"Hi!" Kurt chirped, giddiness coloring his voice. "Blaine, this is Glen. Glen, Blaine," he said gesturing between Blaine and the stranger holding Kurt's other hand. Glen stepped forward and held out his hand to Blaine.

"Glen Ayers," the man said grasping Blaine's hand.

"Blaine Anderson," he replied as the men shook hands.

Glen had a firm handshake, a very firm handshake. Not the reassuring kind of firm handshake you give to someone, it was borderline painful. Glen had big, strong hands that squeezed Blaine's to the point where he could feel the bones of his knuckles shifting from the pressure. The handshake did not feel friendly, it felt menacing. Glen stared down at Blaine with a gaze that was not comforting or friendly, it felt cold. He took Blaine in with his eyes, sizing him up and Blaine did the same, but he attempted to do so more subtly.

Glen was tall, an inch or so taller than Kurt, but not quite as tall as Nathanial. He had a slight build to him, but he didn't look like he regularly worked out to build more muscle. His hair was brown and clipped too short for it to be styled. And his eyes were ice green and cold as he glared at Blaine. Something told Blaine that Glen was not excited about meeting him and Blaine was sure he felt just as enthusiastic about meeting Glen. That handshake lasted just a few seconds but Blaine sensed the disdain Glen felt for him in just that one "friendly" gesture. They parted and Glen stepped back and wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist.

Blaine smiled tightly and played it off as if that silent stand-off hadn't happened, "Kurt, this is my boyfriend Nate."

Nate stepped forward and shook Kurt's hand warmly with a genuinely happy smile stretched across his lips. "Nathanial Wise, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt replied with a smile of his own. Once Nate and Kurt's hands parted, Nate thrust his hand toward Glen to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Glen."

Glen glanced at Nate's hand and grasped it briefly, "likewise," he responded without any inflection.

"Now that introductions are out of the way, why don't we get this show on the road?" Nate asked looking at the members of the group.

Kurt nodded, "we can walk to it from here. Follow me," he chirped taking Glen by the hand and they started walking further down the sidewalk. Nate offered his arm to Blaine who took it and they followed closely behind Glen and Kurt.

The whole walk Blaine's eyes were fixed on the two men in front of them. He watched as Kurt would playfully bump Glen and how he possessively wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist. As they walked, Glen's hand slipped lower and lower down Kurt's back until it reached Kurt's backside. Kurt reached behind him and took Glen's hand away, the back of his neck blushing a little red. Blaine watched as Glen kept performing small gestures like the ass-grab during their walk, knowing that Blaine and Nate were watching them. He'd pull Kurt in and kiss his neck and wrap an arm around him or hold onto one of Kurt's belt-loops. These gestures seemed innocent enough, but Blaine felt like Glen was trying to establish that Kurt was his, sort of a marking territory gesture. Eventually, they reached their destination, a small bar/dance club that Blaine knew of, but had never actually been to. Their party made their way into the bar area and they all seated themselves at a table.

"I have never been to this bar. I thought they played music?" Blaine stated glancing at the food and drink menu.

Glen rolled his eyes but Kurt was the one to reply, "they start playing the actual club music around 11:00 but until then it's more of a restaurant-type thing. It's definitely different than the other clubs in the city. I thought if we came here we could get the dinner and the dancing."

Blaine nodded, "makes sense. Good call." One of the waitresses came by and took their drink orders and shortly after, the same waitress returned with their cocktails. "So Glen," Blaine started to keep up conversation, "Kurt tells me you own a law firm?"

Glen absently swirled the drink in his glass, "yes I do. It is doing quite well. One of the fastest growing firms in the city, actually."

"Wow, that's impressive!" Blaine said trying to sound enthusiastic despite Glen's detached reply.

"It is. But it's no surprise. I graduated top of my class from law school two years ago so success was inevitable. After the wedding, Kurt and I are moving to a more exquisite apartment on the other side of the city closer to my firm." Blaine nodded, Glen sounded pompous, but when you're as accomplished as he was, you could afford to get away with it.

"Thank you for inviting us to your wedding on such short notice," Nate added politely, "Blaine and I are looking forward to it."

Kurt waved it off, "it was no trouble at all! I'm glad you both can make it."

"So Blaine," Glen continued after Kurt had finished speaking, "what do you do for a living?"

"I work at a small coffee shop a few streets down from here."

"That's it? You did go to college didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I only finished two years—"

"Couldn't handle it?"

"It's not that, it just wasn't right for me at the time—"

"So you're content making minimum wage at a coffee shop? Don't you want to do anything with your life?"

"Well I came to the city to do something with music—"

"That's realistic," Glen scoffed into his glass, taking a long drink.

Blaine tried not to look as offended as he felt, "I enjoy working at that shop and even though I don't make great money."

"So you're going to settle for mediocrity?" Glen asked.

Kurt looked at his fiancé and threw a subtle elbow into his ribcage. Blaine could not hide the irritation that colored his features. He took a deep breath through his nose before responding, "I'm sorry if you think that working in a coffee shop is mediocre, but I love my job and quite frankly, I'd rather work for a small wage and have the time to spend it with people I care about instead of working a high-paying job that takes precedence over the ones I love," Blaine retorted, taking an obvious shot at Glen and his work habits.

The air at the table grew tense after Blaine's retort. Kurt was open mouthed and staring between Blaine and his fiancé. Glen blinked and raised an eyebrow before letting loose a condescending laugh and saying, "to each his own..."

Nate cleared his throat, "Kurt, Blaine tells me you're a fashion designer?" he jumped in, trying to change the subject towards a lighter conversation topic.

Kurt jumped at the opportunity to talk about something else and he and Nate excitedly talked about fashion and the latest trends. Blaine tried to keep up, laughing along at their jokes and occasionally adding something to the conversation. Glen didn't say much, he just wrapped his arm around Kurt and watched his fiancé talk excitedly about clothes. The waitress came by with their orders and they all fell into conversations that were much less tense. Glen asked about Nathanial's book and Kurt asked about his musical composition and Blaine, Nate, and Kurt talked about music and performing. They covered a seemingly endless array of topics as the night wore on.

Throughout their conversation, Blaine would find himself staring at Kurt more than he knew he should, he looked exceptionally handsome tonight and it was very distracting, even in the dim lights of the bar. He was wearing skin tight jeans, an interesting shirt with brass buttons and zippers crisscrossing in dazzling patterns, and a light jacket that he slung over the back of his chair. Though they always had some kind of contact between them, Blaine was glad that Kurt and Glen weren't all over each other like he feared they would be because he wasn't sure how much of that he would be able to watch.

They all finished their drinks and ordered another round, and by the time the dance floor opened and the DJ began playing music, they had finished their second round and the rest of their food. The base was too loud for them to carry on a casual conversation, so Kurt jumped up and dragged Glen to the dance floor. At first they just started dancing to the beat but by the second song, Glen had dragged Kurt around and began grinding on him. Blaine couldn't watch that any more so he ordered another drink and waited for Nate to come back from the bathroom.

As the songs changed, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Nate with his hand extended, an offering to dance. Blaine downed the rest of his cocktail and let Nathanial lead him to the dance floor. The booming base faded out and a Spanish beat took over. Nate was always an incredible dancer and he spun Blaine around the dance floor to the song. Blaine laughed and played up his movements and his interactions with Nate in hopes that Kurt and Glen were watching. When Nate spun him in a circle he glanced back at the table and saw Kurt and Glen eyeing the pair of them. Blaine smiled wider and danced with his boyfriend, glad that Nate was such a good dancer.

When the song ended Blaine turned to his partner, "want some water or something?" Nate nodded, a little out of breath and he and Nate went over to the table and ordered some water.

"You never said he could dance like that!" Kurt shouted over the beat of the next song.

"I used to teach classes at a youth center," Nathanial replied without seeming like he was bragging.

Kurt nodded, seeming impressed and the music changed again and the booming base was no longer present. Instead of a typical club song with a heavy base, a new, much more upbeat song began to play. Blaine knew this song, he knew it all too well. The song that was playing was none other than "Dancing Queen" by ABBA, the very song he and Kurt had danced to at Junior prom. Blaine glanced at Kurt out of the corner of his eye and saw Kurt looking straight at him.

He turned to face Kurt and his hand extended toward him seemingly on its own accord, "may I have this dance?" Kurt looked at Blaine's hand outstretched before him, stunned at the question. At first his already porcelain cheeks paled, all the color draining from them. But then he looked back up at Blaine's eyes and a red hue had crept back up his cheekbones. He looked back at the hand and then took it and let Blaine lead him to the dance floor.

Blaine put his right hand at the small of Kurt's back and gripped his right hand in his left. Kurt tentatively placed his left hand on Blaine's shoulder, letting it rest there lightly. Blaine stepped off and began to lead Kurt around the dance floor around the other couples. At first, Kurt's movements were stiff and uncomfortable, but by the first chorus, he had loosened up and a smile began to tickle his lips. Before long he began to lightly chuckle. "What's so funny?" Blaine asked, unable to keep himself from laughing along with Kurt.

Kurt shook his head, "prom," he laughed.

Blaine smiled, "you're missing your crown though."

"Oh God that crown," Kurt guffawed, "what a disaster that night turned out to be."

Blaine shrugged, looking up into Kurt's eyes, "I don't think it was a total disaster—"

"I was crowned Prom Queen, Blaine."

"Well it could have gone better," Blaine admitted, "but, we had each other and after the whole queen fiasco, we had a great time because we were together."

Kurt smiled, "yeah, we had it pretty good for a while."

Blaine nodded, "we had it great."

Kurt looked down at Blaine and back at the table, "Nate seems like a great guy."

Blaine looked back at the table and saw Nate and Glen chatting, "he really is, I'm glad I have him in my life," he responded looking back at Kurt.

"Are you in love with him?"

Blaine sighed and looked away from Kurt and back at Nate. He inhaled a deep breath, and shook his head, "no, not yet."

"Why not?"

Blaine shrugged and shook his head, "I don't really know," he said watching Nate laugh with Glen, "it just doesn't feel right. Like something's missing and I don't know what," he admitted looking back at Kurt. "Don't get me wrong I care about him, I really do, but he's just not…" Blaine stopped himself.

"He's not what?" Kurt asked over the final verse of the music.

He's not you, Blaine wanted to say, but he just shrugged, unable to answer. The song ended and faded into another base-heavy club number. Blaine's hands slipped to Kurt's waist and he pulled him into a quick hug. It didn't last long, but Blaine still enjoyed the contact though it was brief. Kurt smiled and both men headed back toward the table where Glen and Nate had stopped talking and were watching them approach. Glen scooped Kurt into his arms and glued his mouth to his. Blaine felt a knot in his stomach and turned away, unable to watch them.

Nate smiled and wrapped him up in his arms and pressed a light kiss across his lips, "do you want to head out? It's midnight and I have a meeting with my publisher tomorrow morning and I should get to bed."

Blaine nodded and turned back to Glen and Kurt who had stopped tongue wrestling. "We are going to head home," he told them.

Glen glanced at his watch and nodded, "we should too," he agreed.

The quartet made their way through the entrance, struggling through the throng of people at the door who were trying to get into the club. Once outside Nate hailed a cab. "It was nice meeting you!" Nate called over to Kurt and Glen who smiled and agreed. He opened the door and gestured for Blaine to get inside.

"I can walk home from here," Blaine said.

"I'll walk you home," Nate offered closing the cab door.

Blaine shook his head, "no you take this cab, I'll be alright."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later."

Nate pulled Blaine into his arms and kissed him sweetly. He pulled back and cupped Blaine's face in his hands, "I love you."

"Goodnight, Nate," Blaine replied. Nate smiled and kissed his cheek before stepping into his taxi and driving away. Blaine turned to see Kurt and Glen behind him.

Glen stepped up to the curb and looked down the street for a taxi. "Oh!" Kurt gasped, "I left my coat at the table! I'll be right back!" he exclaimed and fought his way back through the crowd at the door, leaving Glen and Blaine alone on the sidewalk.

The distance between Glen and Blaine was awkward, a stifling awkwardness that made Blaine's skin crawl. "So did you have a good time?" Blaine asked trying to make the situation less tense.

"Look," Glen sighed turning to face Blaine. "I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, but don't even think about it."

Blaine cocked his head to the side, "I'm not sure I'm following..."

Glen heaved a sigh that sounded more like a growl, "don't play stupid, Mr. Anderson. I saw you with my fiancée tonight. I don't know what is going on in that simple-minded head of yours, but let me just make one thing painfully clear, Kurt is mine. You had your chance five years ago and you blew it, so back the fuck off. He is mine, and he will always be mine."

Blaine's eyebrows knotted together in confusion, "what the hell is your problem? I am in my own relationship and you're getting married to him in less than a week. What makes you think I am the slightest bit interested in Kurt?" he demanded.

"I deal with liars every day at work Mr. Anderson I'm an attorney it's what I do, and you aren't fooling anyone. I see the way you've been watching him, you look at him more than your own damn boyfriend. And you can't take a hint can you? He is in love with me. He is getting married in one week to me. He left you for me. Sensing a pattern here? You are nothing but a pain in my ass that won't go away. Do yourself a favor and just leave Kurt alone."

"So you're telling me I can't be Kurt's friend?"

Glen looked down at him with a disdainful set about his mouth, "not in those exact words, but if that's how you interpret it, then yes."

"I think it's Kurt's decision as to who he wants in his life," Blaine fired back.

Glen stepped close to Blaine, staring down at him in an attempt to appear intimidating, "save yourself the trouble, leave Kurt alone."

"Why are you so bothered by me?" Blaine asked with a smug smile on his face, "afraid of a little competition?"

"You are not any sort of competition," Glen spat, adding extra inflection for emphasis.

"You know what I think?" Blaine asked, "I think you're scared of me. You think I'm a threat."

"Let's get one thing straight," Glen snarled, "you are nothing. You mean nothing to Kurt. If you meant anything to him, why did he leave you? If you were good for him, why was he driven into my arms? He is only nice to you because he feels guilty for breaking your little heart with that phone call. If he really wanted you, he would be with you. But he's not. It's time you grew up and got over him."

Blaine cringed, Glen's words sticking to his brain and worming their way deeper, taking root and replanting seeds of defeat. He's right… but there's no way in hell I'm going to let him know that. He put on a front and shrugged, "seems like you're pretty sure of yourself… and yet, you're still afraid of me," Blaine hedged, cocking his head to the side and eyeing Glen.

"Oh please," Glen replied waving his hand, "fear you? A child fears the monster under his bed, or something that goes bump in the night. Now if you were the monster under my bed, the only bump in the night you'd hear was Kurt and I on top of it," he growled, a sinister smirk curling his lip. Blaine's mouth fell open before he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth together. Then he laughed, a harsh chuckle that made Glen raise an eyebrow. "Care to share your amusement?"

"You forget," Blaine said, "Kurt and I have history. I was his first bump in the night, and no matter how much you bitch about it, it's something you'll never have."

Glen's nostrils flared before he inclined his head and smiled. "History is meant to stay in the past Mr. Anderson. You are his past. I am his future, the best future. Do you really think to win him over with coffee and coins? Hmm? Don't bother entertaining laughable thoughts in that inane head of yours for I assure you, nothing will become of them because you forget, Kurt is in my bed tonight. And every night," he growled with a wink.

Blaine opened his mouth to retort but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Kurt making his way toward them through the crowd. Glen stepped back and flagged a taxi as it was driving by. He then turned and smiled to Kurt as he walked toward them. Blaine shook his head and fixed a smile onto his lips, trying to look like nothing was wrong. Inside, he was boiling with rage over that pretentious son of a bitch, Glen Ayers.

"Got it," Kurt exclaimed holding the jacket up, "sorry I took so long."

"It's alright sweetheart," Glen replied, "Blaine and I were just chatting about the city, weren't we Blaine?"

Blaine nodded tersely, "yeah, Glen seems to be quite knowledgeable about everything."

Kurt smiled, "I'm glad you two get along so well, we will definitely have to go out again like this another time."

Glen nodded stiffly, "oh yes, after our honeymoon we should do this again."

Blaine gave a nod in agreement, "definitely. Well, I've got to get home so I'll see you later."

"It was nice meeting you, Blaine" Glen said extending a hand.

Blaine looked at it before gripping it hard, mimicking the not-so-friendly handshake Glen had given him at the start of the night. He was pleased to see the corner of Glen's false smile waver and almost become a grimace as he grinned up at the pompous bastard, "and you, Mr. Ayers."

"Goodnight Blaine, I'll probably stop by the shop Monday," Kurt said stepping towards Blaine. He hugged Blaine tightly. Blaine looked at Glen from over Kurt's shoulder and gave the man a smug grin as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

"See you Monday, Kurt," Blaine replied as they parted. Glen opened the door of the taxi and Kurt slid into the seat. Glen got in next to him and slammed the door closed in Blaine's face before the taxi pulled away from the curb and headed into the New York night.

Blaine let out an exasperated sigh and headed for home. He'd had a bad feeling about Glen all night and that little argument was just conformation that he was no good. Why did he feel the need to try to intimidate him like that? Did he really expect Blaine to just walk away?

He stormed up the steps of his apartment and locked himself away, still wide awake from sleeping the entire day. He didn't bother to properly hang up his clothes as he stripped down and slipped into pajamas. He sat down on the couch in front of the television and turned it on, desperate for something to take his mind off his confrontation with Glen. He flicked through the channels, eventually settling on a documentary. He numbly watched the screen, still too angry to just let himself enjoy the program.

What an asshole, he thought bitterly to himself, what can Kurt possibly see in him? What did Kurt see in him? He was handsome to be sure, but his pompous façade was ugly and if he was like this all the time, why would he want to be with someone like that? Blaine hoped for Kurt's sake Glen wasn't an asshole all the time, and if he was why does he stay?

Because he's in love with him, idiot, Blaine's brain chimed in, sending a sting down to his scarred heart. His mind was swimming with everything Glen had said and it was eating at him like an acid. He was right. Kurt chose him over Blaine and that was the sticking point that was hard for Blaine to let go of. Kurt picked Glen and not him.

He frowned at the screen, tonight seemed like it was just another nail in the coffin for Blaine and his damn feelings for Kurt. On the dance floor with Kurt he felt more whole that he ever had with Nate. With Kurt, everything was right and that was what was most unsettling. Blaine laid himself down on the couch and closed his eyes, losing himself in his thoughts. He recounted the evening and he couldn't stop thinking about his dance with Kurt. He had come so close to just telling Kurt he still had feelings for him and he mentally slapped himself for being so foolish. What if he had? Would Kurt have let him down easy, or shoot him down in flames? Blaine was glad he had sense enough to keep his mouth shut.

As he thought about the evening, his thoughts became muddled and his mind wandered back to prom. Thoughts of years past tumbled through his head as he fell into sleep, his dreams suffused with images of a time long past when everything was simple and whole.