It was implied at the beginning of this story, but this is not really Blaine/Rachel friendly…it makes kurtbastian stories so much more fun to read in my opinion ^-^ so from here on out, No one likes them ^-^
2 month later
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Quinn and Kurt were sitting in her bakery enjoying a few pastries. "Oh no" Quinn looked out the window.
"What?" Kurt asked.
"Brace yourself" Quinn said before heading towards the counter. Before Kurt could ask,s a familiar couple came into the store.
"Quinn, how nice to see you" The woman exclaimed.
"Rachel" Quinn gave a strained smile, "What are you doing here."
"Well, I'm getting married and I need you to do my wedding cake. I want it to be really tall, like at least six tiers. It needs to have gold stars all over it because I'm a star. The cake needs to be vegan, of course along with the icing." She looked at Quinn, "Why aren't you writing this down?"
"Rachel" Quinn sighed, "I don't do walk in orders. If you want a cake you have to order online or fill out a form and I will get to it when I can."
"No, this is priority" Rachel screeched.
"I'm sorry, but I have other clients that I am making cakes for and they were here first."
As the two women continued to argue, the man looked around the room until he spotted Kurt. He walked over to him, "Kurt?"
Kurt looked up from his cheesecake and saw someone he hadn't seen in a long time, "Hi Blaine"
"I haven't seen you in forever" He sat down.
"Yeah, what have you been up to?" Kurt asked, a strained smile on his face.
"Well, I'm on Broadway now. I'm one of the biggest stars out now, except for Rachel of course." He responded.
"Awesome" Kurt said.
"We're getting married actually" Blaine said.
Kurt's eyebrows rose, "What? Married?"
Blaine nodded
"But you're gay" Kurt replied.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "This again? Come on Kurt, bisexuality is a thing; or do you still not believe in it."
Kurt stiffened, "I'm sorry Blaine, but the last time you tried dating it ended with you claiming that you were gay. Forgive me for sounding a little skeptical."
"She really helped me after the proposal, you know, the one where you refused me and then disappeared for eight years." Kurt rolled his eyes. "You don't exactly have the right to judge me Kurt. After what you did to me."
Kurt sighed and went back to his cheesecake. He looked up again to see Blaine staring at him, "What?"
"Should you really be eating that? I mean, come on Kurt, you used to be so health conscious." Blaine responded.
"A-are you calling me fat" Kurt glared.
"Kurt, you should really be watching your weight." Blaine continued
Kurt was shocked and put a hand subconsciously on his stomach.
"What did you say to him?" A voice said. The men turned to see Wes standing behind Blaine, a cold expression on his face.
"Hey Wes, I haven't seen you in forever. How have you been?" Blaine smiled.
"Don't 'Hey Wes' me Blaine Anderson. Why are you insulting Kurt?" Wes demanded.
"Oh come on Wes, he's obviously gained weight because we aren't together anymore. Which is totally uncalled for since he was the one who left me." Blaine explained.
"Blaine, not everything is about you." Wes scolded before walking over to Kurt, "Come on Kurt, don't listen to him. You are gorgeous."
Kurt didn't look at him, but pushed away the cheesecake and continued to rub his stomach. Wes sighed and glared at Blaine, "Thanks a lot Blaine. Way to be an ass." With that Wes carefully helped Kurt out of his chair and out the door.
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It wasn't until a few weeks later that there was another Rachel Berry incident. This time, fortunately, Kurt wasn't a part of it.
Rachel looked across the busy New York street with a large smile. In front of her was a large store called Pavarotti, home to the designs of Mr. Hythe, currently the most famous designer, especially wedding dresses. Anybody who is anybody has their dress made by Mr. Hythe and that is exactly what Rachel Barbra Berry had come to get. She walked into the store and looked around, the store was divided into sections: Men's, Women's, Maternity (both men and women), and even a small section for children. The store was clean and modern, filled with people milling through the racks. There were workers on the floor helping people find things and a few more at the front desk checking people out. Bypassing the long line of people waiting, Rachel marched up to one of the women, "Excuse me, I would like to speak to Mr. Hythe please."
"I'm sorry miss, but Mr. Hythe isn't seeing anyone right now." The woman answered. When Rachel didn't move she sighed, "Miss, there are people waiting with actual purchases, please move."
"I don't think you understand, I need to see Mr. Hythe." Rachel insisted, but the woman ignored her and motioned for the next person in line to come up.
Rachel was about to speak but another voice interrupted, "What part of Mr. Hythe isn't seeing anyone do you not understand?" She turned to see a little boy around the age of five sitting at the end of the desk doing math homework. He was thin and had dark brown hair. His bright green eyes stood out against his pale skin.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked.
"My name is Andrew, who are you?" Andrew asked.
"My name is Rachel Berry, Broadway star and most talented individual since Barbra Streisand." Rachel said with her nose in the air.
"Oh you're Rachel" Andrew said.
Rachel smiled and tried to look modest, "So you've heard of me?"
"No, not at all." Andrew turned back to his homework.
Rachel did nothing but stare in shock at the small boy. When he looked up and she was still there he gave an exasperated sigh, "Look, you can't see Mr. Hythe, go away."
Rachel shook her head, "And why not?"
"He's busy" The boy said simply.
"Well when will he be done, I need him to make my wedding dress."
"Mr. Hythe isn't designing anything until at least February. Come back then." He never looked up from his homework.
"My wedding is in November." Rachel whined.
"Well then you have no one to blame but yourself." He smirked.
"Do you know who I am? I am Rachel Berry and I need to have a dress designed by Mr. Hythe because all of the top celebrities have their dress designed by him." She screeched.
"Only partially true, but if you want a dress so badly you should have planned your wedding around his schedule. It was announced in Vogue that he wasn't going to be designing until spring, maybe a late Winter."
"You don't understand, He needs to get out of his vacation and make me this dress. I am Rachel Berry and I need that dress!" She screeched even louder, causing a few around her to cringe.
"Would you stop yelling, please" A voice said.
They looked to see a man standing with his arms crossed over his chest, an unimpressed look on his face.
"You look awfully familiar." Rachel looked at him.
"My name is Trent, you may remember me from The Warblers." He said.
A look of recognition passed over the brunettes face, "Yes, of course, you are one of Blaine's friends. You know, we're getting married in November."
"Yes, I received the invitation." Trent looked bored.
"Well then maybe you can help me." Rachel shot a large smile towards him.
"What do you need?" Trent asked.
"I need to speak with Mr. Hythe so he can get started on my wedding dress." Rachel stated.
"Mr. Hythe isn't designing until next year." Trent replied.
"See, told ya" Andrew snickered.
Rachel huffed, "Why isn't he making clothes? Where is he, I need to speak with him." Rachel started walking towards the back doors but was blocked by Trent.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Hythe isn't seeing anyone. Come back in February."
She was about to speak again but another person decided to interrupt her. "What are you doing here man hands?" They turned to see Santana holding a plastic food bag in one hand.
"Santana, how nice to see you" Rachel squealed, she went to hug the Latina but was pushed away.
"Wish I could say the same Hobbit" Santana sneered. She turned to Andrew and handed him the plastic bag, "Hey, why don't you take this to your Maman." Andrew nodded and ran through the back doors. "Now, why are you bothering the people here Yentyl?"
"I need a wedding dress designed by Mr. Hythe" Rachel repeated.
"Haven't you been listening, he isn't making anything." Trent rolled his eyes.
"The bird's right Hobbit, time to take your sadly dressed self out of the store." Santana made a shooing motion.
"NO!" She shrieked, "I am not leaving here until I see Mr. Hythe."
"Then I'm sorry, but you leave me no choice." Trent sighed and signaled for two large men to escort the Broadway star out of the store.
"Think that's the last of her?" Trent asked.
"Of course not. I have a feeling that we will be seeing her and the other Hobbit a lot from now on."