A/N: Hello! Hope everyone is having a good year so far. I apologize profusely for the inhumane amount of time this chapter took. I kept pushing it off because I couldn't find the time to fully dedicate myself to writing and you all deserve nothing but the best of my abilities. Hopefully this chapter is somewhat up to par.

Guys this is not one of my favorite chapters. It probably could have been better, honestly. I'm planning on just accelerating the story and writing the wedding already. We'll see what happens.

Anyway, I cannot believe that this small story is now past 80 pages as a Word document. It's come so far. :3

I usually don't do this but I feel sooo guilty so: WHOEVER IS THE FIRST REVIEWER TO REVIEW THIS CHAPTER WILL GET A KLAINE ONE-SHOT OF THEIR CHOICE. You give me the prompt, and I will write the story. Simple as that.

This may be a boring filler, but I promise to include some laughs, provided by none other than Rachel and Finn.

This is one of the few words in the English language that I still have trouble spelling: inconvenience. Please tell me I'm not the only one.

Edit: I'm also offering one-shots to the 15th and (if it gets that far) 20th reviewer.

"That was interesting," Kurt commented as they drove toward their next destination: the Hudmel home.

Blaine turned to quickly smile at Kurt before focusing on the road again. "Yeah, it really was. It was great to see Wes, David, and Thad again."

"It was," Kurt agreed. "I swear, not a thing has changed with those three. Still as crazy as ever. And Thad's reaction to the news of our engagement was priceless."

Blaine laughed. "I know. It's too bad the other Warblers couldn't have made it. I would've killed to see Jeff's or Nick's reaction to the news."

"Oh God, no," Kurt groaned. "Jeff would have suffocated me in his excitement and I'm sure Nick would have had a hard time pulling him off in time to save me."

"Oh come on," Blaine laughed. "It wouldn't have been that bad. You're just being your usual dramatic self."

"You're only saying that because you wouldn't have been the one being suffocated."

"Well, at least we gained two new friends in Lysander and Dylan."

"I know. Aren't they just the cutest?" Kurt gushed.

Blaine chuckled at his fiancé's enthusiasm. "Yeah, they were pretty adorable, I'll admit."

"They're coming to the wedding," Kurt said determinedly.

"Of course," Blaine agreed easily.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned, "That reminds me: I have to go venue shopping with Rachel today. Along with whatever else she plans on dragging me into."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Blaine assured. "If anyone knows how to handle Rachel, it's you."

"I suppose that's true. What about you; are you going to be alright with Finn?"

"I'll be fine. No need to worry about either of us."

"As long as you're sure…"

"I'm positive."

"Okay. Then just drop me off at Rach's, I guess."

"No problem," Blaine replied as he turned down onto Rachel's street. "Finn's there anyway so it's not an inconvenience."

Blaine drove for a few more minutes until he reached the opposite end of the block. Once he spotted the red and brown brick house that belonged to Rachel's fathers, he pulled up into the driveway and parked. Within a matter of seconds, Rachel bounded out to the car.

"Kurt! Blaine!" Kurt stepped out of the car and into the awaiting arms of the slightly irritated brunette. "It took you long enough to get here," she complained as she hugged Kurt. "I thought you had forgotten about me!"

Kurt stepped back from the embrace and looked Rachel over. For once, he approved of her choice of outfit. Gone were the knee high socks and animal sweaters. In their place were conservative heels and flattering cable knit sweaters. There wasn't a headband in her hair either, something which Kurt also considered a miracle.

"How could I possibly forget about you?" Kurt replied teasingly. There is no way to forget that voice once you've heard it, Kurt thought wryly.

"That's what I thought too, but sometimes my imagination gets away from me."

Kurt resisted the urge to laugh. Sometimes Rachel's egotism was a bit funny, albeit annoying. He searched his mind for something to distract Rachel with when he was saved by his utterly dapper fiancé.

"Where's Finn?" Thank Gaga for Blaine.

Rachel turned to Blaine, who had just stepped out of his car himself. She looked a bit peeved at being interrupted as well as not greeted but answered him anyway. "He's inside watching television."

"Thanks. I'll just head in then." He waved at Rachel, shot Kurt a dazzlingly smile, and walked into the house, shutting the door behind him.

"He used to be so proper," Rachel commented. "Now he doesn't even say a pleasant hello to me; just goes straight in to get Finn."

He probably doesn't want to have to listen to you babble endlessly, Kurt thought. Instead he said, "Perhaps we've corrupted him and his prep school ways."

"Such a shame," Rachel said sadly. Her frown quickly turned into an excited grin. "Ready to go shopping?"

Kurt sighed. "As ready as I'll ever be. Whose car are we taking?"

Blaine walked into the Berry's living room to see Finn sprawled comfortably on the brown leather couch, watching what looked to be a challenge type of reality show. Blaine quietly approached the couch from behind to get a better look at the specific television program Finn was watching, remaining as silent as possible so to not give his presence away. Finn was watching… Project Runway. Well, that was a bit unexpected.

"Project Runway? Really, Finn?"

Finn jumped at the sudden voice and quickly switched the channel on the television from the show based on baking to a cartoon duck. He looked at Blaine pleadingly, sheepishly.

"Dude, please don't tell anyone you saw that."

"I can't make any promises," Blaine said. "That would make some pretty good blackmail if the situation ever arose."

Finn paled. "Blackmail?" He shook his head. "I think Kurt's a bad influence on you."

Blaine smiled. "Maybe, maybe not."

Finn shook his head again, mumbling to himself. Blaine was sure it was something along the lines of, "Definitely so."

Before Blaine could torture Finn any longer with his newly gathered information, Rachel strode into the room. She headed straight toward Finn, who had returned to being sprawled out on the couch. Without a word, she plopped herself in Finn's lap and kissed him. Finn seemed surprised at first, but quickly returned his girl's affection.

Blaine turned away at that point, not intent on seeing anything progress further. He turned toward the door and earnestly focused his gaze on the red runner piece of carpet that stretched between the front door and the entrance to the living room. As he stood determinedly counting each strand of fiber that was out of place, a pair of spotless black boots came into his view.

"They've finished," Kurt remarked laughingly. "You can look up now."

Blaine looked up and found himself staring into his fiancé's sparkling glasz eyes. Kurt's eyes sparkled in only three situations: when he was crying, when he was laughing, and when he was scheming. Blaine assumed since Kurt wasn't crying, nor was he smirking in a mischievous way, he must have found humor in Blaine's current predicament.

"It's not funny, Kurt."

"Actually," Kurt replied with an impish smile, "I think it is."

Blaine sighed and then changed the subject. "I thought you and Rachel were leaving…?"

"We are," Kurt assured, "As soon as she's done with Finn." Kurt pointed over to the couch where Rachel and Finn were situated. They were no longer kissing, thankfully, but now seemed to be talking rather heatedly. It was a sure sign a fight would break out on Rachel's part if they weren't interrupted soon.

"Shouldn't you…?" Blaine suggested as he gestured in Rachel's direction. She was now standing over Finn, her finger poking him violently in the chest.

Kurt shrugged. "Eh, they'll get over it."

Blaine felt as if Kurt was underestimating Rachel's temper a bit, but knew when to choose his battles. If Kurt said everything would be fine, then Blaine would listen. The couple watched silently as Finn stood and pulled Rachel into his arms. Rachel resisted at first, but after a few seconds allowed herself to admit defeat.

"See?" Kurt commented as the other couple began kissing once again. "It's just a part of their relationship to constantly argue."

"I'm so glad we're not like that," Blaine said in return. "I don't think I could stand you being mad at me all the time."

"No," Kurt replied as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his fiancé's neck. "I only get mad when I feel it's necessary."

Blaine wrapped his arms snugly around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer. "Very true."

They leaned forward even more, their foreheads nearly connecting. Before the couple could share a kiss, however, Rachel bounded toward them and spoke.

"Okay Kurt, I'm ready to go now."

Kurt groaned, annoyed at being interrupted by Rachel, and pulled her out of the room. This had to have been the hundredth time by now that she had taken the initiative to disrupt his time with his fiancé. He heard Blaine mutter something akin to "cockblock" before he reluctantly released his grasp.

"That's great Rachel," Kurt replied acerbically. "Too bad you couldn't have taken just five more minutes." He dragged her semi-unwilling body into the small room beside the front door where Burt left his dirty work shoes. Kurt had since called it "The Mud Room."

"What happens in five minutes?" Rachel asked inquisitively. "Is there some special event I'm unaware of? Why didn't you tell me? I deserve to know, after all, as your top maid of honor. What if something bad was to happen and people turned to me with their questions? What would occur when I informed them that I had no knowledge of such an important event?"

"I was attempting to share a moment with my soon-to-be husband," Kurt replied as politely as he could through clenched teeth. He had to remember to never give Rachel an open-ended question or statement ever again, or she might never stop annoying him. Even after all these years, sometimes such a simple thing escaped him.

"Oh, really? Why didn't you do that while I was with Finn?"

Kurt sighed. "Can we just leave now?"

"Of course, wedding shopping is quite important after all."

"I'm sure it is."

"Blaine! Finn! We're leaving."

"Alright!" Finn called back. "Have fun!"

"We will!" Rachel called. "Behave while we're gone!" Kurt hid a snort. He had no doubt that he would be having anything other than fun. Besides, it was just such a Rachel thing to say, telling them to behave.

Finn sighed with relief as the sound of Rachel's heels receded and the front door closed. He flipped the channel back to Project Runway and turned to Blaine. "You don't mind if I finish this, right?"

Blaine chuckled. "No, go ahead," he replied good-naturedly. "I've watched it so often with Kurt that I sort of got into it too."

"Dude! Same with me and Rachel!"

Finn turned back to the television and was soon immersed in the show and its drama. Blaine wondered if Finn actually knew any of the technical terms the judges were using. Neither said anything which allowed Blaine to think over some things that had been plaguing his mind lately.

It was sort of surreal, Blaine thought, sitting in the Berry's living room and watching the remainder of an older episode of Project Runway. And with Finn, of all people. The only person less likely to watch the show was Puck, an image which Blaine found quite amusing.

Kurt was out with Rachel researching what he'd like to use for their wedding. The wedding that, despite being far away, loomed closer by the minute. Blaine wasn't scared of committing to Kurt, that wasn't the problem at all. To be honest, Blaine just had this irrational fear of something going wrong. Not that Kurt would let anything go wrong anyway. But sometimes he just couldn't help worrying about the "what if"s. Kurt's 21st birthday was still years away and anything could happen in the span of time between then and now.

Blaine was pulled from his musing as Finn asked if he wanted to get going. The episode was over and Finn wanted to leave the house before either of Rachel's dads got home. Blaine nodded his consent and the two ambled outside to get into Blaine's car which was still parked in the driveway. Finn made sure to check that the door was locked before he closed it and then followed Blaine over and got into the car. Blaine clicked his seatbelt as Finn did the same. He started the car and was about to pull out into the street when he realized something: he had no idea where they were going.

"Finn, where are we going?"

"I don't know, dude. I thought you did."

Blaine sighed. "How about we just go to the arcade?"

"Dude! That'd be so awesome!" Finn exclaimed enthusiastically. "Can we stay for hours and hours?"

Blaine grinned at his friend's enthusiasm. "Sure."

"YES!"

"Rachel, for my sanity, please just pick a place already." Kurt was losing his mind. He knew discussing venues with Rachel would be difficult, but he had never imagined she would be this bad. She had been flopping between an outside wedding in Central Park and an indoor affair at the esteemed Waldorf-Astoria hotel.

"Kurt, I can't simply pick one. I have to go over the pros and cons of both locations before even contemplating making a decision." Rachel turned from the table where she had been pouring over information and glared at Kurt reproachfully. "If anything, you should be thanking me for being so conscientious about your wedding locale. Location, location, location."

"You sound like a real estate agent," Kurt grumbled.

"The point is I will come to a final decision when I have read over all the information," Rachel declared. She then turned back to looking through her pamphlets on the two possible venues. It made Kurt chuckle in remembrance of all the pamphlets Miss Pillsbury had thrown at them during their McKinley years.

Now she and Mr. Schue were happily married, despite all the drama her parents had caused, and living in a small Ohio suburb near Lima. Will taught music at a local high school and Emma was the counselor there. Kurt had spoken to them a few times since graduation and had made a personal visit to inform them about him upcoming wedding. The couple was more than delighted to hear the news and swore they wouldn't miss the event for the world. Kurt was excited to have them.

"Aha!" Rachel's exclamation brought Kurt from his fond memories of his old Glee Club coach. Thank Gaga, he thought, she's made a decision. Finally.

"What is it, Rach?"

"The hotel would obviously be the better choice. I mean, think about it Kurt. You won't have to be concerned about the weather conditions half as much, you'll have more say on the decorations, you can hold both the wedding and the reception at the hotel, there's already caterers in the building, and the Waldorf-Astoria has tons of history. It's perfect."

Kurt nodded and was about to speak his own opinion before Rachel continued on, but he wasn't quick enough.

"Besides, the lighting will be tons better for my – I mean our – light complexions. Can't you imagine what catastrophes could have occurred if we had actually deigned to have a wedding outside? It would have been disastrous, of that I'm sure. Besides, the sun would have shone on Quinn and Sam and Brittany the most since they're blond and we can't have any of the wedding party outshine either of the grooms or the maid of honor."

"Rachel."

"I mean, honestly, who would want to be blonde anyway? Sure, the saying is that blondes have more fun, but that has yet to be proven scientifically. I'm sure if they conducted an unbiased experiment the results would show that brunettes are the better people."

"Rachel, I know you're still a bit jealous or envious or whatever of Quinn, but we really need to focus on wedding stuff right now."

Rachel stopped mid-rant and huffed. "I am not jealous or envious of Quinn. I never have been. Yes, there was a time when I very much admired her perfect figure, but I know now that no one can ever be as perfect as me."

Kurt sighed. "Whatever you say, Rach."

"Good. Now, let's talk about china patterns."

Kurt groaned internally. This is going to be a long day.

A/N: I've decided that the next chapter will have Lysander and Dylan's backstories since someone (you know who you are :]) asked so sweetly for them. :D

As a side note, Hannah your reviews just make me smile. Too widely, in fact. So thank you. :D

Hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day and enjoyed the newest episode of Glee. For those who haven't seen it I won't say much other than: Karofsky's reappearance was not at all what I expected.

Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I was going to make it longer, but I know you've been dying for an update so I promise to make the next chapter longer. :]