The rest of the week passed by quicker than Blaine would have liked. Each afternoon Kurt would stop by for his lunch break shortly after Nate left to go back to work, and every time Kurt came by, Elise would watch cautiously from behind the counter. She was glad Blaine and Nate were going to double date with Kurt and his fiancé and she hoped that the date would finally make Blaine realize that Kurt is unavailable and that his feelings for his ex will evaporate.

Blaine hoped for his own sanity they would just disappear. He didn't even tell Elise he cried himself to sleep the night Kurt brought his things over. He didn't want her to know how much Kurt was tearing him apart inside because he didn't want anyone else to know the depths of his pain, not even his best friend. He slept with the shirt like a security blanket for two nights before he finally snapped himself out of it and crammed the tear stained shirt in the bottom drawer of his dresser. This was definitely the worst week he has had since coming to New York. He put on a brave face every day he went into work for Elise and the customers, but inside he was screaming.

Nate had declared excitedly that he would love to meet Kurt and Glen and double date, which was both a relief to Blaine that Nate didn't suspect his feelings for Kurt, and a disappointment because the only way he could have gotten out of the date was if Nate did not agree to go. However, Nate was ecstatic about meeting new people that his boyfriend knew. So for the rest of the week, Blaine dreaded Saturday night for the simple fact that Kurt would be with Glen, not him. Kurt would dance with Glen, not him. Kurt would go home with Glen, not him. And it was killing him to think about it. Not only will seeing Kurt with Glen together be painful, meeting the guy who is engaged to Kurt and who effectively stole Kurt from him will also be awkward. What will he even say? 'Hey asshole, thanks for stealing the love of my life from me?' No. He was going to have to plaster on a fake smile and watch them together and pretend like nothing was wrong. At least they were going to a bar so if the evening turned out terribly, he could always drink himself into a numb stupor. Either way he looked at it, Saturday night was going to suck.

On Friday night, Nate came over to Blaine's apartment and they watched a sappy love movie Nate brought over in an attempt to be romantic. Blaine glared at the screen throughout the duration of the film, envious that the characters were so carefree and had a happily ever after. The only hope Blaine had of a happy ending was if the wedding between Kurt and Glen gave him closure, and a miracle was definitely needed for that to magically happen. Nate had picked up on Blaine's sour mood even though he had tried to hide it, but Blaine just lied, saying he had a migraine and let Nate cuddle up to him under the blanket on the couch.

The most unsettling thing of the week was Nate. Up until that week, their relationship seemed like a fairytale and Nate truly was his knight in shining armor, but now things felt off. He didn't get butterflies in his stomach whenever he thought about Nate and when they kissed, there were no fireworks. On their date, Nate attempted to be seductive and started kissing Blaine's neck as the credits started to roll but the contact felt wrong. He asked Nate to stop and claimed his head was pounding and he wasn't ready for that kind of intimacy just yet. Nate was distraught at first, but didn't press further and left after tucking Blaine into bed for the night.

Blaine glared at the ceiling for hours, unable to fall asleep. What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he feel so distant from Nate? Where was the romance they shared? Were his feelings for Kurt to blame? He hoped not. He hoped that the only reason it wasn't as lovey-dovey was because they were past the "honeymoon" phase of the relationship and they were settling into a comfortably warm romance. There was no way he was going to let his feelings for Kurt mess up what he had with Nathanial.

All Friday night he stared at the ceiling unable to fall asleep until the sky outside his window began to lighten and turn light grey. Only then did he finally pass out. He was woken up by the shrill ring of his cellphone on his bedside table. He rolled over and squinted through his tired eyes at the caller ID.

"Hello?" he rasped, his voice still thick with sleep.

"I'm sorry babe," Nate replied, "did I wake you?"

"Yeah," Blaine croaked rolling over and checking the time on his alarm clock, "holy shit, it's five in the afternoon?"

"Yes it is sleepy-head. Sorry I woke you, I figured you would be awake by now."

"I should have been," Blaine chuckled sleepily.

"Why were you still asleep? Usually you're such a morning person."

"I couldn't fall asleep until early this morning," Blaine replied as he flung the covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Your migraine keep you up?" Nate asked, concern coloring his voice.

"Yeah, migraine," Blaine lied.

"Are you feeling better today?"

"Much better," Blaine replied trying to sound like his old chipper self.

"Good. Are we still double dating tonight?" Nathanial asked.

Blaine internally groaned, "if you still want to go."

"Of course! I'll come over around 7?" Nate asked.

"Sounds good," Blaine replied rising from his bed and stretching his limbs.

"Bye Blaine."

"See you later."

"I love you."

"Bye Nate," and he hung up the phone. He threw the cell onto his nightstand and rubbed his eyes.

Thankfully Nate believed his migraine lie because Blaine did not want to have to explain the real reason why he didn't go to sleep until the sun started coming up. He wished that he had told Nate that he didn't feel up for the date, but then Nate would have insisted on coming over to take care of Blaine and though it would be thoughtful, Blaine didn't feel like faking sick for a few hours. He sighed and hastily made his bed, not bothering to fix the hospital corners at the ends of his sheets. He must have had a fitful sleep when he finally did go to sleep because all his sheets were twisted into a mass at the foot of his bed.

Once his bed was made well enough, he dragged himself into the shower and stood under the water, singing a mash-up of different songs to keep his mind from wandering. He took his time washing up, and managed to kill a half an hour before he finally got out of the shower. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist before getting ready. He brushed his teeth and shaved his face before setting about fixing his hair. He broke out a tube of hair gel and squirted a small dollop into his hand before rubbing his hands together and combing his fingers through his damp curls. He stood in front of the mirror and meticulously arranged his curls so that when they were dry, his head wouldn't resemble the brush chimneysweeps use.

Once he was satisfied with his hair, he meandered back into his bedroom and stood in front of his closet, deciding what to wear. He had no idea what he wanted to wear, the only thing he wanted to do was to look damn good tonight to make Kurt jealous. Blaine chucked to himself, I'm trying to make a nearly married man jealous. He shook his head because it was true, he had spent all the extra time getting ready so that he looked good not for his current boyfriend, but for an ex. This Kurt thing was getting out of hand and yet, Blaine still stood in front of his plain wardrobe waiting for inspiration to hit him. He began pulling garments from his closet and placing them on the bed, trying to decide what he wanted to wear. Usually, he would just pull on whatever, but tonight he had to impress three people: his boyfriend, his ex-boyfriend, and his ex-boyfriend's fiancé.

He stood back and looked at the shirts, ties, vests, sweaters, and jackets he had splayed out over his bed. He began pairing different articles together, trying to get an idea of what he wanted. Eventually he had narrowed it down to three possible looks. He stared between the three looks and tapped his finger on his chin. After a good five minutes of weighing his options, he decided on a royal blue button up shirt, black sweater vest, and a black, blue, and silver striped bow-tie. He smiled at his choice and put all of the other clothes neatly back into his closet. He grabbed a pair of black jeans that hugged his hips and black shoes from his closet. He glanced at the shoes and frowned at the large scuff mark across the toe of the left shoe. He snatched the shoe polish from his dresser and ran the thick paste over both shoes until they were black and glossy again. He threw the damp towel into the hamper and dressed in his trousers and socks before heading back into the bathroom. He was examining drying his hair in the mirror when he heard a loud knock at the door. He snatched his robe off the hook behind his bathroom door and put it on to cover his naked chest and crossed his apartment to the front door.

He peered through the peephole and saw Nate standing in the hallway with a white rose in his hand. Blaine put on a smile and opened the door. "Hey Nate." Nate grinned at Blaine and held the rose out to him. Blaine brought the flower to his nose and inhaled its delicate aroma. "Thank you." Nate wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist in the doorway and pressed his lips to Blaine's. Blaine could feel Nate's lips curl into a smile but he himself didn't feel anything more than pressure against his lips. No butterflies. He sighed and pulled away, "Are you planning on coming inside, or are we just going to stand in the doorway?" Blaine asked. Nathanial chuckled and stepped back, taking Blaine by the hand, and lead him back into the apartment. Blaine quietly closed the door behind them and turned toward his boyfriend. He was wearing a simple red v-neck tee-shirt under a black blazer paired with dark-wash denim jeans, and dressy black shoes. "You're here early," Blaine stated.

Nate quickly glanced down at his watch to check the time, "actually, I'm five minutes late." Blaine glanced around Nathanial at the clock by his television and it read 7:05. "What time are Glen and Kurt meeting us here?"

"Kurt said eight."

"You're not planning on wearing a bathrobe and jeans tonight, are you?" Nate asked with a mock cringe as he studied Blaine's attire.

Blaine glanced down at his ridiculous get-up and shook his head, "I got off to a late start so I'm not finished getting ready. Make yourself comfortable while I finish," Blaine offered placing the white rose in the vase on the center island that contained the other roses Nate had gotten him. He made his way back into his bedroom and went back to his bathroom to finish getting dressed.

He removed his robe and hung it back up on the hook behind the door. He patted his curls one last time, just to make sure they were going to stay down. Satisfied with his hair, he applied deodorant and spritzed his neck and wrists with a fancy cologne he reserved for special occasions. He recapped the bottle of cologne and set about putting the bottles and tubes that littered the counter of his sink back in their proper places. He was so focused on reorganizing the counter of his sink, he was startled when a pair of hands came from behind him and wrapped around his waist. Blaine chuckled nervously, hyperaware of Nate's clothed chest pressed against the naked skin of his back. "I have to finish getting dressed."

Nate bent his head and pressed his lips to Blaine's shoulder, "no you don't," he breathed against his skin. He began trailing kisses up his shoulder and along the length of his neck. "Do we have to go out tonight?" he whispered in Blaine's ear.

"We already said we would, it's too late to back out now," Blaine retorted, hoping Nate would take the hint and release his waist.

"We can just pretend you're still sick and I can stay the night and take care of you," Nate murmured seductively against the skin of Blaine's shoulder.

"Nate, not tonight," Blaine replied flatly.

"Please?" he whined in his ear. "I am so into you right now," he growled nipping Blaine's earlobe.

Blaine sighed and turned around to face Nate who pressed closer to him, effectively pinning his hips against the sink counter. Blaine reached his arms up and brushed his fingers gently through Nathanial's hair. "Not tonight," he murmured gently, looking up into Nate's eyes.

Nate look dejected, "I don't want to rush you into doing what you're not ready for, but I want you. So bad."

Blaine put on a small smile, "I know, just not tonight. I care for you, I really do. Just not tonight."

"When?"

Blaine thought a moment, "when the moment is right for both of us."

Nate heaved a heavy sigh, "okay."

Blaine smiled and pressed his lips lightly to Nate's, "now let me finish getting dressed before the other half of this double-date arrives." Nate stepped away and the both went into Blaine's bedroom.

Blaine lifted the long-sleeve blue button-down shirt from his bed and put it on, neatly rolling up both sleeves to the elbow. He slid his feet into his shoes and tied them up as Nate watched his every move. He snatched his bow-tie from the bed and neatly fixed it around his neck, making sure his collar was lying flat. To finish off his ensemble, Blaine slipped the black sweater-vest over his head and smoothed it down. He crossed the room and examined his reflection in the mirror.

He turned around and faced Nate, who had plopped himself down on Blaine's bed. "How do I look?" he asked.

"Very sexy," Nathanial replied with a smirk.

"Thank you," Blaine replied, blushing and slipping a watch onto his wrist. "It's almost eight, do you want to wait outside?"

Nate shrugged, "sure."

Nate rose from the bed and both men crossed the room and headed out of Blaine's apartment. They stepped out into the warm June air and picked a bench to sit down at next to Blaine's apartment complex. Nate wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulders and they settled in to wait for Kurt and Glen to arrive.

Nathanial was keeping up a one-sided conversation about a book signing he did earlier that day. While Nate was happily chatting away, Blaine grew more and more anxious about the coming events. He was genuinely nervous about meeting Glen, not because he was afraid that he would judge Blaine, but he just did not want to face the man who stole Kurt's heart and who will be married to him in one week from today. Thinking about the closeness of the wedding put a sour feeling in the pit of Blaine's stomach. Hopefully they wouldn't talk about it too much tonight.

A cab pulled up to the curb in the distance and two figures stepped out, hidden by the shadow of the buildings. Blaine could see Kurt's silhouette as he reached back through the window of the cab and paid the driver before the taxi pulled away. The two shadows linked hands and began walking toward Nate and Blaine who were still seated at the park bench under the bright street light. As the figures got closer, the light from the street lamp illuminated them, revealing Kurt and who Blaine assumed to be Glen. Nate took Blaine by the hand and they both rose from the bench and started walking towards Kurt and Glen. Blaine's pulse raced as they moved closer together and it was practically pounding out of his chest when he and Nate came to a stop, facing the other couple.