Hello! I'm not going to lie, guys. I said I would update yesterday..but then I got into Pottermore. It's addicting. BUT I am going to update (or try) almost every day this week, because next week I have orientation for the freshman at my college and that's going to be rough. But enjoy our boy's wedding planning! :)

Chapter 28

The week flew by, and both boys knew they weren't going to relax that weekend.

After a long discussion with Kurt, Blaine decided that even though George was amazing and fun, Regina would be the better choice. She was attuned to music that Blaine wasn't, and she fit the New York lifestyle.

She was moving in the next week, but Blaine couldn't focus on that, because he and Kurt were spending the weekend doing major wedding planning.

On both days.

Blaine was not ready to see what kind of hell Kurt was going to put him through.

Friday night, Blaine found himself eating take-out Chinese food and holding a composition book that listen all 100 people he wanted to support him at the wedding, including his family, family friends, the Warblers, some brothers, and a few random people he knew through work.

Kurt, on the other hand, had a binder in front of him, with over twenty dividers sticking out, and enough Post-it notes to put a Wal-Mart aisle to shame.

Kurt glanced at Blaine's composition book, "That's it?"

Blaine grinned sheepishly, "It has all of the names, addresses, phone numbers, and blood types of the people I want to invite."

"Do you have it on a flash drive?"

Blaine pulled out his flash drive, "Here you go. Are you combining them and sending them out tonight, or?"

Kurt pulled his up so he was sitting cross legged, "Yes. And then, tomorrow once we sign the papers for where to have our wedding, we have an appointment for our invitations at 2."

Blaine choked on his soda, "2? What time are we visiting these places?"

Kurt flipped his binder to the calendar section, "The New York Library at 9, and the New York Lighthouse at 11." Kurt rubbed his hands together, "Oh god, I cannot wait!"

Blaine glanced at the glittering he saw on Kurt's hand, and grabbed it, "When did you get that back? And where was it young man?"

It was Kurt's turn to look sheepish, "Well..you see…what happened was…"

Thursday Afternoon

Kurt sat at his sketchbook, trying to get the dimension right for a corset he was trying to make. He groaned in frustration when he realized that Hayden didn't carry the long boning he would need, and she probably wouldn't be able to sell the corset at her shop.

"Hayden?" Kurt yelled, the girl had retired into the fabric room over twenty minutes ago, and he didn't hear her shuffling around anymore.

She walked out of the back room slowly, a grin playing on her face, "Yes, Kurt?"

Kurt knew that tone too well, Hayden wanted something. "What do you want?"

Hayden feigned innocence, "Kurt, I'm hurt. It's not what I want. It's what you're willing to do to get this back," she grinned and held up her hand. On her finger sat Kurt's engagement ring.

"Give that to me!" Kurt jumped up and tried to grab it, but Hayden stashed it in her bra quickly before he could get there. "I will go down there!" He said, reaching for her cleavage.

"No you won't," Hayden jumped out of the way.

Because he really didn't want to touch her chest, Kurt relented, "What do I have to do to get the ring back?"

"Find out why Santana was on a date last night to Planet Hollywood," Hayden said the name like it was poison. "Find out if she's moving on."

Kurt groaned, "I told you, I don't want to get in the middle of this battle. You two won't sit down and talk like adults, so you don't get to know about each other. I told her that, and now I'm telling you."

Hayden's eyes lit up, "You mean she's been asking about me?"

Kurt bit his lip, "Yes. She has," he admitted, "but I'm not talking to her about her dating life. If she wants me to know, she'll tell me."

"Then this ring is going on hock. You can buy it back," Hayden was kidding, but Kurt knew she would hold the ring before her conscience ate at her.

"Fine. I'll attempt to find out. Can you just tell me where you found it?"

"In the blue silk."

Kurt remembered now. He took the ring off because it kept snagging on the silk and putting runs in it. "I can't believe I didn't think to look in the fabric room. I'm an idiot."

"Yeah. You are. How about you go ask her…now?" Hayden's eyes were big and pleading.

"Fine, but I'm getting that ring tomorrow."

Friday Morning

"Okay Snow White, why did you want to meet me for coffee? Did your Dwarf finally go find his home in the Shire?" Santana picked at a muffin.

"His mine," Kurt corrected.

"Excuse me?"

"Dwarves live, well at least they work, in mines. Hobbits live in Shires. And before you ask, gnomes like in knolls." Kurt sipped at his mocha.

"Whatever," Santana looked as though she filed this information away for future use, "What do you want?"

Kurt weighed his options. If he tried to tiptoe around the truth, he would only get caught in his own lies. "Hayden found out you were on a date to Planet Hollywood and wants to know what's going on." Smooth, just like he thought.

Santana's jaw fell, then Kurt saw the ice steel behind her eyes, "What the hell, Hummel? You said you weren't going to take sides, now you're going around doing her dirty work?"

Kurt knew Santana would react this way, so he used the moment to chastise her, "You know what? I said I wouldn't take sides. But you both are being incredibly asinine. Why can't you just talk through your problems like grownups?"

"Instead of making sad Facebook statuses like you did all last year? To every Taylor Swift song? Kurt, you had your moment of sadness with Blaine. I'm allowed to not want to go back to her. What if I want to move on?" Santana stood and put her coat on, "I'm so done with this, Hummel. I fucked up and I know it. I don't know how to fix this."

"So you're just going to let your relationship fade away?" Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Santana looked at him, "Yes. You can tell her that it wasn't a date. It was me meeting a woman so I can perform at this coffee house. I'm sick of singing at the same place every night. She was a booking agent." With that, Santana walked out of the coffee house and into the snow.

When Kurt told Hayden, she looked relieved and handed over the ring quickly. When Kurt put it back on his finger, he immediately felt a sense of calm wash over him.

Friday Night

"So you left your ring in the fabric room?" Blaine started laughing, "Why didn't you look there?"

"I wasn't thinking!" Kurt defended himself.

"Well, I'm really glad you got it back. It worried me that you didn't have it." Blaine brought Kurt's hand to his mouth and kissed the ring, "I never want to see this hand without a ring from me on it."

"You won't," Kurt said softly, leaning in and kissing Blaine. "But now we have to get down to business. We have 200 guests. How do we know that many people?"

"I…don't honestly know." Blaine gulped, the wedding was already getting to be far bigger than he ever imagined.

Saturday

"WAKE UP BLAINE!" Kurt called into the room. He had been up for hours already, organizing his binder and picking out outfits. If they wanted to snag the Lighthouse, they needed to look their best.

Blaine groaned and rolled over, "Do we have to go this early? I'll give up the library. We can have the wedding at the Lighthouse."

Kurt frowned, he knew Blaine wanted the wedding to be at the library, but he just thought that the New York Lighthouse was such a romantic, beautiful, surreal place. The type of place fairytale characters got married at. Crawling into bed, he placed several kisses on Blaine's bare shoulder, "Please get up? I'm making waffles. Take a shower, and get dressed in the outfit I set out. Breakfast will be ready."

Blaine smiled, "I get to help pick out the place I get married to you at, this is amazing." He kissed the tip of Kurt's nose, "I love you."

"I love you too." Kurt smiled down at Blaine, who still had sleep in his eyes.

Forty minutes later, Blaine emerged in his khakis, blue pinstripe shirt, and blue blazer. "I look like I'm back at Dalton," Blaine mused.

"You look perfect." Kurt straightened his own vest, "But don't get syrup on that shirt. It cost more than our old apartment."

Blaine immediately took the shirt off and ate breakfast shirtless. He dripped no fewer than five drops of syrup on his chest. "Aren't you glad I took it off?"

Kurt stared at Blaine's chest, "No. Because now I have this image in my head while we won't have time to do anything today."

They get to the library slightly early, and walk hand in hand through Bryant Park, admiring the few people skating on the ice rink. "Remember when we went ice skating last year?"

Kurt smiles at the memory, "It seems like a lifetime ago."

Blaine grins, and pulls Kurt towards the library, "You know, I think you'll really like this." They both had picked places that would allow them to have a ceremony and reception at the same place. They'd wanted to get married at sunset, and then party into the night.

Blaine's final choice was the library. He thought it was romantic and beautiful. It was also in the city, so they were surrounding themselves with the culture they grew to love. The library itself was wide and spacious. Lights from the city poured in every window, and the major hall had marble floors. Kurt did love the building. He loved the garden outside even more, and he could picture the trees with twinkling lights.

"Do you like it?" Blaine whispered as they walked around, the library director standing away and watching the boys.

"I do," Kurt admitted, "It's beautiful."

"I knew you'd like it!" Blaine felt victorious.

Kurt did like this, but the Lighthouse was beautiful as well. He knew Blaine would fall in love.

Blaine nearly pranced over to the director, "When do you have available weekends?"

The director opened her laptop, "The first available weekend is next September."

Blaine clicked his tongue in his mouth. Both he and Kurt had been hoping for a July wedding. September, though only two months off, seemed like an eternity away.

The director, noticing the look on Blaine's face, and having overheard their conversation about the New York Lighthouse, smiled, "I can hold this for you for three days. Go look over your other options and then call me with a yes or no. But I can only give you three days."

When they arrived at the Light House, Blaine had to admit he was impressed. It was gorgeous. Located on the Hudson River, the entire back side of it was made of glass. Kurt sighed, "Isn't this romantic?"

Blaine didn't want to admit defeat so easily. But he was already swaying his vote.

A woman walked out of the building, "Mr. Hummel! It is so nice to finally meet you. And this must be Mr. Anderson! Congratulations on your engagement!" She leaned in and kissed both of them on the cheek, "I'm Abigail." She was a tall woman with long black hair and green eyes.

Kurt grinned, "This is beautiful." He had been to the Light House a few times, but it was currently set up for a wedding that would occur at sunset.

Abigail took both of their hands, "Let me show you around." She walked into the foyer and Kurt saw the table decorated with a centerpiece. He pulled out his phone and started taking notes.

Blaine was amazed at how spacious the building was.

"This is just the main section of the building. I'll show you where the ceremony and reception would be." Abigail led them through the winding hallways and up some stairs.

When Blaine and Kurt walked into the main reception hall, they were both taken aback. The room was massive with wooden floors, a raised stage, and was level with the water. Boats and the Statue of Liberty were visible through the glass window wall.

"We can make this as intimate or as large as you want," Abigail commented, making notes on a piece of paper, "How many guests would we accommodate?"

"About 200," Kurt whispered, looking around and plotting more in his head.

"Perfect. We can go up to 400. But we can't go under 150." Abigail warned.

They moved to another floor, and Blaine was confused why they weren't stopping. "These are the suites for the bridal party as well as the grooms, in this case, to get ready."

Blaine was impressed. For the library, they'd have had to get a hotel nearby.

"This hall is for the cocktail hour between the wedding and the reception," Abigail pointed out a large terrace that overlooked the river and the skyline.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, Kurt was sniffling already, pulling himself next to Blaine, "Isn't it perfect?"

They walked through another maze of hallways and Abigail stood in front of the door, "This is the room for the actual ceremony. I'm going to let you two go in alone. I'll wait out here."

She walked towards a sitting area, and Kurt opened the doors slowly. Blaine gasped when he saw the room. The aisle was somewhat short, which was a plus, since neither boy wanted to do the traditional walk. But they walked together down the aisle, and Kurt started crying. "Blaine, I can't believe we are doing this. This is everything I always dreamed of but never thought I'd get."

Blaine turned towards Kurt, thumbing away a tear, "Kurt this is where we are getting married. This is…magical. This is everything."

Blaine and Kurt walked hand in hand to find Abigail. She smiled at the boys. She'd been in the business a long time, and she could tell who was going to make it, and who was going to be drawing up annulment or divorce papers in a few months. These two were going to make it, even if they didn't choose to get married there.

But the smile on Kurt's face told her he'd won the battle. "So shall we draw up some contracts?" she asked with a smile.

Kurt nodded, "When do you have open?"

Abigail looked through her date book with a frown. She knew the boys wanted to get married within the year. "We have a Saturday open in December…"

Blaine swallowed.

"Do you have anything sooner?" Kurt tried, "Perhaps…summer?"

Abigail laughed, "Honey, if you wanted a summer wedding here you would have had to plan two years ago." She stopped at the crestfallen look on their faces. She flipped through her date book. There was one opening, in May. An 86 year old man didn't quite make it to his wedding to a 21 year old. "I have a date, May 11th?"

Kurt's eyes widened, but started to sparkle. "I can do May 11th."

Blaine shook his head, "Damn, I forgot. I have an appointment that day…" he teased Kurt, snaking an arm around his waist.

Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's side, "We'll sign that contract now."

They both signed their names to the paper, smiling.

Now Kurt just had a million and one things to do before that date.

Reviews! What do you think the boy's wedding colors should be?