Phoebe's POV:

Darcy was finally married and I did not have to kill her. Their ceremony went exceptionally well that even I was surprised nothing went wrong. Darcy's mother did not cause a scene, Charlie did not forget his vows, Caden walked down the aisle without needing help, and Darcy looked like Princess Diane as she walked towards Charlie. Blaine confided in me that Charlie had tears in his eyes, the reaction Darcy was going for, but Blaine believed he was only crying because he was marrying a psychotic bitch.

I sat at the head of the table watching Darcy and Charlie dance their first dance as husband and wife, looking the happiest that I had ever seen either one of them. It was bittersweet – I was happy for my best friend but I wanted Damien to be here. Their song ended and everyone else from the wedding party was invited to the dance floor to join them.

"Can I have this dance?" Blaine held his hand out to me.

Blaine had been my rock throughout today as I struggled with not clawing Darcy's eyes out. He was having a much easier time getting Charlie prepared for today so he was able to go on any last minute errands that Darcy threw at him.

"Here's my knight in shining armor," I took his hand, "I thought you'd never ask."

We walked to the dancefloor, where a small crowd of Charlie and Darcy's wedding party was already forming as Darcy and Charlie's song ended. Another slow song came on and Blaine hesitantly brought me closer. His hands stayed where they were supposed to be and if he slipped his face would redden.

"I don't think I've ever known you to be so bashful," I teased.

He laughed, "You're making me nervous. Plus having a room full of people watching us is not helping my nerves."

Sure enough, my eyes landed on the table that held my parents, Teddy and Gwen, Abby and Mr. O'Reilly, Heather, and a few other guests. I had tried to get Darcy to split my parents up from Abby and Mr. O'Reilly but

"I feel like your father is going to pull a fire alarm or something just to keep us from dancing."

Blaine's eyes left mine and moved over towards his father, "He's just an angry old man."

"He has every right to hate me," I whispered, "And so do you."

Blaine refocused on me, "Not here."

The song ended and everyone else was called to the dancefloor. I was separated from Blaine to dance with my father who was just bursting to talk about the dance that Blaine and I just shared.

"What did you two talk about? It looked serious near the end."

My father fooled everyone else but not me, he tried to act like he was above gossip but he was one of the nosiest people that I knew. I had never known him to ever mind his business, regardless of the topic, and this time was no different.

"Leave it alone Mr. Grey."

He frowned, "I hate it when you call me that. Why can't you call me daddy like you used to when you were little and happy to see me?"

"I am happy to see you," I rested my head on his chest, "But I don't want to talk about Blaine right now. How was Theodore taking me dancing with him?"

"I thought you didn't want to talk about Blaine?"

"He and I are trying to be friends, don't ruin this dad."

My father tried to act offended, "Have I ever gotten in the way of your personal affairs?"

I perked my eyebrow at him, "Really wanna go there?"

"Alright, alright, I'll stay out of it but if I might add, it's your mother you have to worry about."

I already knew that she was going to be a problem last night when I came home. She had stayed up waiting for me using the false pretense of having a manuscript to read. I had been grilled about the party and especially about Blaine. My mother was not usually as invasive so I was surprised that she kept asking me questions about Blaine. The only excuse that I could think of to get out of the conversation was feigning being drunk and lightheaded to go upstairs.

"Yeah, I'll talk with her later. I'm going to go walk around and make sure that everything is okay in the kitchen."

Dinner would not be served for another half hour but I wanted to escape the conversation as fast as I could. I found Darcy and Charlie dancing together but motioned for her to follow me. Now that the wedding was over the attention no longer needed to be focused on her. She followed me into an empty room and locked the door behind her.

"What's wrong?"

"My parents are attacking me with questions about Blaine, I can't breathe," I fanned my face.

She grabbed my shoulders, "Relax, take deep breaths."

"Why does everyone expect me to have all of the answers? I don't see anyone grilling Blaine about anything. How about how he thought it would be a great idea to lie to me for months and proposing to me knowing that he had a baby on the way."

Truth be told, as much as I wanted to be with Blaine that was still a major unsolved issue. I could never fully trust him again after how extremely hurt I was after finding out about Caden. Back then I may not have been mature enough to be a stepmother to Caden but Blaine took that opportunity away from me without giving me a choice.

"I know Phee," Darcy rubbed my back as I felt tears trail down my face.

"I can't believe I'm crying over this on your wedding day," I straightened myself up, "I'm so selfish."

"I know you are but you'd do the same thing for me if the roles were reversed. Clean yourself up Grey and show that boy what he's missing."

She was right, no boy was worth the tears, even if he was the love of my life.

Blaine's POV:

I was cornered by Mrs. Grey for a dance even though I was purposely trying to avoid any interaction with her. I saw it in her eyes the night of the rehearsal dinner. She did want me in Phoebe's life anymore, not that I could blame her, but it was not her decision.

"Stay away from her Blaine," Mrs. Grey did not try and start small talk, "She's been doing great and you'll only ruin it."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Her head shook, "Don't play that innocent game with me Blaine. You had your chance, twice I might add, and you ruined both chances. I loved you for Phoebe at first but now I see what happens when you come in and ruin things. I'm left to pick up the pieces and I don't want to have to do that again."

"With all due respect Mrs. Grey, isn't that Phoebe's decision?"

"The two of you can't think clearly when it comes to one another. She loves Damien, she's going to marry Damien."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," I pulled away from her, "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go get a drink."

My hands clutched the shot glass in front of me. Mrs. Grey had been in my court at one point but not anymore. When Phoebe and I were in high school, she was the one who I would talk to about getting through to Phoebe. All of that was gone now.

"Can I have a whiskey on the rocks?"

This was not my night I sighed as Theodore sat down in the stool next to me.

"How're you doing Blaine?"

I ordered another drink, "Fine."

"Good to hear. How's your son?"

He was trying to egg me on but I was not going to give him the benefit of losing my control. When he noticed that he was not getting to me, Teddy upped his antics.

"I'm not sure if you know this but Phoebe is engaged to a man that isn't going to have to be paying child support until his kid is eighteen."

"It's actually twenty-six in New York if the child goes to college," he continued.

"Leave him alone Theodore," Mr. Grey stood on the right side of me.

Theodore's posture instantly changed, "We were just talking."

"Go find your mother, she's been waiting to dance with you."

Theodore grumbled and cursed as he stalked off to find Mrs. Grey. I had had enough Grey interaction to last me a life time.

"Don't let them get to you," Mr. Grey advised.

"I'm not. I'm just getting myself something to drink."

Something caught Mr. Grey's attention causing him to let out a string of curse words. I followed his gaze to the dance floor where Damien was swinging Phoebe around. She had a smile on her face that was not there when I last spoke with her. I could feel my heart break so I ordered another shot. Followed by another and another.

"You can't let that Ivy League chew toy win her. You have to fight for her."

"I'm done fighting for her, she's obviously made her choice."

I was no match to a multi-billionaire heir to a corporation. What could I offer Phoebe besides baggage and a son with a girl I was not even in love with?