Heather's POV:

I took a break from dancing with Blaine to use the bathroom. Even though I was here, I wish that I was back home with Caden. He was the love of my life and I had him with my best friend. Having Blaine as a support system changed my entire life around. Some days when I wanted to revert back to that petty, insecure girl that I was in high school, he proves to me just how much I had grown. As a way of saying thank you, I wanted to get him and Phoebe back together.

Blaine was never going to love another girl as much as he loved Phoebe. Phoebe had no idea that Blaine was pretty much staying abstinent for her. He went on dates in New York but he always found something wrong with the girl and never called them back. I thought he needed to move on but if that was who he wanted, I was determined to give it to him.

The bathroom door opened and in came Darcy and Phoebe. I was always jealous of their close bond in high school; they were inseparable no matter what. Because I was Blaine's "date" for the wedding, he forced Darcy to let me stay with them. Yesterday I had tried to bond with her but she made it clear that she was not interested in any type of friendship. The phrase, "I will never be your friend," may or may not have been uttered.

"-Are you sure this dress doesn't make me look pregnant?" Darcy questioned Phoebe.

"No for the last time, now hurry up and pee."

Darcy entered the stall next to me but continued to talk to Phoebe, "When does Dumbledouche get here?"

"His name is Damien and apparently he needs to stay at home and work."

"He's really missing my party?" Darcy flushed the toilet, "What a dick."

"Duty calls," she sighed, "I just wish that I didn't feel like the third wheel in his relationship with work."

"Maybe show him what he's missing."

"I'm not getting into this with you, hurry up and wash your hands. You're procrastinating your lap dance by fixating on my relationship problems. Now come on, we're supposed to be having fun!"

They left, giving me a moment to process what Phoebe had said. There was a time after Phoebe left that I could no longer take Blaine's moping around and convinced him to write down all of the things that bothered him about Phoebe. What made the list was how she could sometimes be needy and insecure which he quickly turned around to something that he loved about her. The fact that Damien was not always around could actually bring them together. Smiling, I walked out of the stall and back to the party with new found hope.

Blaine's POV:

Heather paused dancing with me to go to the bathroom. Charlie used that opportunity to come over and hand me a beer.

"How does it feel to know that you're going to be Mr. Psycho?"

He laughed, "I can't wait. If only she would hurry up and get out here so that we could get a lap dance."

"Are you sure she wants that lap dance?"

Darcy did not seem interested whatsoever in receiving a lap dance from Tiffany.

"Who cares? She was the one who wanted this joint party. I wanted the stripper and so now, we both have what we wanted."

Sean joined our group after his private dance with Tiffany, "Man oh man is that girl good."

"Great, I'm getting your sloppy seconds."

"It wouldn't be the first time," Sean shot back.

When all three of us were in training there had been a townie that Sean and Charlie both fell for and happened to share one night. I was not one for sharing but the two of them raved about it on and on.

"Please, I thought we agreed to never talk about that again. Plus, I never told Darcy," Charlie looked around the room for her, "She would kill me."

"She didn't even know you back then!"

Even I had to defend Charlie, "Have you met his soon to be wife?"

Sean busted out laughing, "Alright, I won't bring it up again."

"Bring what up again?" Darcy wrapped her arms around Charlie's waist.

He leaned down to kiss her head, "The time Sean crapped his pants during training."

Sean glared but did not fight back. My attention was brought across the bar as I watched Phoebe go through the bar's back exit. Excusing myself, I followed her through the doors.

"He's going back to New York for work," she wiped her eyes, "It's always about his stupid job. I can't be the wife of someone who only cares about work and making money."

I did not want to push them together but I knew that was part of being a friend, "I'm sure he's beating himself up right now too."

"I know he feels guilty but I just wish that he would man up sometimes and tell his dad how he really feels. His father could call him into the office at two o'clock in the morning and he would jump out of bed, no questions asked," Phoebe looked up at me, "I'm sorry, I'm sure that you don't want to hear about my relationship."

"Friends listen to friends' problems, even if they don't want to," I told her and I was being truthful, "Come on, let's go back in and enjoy the party. Darcy will kill you if you ruin her bachelorette party and I honestly hate seeing you like this."

"I probably look like a mess," she tried to fix her makeup.

To me she still looked beautiful but it was hard to convince her.

"Dancing will take your mind off of Damien. I want at least one dance with you tonight."

Phoebe was a great dancer, singing, not so much. She was confident in her dance moves and could not care less about other peoples' opinions about her. I held my hand out to her and she accepted it, never letting go even after we reentered the bar. It was a slower song so I held Phoebe close, breathing her in.

"I like this," I looked down at her, "As friends of course."

"You don't have to say that every time you know. I get it, it's going to be hard defining what a friend should and should not do but you're doing a great job. Thank you for being there for me tonight."

"I meant what I said the other night, having you in my life even as just a friend is enough and I'm not going to ruin it with old feelings."

Phoebe looked down for a moment, "So those feelings are old?"

I could not tell if this was a test or not but I did not want to fail it, "Let's just dance, alright? No talking, just dancing."

"I like that."

So we danced and danced a lot longer than everyone else. I did not want to let Phoebe go, fearing that if she left my side that I would not see her again for the rest of the night. We did talk, but it was small talk in between songs. I listened to Phoebe talk about her job and London and how much she loved what she was doing. I could have listened to her talk about the weather and still be interested.

"I'm talking too much. Tell me about what you've been up to."

"Well besides raising Caden, I'm actually doing a lot of computer and security programming."

She grinned, "I always knew that you would do great things O'Reilly."

"You made me want to do great things."

If it were not for Phoebe pushing me to go back to school, I never would have gotten my degree from Columbia. I was now trying to get my Master's degree which would be an even bigger pay increase. Heather and I wanted Caden in private school and especially now that Heather was back in school, we would be able to afford it.

"So that tattoo on your shoulder," I stared down at it, "What does it mean?"

Phoebe bit her up, drawing my attention to where they should not be, "I'll just say it, it does partially symbolize us in New York but it also symbolizes New York being my home. I'm sure Charlie has already told you that I'm moving back there."

"Yeah, he's never been good at keeping secrets."

She rolled her eyes, "Neither is Darcy."

"When are you moving back?"

"After the wedding, I'm having everything shipped back from London."

"Abby is going to want to have you guys over for dinner."

"I know, I've talked to her, Blithe, and Meredith. They want a girls' day with the four of us when I come back."

Blithe and Meredith were Team Phoebe all the way, they always considered her their sister-in-law even after we broke up. In their opinion, Phoebe had every right to want to break up with me.

"I'm glad that you guys still talk."

"They were the sisters I always wanted, you know?"

"They saw you that way too."

Our conversation was cut short when Darcy and Charlie announced that they had prepared a speech for everyone. Phoebe and I were pulled in different directions as our duties called for us to also make a speech. I kept mine simple and congratulated the both of them but it was Phoebe's speech that everyone liked.

"I'm the maid of honor for many reasons. I have known Darcy the longest, she's my best friend, my partner in crime, and my soul sister. I hand her over to Charlie as he becomes all of those things for her and its going to be hard letting her go but at the same time, I'm relieved that she found someone who can handle her at her best and at her worst. Here's to the happy couple, two of the wildest and craziest lovebirds that I have ever met. I wish you nothing but happiness for years to come. Now let's drink!"

The end of her speech was met with tons of cheers and the music restarting. Phoebe hugged Darcy and Charlie then made her way back to me. Heather joined the spot next to me, surveying everything.

"Where've you been?" I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"Getting hit on by a drunken groomsman."

"That's my girl," I laughed, "Come on, dance with me."