A/N: This chapter is the wedding. I'll probably have a chapter about their honeymoon and then a sweet epilogue. :] This chapter looks to be a long one (much longer than the last chapter anyway), so hope you enjoy it! :D
Brittana pushed their way into this chapter, so don't be surprised to read a lot about them. Hope no one minds too much. Sebastian also makes a short guest appearance. Wow, okay, I guess everyone wanted a moment in the spotlight: this chapter also includes some Samcedes.
So, IDK who does it, but thank you to whomever it is that added this story to a community. It's an honor to have this story be liked that much. This and my other Klaine, "Marry Me," have both been added to the same community and just thank you guys all so much for your positive feedback and support.
Anyway, on a personal side note, do any of you watch The Voice? I'm watching it right now and Adam Levine is so freaking adorable.
I really, really did not want to wait to post this chapter, so TREAT FOR YOU GUYS! :D A double update. :]
It was a beautiful summer day in Central Park. Flowers were in bloom in all directions. A slight breeze floated through the air, causing the flowers to sway. A contained uproar resonated throughout the gardens. New York City sounds seemed so far away, despite their proximity. The sun shined down happily on the congregation of men, women, boys, and girls in attendance. Today was July 28th, a special day for one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel and all who knew him.
"Kurt! What do you mean you don't have anything new?" Rachel shrieked from her spot behind the groom.
"White boy, I could have sworn I bought you something."
"You can ask someone if you can borrow something…"
"Britt, that would be something borrowed, which Kurt already has."
"Sorry, Sanny."
"No problem. We'll figure something out."
"Maybe we can send someone to buy something from a nearby boutique?" Tina suggested.
"I can go for you," Quinn volunteered.
Kurt took a moment to block out the turmoil around him and look at the girls surrounding him. Rachel in her dark red cocktail dress, Quinn in her charcoal grey ball gown, Santana and Brittany wearing matching green mini dresses, Mercedes in a eggplant purple sweetheart gown, and Tina in a classic little black dress. They all looked so completely gorgeous that Kurt had trouble believing where he was. He was at his wedding. To Blaine. In New York City. With all of his friends and family in attendance. It was surreal, and it was perfect.
Kurt turned toward the mirror stationed in front of him. He gazed at his reflection. Black tuxedo jacket, a pale blue button up shirt underneath to complement his eyes. He could feel his kilt riding up underneath his black suit pants. Despite Blaine's encouragements, Kurt felt weird wearing the kilt during the ceremony and had quickly thrown some pants over it. But once Kurt and Blaine were alone… the kilt would definitely come in handy. He smoothed a hand over his already uncooperative chestnut brown coiffed hair. The moisture in the air from the previous day's rainfall was not helping in the least. He brushed at the non-existent lint on his perfectly tailored suit.
"Kurt? Have you been listening at all?"
Kurt snapped from his inner monologue about how excited all of this was and turned to the group of girls staring expectantly at him, Rachel specifically.
"Sort of," he replied honestly. "But really girls, it's no big deal. I don't really believe in the tradition anyway."
His response was met by a chorus of surprised gasps and muddled protests.
"But Kurt!"
"The bad luck!"
"You have to!"
"Do I need to get all Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass?"
"Dolphins need good luck!"
"Don't test me White Boy."
"Girls! Calm down!"
The protests ceased mid-rant. Kurt sighed in relief. He loved his girls to death, but sometimes he doubted whether having them all in the same room was ever a good idea.
"Thank you." His words were meant with apologetic smiles. "Now, if it means that much to all of you I suppose I could do with a new… What's easy to get around here?"
"Hot dogs?"
"Pretzels?"
"Dog turds?"
"Santana!"
"I was just saying…"
"Umm… water?"
"That was pathetic, Rachel."
"At least I'm trying!"
"How about… a shirt?"
"He already has one of those."
"A dolphin!"
"Britt, we already have two of those…"
"Oh, right." She paused before jumping up in that excited way only Brittany could pull off. "I know! A scarf! Kurtsie loves scarves!"
"Hm…"
"Well…"
"That's actually not too bad of an idea."
"I'm sure some place around here has to have a scarf we can get."
"What do you think, Kurt?"
Kurt had since tuned out of the discussion to daydream about his and Blaine's future, probably for the fiftieth time that day. At the sound of his name he allowed himself to be pulled back into the conversation.
"What do I think of what?"
"Oh my God, Kurt!" Rachel huffed. "Can you just listen to us for five minutes without spacing out about Blaine?"
"Probably not," he answered honestly, "But I'll try."
The girls groaned simultaneously. "Do. You. Like the idea. Of. Getting a scarf?" Quinn asked slowly, pausing to let the idea sink into Kurt's whirlwind mind.
"It would have to be either black or grey. If you think you could pull that off in such a short amount of time." Kurt mused. "Seeing as I will be walking down the aisle in an hour and I doubt we'd be able to stall…"
"Not a problem," Rachel interjected. "Quinn and I know of the perfect place nearby. Right, Quinn?"
"Of course," Quinn replied confidently. "See you all in less than an hour."
Both girls grabbed their purses and jackets and dashed out of the tent in which the group was settled. Each groom had his own tent on opposite sides of the garden to significantly reduce the chances of seeing one another before the ceremony. The superstition was one that Kurt was adamant about following.
"Now, since that is settled we can go back to talking about what you and prep boy are doing for your honeymoon." Mercedes waggled her eyebrows innocently at Kurt. Despite her innocent tone, Kurt knew his best friend was thinking anything but innocent thoughts.
"We're going to the Caribbean for a few weeks, despite the damage it will most likely cause my skin. And that's all you get to know," Kurt stated firmly as he turned back to fixing his clothes in the mirror.
"Oh come on, Porcelain," Santana groaned. "We want the wanky details. Planning on anything especially special for the occasion?"
"You will not be getting any "wanky" details, Satan."
"So you are planning some wank then?"
"Whether I am or not is none of your business."
"You so are!" A moment's pause. "Wanky."
"Santana!"
"Kurtsie?"
"Yes, Britt?"
"When two dolphins have dolphin sex, do you have a baby dolphin?"
"No. Unicorns can have children, but unfortunately dolphins cannot."
"Is that why Santana says I have to take the candy pills whenever I want to sleep with guys?"
"Yeah, Britt."
"And is that why they also have to wear those gloves on their special parts?"
"Yes, Britt."
"Oh."
"If I sleep with Sanny, other guys, and I've kissed a dolphin, does that still make me a unicorn?"
Kurt turned toward Santana who was awkwardly looking away. He sighed. "Come here, Britt," he requested as he held his arms out to the blonde. Brittany walked to Kurt and allowed him to wrap his arms around her. "What's with all the questions, Britt? Are you confused?"
Brittany nodded. "I really cared about Artie when I was with him, but I love my Sanny. And I don't know what to do!"
"Britt, it's okay. Everything's going to be just fine. I promise. Okay?"
Brittany nodded against Kurt's chest. "Does that mean you think I should be with Sanny, too?"
Kurt looked at her quizzically. "Who else said you should be with Santana?"
Brittany began to count off the names on her fingers as she listed them. "Lord Tubbington, Sanny, Quinn, Rachel, and you. I never really asked anyone else."
Kurt raised a brow in surprise; he ever would have expected Brittany to ask Rachel about such a topic. Although, with her two gay dads it wasn't surprising that Rachel was supportive. Quinn had known Brittany and Santana for a while, considering they together formed the "Holy Trinity."
"Well, I guess the question is whether or not you want to be with her. Do you want to be with Santana, Britt?"
"I love her, a lot. I was scared when she first told me, but now I know that I feel that way too."
Kurt looked pointedly at Santana, who was now smiling fondly at the blonde in his arms. Santana had been so heartbroken when Brittany had previously confessed feelings for Artie. She had understood that Brittany's caring side had been prominent at that point and that Brittany would come around in time, but to hear the love of her life say that they wouldn't be together… it had killed her inside. Kurt knew this because Santana had told him on multiple occasions when the two would spend time together away from the other members of New Directions.
Now, they were happier than ever and that made Kurt smile.
"That's all that matters, Britt," Kurt cooed as he stroked the blonde's hair. Brittany nodded into his chest and moved back to stand beside Santana. The two shared an adoring glance and linked pinkies, their version of holding hands.
"Despite how I'm certain I'll get a cavity from all of that sweetness, I believe it's time to focus back on Kurt," Tina said.
"It is his special day after all," Mercedes added.
"Of course. All eyes on you Porcelain," Santana agreed. "What's next?"
"Well," Kurt mused, "in about…," he paused to check the time on his designer watch, "fifteen minutes one of you is going to have to go and check on Blaine for me. I'm sure he's a nervous wreck by now, especially when he recognizes how soon the ceremony is."
"Doesn't he have the Warblers with him?" Tina queried.
"He does," Kurt chuckled. "That might be part of the problem. Sometimes Wes and David don't know when to quit."
Mercedes nodded with a knowing smile. "I remember. If I remember correctly, you said they were worse than us."
"They are. If you guys think you're bad when it comes to teasing me about Blaine, you should see how much he gets it from the Warblers."
"I think they sound like perfect role models," Santana remarked. "Perhaps I should teach them a few tricks of the trade." She smirked wickedly and for a second Kurt wanted to tackle her to the ground to ensure that she didn't act on her words. But her smirk quickly melted into a sincere smile and Kurt knew he had nothing to worry about.
"I wonder how Blaine's doing…" Kurt thought aloud to himself.
"Blaine! Calm down!"
"Dude, stop pacing!"
"Everything is going to be fine."
"If you're so nervous, why are you even doing this in the first place?"
Everyone stopped speaking, even Blaine paused in his incessant pacing, and turned toward the culprit of the forbidden words. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly depending on how you looked at it, Sebastian stood in the opening of the tent, staring intently at a flustered Blaine.
"What is he doing here?" Wes screeched. "Don't just stand there guys! Get him the hell out of here!" During multiple catch-up sessions with Blaine, Wes had heard more than enough stories about the evil creature now standing in Blaine's tent. He knew this Sebastian character was trouble in the biggest form and had to be taken care of immediately. Lest Blaine's feet got colder or the snake did something to ruin his best friend's special day. And Wes was having none of that. Not today.
Sebastian continued, undeterred. He spoke as if he and Blaine were the only ones present. "Honestly Blaine, I have no idea what you see in that flaming idiot anyway. He doesn't have money, talent, looks, or anything that I could offer you." He pushed through the protective barrier that Puck, Mike, and Sam had formed as an outer ring around Blaine, who stood stock still in the center of everyone. "Why waste the rest of your life with such an ostentatious buffoon?" Wes and David stood protectively in front of Blaine, not allowing Sebastian to take one step closer. The duo shared a determined glance and returned to facing the boy they considered vermin. Sebastian smirked smugly. "What's the matter Blaine? Cat got your tongue?"
Blaine remained perfectly still. The only signs of his anger were his clenched fists and his heavy breathing. If there weren't so many witnesses just outside, he would have gladly beat Sebastian to a pulp. He wasn't particularly a fan of violence outside of his fight club or some other organized venue, but the pretentious brat standing before him made his blood boil with each word that slithered out of his mouth. Was it bad to fantasize about beating the shit out of someone? Because that was exactly what was flowing through his mind at the moment, and it scared Blaine a bit. It scared him that he could feel such rage, such anger, to consider beating a man to near death. But if anyone deserved such a thing, it would be Sebastian. No one had the right to talk about his Kurt that way.
"You refuse to speak because you know I'm right." Sebastian took Blaine's silence as confirmation. He had the tenor right where he wanted him. And now he would go in for the kill. "Come with me, Blaine. We can leave this rotten group of fools behind. We can start a life together. You'll never think of Hummel again." Sebastian extended a hand in Blaine's direction, completely confident that the curly-haired boy would accept his offer. Who wouldn't? He was rich, had an amazing singing voice, and his appearance was impeccable.
Everyone turned to Blaine. This was the moment that would result in all Hell breaking loose, despite Blaine's decision. If he accepted, Finn would be on his in a millisecond. If not, Sebastian was sure to as nothing less than a bloody pulp. The arrogance, the audacity, of the jerk to speak such things to Blaine when Kurt was merely a hundred feet away. If Blaine didn't hurt him, the boys made a silent pact to do it themselves.
Blaine stood with his eyes tightly shut, trying to relax his posture and regulate his breathing. Sebastian was an even bigger idiot than Blaine thought if he assumed Blaine would just leave Kurt like that. Kurt was his world and nothing, nothing, would keep him away. He considered telling Sebastian off, embarrassing him and then having security haul him out. But that was too easy. That was too soft a punishment. Blaine smirked to himself as he came up with a much better plan.
He gestured for Wes and David to step aside. They looked on, bemused, and determined to stay in their protective positions. Blaine utilized his most effective pleading gaze and watched as his two best friends had a silent conversation. It was only a matter of minutes before they acquiesced and step aside. They shot Blaine their patented "I-really-hope-you-know-what-you're-doing-here" look, to which Blaine nodded and smiled reassuringly.
Sebastian's smirk widened as Blaine approached him. This was easier than convincing security to let him inside in the first place, and that had been exceptionally easy. Manipulating people to get what he wanted came naturally, so Sebastian wasn't really all that surprised that Blaine had accepted his offer. Although, if he was being honest, he hadn't expected it to be this easy. It seemed his persuasive powers were stronger than even he knew.
Blaine reached out to Sebastian, but rather than accepting his hand as Sebastian had expected, Blaine pulled his arm back and crashed his now closed fist into Sebastian's jaw. The tent went quiet and a sickening crunch was heard as Blaine's fist connected. No one, other than Finn, had seen Blaine's technique or proficiency in fighting and a surprised gasp came out of every throat in the vicinity.
In a matter of seconds, Sebastian was splayed on the ground holing his jaw as blood trickled out from his open mouth. Blaine stood above the urchin, looking down on his portentously. He wanted with all of his being to hit him, just one more time, but knew that he had to stop before things got too far out of hand. Kurt would kill him as it was if he heard anything about what had just occurred.
"Get out," Blaine growled at the slightly trembling Sebastian Smythe. "Get out and never come within a fifty foot radius of either Kurt or me ever again. You'll regret it if you do."
Sebastian sat completely unmoving, a part of him scared to death of what else Blaine might possibly do to him. He had never heard nor seen the usually friendly tenor in such a rage, and it frightened him more than he'd like to admit. Oddly enough, it also turned him on a bit. He was so used to being in control that being at someone else's mercy for once was enough to get his mind racing. Despite every fiber of his being telling him to run, Sebastian smirked up at Blaine.
"I never knew you had it in you, Anderson. Quite hot, if I may say so." Sebastian stood and brushed himself off, using his sleeve to wipe the now dried blood from his bottom lip and chin. He winced at the pain that resulted from the added pressure. His expression soon turned superior once again, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to permanently wipe the smile from his face. "Maybe I'll let you top every once in a while."
Blaine was seething. Didn't the idiot know better than to antagonize him further? Wasn't one punch enough to get it through that thick skull of his? He loved Kurt, and only Kurt. He would never have feelings for anyone else, let alone someone as horrid as Sebastian Smythe.
"What part of 'get out' do you not understand?"
Wes looked between the two men. Blaine on his left, seething mad and ready to pounce again at any second. Sebastian on his right, smug smirk plastered to his face and looking completely at ease. Either the guy was really stupid or really determined.
"Guys, take him out of here before Blaine causes more damage." Wes knew he had to take control; no one else would. He had to be the logical one in this situation seeing as Blaine's emotions were getting the better of him. "Kurt will kill us if he finds out."
The mention of his fiance's name pulled Blaine out of his angry haze. His posture relaxed a bit and he let out a long breath. "Wes is right, of course." He gestured toward Finn and Puck, the biggest of the guys present and the ones he hoped would take care of Sebastian the most severely and requested, "Get him out of here. And don't let Kurt see you."
Sebastian chuckled mirthlessly. "Scared of that bitch, are we?"
Blaine was in his face in a microsecond. "Don't ever speak about Kurt that way in my presence."
Finn and Puck took one arm each as David pulled Blaine back. They tightened their grasps painfully when Sebastian tried to move. He laughed maniacally as he was pulled from the tent, and paused long enough to say just three words at the entrance to the tent before he was forced out. His words stayed with Blaine the rest of the night. With a wry grin, Sebastian whispered: "I'll be back."
"Did you guys hear that?" Kurt asked his girls. He could have sworn he heard a commotion in the direction of Blaine's tent.
"I didn't hear anything," Tina replied.
"Me either," Brittany answered.
"Maybe you're hallucinating," Santana suggested as she looked idly at her manicured red fingernails.
"It was probably nothing," Mercedes comforted. "I wonder when Quinn and Rachel are coming back. They only have ten minutes before we have to get in position."
"Oh no! We forgot to check on Blaine earlier! What if something bad happened?" Kurt panicked. "What if he thought I didn't care about him and so he left? What if there was type of emergency and he had to leave without telling me? What if his suit caught on fire and he had to be taken to the hospital? What if he-"
"Kurt! Calm down!"
"Nothing's happened to your dapper prep boy prince," Santana quipped. "Quit fussing."
"I'll go check on him right now," Mercedes placated. "Just stay here and stay calm." After gaining a confirming nod from Kurt, Mercedes sprinted out of the tent in her sparkly high heels in the direction of the boys' tent.
Kurt rubbed his temples and sighed. He was about to become Kurt Anderson-Hummel (or perhaps Hummel-Anderson) in a matter of minutes and everything was starting to fall apart. Rachel and Quinn still hadn't returned, Blaine might be in some form of trouble, and Kurt's nerves were starting to kick in just the slightest bit. This would be one of the biggest steps of his life, second only to coming out to his dad and his friends. Once he and Blaine had both said their vows and their "I do"s, his life would take a drastic turn into uncharted territory. He had heard stories of how difficult marriage was, as well as how beneficial it could be. He wanted that more than anything: a happy, mutually beneficial marriage with Blaine, the love of his short life. They would undoubtedly face obstacles, especially given that they were a same sex couple. But beyond that, they would face the same adversities that affected any couple: useless fights, miscommunications, bad days, and words they didn't mean but said in the heat of the moment.
Kurt shook his head, refusing to allow himself to linger on such negative thoughts. Yes, he was a sarcastic Athiest who sometimes had no hope for the world (especially after the life he had lived), but he was determined to see the silver lining in everything from now on. He was finished with wallowing in self-pity. He didn't need to do that anymore. He had Blaine now. His life had become so much better in only a few shorts years, since the moment he and Blaine had become friends. Kurt smiled as he realized that despite the hardships had had faced in his past and was yet to face in his future, it gets better.
Mercedes walked into the boys' tent mere seconds after Finn and Puck had returned from disposing of their uninvited guest. Just as they were about to launch into their tale of what had gone down while they were out, the dive strode into the room. Finn instantly clicked his mouth shut and looked away sheepishly. Mercedes, being ever observant, noticed this and immediately called the boys out.
"Alright, what did you all do?"
No one spoke. They glanced surreptitiously at one another, but quickly glanced away. Mercedes locked eyes with each male, determined to get one of them to spill the beans. Her eyes landed lastly on one Sam Evans, and she knew she would be victorious. After a lot of romance from Sam, Mercedes had given in a few weeks ago and started dating him again. They were going stronger than ever now that Sam didn't have to worry about his family as much.
She swayed her hips as she stalked toward her boyfriend. Well, in this case, her prey. She noticed Sam visibly swallow and knew she had him right where she wanted him.
"Sam," she whispered as she lithely wrapped her arms securely around his neck, "You'll tell me, won't you?"
Sam spluttered and swallowed. He glanced furtively toward first Blaine and then Finn. If anyone would understand his current predicament, it'd be those two. Blaine almost never denied Kurt anything, and Rachel had Finn wrapped tightly around her little finger. While Sam hadn't been dating Mercedes nearly as long, he felt obligated to give her anything she wanted, and he was especially powerless when she used seduction to get her way. He knew he was being played every time, and despite his vow to not give in, he always did.
Blaine smiled sympathetically at the blonde. He knew all too well the thoughts that were going through Sam's head at the moment. If he had been in the same position with Kurt acting that way, he'd be hard-pressed to deny his beautiful fiancé (Blaine couldn't wait for the moment that he could finally start referring to Kurt as his husband) anything. Besides, he knew that if Kurt actually did have a BF (A/N; stands for bitch fit, for those who don't know. It's a movie reference.) about the ordeal, there were ways to get him calm again. Ways Blaine would be more than happy to employ.
Finn was shaking his head enthusiastically in Sam's direction. Yeah, Mercedes and Sam were an item. And yeah, Sam loved her and wanted to give her the world. These were both prospects Finn could empathize with. But if Sam told about what had gone down, Kurt would kill them all, for sure. And Finn didn't want to die. Not yet, at least. He had so many things he still wanted to accomplish in his lifetime. He had yet to win a football championship ring. He hadn't married Rachel and had adorable children. He hadn't eaten the best ribs in the country, at a restaurant called Sticky Fingers in Jacksonville, Florida. (A/N: Yep, it's real. I ate there once. Best cornbread muffins EVER. Literally tasted like a cupcake.) And there were so many other items on his bucket list. So Finn stared pleadingly at the blonde and hoped with all of his heart that he's survive long enough to try those ribs at least once.
Sam didn't know what to do. He was torn between protecting his friends' manhood (because that was surely what Kurt would attack first, other than Blaine's anyway) and giving in to the sweet temptation that was his girlfriend sinuously wrapped around him.
"Well," Mercedes purred in his ear once she noticed his darting eyes, "What's it gonna be, hot stuff?"
Sam knew he was done for. He couldn't have himself gaining a certain problem before Kurt's wedding had even begun, and judging by the tension near the zipper of his tuxedo pants, that would soon be the case if he didn't do something. So, with a long wrought out sigh of defeat, he obeyed.
"Sebastian was here," he admitted quietly.
Finn, Puck, Wes, David, and Artie all groaned simultaneously. Blaine and Mike sent Sam a sympathetic smile. The remaining Warblers looked around, bemused by the two rather opposite reactions. They decided to side with Blaine, seeing as he knew Kurt the best. If Blaine wasn't worried, then there was nothing to worry about.
"Dude, he's going to kill us," Finn moaned as he slid to the floor in a disgruntled heap.
Mike chuckled. "Well, technically he'll only kill you and Puck." He paused thoughtfully for a second before adding, "And maybe Wes."
Wes spluttered unseemly. "What did I do?"
"You know how Blaine gets when he's angry and you let him hit Sebastian," Mike reasoned. "Although you did try to stop him before hand, Kurt would still be pissed that you let him get that hit in at all."
Wes moaned and slid into a heap beside Finn. Both were repeatedly muttering miserably, "I'm dead. Kurt's going to kill me."
David walked to Wes' side and soothingly rubbed his shoulder. "You'll be fine. I'll protect you."
Wes smiled gratefully up at his friend. "Thanks, man. But let's be honest. I don't think you could take on an angry Kurt and win."
David scoffed. "Never said I could. I only said I'd protect you from his wrath. I never said I'd take it on myself."
"Then what would you do?" Wes inquired curiously.
"Throw Blaine in the middle. I doubt Kurt would kill him. Or at least, I'd hope not."
"Hey!"
"Shut up, Blaine," the Warblers chanted in unison.
"Sorry. You know, you guys are getting way too good at that."
Wes continued speaking as if the outburst hadn't occurred. "I suppose you're right. Kurt's crazy when he's angry, but he's even crazier in love with Sir Gels-a-Lot."
"Hey!"
"Do we even need to say it again, Blaine?" Trent said with a raised brow.
"Sorry."
Mercedes watched on amusedly as the boys squabbled amongst themselves. She could see why Kurt loved Blaine so much. She could also see why Kurt had accepted the Warblers as family so easily during his time at Dalton. At competitions, the boys had seemed serious and a bit uptight. But outside of their school environment, the group was nearly as crazy as ND themselves.
After fifteen minutes of Finn groaning pathetically on the ground, the Warblers causing a general chaos, and the male members of New Directions playing a short-lived game of bloody knuckles, Mercedes decided it was time to get out of there and report back to Kurt.
"Alright," Mercedes shouted loudly enough to have everyone focus their sole attention on her, "I'd hate to break up your little pity party, but I need to bounce and report back to my white boy."
There was an immediate uproar of protests, which Mercedes completely ignored. Over everyone's wailing and whining she asked, "Is anyone willing to give me the deets or do I have to worm them out of one of you?"
The boys quieted and unconsciously all turned to Blaine. Seeing as he was least likely to get into trouble with Kurt, it seemed best that he be the one to decide how the story was spun to Mercedes.
"Well, I was panicking, as per usual," Blaine started as he found a chair to sit comfortably in. he gestured for Mercedes to take a seat to, implying that it would be a long story full of surprises she should probably be sitting for. Mercedes nodded and complied with his request. Once the two were both comfortably seated, the remaining people in the room sat around them in a large circle. Blaine looked around him and chuckled. "This reminds me of Warbler Story Time," he remarked with a chuckle. The Warblers laughed along with him while Mercedes and the other boys looked on curiously.
"Anyway," Blaine continued once the laughter had died down, "I was getting nervous and Wes was trying to get me to relax. And then out of nowhere Sebastian comes in and says some snide comment about how if I'm so nervous maybe Kurt isn't the right one for me and I should go be with him instead. And that was bad enough, but he just wouldn't stop," Blaine snarled. "I mean, he went on insulting Kurt in so many ways and I just wanted to pummel him more and more with every word that came out of his mouth."
"Blaine wanted to kill him, but I made him stop," Wes added in helpfully.
"You hit him?" Mercedes asked, half impressed and half worried.
Blaine sighed. "Not really one of my proudest moments, but yeah I did. He deserved that and so much more."
"If you don't mind my asking, what exact insults did he use?"
"That Kurt was flamboyant, untalented, and unattractive. He called him an idiot and a bitch. But that wasn't even what caused me to hit him."
"It wasn't?" Mercedes was a bit surprised. What worse thing could Sebastian have said that caused Blaine to finally lose all his self-restraint? It must have been pretty horrible to be able to cause someone like Blaine to lose his control.
"It wasn't."
"Then what was?"
"He had the audacity to assume that I would just leave Kurt for him, after he had said all those horrible things. Not that I would have left Kurt anyway, but that was the last straw. I just lost it and socked him in the jaw."
"It was awesome!" Puck chimed in. "There was blood and an awesome cracking sound when his fist connected." Puck grinned at Blaine. "Nice job on that, by the way."
Finn took a minute to congratulate Blaine on his insane punch and then went back to sulking in the corner, still convinced that Kurt was going to kill him for not telling about Sebastian right away.
"Then what happened?" Mercedes questioned impatiently.
"Right. Well, I told him to get out. Then he stood up and said that he liked how I was feisty enough to hit him and that it basically turned him on. It was disgusting." Blaine shook his head in repulsion at the memory. "I was going to hit him again, but then Wes mentioned how upset Kurt would be and all the rage just melted away and then I was calm and rational again."
"Wow," Mercedes whistled.
"Yeah. And then Puck and Finn dragged him out, so I don't know what happened after that."
Mercedes stood. "Well, I'm off to report back to Kurt before he blows something up. See you at the end of the aisle." She smiled, waved at the group of dumbstruck boys, and strode out of the tent.
It was quiet for all of five minutes. Then, David said, "Damn, why couldn't I find a girl like that?"
Sam visibly tensed. "She's mine, dude."
David nodded. "Yeah, I know. I'd never dream of taking her or anything. I was just saying."
"Maybe you should ask Kurt to set you up with one of his other female friends?" Finn suggested.
Wes tensed, unbeknownst to anyone, at the suggestion. He quickly relaxed before David or Blaine could notice. No one could know.
"Yeah," David replied musingly, "Maybe I'll do just that."
A/N: Wow, this chapter sort of got out of hand (okay well maybe a lot) but the characters made me do it! Santana demanded reaffirmation of her relationship with Brittany (because the mention of a date wasn't enough for her. She actually wanted to propose to Britt right then and there, but I convinced her that that would be another story.) Sebastian threatened to cause trouble and Blaine begged to be able to get at least one good hit in. And of course Kurt had to send someone to check on the boys (they are a bit crazy after all). Hopefully he won't react too badly.
I digress. I decided here would be the best place to cut the chapter rather than making it over 8,000 words by including Kurt's reaction and the wedding/reception. So you can look forward to aforementioned things next chapter.
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