything. Charles blackmailed you once; you can do the same to them now,'' she said, winking at him and Kurt wasn't sure where she was getting at but he will find out soon enough.

-X-

TWO DAYS LATER.

''Did I tell you how sexy you look in this tux? I have lots of dirty thoughts about what I want to do with you and your little black pants,'' Blaine murmured in his ear behind him.

''Beautiful, yes. But not sexy,'' Kurt said as he turned around to look at his boyfriend.

''Well, you're definitely sexy,'' he said with mirth in his eyes. After Quinn and Patrick exchanged vows and Kurt had to squeeze Blaine's hand to keep him from yelling: 'No! Don't marry him!'' They were all gathering in a big ball room. Just like Quinn said, the wedding was beautiful and Kurt had no doubt that it was the biggest event of Switzerland and the country was proud to host the very first wedding of one of the heirs of the founder of the biggest hotel chain in the world.

That's a mouthful, isn't it?

It was beautifully decorated with white and lavender colors (a color choice from Kurt) and the long table with the food sat the most beautiful and tallest wedding cake Kurt had ever seen. And he was proud to say he made it; with Santana's help, of course. Even if he was against this marriage because of his distaste to Patrick and the fact he didn't really want Quinn to marry him (what can he possibly do?) he was still proud to have contributed to the decoration and to the food.

''You did a great job with the wedding,'' Blaine said with a bright smile and warm eyes. Kurt's heart melted. ''May I have this dance?'' he asked. Kurt smiled shyly and replied: 'you may,''

Blaine led the way to the dance floor. They were a big orchestra with thousands of musicians and a splendid chandelier hanging over them. All of the glitters, the gowns and the money spent in only one event… was it worth it? Was it supposed to symbolize their love? Kurt loved weddings like any other sane person, but spending a night with just the person you love is worth more than any chandelier or gown.

He looked at a large table where Quinn sat with Maggie. She looked happy; Kurt didn't want to shatter her happiness and turned his attention to Blaine who peppered his neck with soft kisses when he wasn't looking in his direction.

''It tickles,'' Kurt giggled.

''But you love it,'' Blaine said. ''But seriously, though, the wedding is really beautiful and it's all because of you,''

''Don't give me all the credit'' Kurt rolled his eyes.

''But it's true! I hardly saw you for three days straight.''

''And three days without sex made you incredibly horny,''

''Well… that is true, but that's not the point!'' he defended himself. ''I just think that you didn't have to do this for someone you despised and yet, here you are, helping out and just… forget about the bad things and just help the others.'' Kurt shrugged nonchalantly.

''I mostly did it for Maggie. Besides, if I didn't help, they would have hired some snobby French deco designer that would've cost a fortune,''

''You know my family…''

''I know, but for me, money is money and your family should take care of it,'' he exclaimed.

''Can I take you for a dance?'' someone asked from behind Blaine. The couple turned around in a swift motion and immediately recognized Sebastian.

''Not interested,'' Blaine said harshly and took Kurt's hand to get as far away from Sebastian as possible, but he took a hold on his arm firmly.

''Come on, just one dance.'' He said. Kurt glared at him, but then, softened. Yes, people said he was too good with people, but what's just one dance, really? Blaine seemed ready to go, though, so Kurt stopped him.

''You can dance with him, Blaine. It doesn't bother me,'' he said calmly. Blaine seemed hesitant. He obviously didn't want to dance with him, but he wanted to get it over with and he knew Sebastian. He's not going to stop until he had what he wanted.

''Fine, just one dance,'' he said coolly. Sebastian played it cool; he just nodded and led Blaine away. ''What do you want, Seb?'' he asked as they began to dance. ''Kurt doesn't do jealous, so you waste your time.''

''I'm not doing it for him, but for me. I just wanted to spend some quality time with my childhood friend,'' Sebastian said with a smile, then after a pause, he continued in a somber tone. ''You know, I've always loved you. I'm always going to be there for you,'' he slowly approached the shorter man and Blaine knew what was coming.

''You know it was only fucking,'' he said matter-of-factly and this sentence just stopped Sebastian in his attempt to kiss Blaine. His eyes mirrored the hurt and rejection but Blaine knew him for a long time; he could read him like an open book. He was mad at him by being cruel to the man he loved and by taking his family's side like he never mattered. But then, he only felt a pang in his heart. All they did was fucking and had a great time all those years when Sebastian was in town, and Sebastian knew it was nothing more. Blaine never felt something more for him, nothing compared to what he felt for Kurt. ''We had a great time fucking our brains out, but that's that,'' he said, trying to play it cool.

''I'm going back in college. In France,'' Sebastian specified, totally ignoring Blaine's last comment. ''I won't see you for a very long time,'' he said in a murmur and the way he said it, Blaine knew what it meant. ''Come to my room tonight. I just want one last time with you before I go,'' he said and it almost sounded like a plea. Blaine had had enough; he couldn't stand him anymore. He wasn't this guy anymore and he wanted to spend the night having sex alright; but with Kurt, not him! The arrogant, selfish prick that he was a few months ago came back to life and he stepped back with a disgusted expression.

''Who do you think you are? You think I'm going to screw your ugly ass all night? Keep on dreaming! Oh, and for the record, you won't see me for a hell of a long time, because after this summer, I won't come back in this shithole!'' he yelled and all heads were turning in their direction.

''Blaine!'' Kurt said as he made his way to the two men standing in the center of the dance floor.

''Go back to France,'' he said more calmly like he didn't just scream in Sebastian's face second ago. People continued to mind their own business. ''Make sure not to eat too much of baguettes or wine. You look feverish when you drink too much and I'm sure you want to look extremely good for your next suitor. Va te faire voir,'' he said in French before storming off, fallowing by Kurt. He didn't see the murderous face of Sebastian as he stood there, alone and embarrassed.

-X-

Kurt stopped Blaine in a hallway outside of the ballroom. ''Blaine, wait,'' he said gently.

''Kurt… Let's get out of here.'' He said pleadingly. ''I don't want to celebrate something I don't believe in. This wedding is a joke… Let's just go,'' Kurt slowly nodded. It was 10 pm, but neither of them felt like staying any longer. Hopefully, Maggie will understand and Quinn, too. As for Charles, he spent the night with his golfy friends so he wouldn't notice their absence.

''Okay. Let me just go to the bathroom.''

''We can go to my old room. Mum said it was still mine,'' Blaine offered.

''I feel bad not staying to help Santana clean up the kitchen, though.'' Kurt said as they walked up the big marble stairs of the hotel. Their shining shoes clapped with a vibrant sound against the slick floor.

''I'm sure she won't mind. You did an excellent job, though. The soufflé was divine,'' Blaine complimented. ''And don't let me start on the Crème brulé,'' And just like that, like the other times before, the tense moments were gone and it was just them and the rest of the world was forgotten.

But soon, their problems came back on full swing when, as they approached a room, they heard loud moans and a bed banging on a wall. They kept walking, trying not to snicker at the lovely couple who seemed to enjoy their time at the hotel, but the door was cracked open and Kurt could see the man on the bed very clearly and his blue eyes were wide open. Blaine, sensing Kurt's demeanor changed, stopped walking but before he could talk, Kurt was pushing the door with a loud bang.

''Patrick!'' he said in a harsh voice.

''Kurt, Blaine,'' he said none surprised. ''Come to see the show?'' he said, still inside the woman whom started to feel uncomfortable with her lavender dress around her tiny waist. Blaine gaped at him, horrified.

''How could you do this?'' he asked, voice surprisingly low and murderous. His usual warm honey eyes were glowing almost yellow with fury. ''You'd rather spent your wedding reception with a whore then with your wife?''

''Hey, I'm not…'' Kurt pointed a finger in her direction and it shut her up.

''Oh, yes you are! I recognize you; you're one of the bridesmaids, Quinn, no… Lucy's friend. You should be ashamed of yourself.

''I'm going to tell Quinn. There's no way in hell she's going to spend her life with a guy like you!'' he screamed and began to walk away, only for his arm to get grabbed in a vice grip and he let out a small whimper.

''If you ever tell her…'' Patrick said in a threating voice, his whole body glistening in sweat.

''Don't touch him!'' Blaine said as he pushed Patrick away from Kurt. Patrick laughed in all of his glory and glared at Blaine.

Blaine didn't wait for Patrick to speak or, maybe, to try to explain his actions, even though it was going to be fruitless. They left those two alone, incapable of finding the right words to describe them. There were just no words.

That night, too tired to just go back to Santana's, and to angry at Sebastian, Patrick, and this whole wedding… they were just drain. They cuddled, trying to talk about some light stuff to just forget the world until dawn came again.

-XX-

What a shitty family they have!

I'm sorry for the delay, but for those of you who are in college, you know how it is! The teachers just don't realize that we have a life outside of school… ah, life of a student. It's a blast.

I will try my best for the future! Posting as much as possible.