Somewhat short but only part 1 of 2 for chapter 6!

Blaine's POV:

Tonight was the night of the joint bachelor and bachelorette party. Heather, Darcy, Charlie, Sean, and I were on our way to the bar that Phoebe had rented out. Mr. and Mrs. Grey's wedding present was an open bar with everything put on their tab. Heather was just excited to not have to stuck at home with Caden. We hired a sitter that used to babysit Darcy, allowing both of us to go out and have a night to ourselves.

Phoebe and Damien were meeting us at the bar, along with the rest of the party. Ever since we agreed on being friends, I wanted to show Phoebe that I was open to her engagement. It was going to be hard seeing the two of them tonight together but I was determined to show Phoebe that I had changed.

As expected, we were the first to arrive, followed by Phoebe who was alone. I was helping Charlie move one of the tables when she walked in. Phoebe was wearing another tight, now strapless, dress but this time it showed a lot more skin and was my favorite color on her – red. She looked like a siren with her high heels and heavy makeup. Tonight her hair was in a high pony tail, exposing a new tattoo on her back shoulder.

"What does Phoebe's tattoo say?" I asked Charlie.

He looked conflicted, "It says New York Forever in Latin or something."

"When did she get it?"

"I don't know."

Charlie sucked at lying but I dropped it at that. Phoebe stood talking to Darcy in the corner, the two of them were arguing about something.

"Is this going to turn into a chick fight?"

Charlie turned to focus on the two girls and groaned, "Just what I need tonight, two psycho best friends going at it."

Dropping the table, he started towards the two of them. Darcy looked pissed, more pissed than I had ever seen her.

"Did the church go up in flames once it realized you were getting married?" I tried to lighten the mood.

Darcy turned her glare towards me, "You were never funny."

"I told her about the stripper."

"I told you no strippers!" Darcy hit Phoebe.

Phoebe laughed, ignoring that her best friend was getting mad at her.

"Blaine and I agreed that a stripper is essential to a great bachelor and bachelorette party. Plus, she specializes in couple dances," Phoebe's eyes twinkled.

I had not known that she was a couple's dancer but color me intrigued. Charlie gave me a high five on the low down so that Darcy could not see because he had specifically told me to get the stripper. He would never cheat on Darcy, mostly because if she ever found out she would chop his balls in half, but he said that it did not mean that he could not watch her entertain everyone else.

"Go enjoy and if you don't like it, then I will take full responsibility for whatever happens."

"You're lucky you look hot in that dress or I'd tear you to shreds," Darcy finally calmed down, "I'm sorry, I'm turning into a total bridezilla. Strippers are fun, right?"

"They are," Charlie wrapped his arms around Darcy's shoulders, "Plus, think about how hot it'll be to see the two of you kiss."

"In your dreams Red," she shrugged him off her, "I've been there, done that."

People started crowding in, ending what could have been an argument. Darcy hugged Phoebe and whispered in her ear before greeting her guest. Phoebe turned towards me and smiled a genuine smile and my heart flipped.

"You look great," I somehow managed to get the words out.

"Thanks, so do you. The place looks great," Phoebe surveyed the room, "I would have been here sooner but things came up."

I did not know if it we were good enough friends yet to ask where Damien was.

"Well it's good that you're here now. Darcy needs you here, she would be driving everyone else crazy."

She laughed, "Get a few drinks in her and she'll settle down."

Phoebe was taken away by one of the bridesmaids into a dance circle around the DJ. It was nice to see the carefree girl that I had fallen in love with.

"Go over and dance with her," Heather snuck up behind me.

"Why don't you?"

Heather scoffed, "So she can call me a whore? I'm only here because you asked them to invite me. No one wants me here, it's like high school all over again."

I did not know the high school Heather, only rumors of who she was. My main concern then had been Phoebe. Now that I knew what Heather had to endure in high school, I felt bad that I was never there to stick up for her against the constant bullying.

"Come on, dance with me," I held out my hand.

"I don't know how," Heather looked down at her hand, "I never went to dance classes like the rest of the girls and I never went to prom."

"I'll show you and I'm not going to take no for an answer," I pulled her to the makeshift dancefloor, "What is it that you're always telling Caden when he's scared?"

"Fear isn't real but my love for you is," she smiled, "Are you in love with me Blaine?"

My father still wanted me to marry Heather, he even had Abby join in on his campaign but I could never see her like that. My heart still belonged with Phoebe and it would not be fair to lead any other woman on when they could not measure up to her.

"You gave me Caden, of course I love you."

"We made a pretty great kid didn't we?"

"No kid talk," I spun her around, "Let's dance."

Phoebe's POV:

I watched Heather and Blaine laugh and dance from the bar. The old Phoebe would have been jealous and would have started an argument. The new Phoebe wanted to do the same but I knew that I could not because who was I to tell him who he could and could not dance with. Darcy came to stand next to me at the bar and passed me a shot.

"Drink up girlfriend, you're green is showing."

"I'm not jealous, we're friends."

That was what we were calling each other but we both knew that we could never be just friends. Damien was trying to be supportive but I could tell that he would have been much happier if we never talked again.

"Uh huh, well now that you're going to be living in the same city as your 'friend' are you going to be seeing more of each other?"

I had not told Blaine about moving back to New York because I did not want to give him hope for a reconciliation. Damien and I had to get out of London. I was missing my family, my friends, and the City.

"I never told him that I was moving back and you better not either or else I'll tell Charlie about the baby."

Her eyes widened, "I will kill you."

"He's going to know when you're the only one not getting trashed tonight. You're lucky your wedding is only a few days away or else Charlie's mother would consider you a heathen who was trying to entrap her son."

Charlie's mother still was not a fan of Darcy and I used it that information to annoy her.

"You're so funny Pheebs," Darcy squeezed my shoulder extra hard, "Now go out there and take your man back."

"He's not my man!"

Charlie came over to be near Darcy, "Come on, the stripper wants us to have our private session."

"Maybe later, I was just about to go to the bathroom," she lied.

Darcy did not want to be with the stripper because she was already feeling fat and saw her as competition. The stripper's name was Tiffany. She had huge fake tits and a hot body but nothing compared to Darcy's. Darcy's body was as banging as it was freshmen year in high school as it was now but you could never get her to listen. This wedding was making her even crazier than I was used to but she was my best friend and I was going to be there for her.

"Alright, I'm going to the dancefloor. You better get out here soon," he kissed her on the lips then made his way to Heather and Blaine.

My focus stayed on them as Heather and Blaine moved around the dance floor in unison. Blaine had always been a great dancer and was showing Heather some dance moves.

"I wish I was drunk," Darcy pouted.

I had told her that I would be sober with her but what she wanted was for every drink that she wanted to take, she gave to me instead. She was living vicariously through me.

"You'll be happy once you hold that baby in your arms. I've seen you with Caden, you're a natural."

"I never thought I was a baby person until finding out that I was pregnant," she admitted, "Now all I can think about are baby names."

I was going through the same thing, the only problem was that babies were not on Damien's radar. In fact, I had a sinking feeling sometimes that he never wanted to have a kid of his own. We were visiting our friends in London who had a baby of their own and when my friend Cara went to give Damien their son Trey, he was uncomfortable the entire time.

"I'm with you."

"Let's stop being a bore and dance. This is my bachelorette party, I don't need to drink to have fun!"

Laughing, I followed Darcy out onto the dance floor.