It's almost Sunday in the story which means...well you guys know what it means.

-Emmett POV

All too soon it was Sunday afternoon. Emmett was trying to be positive, but depression was creeping on him as sure a Jacob was. Alice had returned and foreseeing Emmett's foul mood decided to show everyone the tuxedos.

"The same rules don't apply to same-sex weddings. There's no dress so no restrictions on pre-viewing." She said bursting with excitement.

If Emmett was going to be honest, he could not see what was so special about these tuxedos. From the look on Blaine's face, he couldn't either. Alice had gone ahead and picked traditional black for both of them. The tails on both of them were long which Emmett couldn't help but smile at this.

"I chose the long tails because of when you grew up Emmett. I hope you don't mind Blaine. I know it's not the most modern look, but-"

"Alice, you don't have to explain anything. I love them. Thank you." Blaine interrupted.

Alice was easy to win over, though even if Blaine had rejected them Emmett was sure she would've forced them on him anyway. He grinned a little remembering how much Bella had protested anything fancy at her wedding. At least Blaine seemed more prone to agree with his sister.

"Okay so the final color for the corsages will be golden brown. All of the other flowers will be the same or purple. I was thinking calla lilies and roses."

"What happened to letting Blaine and Emmett have veto over the color choice?" Carlisle asked, chuckling a little.

"Why would they want to argue against such perfect colors?" Alice countered with a glare.

"How about a date?" Bella asked, she too was giggling.

"Well because that damn dog can't be reasoned with the date will have to be after Blaine's birthday. And although the majority of us agree that Blaine will regain his humanity after the turning, we still can't risk it. Therefore, I propose that the next events take place as follows: Birthday, Wedding, Turning after the reception-"

"But before the honeymoon." Blaine added. Emmett smiled at this. He would like to have a real honeymoon with his fiancee, and was glad that Blaine shared such a wish too. Alice didn't argue, as long as she got her wedding, she didn't care what came after.

Emmett did have a few misgivings though. "I would prefer it if we talked to Constantine before the wedding. If it can be proven to a high enough degree that Blaine will keep his mind after turning, it would be easier to turn him as soon as possible."

"What about the eyes? They'll clash with the colors." Alice snapped while Emmett and Blaine rolled their eyes.

"Would you give it a rest-" Emmett began. He was beginning to get irritated. He felt all the anxiety and agitation of wedding planning, without having lifted a finger for it. Blaine interrupted though.

"I would still have my powers. That means I can perform a glamour. Really, a three year old could change the color of his eyes."

Emmett took Blaine's hand. His hand was warm, and he imagined holding this hand when it was the same color and temperature as his own and placing a wedding ring on it. On that day it would no longer be Emmett and Blaine, they would simply be the Cullens...or the Bacas. Even though in his proposal he had asked Blaine to take his own name, he still wanted to make sure that it was what Blaine wanted.

"Babe, what name do you want to take? If it make you happy, I'll become a Baca." Emmett said this with complete sincerity. If Blaine asked he would change his name to anything the witch requested. Blaine shook his head though.

"You asked me to take your name Em, not the other way around. Besides, I'm going to become a vampire, you're not becoming a witch. And your family has been kind enough to welcome me as one of their own. Nothing would make me happier than to become a Cullen."

Emmett smiled and said: "Well nothing would make me happier than being your husband. I'm so glad that you agreed to marry me."

"And nothing would make me happier than to get this wedding off the ground." Alice added. Emmett and Blaine let out a sigh at the same time.

-Jacob POV

Finally, after almost a full 48 hours Jacob had managed to get through five minutes without crying. It didn't matter what he did there were reminders of Blaine everywhere. His clothes, he had left out a few DVDs, but most of all, his scent. Everything in the house smelled like Blaine. Blaine and fear. It was part of the reason why he couldn't hold back his tears. He had to admit that he had brought this on himself. The way he had treated Blaine was now reaping the seeds of rejection and loneliness.

Even through the tears, Jacob had somehow managed to make the house look respectable. He cleaned up and set up the ingredients he was going to need to make tonight's dinner. He also bought some candles and three dozen roses for Blaine. It wasn't so much that he wanted to be romantic before sex, he just wanted Blaine to feel loved. He was getting another chance, and this time he was determined not to fuck it up.

Jacob was interrupted by a knock at the door. Blaine had decided to come home early! Maybe that dick-head leech had left him, or better yet, the leech had been hit by an asteroid and had died. It was dark and morbid but he couldn't help but wish that Emmett was out of the picture.

When Jacob opened the door though, it was a man he had never seen before. For a moment he thought Blaine had been covered in prosthesis. The man before him had the same eyes, and a similar facial structure. Blaine was taller though, and younger. Maybe an older brother?

"Hello, is this the residence of Jacob Black?" The man asked in a cool voice.

Jacob squinted his eyes. Something about this man rubbed him the wrong way.

"That depends, who's asking?"

"Constantine Baca." He said extending his hand, which Jacob took reluctantly. He tried to release it right away but Constantine held fast. The man's eyes glazed over for a moment, during which time his grip tightened. When the moment was over and Constantine took his hand back he was glaring at Jacob.

"So you are the great alpha wolf of the Quileute tribe? The man who beats and rapes his mate, my son?" He asked in a scathing voice.

So this was Blaine's father? This was the man who had thrown Blaine out on the streets. Without thinking, just on instinct alone, Jacob snarled and launched himself at the man. The man who had dared to hurt Blaine. It was even more unforgivable than the gall of the vampire for taking him away. Before he had reached Constantine though, before he could even let the heat roll down his body to trigger the transformation, Constantine raised a hand and Jacob could not move. He could see and hear, but he could not even let his eyes roam.

"You see...dog. It's that kind of anger you need to learn to control. Maybe if you had been more calm, my son would have loved you. It would've been disastrous, but I would've accepted it. However, you felt the need to become a slave to your emotions, that wolf inside of you hurt my son. You deserve your heartbreak. I pray it never leaves your body."

Jacob was snarling and cussing...at least in his mind. Who was this man to tell him such things? Constantine had kicked his son out of his home and now he had the balls to yell at Jacob for...the truth? It was the truth, but it was delivered by a man who had no place to stand on.

"I can see in your eyes the mocking rage. However, unluckily for you, I have made amends with my son. You on the other hand. For what you've done, there are no reparations. And yet, he still gives you a chance. You don't deserve to breathe the same fucking air as him, and yet he is willing to try to love you."

Jacob was confused, when had Blaine made amends with his father? Surely, he would've remembered this man? Unless he had gone to visit Blaine at Emmett's.

"Now, I'm going to let you go. When I do, if you try to attack I will attack you back. And I will win." Constantine said calmly. He snapped his fingers and suddenly Jacob could move again. He wanted to charge and rip the man's throat out, but in the case of magic vs. werewolf, magic always won. Jacob needed an even jury. He wouldn't even phase, he didn't need fangs, he could kill Constantine with his bare hands. He decided that verbal diplomacy was the best option though.

"So you talked to Blaine? When? Is he okay?"

"I talked to him yesterday at the Cullen residence. And of course he's fine, he's with someone who actually loves him." Constantine said, with no remorse in his voice. Jacob thought that this sentence would piss him off, but when he took stock of his emotions, he realized this statement had only hurt. Like a cheese grater against his heart. It hurt because Constantine was right. Emmett was perfect for Blaine, but Blaine was his.

"I do love him Constantine. You know that I do." Jacob said defensively.

Constantine shook his head. "No, I don't know that. What I do know is that you treat him the way a wolf treats a bitch. My son is better than that, better than you."

"I know he deserves better, but I love him. He's my-"

"Yea, I know he's your imprint. The one thing on the face of the earth that you love. I don't care about your primitive magic, what I care about is the well being of my son."

"Yea, you really care about him, that's why Sam found him wandering through the forest."

Constantine laughed, but there was no humor in his voice, only malice. "How dare you tell me off for what is personal business between me and my son? I have done what I needed to do. He and I made amends, and what I did does not even come close to what you have done."

Jacob rolled his eyes. He wanted to appear intimidating, but he knew that in the eyes of this witch, he was just a scared puppy.

"So, are you here to kill me or something?"

"Oh, believe me, there is nothing I would like more than to kill you. However, for some reason that escapes me, Blaine doesn't want you to die. I'll never betray him again."

Jacob couldn't respond for a moment. Blaine didn't want him to die. That was the best thing he had heard in a long while.