A/N: I don't want this to be the end. Promise me it's not the end? We can all still be friends and you can read all the other stuff I write and we can form a relationship and if anyone is going to see Darren in Boston SO AM FUCKING I, we need to meet up. Message me.
Chapter Thirty-Four:
"'Blaine Warbler, est-ce que tu me maries?' 'Oui,' Blaine replied breathlessly. 'Do you, Blaine Devon Anderson, promise to love me forever and ever, even with my dark side?' 'I do,' Blaine said. 'And do you, Sebastian Smythe, promise to love me forever no matter what?' 'I do,' Sebastian agreed. He leaned into Blaine, capturing his lips in a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, because that's what they were. Eternity."
Almost three years after graduation, Nick and Jeff were getting married. They'd chosen a date, June third, late Friday evening, and everyone was invited. Most of the Warblers accepted their invitations happily, but every attempt to get one to Hunter bounced back to them, and Sebastian still hadn't issued his answer.
"Bad news," Nick said, carrying the mail into the kitchen of their apartment near campus in Michigan where Jeff was baking cookies.
"Still no word from Sebastian?" Jeff guessed.
"Worse," Nick replied. "His RSVP finally came and he's not coming."
"Has he heard from Hunter?" Jeff asked.
"Nope, doesn't know where he is," Nick said. He turned the card over in his hand as if looking for the hidden message. "It's postmarked from Paris."
"No wonder it took so long," Jeff said. "Man, I was really looking forward to seeing him."
"He must have known Blaine would be there," Nick said. "I can't blame him really."
"No, nor do I," Jeff said. "Blaine ripped his heart out and I still don't think he's really over it."
"It's been, what, a year and a half?" Nick asked. "No, two years. Time really flies, doesn't it?"
"Tell me about it," Jeff said. "We're getting married in two weeks."
"Wish it was today," Nick said wistfully.
"We've been together a thousand years and you're getting antsy over two more weeks?" Jeff laughed. "Oh, Nicky, you never change."
"I just want to get to the honeym-OO-oon!" Nick exclaimed.
"Why?" Jeff asked. "We've already moved passed the honeymoon stage a couple hundred years ago, you goob."
"You know why," Nick said, stealing a freshly baked cookie from the cooling rack.
"Careful, they're hot," Jeff said. "And yeah, we're going on the same cruise we met on, I know." He sighed. "I really wish Sebastian was going to come. Or Hunter. We were tight, the five of us."
"Yeah, we were, but that was a long time ago," Nick said. "And we still have Trent and Blaine."
"Yeah, but Blaine's with Kurt all the time, and Trent's so busy with his boyfriend, he forgets to return my calls," Jeff complained. "I'm getting married, I'm not dead."
"We've been together for so long at this point, I can't see how this will change anything," Nick said. "Besides your cookie-making ability, that is. Only getting better."
"Thank you, honey," Jeff said, kissing Nick on his cookie-filled mouth. "I Niff you."
"I Niff you too."
NickyDuval: Sebastian, come on, Jeff wants you here
BastianSmythe: No.
NickyDuval: Jeff will be really sad if you don't
BastianSmythe: Too bad
NickyDuval: Sebastian.
BastianSmythe: Nicholas.
NickyDuval: That's not my name.
BastianSmythe: Whatever. I can't go. I can't see him.
NickyDuval: You won't have to talk to him.
BastianSmythe:Doesn't matter.
NickyDuval: It was two years ago
BastianSmythe: Exactly, and if I rush into shit before I'm ready, it'll be another two years before I can get my life on track.
NickyDuval: Bas…
BastianSmythe: I moved to Paris, I moved into my step-father's house. I just want to forget.
NickyDuval:What happened?
BastianSmythe: I don't want to talk about it.
NickyDuval: Don't you think you should talk about it? To someone? Do you want me to get Jeff?
BastianSmythe: Don't tell Jeff anything.
BastianSmythe: I'm sorry. I can't come.
NickyDuval: Sebastian, please…
BastianSmythe is now offline.
Nick sighed, punching the desk.
"Fucking ow," he whined, shaking his hand out.
"You okay, hun?" Jeff called from the bedroom.
"Yeah, fine," Nick replied.
"What are you doing?" Jeff asked, now hanging off the doorway.
"Nothing, just… nothing," Nick said, shaking his head.
"Sebastian?"
"Yeah."
"He won't come," Jeff said. "Forget it. Focus on the positive. We're getting married, and of all the people in the world, the person I most want to be there is you."
"Thanks," Nick said. "There's not a single person I want there more than you. Now, I wanted to talk about the ceremony quickly…"
"This is it," Jeff said to Lisa. "This is the tux."
"It really is," Lisa agreed. "It looks great on both of you."
"Really?" Nick asked.
"Yes," Jeff and Lisa said together.
Lisa had ended up at Michigan as well. She was a year behind them in school, and her long red hair was a welcome presence in the Sterling-Duval household.
"Why am I here?" asked the fourth person in their little group.
"Shush, Riley," Lisa said.
"We value your opinion too, of course," Nick replied. "What do you think?"
"They're white," Riley said.
"I was hoping for something a little deeper, but yes, a solid conclusion, they are white," Nick said.
"Is anyone going to believe you're both virgins?" Riley asked.
"Well, that's rude," Jeff exclaimed.
"I have walked in on you twice in the past month," Riley said.
"Learn to knock," Jeff suggested, crossing his arms.
"You never answer your door even if I do!" Riley protested. Jeff shrugged and turned back to the mirror.
"Is it bad luck to see the groom in the wedding dress before the wedding?" Nick asked.
"At most weddings, it really isn't good luck," Riley said.
"You know what I mean," Nick said.
"Don't know," Jeff said with another shrug. "I guess we'll find out."
"This is not a bachelor party," Jeff said.
"Does it look like this is up for discussion?" Nick asked, rolling his shoulders around in his vintage World War Two jacket.
"Shouldn't I be having fun too?" Jeff asked, reluctantly pasting himself into the tightest pair of pants he owned.
"You'll have a ton of fun as soon as we get there," Nick said, blowing a kiss at Jeff before pulling his hat onto his head and grinning. Jeff just sighed and pulled his Union Jack shirt on over his head. "Love the shirt."
"It's not the same without Sebastian," Jeff said.
"We don't need Sebastian to have fun," Nick said. "Come on." He led the way out of their bedroom, through the house, and out to the driveway, where Lisa and Riley were already waiting for them. "Ah, Ponds."
"Captain," Lisa said, nodding her head, trying to keep the smile off her face.
"Amelia," Nick said. "Roranicus."
"This is ridiculous," Jeff said, shaking his head and climbing into the backseat of Riley's car.
"You love it," Nick grinned.
It was a lot of fun, even if Jeff would never admit. And the guy Lisa had found to play the tenth Doctor wasn't horrible. But he was no Sebastian.
It was one of those things that you know is true, but you still don't accept it, like Pluto being a planet. Which it goddam is, thank you very much. Jeff just expected Sebastian to show up halfway through the ceremony, because it was such a Sebastian thing to do.
But he didn't. He didn't show at all. It was the happiest day of Jeff's life, it was, and to be honest, he'd almost completely forgotten Sebastian wasn't there.
"Are we grown up enough to say I love you yet?" Nick asked as they picked up another glass of champagne each.
"No," Jeff replied. "But we've said it before, it's just… I dunno, mainstream. You know?"
"Yeah, I do," Nick said. "Do you hear that?"
"What?"
"Sounds like…" Nick turned around. "Tardis." There was no Tardis, but there was a new present on top of the others, one that hadn't been there a few minutes ago, and it was wrapped in bright blue paper with a white bow on top. "Kinda looks like a Tardis," Nick observed, moving closer to it. He took his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and began scanning the gift. "No signs of alien tech."
"Are. You. Kidding. Me?" Jeff asked, stealing the screwdriver from Nick's hand. "We are at a wedding! Our wedding! Why do you have your sonic in your tux?"
"Jeff, please. Why wouldn't I have my sonic in my tux?" Nick asked. Jeff just rolled his eyes.
"Who's it from?" Jeff asked. Nick examined the gift more closely. On the front of the box, where the notice was on the Tardis, there was a card attached. It bore two words: the Doctor.
"Sebastian," Nick laughed, turning the card over in his hands.
"What? How do you know?" Jeff asked.
"It's a gift," Nick said, pocketing the card. On the back, there was one more word: Allons-y!
"Is he here?" Jeff asked, hopefully.
"Nah," Nick said, shaking his head. Suddenly, a clinking of glasses, Blaine on the stage. He'd finally broken away from Kurt and their phone connection to Ariana, who Rachel back in New York assured them every five minutes was sleeping very soundly, Kurt, stop worrying.
"Nick made me promise, no long winded best man speech," Blaine said. "So, in lieu of a speech, we have prepared a song for you two." Nick smiled. "Beats?" Beats, out of practice, but no less awesome, hit it. A very soft tune filled the room, coming from the mouths of the Warblers strategically standing around the room.
The day we met, frozen I held my breath
Right from the start, I knew that I
Found a home for my heart beats fast…
Blaine gestured to Nick, who took over the vocals, singing right to Jeff as they took the center of the floor, dancing in little circles.
Colors and promises, how to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
Watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer…
Jeff joined in as well, smiling and swaying back and forth. No other couples dared share the floor with them, this was their song, their dance, their moment.
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along, I believed I would find you
Time has brought you heart to me
I have loved you for the thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
I will love you…
A thousand years…
.fin.
A/N: It's too short. I should have dragged it out. But I was crying and ran out of stuff to say. The end. :(
Um, Sequel coming out... probably when I get home from the circus late, called 'Don't Break My Heart'. In the meantime, there's a fic in my fics called 'Break My Heart' which is in this universe that you can read for your sequel preview, or you can go read 'My Dark Side' because I know not all of you have, and it's funny, especially the last chapter, which if you're upset about the Seblaine breakup as much as I am, would cheer you up quite a bit.
In other news, I'm going to be seeing Darren Criss in Boston, and seriously, if anyone else is going to be there, I'd love to meet you. Message me, I don't bite.
Samantha.
(Special thanks to AddieNiffler for being generally awesome and being my friend and helping with the writing process when I need to type in all caps at other people.)