Hello :) Today is 3/6! Niff day! You know...cause Nick said "three" and Jeff said "six". Yes, I know this is a Seblaine story but it's the only one I'm updating today and I had to share that with you guys some how :P Okay, so the wedding is getting closer! The days leading up to the wedding can be hectic. I mean, I've never experienced it first hand, I'm not married. But I've been in two wedding parties before and the couple seem to be really stressed/really excited lol. So tension is getting high! Hope no one has a little outburst... ;)

Kurt walked up the stairs to his and Blaine's shared apartment and put his key in the lock. Usually Blaine wasn't home in the evenings when Kurt got home—he would either be out looking for a job, securing wedding details or maybe just out with a friend from school—but Kurt heard Blaine's laughter coming from inside the apartment along with another male voice. Kurt sighed and took his key out of the door and just twisted the doorknob, opening the door.

When he stepped inside he saw Blaine and Sebastian seated on the couch, too close for Kurt's liking, with the television on. Neither of them was paying attention to it, though. They were both just talking to each other and Blaine would occasionally giggle at something Sebastian said. Blaine rarely giggled. And Kurt didn't like to sound of it.

"Oh, hey Kurt," Blaine said, looking up at his fiancé when he realized he walked in the house.

Sebastian looked up and saw Kurt, giving him a small smile and trying to scoot away from Blaine as inconspicuously as he could.

"Hey guys," Kurt said, dropping his keys onto the little table near the door. "What did you guys do today?"

"We went to Coney Island," Blaine said with a smile.

"Oh? Did you guys have fun?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, it was great! Sebastian had never been to an amusement park before," Blaine explained.

"Really? Wow," Kurt said half-heartedly as he made his way into the kitchen to go look through the day's mail.

Blaine sighed and got up off of the couch to follow Kurt into the kitchen.

"Hey, you okay?" Blaine asked as he approached Kurt who was flipping through the mail on the counter.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kurt lied. "Just had some rough classes today."

"Aw, I'm sorry honey," Blaine said, bringing his hands up to rub at Kurt's shoulders. "At least tomorrow is Friday."

"Yeah, I guess so," Kurt said with a sigh and then turned around to face Blaine. "How long is Sebastian going to stay here? I mean, I know Nick and Jeff are staying with us when they fly in on Monday."

"Oh, um, I don't really know. Why couldn't he stay here while Nick and Jeff are here as well?" Blaine asked, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Well, I guess he could, I'm just not sure if we have enough room for all three of them in this cramped apartment," Kurt said with a shrug.

"Well I can't just kick Sebastian out. You're the one who invited him to stay here after all," Blaine pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. But that's before I knew how…friendly he was," Kurt said.

Blaine narrowed his eyes some at Kurt.

"What do you mean by "friendly"?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know," Kurt said with a shrug. "He just seems to be very flirtatious with you. I don't know if I like it. It's nice to know I have a desirable man, but I already knew that. He knows we're together so his pointless flirting has just gotten really tiresome."

Blaine could feel his stomach churn and the back of his neck begin to sweat.

"T-That's nothing, Kurt. That's just how Sebastian is," Blaine lied right through his teeth to Kurt.

"But he doesn't act that way towards me," Kurt pointed out to Blaine.

"He just doesn't know you like he knows me. You might think he was coming onto you. I know him better, I know how he acts," Blaine said, crossing his arms over his chest in defense.

Kurt sighed and put one hand up on the counter.

"Fine, Blaine. If you trust him, that's fine. But I don't. Something about this whole situation doesn't seem right to me," Kurt said and turned back around, flipping through the mail some more.

Blaine sighed and walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

Sebastian was watching the television as Blaine sat back down next to him.

"He okay?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Blaine responded.

Dinner started off very awkwardly that night. First of all, Blaine cooked, which was a disaster in itself. He overcooked the spaghetti and added too much garlic to the homemade meatballs, but of course Sebastian said he loved it. Blaine couldn't tell if he was just being nice or actually enjoyed it, but judging by the way he was on his second plate, Blaine was pretty sure he liked it for some strange reason.

"So Sebastian, for the seating chart for the wedding I'm pretty sure I'm going to put you at the table with the Warblers. Do you know them?" Kurt asked about halfway through the silent dinner.

"Uh…" Sebastian stuttered. "I know Nick and Jeff."

Sebastian remembered Blaine saying that those were two of his friends and prayed that they were included in the "Warblers" that Kurt spoke of.

"Well they're in the wedding party, so they'll be at the head table with us. I was thinking of putting you with Trent, David and Hunter. And probably some of the others. Do you know any of them?" Kurt asked, eyeing Sebastian carefully as if seeing if he was interested in any of the Warblers besides Blaine.

"I'm pretty sure he's met Trent. Right, Sebastian? Brown hair, always sassy?" Blaine asked, trying to save the moment.

"Oh right, Trent. Yeah, I remember him," Sebastian said truthfully.

He did remember that he was one of the guys who came into the club to set up the whole bachelor party surprise lap dance for Blaine.

"Did you like him? Because I know he's single," Kurt asked innocently, taking another mouthful of spaghetti.

"Oh…" Sebastian said before clearing his throat. "Well, he was very nice but he's not exactly my type."

"So what is your type then?" Kurt asked.

"I guess… Dark hair. I like shorter guys. Um…eyes. Nice eyes are such a plus for me," Sebastian told truthfully, not completely realizing that he was describing Blaine.

"Oh, really? I see you as the type liking the whole leather jacket, motorcycle thing. You know, the bad boys. Am I right?" Kurt asked, earning a glare from Blaine out of the corner out of his eye, trying to tell him to shut up.

"Well, not really. That's never interested me. I've never really been in a full-on relationship before though so, I guess it's somewhat hard to tell what my type is," Sebastian explained, wanting to get Kurt off his back.

"You've never had a boyfriend? Oh… I guess you're more of the one-night relationship?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's head snapped up and glared at Kurt.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sebastian asked, narrowing his eyes at Kurt.

"Oh, nothing, nothing, you just said that you've never had a boyfriend so I was just asking. I mean, you're too attractive not to have had someone," Kurt said with an innocent shrug.

Blaine couldn't tell if the shrug was sincere or he was just mocking Sebastian.

"So you're implying I'm a slut?" Sebastian asked with an acid tone.

"What? Was that what I was saying at all, Blaine?" Kurt asked, turning his head towards Blaine.

Blaine looked between the both of them. Why did he feel like Kurt was putting him in the middle on purpose?

"Well, I mean… You didn't exactly phrase your question very nicely, Kurt," Blaine said quietly.

"What do you mean? It's not like I said he was a prostitute or a stripper or anything like that," Kurt said, returning to eating his food.

Blaine swallowed audibly and his eyes widened. Oh. Shit.

"Excuse me?" Sebastian snarled.

"What?" Kurt looked up, honestly wondering what he said wrong that time.

"Do you think there's something wrong with being a stripper?" Sebastian asked, setting his fork down.

"It's just something I could ever bring myself to do. Why? Are you friends with one or something?" Kurt asked, still picking at his food.

"I'm one," Sebastian practically spat out at Kurt.

Kurt's eyes couldn't have gone wider if they tried. Blaine, on the opposite, had closed his eyes. He felt as if he was dying inside.

Kurt suddenly felt the intense need to back track.

"Well, that's a fine job. I was just never comfortable enough with myself and my body to do that. But…you definitely have that so…good for you," Kurt said, trying to put a fake smile in there, an obvious blush pooling up in his cheeks.

"Maybe I should just go…" Sebastian said, starting to stand up from his seat.

"No," Kurt and Blaine said at the same time.

Sebastian slowly sat back down.

"Sebastian, I'm sorry," Kurt said with a sigh. "I was just jealous; I thought you were coming onto Blaine. But Blaine told me that's just how you act. I didn't believe him but since I know that you kind of have to act like that in your job, it makes sense now."

Blaine looked over at Kurt and realized that even though he had lied to Kurt, this actually did kind of back up that lie.

Sebastian felt guilt sink into his stomach. He was coming onto Blaine. He had kissed him, for crying out loud. Just ten minutes before Kurt had come in, he had Blaine on his lap and was kissing him.

"Oh, um, that's fine, Kurt. I understand. I'd be pretty pissed too if I had Blaine and someone was hitting on him," Sebastian said, twirling his spaghetti around on his plate.

"Yeah, he'd definitely be a lot to lose," Kurt said with a sigh, looking down at his food.

Blaine and Sebastian looked at each other and could just feel the guilt building up in the both of them.

As Kurt and Blaine got ready for bed that night, Blaine could feel questions burning in the back of Kurt's mind.

Blaine wiped his face off with a towel after he finished washing it just as Kurt rinsed his mouth from brushing his teeth.

"So…" Kurt started. "That's what you guys meant when you said he's a performer."

"Well, he is," Blaine said with a shrug.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt asked picking up his floss.

"Well, it's not really my information to share. And I don't even see how it matters," Blaine answered.

Kurt finished flossing and threw the string away.

"Have you ever seen…? No, never mind. I don't want to know," Kurt said, walking back into the bedroom and laying down.

Blaine sighed and turned the bathroom light off before following Kurt into the bedroom. He was silently thankful that Kurt didn't finish his question. He knew what it would be. He was going to ask if he'd ever seen Sebastian strip before. And how could he answer that? He couldn't. Not without getting in trouble anyway.

"Goodnight, Blaine," Kurt said, pressing a quick kiss to Blaine's cheek before turning the light out.

"Goodnight, Kurt," Blaine said, scooting closer to Kurt and wrapping his arms around him.

Blaine's arms were quickly shrugged off by Kurt who rolled further to the edge of the bed, away from Blaine.

Blaine sighed and rolled onto his back. He closed his eyes and just tried to fall asleep, hoping to stop his brain from thinking anymore.

The next morning Blaine woke up and looked to his left. Kurt had already gotten up and left for class already. He sat up and stretched. Another day with just Sebastian. It could either end up really good, or really bad.

Blaine got out of bed and into his en suite bathroom. It wasn't much but all that he and Kurt needed. Blaine got in the shower and was ready for the day in just ten minutes.

He walked out in the living room and Sebastian was still asleep on the air mattress.

Blaine went into the kitchen and started to brew coffee for the both of them. He leaned against the counter as the machine heated up.

Sebastian walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning," Sebastian grumbled.

"Good morning to you too," Blaine said with a smile, appreciating how adorable Sebastian looked when he first woke up.

"Coffee?" Sebastian asked, apparently unable to form coherent sentences so early in the morning.

"It's almost ready," Blaine said, pulling two cups out of the cabinets.

Sebastian nodded and sat down at the table.

"Think Kurt hates me?" Sebastian asked.

Blaine sighed and set the cups down on the counter near the coffee machine before sitting down at the table, across from Sebastian.

"No, he doesn't," Blaine told him.

"That kind of makes me feel even guiltier," Sebastian said.

"Is that even a word?" Blaine asked with a chuckle.

"More guilty?" Sebastian offered with a shrug.

Blaine smiled and reached for Sebastian's hand from across the table. The coffee machine beeped, signaling that the coffee was ready. Blaine stood up and walked over to it, pouring coffee into the two cups.

"How do you take your coffee?" Blaine asked.

"Black," Sebastian answered, sleepily.

"Eww," Blaine said, making a face as he handed the cup of black coffee to Sebastian.

Sebastian smiled.

"Why? How do you take it, Killer?" Sebastian asked.

"You know, I've never seen how that was a nickname. A murderer isn't really an endearing term," Blaine commented, getting the milk out of the fridge. "But I like mine with lots of milk or cream, to answer your question."

Sebastian chuckled at Blaine's comment.

"Well, I'm not going to stop calling you that now. I'm pretty used to it," Sebastian said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I never said I wanted you too," Blaine said with a wink, taking his cup over and sitting down across from Sebastian again.

"So, what're we gonna do today?" Sebastian asked.

"I have some wedding errands to run," Blaine said with a groan.

Sebastian looked down into his cup of coffee.

"What?" Blaine asked after a moment.

Sebastian looked back up and met Blaine's eyes.

"You're really going to marry him?" Sebastian asked.

"I…I don't know. But…if I say I'm not doing these wedding errands that pretty much says I'm not going through with it," Blaine says.

Sebastian sighs and rubs his hands over his face.

"But what if you do get married? You're not going to want me around. Or you're going to want to be my friend. But after everything that's gone on…do you honestly think we could ever just be friends?" Sebastian questioned.

"We could," Blaine said with a nod before groaning. "No, we couldn't…"

"I really don't want to make you pick, Blaine. But…you have to eventually," Sebastian said and stood up from the table, walking into the living room.

Blaine sighed and laid his head down on his arms on top of the table. He knew Sebastian was right. He did have to make a choice. He just didn't know how. And Blaine was never a good decision maker to begin with. Blaine took a deep breath and stood up, walking into the living room.

Sebastian was sitting on the couch, rolling up the air mattress.

"Would you like to come with me today?" Blaine asked, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, I guess so…" Sebastian said, putting the mattress into the corner.

"I mean, you don't have to. I'd definitely understand if you don't…" Blaine said.

"No, I want to spend time with you. I don't care how," Sebastian said, standing up.

Blaine nodded and smiled slightly.

"That really means a lot to me," Blaine said, walking over to Sebastian.

Sebastian pulled Blaine into his arms.

"What do you have to do today?" Sebastian asked.

"I have to pick up the place cards and get the final fitting for my tux. And if it's good, I bring it home," Blaine told Sebastian.

"Well I would be a fool not to go with you and see you in your tux. So let's go," Sebastian said with a soft smile and gave Blaine's cheek a quick kiss.

Blaine smiled and nodded.

"Okay, well you've got to get dressed," Blaine said, pulling out of Sebastian's arms.

"What, you mean I can't go in this?" Sebastian asked with a smirk, gesturing towards his pajamas.

Blaine chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I think that would be frowned upon at the tux shop," Blaine said with a smile.

"Oh fine," Sebastian said overdramatically and walked over to his bag, getting some clothes out for the day.

Blaine smiled at him as he made his way back into the kitchen to clean up the coffee cups.

When he came back out, Sebastian was fully dressed and ready to go. Except, Sebastian had run out of his "normal" clothes and the only ones left were the "sexy" ones he had packed to show off to Blaine.

Blaine stared, wide-eyed, at Sebastian, taking in the lean frame in front of him.

Sebastian had on tight, very tight, black jeans and a dark green shirt that literally only had buttons on the bottom of the shirt so the top of his chest was exposed.

"I, uh, ran out of my other clothes…" Sebastian said, rubbing the back of his head.

"W-We have a washer…" Blaine stuttered, pointing his hand down the hallway although he was still staring at Sebastian intently.

Sebastian smiled when he saw the look on Blaine's face.

"How about I do my wash when we get back? I don't want to make you late for your fitting," Sebastian said, adjusting his shirt so maybe it'd cover him a little more.

"Do you want to wear one of my shirts? Or Kurt's?" Blaine offered.

"Uh…maybe one of yours, yeah," Sebastian said with a nod, knowing nothing out of Kurt's extensive wardrobe would be his style.

Blaine walked into his room, motioning for Sebastian to follow.

Sebastian walked in behind Blaine and looked around the small room. This was the first time he had been in it and within the first ten seconds he could tell Kurt did the decorating. Everything was very elaborate and matching.

"Um, you can pick what you'd like," Blaine said, opening up his closet and stepping to the side.

"Well, do you have anything that's a little big?" Sebastian asked, smirking at Blaine as he past him.

Blaine blushed and playfully nudged Sebastian's side as he came up beside him in front of the closet.

"Oh, what's this?" Sebastian asked, pulling out a blue t-shirt that looked shoved into the back.

Blaine blushed even deeper when he saw what Sebastian was pulling out.

"Star Wars, Blaine? Really?" Sebastian asked, laughing.

"I've had that since 8th grade!" Blaine protested.

"And it still fits?!" Sebastian asked, laughing even more.

Blaine blushed even deeper but started chuckling, realizing that it was actually funny.

"Yeah, it does…" Blaine admitted.

"That's adorable," Sebastian said, refolding the t-shirt and putting back on his shelf.

Sebastian kept looking through Blaine's clothes before he finally picked out a dark blue sweater.

"This is nice. I bet it looks amazing on you," Sebastian said with a smile.

Blaine blushes and rolls his eyes.

"Can you not make me blush, please? Yeah, it looks all right on me but I'm sure it'll look better on you. So put it on," Blaine said, trying to hide how flustered he got when Sebastian complimented him.

Sebastian set Blaine's sweater down on the shelf in his closet before unbuttoning the few buttons on his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders.

Blaine stared, practically gaping, at Sebastian.

"Close your mouth, you don't want any flies to get in," Sebastian said with a smirk, picking up Blaine's sweater.

Sebastian pulled it on over his head and down his chest. It was pretty tight, which was to be expected.

"How does it look?" Sebastian asked, turning around so Blaine could get a 360 view.

"It looks really good," Blaine says, clearing his throat. "It's kind of form-fitting."

"Sorry if I stretch it out on you," Sebastian says with a wink, picking his own shirt up off the ground.

"Maybe it'll shrink back in the wash," Blaine said with a smirk, putting his hands on Sebastian's back and guiding him out of the room.

"So, place cards first?" Sebastian asked, putting his phone and his wallet in his pocket.

Blaine nodded, only for the first time realizing that Sebastian's phone hadn't made a beep or vibration once since he had been here, sans the texts between them the one night they laid on the air mattress together. Did no one even try to be in contact with him? The thought made Blaine sad. Didn't he have any friends in Ohio?

"Sebastian?" Blaine asked cautiously.

"Yeah, Blaine?" Sebastian asked, pulling the sweater down slightly as it rode up his stomach.

"Who's your best friend?" Blaine asked, picking up his own keys and wallet.

Sebastian looked at Blaine for a minute, before answering.

"I…I don't really have one. But if I had to pick…you," Sebastian said timidly.

Blaine nodded and approached Sebastian, taking his hand. He knew what the undertones to that implied and he wouldn't make Sebastian say he didn't have any friends back home.

"You're mine too," Blaine said, offering Sebastian a small smile.

Sebastian smiled and wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him into a hug. He loved that Blaine was just short enough for him to rest his head on, despite the fact that his face would get sticky from all of the hair gel.

Sebastian didn't want to admit to Blaine that he was alone. He didn't want Blaine to feel sorry for him. He didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him. Because he was fine. He had a stable job, a nice apartment, and some money in the bank. If he was lonely he'd just go to work and he'd have all the attention in the world, though sometimes it didn't satisfy the need to be wanted for something other than his body.

"You've got Marty," Blaine said, as if he could read Sebastian's thoughts.

"Yeah, I know. He's a great guy. But he's more like a big brother than a friend. He's protective, but he checks me out every time I walk by and it's getting kind of old…" Sebastian said, chuckling some and shaking his head, pulling away from Blaine.

Blaine smiled up at him and planted a soft kiss to Sebastian's cheek.

"You'll always have me. As long as you want me," Blaine said, taking Sebastian's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Sebastian smiled half-heartedly and nodded.

"Shall we go?" Sebastian asked, gesturing towards the door.

"We shall," Blaine said, leading Sebastian outside by the hand.

And so now Kurt knows. Some of it anyway, lol. He still has no idea. Or do you think he does? 0.o Thanks for reading this guys! Hope you enjoyed and see you soon :)