A/N: I'm almost sorry for the delay, but I just just finished writing Chapter Thirty so now you have have this one. :D

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

"'C'mon, B, what is there left to talk about? I thought we talked about everything on Valentine's.' For Valentine's Day, Sebastian had convinced Blaine to spend a four day weekend with him in an upscale hotel with a Jacuzzi. Four blissful days of relaxation, chatting about their relationship, and, of course, lots and lots of sex."

"You guys wanna know something?" Hunter announced, taking a seat with his breakfast tray at the Warbler's breakfast table. "I'm getting pretty sick of Blaine and Sebastian."

"What, just now?" Nick asked. "You weren't sick of them months ago when they were being all adorbs but still insisting they weren't dating?"

"No, that's not why I'm sick of them," Hunter said. "Blaine left his phone in the room this weekend while he and Sebastian were at his house, and it has been blowing up."

"So turn it off and ignore it," Jeff said with a shrug.

"I thought it could be an emergency," Hunter said.

"Was it?"

"No," Hunter said. "Someone named… Mr. Shoe is getting married to the Pillsbury dough-wife on Valentine's Day, which is stupid, first of all, and a whole bunch of people whose stupid names I can't remember but I think there was a Mike and a fancy car and something that started with a Q and Kurt, I remember for sure, are apparently going to be at the wedding and someone named Tina Something Cho-Chang or something like that has insisted I pass this message to Blaine because he absolutely has to go to the wedding." Nick and Jeff took in this information. "I guess this is relevant because Kurt's going to be there?"

"Blaine's dating Sebastian," Nick said. "Even if Mr. Shoe is getting married, who cares? And Sebastian's taking Blaine out of town anyway."

"He is?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, don't tell Blaine, it's a surprise," Nick said.

"What's a Mr. Shoe?" Jeff asked.

"Mr. Schue, short for Schuester, is the director of McKinley's Glee Club," Blaine said, walking over with Sebastian in tow. "What about him?"

"He's getting married on Valentine's Day," Hunter said. "Here's your stupid phone."

"Really? Good for him," Blaine said with a smile, taking his phone and opening all the messages he'd gotten all weekend, mostly from Tina, about how Kurt was going to be there and Blaine had to come because he'd promised just like the graduates that he would go even though he'd transferred. Blaine sighed and looked at Sebastian. "Wanna come to a wedding?"

"Weddings aren't my thing, babe," Sebastian said. "Plus all your friends will probably try to kill me."

"The three of you want to come too?" Blaine asked.

"So it looks more like Dalton's crashing the wedding as opposed to you flaunting your boyfriend?" Nick asked. "We'll think about it."

"I gotta get a suit," Blaine said.

"Blaine, baby, hold up a second," Sebastian said.

"What?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Well… it was going to be a surprise for Valentine's but I booked us a suite with a Jacuzzi at this hotel… Thursday night through Sunday… It's going to be a ton of fun," Sebastian said with such a Sebastian smirk that Blaine almost laughed.

"Sure, sounds great," Blaine said. "We'll go after the wedding. How long do weddings take anyway?"

"I'm not a wedding person," Sebastian said again. Nor did he have any desire to see Kurt (or have Kurt see Blaine) this close to the beginning of their relationship, but he didn't say that out loud.

"Then don't go, Sebastian, whatever," Blaine sighed. "But I am."

And that was that.

Blaine spent most of Wednesday obsessing over what to wear. Nick and Jeff had agreed to go with him, they loved weddings. He decided on a black suit, black tie. Nick and Jeff did the same. They all looked extremely dapper pulling up to the chapel in Blaine's Subaru. Because in this story he has a goddamn green Subaru. Not a Prius. Why a Prius? Why even is? Prius no. Subaru yes.

Mercedes was looking extremely fashionable in a bright pink dress, waiting for him at the entrance.

"Hello, Mercedes," Blaine said. "You look fantastic."

"Thanks, Blaine," Mercedes said. "You brought some men with you."

"I did, this is Nick and Jeff, they go to Dalton with me," Blaine introduced. Mercedes made an approving expression and seized Blaine's arm, proceeding to talk his ear off. Nick and Jeff sort of wandered off to find Sam so they didn't feel so awkward.

Not thirty seconds later, Mercedes also engulfed a passing Kurt on her other arm, saying she needed her 'arm gays'. They went into the ceremony and everything was fine and good and Emma didn't show up and you guys watch the show, right? The reception went on, as planned.

"And which of those two hotties you came with are you dating?" Mercedes asked.

"Um, neither," Blaine said, shaking his head, the thought almost revolting.

"Good, because it wouldn't be a Glee reunion if you and Kurt didn't sing a duet!" Mercedes chided, pushing her arm gays towards the stage.

"We don't have to…" Blaine began, but Kurt just sort of smiled and made his way onstage. Performer through and through. As Blaine and Kurt made their flirty way through Just Can't Get Enough, who should make his slippery way into the reception, but Sebastian Smythe. Also looking very good in his suit and tie, Sebastian sort of appeared out of nowhere between Nick and Jeff, trying to escape being noticed by any of the New Directions kids.

"Hey!" Jeff exclaimed. "Look who decided to show up."

"Yeah, yeah," Sebastian said. "I couldn't stand the thought of not knowing. I'm like River. Weddings are not my thing."

"She ends up married to her bowtie wearing Doctor," Nick reminded Sebastian, pointing to Blaine onstage.

"Ugh," Sebastian said, revolted at the sight of Lady Hummel onstage with his Blaine. "That's my boyfriend."

"Chill out. Blaine's going home with you tonight," Nick said. "That's coming from us."

"We're not dating," Kurt said to Blaine as they exited the stage.

"We're just friends, I know," Blaine said. "Do you want some punch?"

"Yeah, I'll have a cup," Kurt said. Blaine left to get them some punch, and Sebastian just couldn't help himself. He strutted over to Kurt, despite Jeff and Nick trying to hold him back.

"Well, well," Sebastian said, doing his best to sound like a douchebag – usually no problem for him. "Hello, Kurt."

"Sebastian," Kurt said, politely surprised and almost choking on a baby cupcake. He knew from Blaine's phone calls that Sebastian and Blaine were friends now, but hadn't expected to see him here. "What are you doing here?"

"Blaine invited most of the Warblers," Sebastian said smoothly. "We're all buddy-buddy with that incestuous public school riffraff you call a Glee club, now, anyway." Yes, Kurt knew this as well.

"Oh," Kurt said, with a shrug. "Why are you talking to me, then? I'm not your buddy."

"I don't like the way you treat Blaine," Sebastian said coolly. "There I said it."

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, setting down his cupcake in case he needed to slap a bitch.

"You're here, you're in New York, you're at voguedotcom, you're at NYADA, who are you?" Sebastian asked. "Meanwhile, Blaine is here and he's lonely and yes, he cheated, and it was fantastic, but he's only human. One chance, you want him back, you take him."

"I think the moment we all saw coming is finally here," Kurt said patiently.

"Scuse me?" Sebastian asked.

"You're in love with Blaine, and it's creepy, stop," Kurt said.

"What do you know about love?" Sebastian asked, getting dangerously close to the line he hadn't planned on crossing tonight. "You just come and go, summoning him as it pleases you. He can do better than you, Kurt." Kurt just stared at the person these words were coming from. He almost half-expected something like this from someone like Tina, but Sebastian? That was just bizarre. Sebastian turned around and slunk back over to Nick and Jeff, who'd accosted Blaine while he was getting Kurt some punch. Sebastian put his arm around Blaine's shoulders, taking the extra drink Blaine offered him. Kurt almost vomited.

It was sometime later, after Rachel had caught the bouquet, (and the Warblers had teasingly thrown their own fake bouquet, which Jeff had caught, cheeks scarlet, never ceasing to remember how Nick was going to propose sometime before they finished the school year), after Rachel and Finn had sung some incredibly sappy duet, after even Nick had stolen the microphone, singing Justin Timberlake's brand new song Suit and Tie to Jeff, that everyone seemed to pair off and go upstairs for some reason.

Kurt just looked sort of longingly after Blaine, who was slow dancing with Sebastian, while drowning his sorrows in punch with Tina, who he unfortunately never got to accuse of vapo-raping his ex-boyfriend, because she never did such a thing. He watched Quinn and Santana, both tipsy, rush out the door to the hotel above, then Rachel and Finn, then even Tina had left to go with Mike (and yes I'm taking creative liberties on the plot here, but I'm allowed to), Brittany and Sam, finally even Nick and Jeff were leaving (Kurt assumed to go back to Dalton), but Sebastian and Blaine were still there, slowly spinning in small circles.

"Wanna know a secret?" Sebastian whispered in Blaine's ear.

"Sure," Blaine answered.

"I love you," Sebastian whispered.

"I love you too," Blaine replied, everyone else in the room forgotten, it was just the two of them.

Kurt sort of seethed in his chair alone, suddenly wishing he'd asked Adam to come with him, but they weren't even really dating, just sort of flirting and going for coffee, just the way it had been with Blaine. Kurt twiddled the room key he had in his hand, not really sure why he had it. 206. It seemed significant for some reason, but he didn't know.

On the dance floor, Sebastian slipped something from his pocket into Blaine's, a room key (305). Blaine smiled, knowing what it was.

"Do you want to go upstairs yet?" Sebastian asked. "Start our Valentine's getaway?"

"Yeah," Blaine breathed, almost breathless at the thought. He forgot that Kurt was there, forgot anyone else in the universe, just Sebastian and his ability to be amazing at romance, even though it would appear he'd never had any practice.

"It could have been worse, I think?" Nick said as Jeff drove them back to Dalton. "It definitely could have been worse."

"Kurt and Sebastian could have started a catfight on the dance floor, so, yes, it could have been worse," Jeff said.

"Why weren't we trying to push Kurt and Blaine back together?" Nick asked.

"I don't know," Jeff said. "I've been a little pre-occupied lately."

"With what?" Nick asked. Jeff bit his lip.

"Thinking about the future and stuff," Jeff said.

"The future and stuff? Why?" Nick asked with a snort.

"About colleges," Jeff said.

"Oh, the c-word," Nick replied. "Yeah, those aren't fun. Have you got any letters back yet?"

"Yeah," Jeff said. "I got my first letter yesterday."

"And?"

"I, uh, didn't get in," Jeff said. "That's the one in California. Probably for the best, I couldn't afford it anyway."

"That's too bad, honey," Nick said, giving Jeff's leg a good squeeze. "We'll find a good fit."

"Have you been accepted anywhere?" Jeff asked as nonchalantly as he could.

"Nah," Nick sighed. Liar.

"Really? I would have thought you'd have at least heard back from a few of those places you applied to early," Jeff said. He was probing.

"Haven't read any acceptance letters yet," Nick said with a laugh. Technically true.

"Nicky, you don't have to hide it from me," Jeff said as calmly as he could muster. Nick looked at him, deflating. "Another one came in the mail last week, you can't hide them from me forever. Where have you gotten into?"

"I don't know," Nick said. "Honestly, I haven't opened a single one. I don't want to go where you're not. When you decide where you're going, then I'll pick a school in the same place, and everything will work itself out."

"We might have to accept the possibility that we won't always be able to see each other every day," Jeff said. "You said yourself that I'll be famous someday. What if I am famous? What if I go somewhere because I'm famous and you have to stay home and look after our kids?"

"I'll be the happiest stay-at-home-Dad anyone ever saw," Nick replied, putting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder as Jeff drove. "You will be famous someday, J. I promise you."

"That's a pretty big promise," Jeff said, taken aback.

"Yep," Nick agreed smiling. "You're worth it."

"We need to talk about us," Blaine said suddenly.

"You say this after round three when the only thing I want to think about is getting back in that Jacuzzi and making you give me a massage?" Sebastian asked. "Great timing, B."

"No, we really need to talk about our relationship," Blaine whined, getting up from the bed, very sticky at this point, to retrieve a damp washcloth. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Having sex for the most part," Sebastian said.

"But we love each other," Blaine said. "And we're boyfriends, we have a contract and everything."

"Yes," Sebastian agreed, accepting the cloth from Blaine. "It's a very nice contract, I like that contract."

"It says we're temporary boyfriends," Blaine said. "From the way you were acting so possessive earlier, I'd say temporary is not the word I would use."

"B, if you want to go back to Kurt, you can. He's right downstairs, probably still sitting at the bar, drinking like a super gay fish," Sebastian said. "If you don't want to go back to Kurt, I would suggest you get in the Jacuzzi, because I need a massage, big time."

"Sebastian, I'm trying to be serious here," Blaine said.

"So am I," Sebastian retorted with a huff, willing himself to get up even though he was exhausted, staggering across the room, and landing with an unceremonious splash in the Jacuzzi again. Blaine climbed in next to him, massaging his boyfriend's weary muscles, the muscles that were doing such a good job keeping the both of them happy.

"When are we going to decide if we're going to be permanent or not?" Blaine asked.

"It's only been a month," Sebastian said. "Give a guy a little time."

"Time to what?"

"Decide if relationships are really my cup of tea," Sebastian said before groaning in pleasure from his massage. "I – wow, you're good at this – so far, it's been good, but who knows, I mean, I was in a relationship with freaking Trent for almost a month before we broke it off. Then Hunter… I mean, I don't know, I think Hunter and I are technically still in a relationship."

"What?" Blaine laughed.

"We're work-married," Sebastian said with a laugh. "He's my Warbler-Wife. Or I'm his." Blaine laughed again.

"How long then?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe three months?" Sebastian said lazily, rolling his shoulders out a little more. "Oh, right there, that's the good stuff." Blaine worked his fingers into Sebastian back with a little more pressure than he had been.

"So April? After Regionals?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, April," Sebastian said. "April sounds good. I like April. Wow, you have magic fingers, B, seriously, have you looked into doing this for a living?"

"Usually prefer private shows," Blaine said with a smirk. "These fingers don't work for just anybody."

"Good to know I'm not just anybody," Sebastian said with another groan.

"Nope, you're my boyfriend," Blaine said, with a quick kiss to the back of Sebastian's head.

I can't wait til I get you on the floor, good-looking
Going out so hot, just like an oven
And I'll burn myself, but just had to touch it
It's so fly and it's all mine
Hey baby, we don't mind all the watching
Cuz if they study close, real close
They might learn something
She ain't nothing but a little doozy when she does it
She's so fly tonight

And as long as I've got my suit and tie
I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight
And you got fixed up to the nines
Lemme show you a few things
All pressed up in black and white
And you're dressed in that dress I like
Love is swinging in the air tonight
Lemme show you a few things

Nick liked to sing Timberlake songs while he took his clothes off for some reason. It had started quite a while ago with Sexyback, but ever since Suit and Tie had come out, he'd been obsessed.

"Baby, I don't mean to interrupt the stripping extravaganza, but I'm not really sure what you're trying to accomplish here," Jeff said, from where he was already lying on the bed in just his underwear.

"Just singing," Nick said, shrugging as he took his pants off and hung them neatly in his closet. "And getting undressed."

"Are you planning on showing me a few things?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know if I know anything I haven't already shown you," Nick said. "This month's Cosmo has another 101 ways to please your man in it, maybe I'll pick one up."

"Shouldn't I be the one trying to please you?" Jeff asked with a flirtatious wink.

"Oh, sweetheart, you know you already do," Nick replied with a grin. "So good for me, aren't you, baby?"

"Ew, you know how I feel about 'sweetheart'," Jeff said, with a wrinkled nose.

"You know what? I think I got something better to say," Nick said, pulling his tie off over his head and throwing it at Jeff. "If I can pull this off. Ready?"

I said, scuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm lovin your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye
What? Yes I did, Yes I did,
Somebody please tell them who the eff I is
I am Nicky Duval, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up

Jeff couldn't help but laugh, Nick was hilarious when he tried to rap.

"Okay, I don't know the words," Nick admitted. Jeff laughed and sang the chorus with him.

Boy, you got my heartbeat running away
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

"I'm only letting you get away with that song because you are Nicky Duval," Jeff said. "My Nicky." Nick was, at this point, pretty much laying on top of Jeff, because he had this habit of being on top of Jeff, and they both liked it. Jeff lifted his head to connect his lips with Nick's.

It was Valentine's Day, one of many that they would share together, but Nick still didn't propose.

A/N: Working title for this section of the story? "Nick still didn't propose"

FAQ TIME:
Q: How many more chapters are you going to write?
A: Until I'm finished.
Q: Is it going to be painful?
A: How much do you really have set for your happiness being equal to Sebastian's?
Q: Is my Niff safe?
A: Yes. Your Niff is untouchable.
Q: I like Kurt.
A: So do I, what's your question.

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Next time: Strip Poker, Fight Club, and Regionals!
And Later: A power play forces Sebastian to confront his emotions. (And also Bootylicious).

((Also if you'd like to speculate on future Glee episodes with me, I'd love to discuss how much I want Ryder's online girlfriend to be Unique.))