Blaine can feel the pressure of the man's foot pressing down on his chest, but he can't see his face. He's trying to shout, but he can't breathe, and every time he manages to make a sound the foot just presses down harder. He knows what the man wants. He wants his family. He wants to take what is his, and he won't let him. With one almighty push he rises up, gasping for breath, as the man topples backward and out of sight.

"Hey!" Kurt sits, rubbing small circles on Blaine's back, who is clutching his knees and rocking back and forth. "Hey, Blaine, sweetie? You okay?"

"Huh?" He turns to look at Kurt, as if only suddenly waking up. His eyes are wide and fearful in the gloom, and Kurt can see that his hair is damp, curling against his sweaty forehead.

"You were yelling."

"Oh. Yeah. I uh..." he rubs at his eyes, then looks around. "I had a bad dream, I guess."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Sorry for waking you."

"Don't worry about me." Kurt smiles, and gives his cheek a kiss, then holds his left hand for them both to see the ring.

"What time is it?"

"Just after five."

"On a Saturday? Ugh. Seriously, I'm sorry for waking you up like that."

"Blaine, it's fine. You want some coffee?"

"Actually, I might just get some water and try to sleep some more."

"Okay."

But sleep proves elusive to them both. Kurt lies on his front, and tries really, really hard not to yell at Blaine, who rolls this way and that, and can't seem to settle at all. He asks several times if he's okay, and he insists he's fine. In the end, Kurt figures that he'll talk when he's ready, if he wants to talk at all.

The truth is, Blaine is not fine, but he's not about to ruin their first day as an engaged couple by telling Kurt that. The voice he had heard in his dream had been Spencer's, and he's annoyed at himself for letting him into his subconscious. He vows to block it out and not focus on the dream at all, only right now, when he's supposed to be sleeping, it seems to be all he can think about.

"Do you want to call dad?" Kurt asks eventually, and Blaine seizes the chance for a distraction.

"Can we? Isn't it a little early?"

"It's six now. Besides, he'll forgive us once he knows why we're calling."

"Yeah!" Blaine grabs his phone and starts to dial, setting it on speaker.

"What's wrong?" Burt booms, as soon as he picks up. "Whatever it is, I'm coming now."

"No, hold up," Blaine says, then gives Kurt a nod.

"We're engaged!" they both yell, then dissolve into fits of laughter.

"Huh? What? What did you...?"

"We're engaged," they repeat, and then start talking over each other.

"I proposed! And-"

"Kurt asked me to marry him! It was so-"

"It was in the middle of this thunderstorm and I didn't plan it like that but-"

"Romantic. Just amazing."

"It just happened. It was perfect, dad, perfect."

"It was totally perfect," Blaine sighs. "I said yes."

"He said yes."

"Well I figured that!" Burt cries happily. "Oh boys! My boys! You're gonna get married! Married! My boys! Oh!"

Kurt rolls his eyes at Blaine, but he smiles affectionately. "Dad? Are you crying?"

"Of course I'm crying!" Burt exclaims. "And I'll bet you did when you asked him, so don't even start."

"He cried loads," Blaine says smugly. "And so did I."

"Well that's a given, with you," Burt laughs.

"You'll have two Hummel boys," Kurt says, squeezing Blaine's hand excitedly.

"I already do."

"No, my name," Blaine says as calmly as he can. "I'm going to take Kurt's. Yours. I'll be a Hummel."

There is a loud crash, which could possibly be Burt falling out of bed, or sitting up too fast and banging his head on the lamp, but he recovers quickly. "Say what now?"

"Is that okay? I'd like to, and Kurt is happy, but if you..."

"You'll be a Hummel!" Burt cries happily. "Blaine! My son, if that's what you want I would be honored. Totally, completely and utterly honored. Oh boys I am so...so happy. Just so happy. This is...wonderful. Just amazing. I...oh, please come home so I can hug you."

Kurt laughs. "Sure."

"Yes?"

"I could take Friday off, actually. We could fly down Thursday night?"

Both Blaine and Burt suddenly become over excited children, screeching happily, and Blaine actually claps his hands together. "Yes! Yes, let's do that!"

"Okay, okay!" Kurt laughs again. "If you make the coffee I'll consider it."

"On it!" Blaine cries, and he rolls out of bed onto the floor, and then runs to the kitchen.

"Kurt," Burt sighs, when Blaine has gone. "Can you believe it?"

"Not really." He stops, grinning as he takes the phone off speaker and holds it to his ear. "I mean I can, because it happened, but I keep looking at him and wondering why he would ever want to marry me, how I got so lucky."

"You two are meant to be," Burt says firmly. "And you love him just as much as he loves you."

"True."

"Are you both doing okay?"

"Right now? Yes, but Blaine had a nightmare which woke both of us up. He was really yelling."

"Huh. Has he had them before? Since Spencer?"

"Nope. Well, if he has, it didn't wake me. He seems to be over it now that we've called you."

"I'll wake Angie in a minute, Blaine can tell her the happy news."

"Is she okay?"

"I think so, actually. We went to Baltimore on Tuesday, picked up the rest of her stuff."

"You didn't say."

"No, well, I didn't want Blaine to know."

"We could have come and met you."

"Blaine had finals, and anyway, I don't want either of you anywhere where he could see you or get to you. Blaine would never survive, and you'd be serving a life sentence for murder."

"True."

"We got in and out while the house was empty anyway," Burt tells him. "So for now she has all her stuff in storage and is looking at apartments."

"In Lima?"

"Yeah, I mean, she's working here now, and...I don't know. We like spending time together, you know?"

"As in?"

"As in friendship, Kurt. Why is that so hard for everyone to understand?"

"No, it's not," Kurt protests. "Really. That's good. I'm glad you have each other. As friends."

"There is no romance and there never will be," Burt snaps, and Kurt knows when to shut up.

"No. Good. Sorry."

Luckily Blaine returns, and after arrangements are made for their visit, Burt booms down the hallway for Angie to come to the phone.

"Blaine? Are you okay?"

"Hi mom, yeah uh...actually we were calling to tell you, that um...Kurt and I got engaged."

"What? Blaine, that's wonderful! Congratulations to both of you."

Her reaction is quieter than Burt's, but it's still warm, and Blaine feels happy to hear the pride in her voice.

"Have you set a date?"

"Oh, no. We're just kinda...enjoying the moment, acting like lovesick fools," he admits with a laugh. "When the novelty has worn off a bit, we might think about it some more."

"Okay."

"We're coming home on Thursday," he suddenly remembers. "For the weekend. Well actually, I'll probably stay for a while when Kurt comes back for work."

"It'll be nice to have some time with you," Angie says with a smile. "Before I move out."

"You're moving?"

"I'm looking at apartments."

"I see." Blaine can't help but feel happy, having been concerned that she would end up living with his dad on a permanent basis. "Well, yeah, it'll be fun."

"I'm getting good at cards though," she warns Blaine, who laughs.

"Sure, whatever. You still won't win."

"Wait and see, Blaine," she teases. "Wait and see."

In the end, the whole of Kurt and Blaine's day is spent telling people their news, either over the phone or face to face. Brian politely turns down their offer of a night out, but insists on taking them for lunch to celebrate, and he also presses a hundred dollars into Kurt's hand to buy champagne on him.

"No, really..."

"Kurt. Take it. Please. I want you to. Now go, get ready for your party."

They are both overwhelmed, when they arrive at the downtown cocktail bar Santana suggested, to find nearly all of their New York friends from work and college, plus Mike and Tina, who Santana had tracked down on Facebook.

"Oh my God!" Blaine cries, hugging Mike tight. "You came all this way!"

"You're kinda worth it," Mike tells him, then pulls Kurt into a hug as well. "And so are you."

"Well thank you." Kurt grins, happy to see so many people he loves, all taking over one bar to celebrate with them. "This is just amazing."

"Momma has a drink for her baby!" Santana calls, as she pushes her way through the crowd to Blaine. "Here you go, cutie pie. Kurt, I got you one too."

"I escaped a pet name," he tells Tina and Mike smugly. "I also escaped that," he says, watching as she tries to fix Blaine's hair for him. "Thank God."

Both Kurt and Blaine get very drunk very quickly, which is really no surprise, given how many people are ready to buy them drinks. By the time Kate, Kurt's boss, arrives at their table with a bottle of champagne, the whole room is spinning for both of them, and all filters are off.

"So," Kate says, smiling at Blaine, whom she totally adores. "What's it like, being engaged to New York's hottest runway writer?"

"Great." Blaine gives a sloppy grin, and rests his hand on Kurt's thigh. "We had loads of sex last night."

"Oh! Gosh. Well that's...that's very nice," Kate says, hiding her smirk. "I'm happy for you."

"Naked sex."

"Good."

"Loads."

"Yes. Lovely. So. I'd better..." and she dashes away, to tell Oliver from accounting that Kurt and his drunken fiance are hilarious.

"I've never seen them this drunk," Brandon tells Mike and Tina. "I mean, they'll usually have a couple, but wow, they're completely wasted."

"I think it was well needed after their recent stresses," Mike observes, watching as Kurt leans across and starts sucking on Blaine's neck. "Plus they're celebrating."

"I think they did that last night too," Tina laughs. "Did you see the hickey Blaine has?"

"We should totally go to a club," Kurt says, as he staggers into Santana's arms. Delighted to see him so happy and affectionate, she hugs him tightly and kisses his cheek.

"Little cupcake can do whatever he wants."

"Fuck off."

"Oh."

"Tana?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

"I know you do." She quickly orders everyone to drink up, and the large group heads out into the night.

Some of Blaine's friends drift off- the nerdiest ones, as Kurt calls them- but Blaine is too drunk and too in love with Kurt to care. "Down here," he says, pulling him into an alleyway, where he pins him up against the wall. "Tiger tiger burning bright," he giggles, because in his drunken state, Kurt's eyes seem to shine. "Gonna just kiss you a little bit, okay?"

"No, not okay!" Tina screeches, hauling them both back out onto the street. "We are not about to lose you, it's your engagement party after all, now come on."

Kurt clings to Blaine's hand when they enter the club. He knows every gay haunt the city has to offer, and the chances are, that someone somewhere will recognize him, and even though Blaine says it doesn't matter, he's still worried.

"Oh holy shit!" he cries in despair, because it's happened far sooner that he thought.

"What?"

"We haven't even got a drink yet. C'mon Blaine, we're going home."

"Who? What?" Blaine staggers around in a circle, but he can't see anything other than their group, but then Santana suddenly notices where Kurt is looking, and even in the dim lights and with her dark skin, Blaine notices she turns pale.

"Kurt, we'll go," she says, taking him by the arm. "It's okay, really, we'll just go."

"Will someone tell me what's going on?" Blaine yells, and Kurt and Santana push him into a corner, where they can't be overheard.

"Um...by the bar..." Kurt says, swallowing nervously. "Jeremy."

"What?" Blaine pushes Kurt to one side. There, by the bar and nursing a beer, sits a man with neat gray hair. He is slightly overweight, middle aged spread, as Kurt would call it, and he's dressed far younger than he can get away with. He clearly hasn't noticed them, but he does seem to be on the lookout for someone or something, because Blaine can see him eyeing up Matty and Nico from his Astrophysics class, and Blaine knows full well he'll have no luck there.

"Let's go say hi."

"What? Blaine, are you out of your mind?" Kurt screeches, while Santana reels backward in surprise. "I haven't seen him for so long! I can't. No. I just can't. We'll go."

"No we won't. I like it here, and I want to dance with you. You're right. You haven't seen him in so long, and you've got the upper hand here, haven't you? You're not caught off guard like last time, the ball's in your..."

"Court," Santana finishes for him.

"Court. Yes, thank you. Besides, we're really drink. It'll be fun."

"Drunk."

"That, yes, thank you, love of my life."

"I said that," Santana tells him. "Not Kurt."

"And you're the love of my life," Blaine declares, giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. He turns unsteadily, grabbing Kurt's hand, and steering him toward the bar.

Jeremy looks up in surprise, and does a double take. "Kurt?" he asks, his face lighting up. "Kurt!" He stands, and makes to hug him, but then thinks better of it and offers his hand instead, which is all sorts of awkward, as Kurt has to let go of Blaine to shake it, and then doesn't seem to know what to say or do. He suddenly feels very sober and very shaken, because memories he had worked so hard to erase are now coming flooding back, and he just wants to run.

"Hi," he says quietly. "How are you?"

"Good," Jeremy says, though no one is convinced. "Yeah. You?"

"Um, great, actually," Kurt says, as it suddenly hits him. He is great. His life is amazing now, and he can do this. He can stand with Blaine by his side, and look into his past, because that's what it is, past.

"I just got engaged, actually," he continues, turning to beam at Blaine. "Jeremy, this is my fiance, Blaine Anderson."

"Oh." He's taken by surprise, but still gives Blaine a warm smile and shakes his hand politely. "Nice to meet you, Blaine. And congratulations."

"Thanks," Kurt says, fumbling for Blaine's fingers and giving them a squeeze.

"So what are you doing with yourself?"

"Working," Kurt says with a smile. "I'm a writer for Marie Claire. Blaine is at NYU, studying Mechanical Engineering."

"Oh wow." Jeremy gives a laugh, but it's kind, not mocking. "Quite the power couple. I'm happy for you," he tells Kurt sincerely. "And Blaine, I assume you know Professor Scarbo?"

"Do I?" he asks Kurt, who nods. "Yes I do," he then informs Jeremy. "I am so incredibly drunk right now."

Jeremy really does laugh at this, and claps a hand on his shoulder. "Well you have reason to celebrate, I guess, getting engaged to Kurt."

"We had lots of sex."

"Okay!" Santana calls, coming to the rescue. "Let's go find you some water." She manhandles Blaine away from them, and up to the other end of the bar, where she can still see Kurt, but where Blaine can't be heard, and Jeremy turns back to the conversation.

"He's very sweet."

"Yeah. He really is."

"So is he the reason that you and I..."

"Yes," Kurt admits. "I met him when I was visiting dad for a weekend. It took me over a year to get my shit together, but I knew I loved him, I couldn't stay away."

"I'm happy you've found love," Jeremy says. "Though I wish it had been me. We could've been really great together, you and I."

"No we couldn't," Kurt says gently. "You're a good man, Jeremy, I'm sure of it, but we met at the wrong time, and brought out the worst in each other. We both deserved better."

"You're right, I guess," he agrees sadly. "And I'm glad one of us got it."

"You will too, one day."

"I hope so." He looks down, and for a moment Kurt fears he might cry, but then he looks up again and offers his hand. "Well, goodbye."

"You don't have to leave on my account."

"I do. It's not fair for you two to be expected to celebrate your engagement with me sitting in the corner all night. It was good to see you again though, Kurt, and I wish you and Blaine every happiness together."

Blaine reappears once he's left, handing Kurt a whiskey and soda. "You okay?"

He sighs, and takes a large gulp of his drink. "Yeah. Actually, I think I am."

"I wanted to hate him," Blaine admits. "But he seems like a nice guy. Just a little out of place sitting in a club like this."

"He is nice," Kurt agrees. "Lonely and confused, but nice. I think the people we were when we knew each other are not the people we really are inside. We've both changed."

"I like this Kurt," Blaine says, and he suddenly remembers they're in a gay club, and if he wants to sloppily make out with his fiance, then he can.

Though surprised, and still holding his glass that is now awkwardly wedged between them, Kurt kisses back eagerly, even letting his free hand slide slightly below the waistband of Blaine's pants. "I like this Blaine, too," he says when they part, breathless with exhilaration.

"Wanna dance?"

"Sure."

All the dancing and all the drinking and all the making out, of which there is lots, means that both Kurt and Blaine end up horny and desperate for the bathroom, and eventually Kurt has to break away from Blaine to weave unsteadily across the club, while Blaine dances with Tina instead.

His head is swimming, the room spinning, and Blaine feels on top of the world. A very smart idea suddenly occurs to him, and he stops twirling Tina and follows Kurt instead, pushing his way into the bathroom and past the line.

"Tiger?"

"Oh my god," comes the mortified moan. "Blaine, no."

"Let me in."

"No!"

"Wanna talk to you."

"Then hold up and wait until I'm done."

Blaine pouts against the wall, and eventually Kurt emerges, giving him a side-eye as he goes to wash his hands. "What is it?"

"I wanna suck you off."

Kurt hangs his head, torn between laughing loudly, dying of embarrassment, or backing Blaine right back into the stall. In the end, he doesn't get to decide, because Blaine does it for him, pulling him back from the sink and kissing him hard, bypassing the line once again, and pushing them into a recently vacated stall, locking the door.

"Blaine!" Kurt hisses, shocked yet completely turned on. "You can't! Everyone will know what we're doing in here!"

"So? I wanna suck your cock," he whispers into Kurt's ear, who bites back a moan at the feel of Blaine rubbing his crotch. "Come in my mouth, Kurt. Down my throat."

"Oh fuck," Kurt breathes, and then just watches as Blaine sinks to his knees on the bathroom floor, and pulls him from his underwear, immediately taking him deep.

He's too drunk to stay quiet, and he ends up biting on his own fist while he whimpers. He's also aware that the club they're in is not seedy like Scandals back in Lima, and it's hardly appropriate for them to be doing what they're doing, but he doesn't care.

The bathroom isn't big, just three stalls and a row of urinals, and eventually, mutterings start up. "Hey! C'mon!" a voice calls from outside. "Go home, get a room or something!"

"Fuck off!" Kurt yells, feeling rebellious, and Blaine lifts his head.

"Yeah! Fuck off! He's getting his dick sucked." Pleased with himself, he grins up at Kurt, before returning to the task in hand. It's not long before Kurt is pushing himself as far into Blaine's mouth as he can, and Blaine swallows eagerly, as his hot come spurts down his throat.

"Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt groans, in a moment of sobriety. "You just..."

Blaine straightens up, kissing him long and slow. "Told you I was wild."

Kurt watches him as they emerge from the stall, and Blaine quickly washes his hands and fixes his hair, but there is no hint of him having done this to please Kurt, or prove a point, more like he just wanted to let go and have some fun, and once they're back in the club, Kurt pins him to the wall and kisses him again. "I love you so much," he says, letting his thumb graze over his cheek. "You are just amazing."

"Where the hell have you two been?" Santana demands, and Kurt turns around and offers a dazzling grin.

"Busy."

"I sucked him off in the bathroom," Blaine informs her, and Santana rolls her eyes.

"Of course you did."

"No, I really did."

She stops, turning to Kurt, who shrugs. "Yeah, he really did."

Santana rests a hand on Blaine's forehead, and pretends to take his pulse. "Who are you and what have you done with Blaine Anderson?"

"Very funny. Is there more to drink?"

"Not for you, no," Santana snaps, then guides them both back to the dance floor.

They don't leave until past three in the morning, when they wave Tina and Mike off in a cab, and Kurt's work colleagues in another, before they fall in step with Santana and her roommates, staggering along the street as they head home.

"Oh!" Blaine stops when he sees someone he knows, and the group wait for him while he walks up to the girl, who is stood outside another club. "You there!" he calls loudly. "You, in the distance!"

"Excuse me?"

"You, over there!"

The small girl frowns, her dark eyes narrowing. "I'm standing right in front of you."

"Huh?" Blaine looks confused for a moment, then refocuses. "Oh. Not in the distance. Just small. Hello."

"Hello, Blaine."

"Hello," he says again. "Uh..."

"Rachel."

"Rachel! Yes, that's the one. We were in Glee club together."

"We were," she says tightly. "So are you visiting? Or..."

"I live here," Blaine says, as if it's a surprise to him too. "I go to NYU."

"Oh. I see."

"Gonna be a spaceman."

"Right."

"You?"

"I'm at Tisch," Rachel says with a polite smile. "Musical theatre, you know."

"Good. Well, I have to go and have loads of sex with my fiance," Blaine slurs, waving to Kurt who waves back. "It was good to see you," he adds.

"You too," Rachel says, though she doesn't mean it at all.

"Sorry, sorry." The young man emerges from the club, pulling his jacket on. "The line for the bathroom was really long. Are you okay?"

"Yes," Rachel says, as they start to walk. "Though you missed a very drunk Blaine Anderson from high school."

Jackson stops dead, searching up and down the street. "What? Where? What did you...? Where is he? Where did he go?"

"Calm down. He left," Rachel says primly. "After telling me he needed to go and have sex with his fiance."

"His what?" Jackson reels as if slapped. "He's...engaged?"

"I guess so." Rachel shrugs. "How dumb is that? He's like...twenty. What's up with you, anyway? You two went out, what, three times? You didn't even kiss the guy, and that was three years ago."

"I know," Jackson says, trying to make light of the situation. "I just wanted to say hi."

He doesn't add that he's purposely kept away all these years for his own sanity, because he knows that to hear that Blaine was still with Kurt, would shatter him completely. "So did you see his fiance?" he asks airily.

"Yeah, it was that jerk who kept showing up and kissing him after competitions," Rachel snaps. "The really arrogant one."

And simmering with bitterness and resentment, Jackson walks on.

"I wonder if Brian will be awake?" Kurt muses, as they near their building. "I wonder if Brian wants pizza?"

"Huh?"

Kurt looks over his shoulder, to see Blaine halfway through the last slice of pizza, the empty box dangling from his hand. "Oh."

"Brian," Blaine says, through a mouthful of pepperoni and mushroom. "Yeah, he'll be awake."

"Let's knock on his door."

Surprisingly, Brian is awake, but that's only because he heard Kurt and Blaine singing Consider Yourself from Oliver, very loudly and drunkenly, as they staggered toward his door. Laughing, he lets them into his apartment, just managing to catch Kurt before he falls and headbutts the coffee table.

"Hey!" Blaine exclaims, as he weaves around the apartment. "Your house is just like ours, only different...different..."

"Furnishings?"

"Yeah! Hey, I love you Brian."

"Thank you, Blaine, I love you too," Brian says, filling two glasses with water. "Might I suggest you two drink these? And take some Advil in preparation for the hangover that's going to hit when you wake?"

"Can't do that, Bri," Kurt slurs, from where he lies on the couch. "Gotta have sex."

"Not right there you don't," Brian laughs, making Kurt sit up to drink. "Have your water and then go home to get some sleep."

"I sucked Kurt off in a club!" Blaine suddenly remembers, not noticing the shock on Brian's face.

"Right. Well. That's..."

"In the bathroom. Was good, wasn't it, Tiger?"

"Totally."

"You had a good night then?"

"The total bestest," Kurt slurs, trying to remain upright before he gives in and lies down again. "I love being engaged to my puppy."

"Brian?"

"Yes Blaine?"

"Why are you wearing pajamas?"

"Because it's four thirty in the morning."

"Oh. Brian?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"I am so drink."

"Drunk and yes, Blaine, I noticed."

Kurt just lies on the couch, giggling uncontrollably at how funny his drunken fiance is, watching as he staggers around.

"Brian?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"Going to bed now. Night."

"Blaine, that's my bedroom," Brian laughs.

"Oh."

Undeterred, Blaine staggers back across the living room, pulling Kurt to his feet on the way. "Gonna sleep in here then," he declares, opening the door to the guest room. "After we have sex."

"My dear friends, if you two are anywhere near capable of having sex, I will pay you both a million bucks." Realizing they're clearly now staying for the rest of the night, he fills the two glasses again, and gently pushes open the guest room door, to find Blaine and Kurt already passed out, with Kurt snoring loudly. "For when you wake," he whispers, setting the water on the nightstand. "You crazy, drunken fools."