All five girls sprang from their seats and rushed the two men as they walked in the room.

"Look who the cat dragged in!" Santana remarked scooping Blaine into a hug.

"Santana you haven't changed a bit," Blaine replied squeezing her lightly.

"Okay, my turn," Mercedes joked lightly hip-checking Santana out of the way. "How have you been, boo?" she asked squeezing his shoulders.

"Fantastic, and yourself?"

She giggled, "I'm doing good."

"Blaine!" Rachel trilled skipping into his arms, "why haven't you told me you were in New York? We have so much to catch up on! What have you been up to? How long have you been here?"

"It's good to see you too, Rach," Blaine snickered.

"Come here, short stuff," Lauren said opening her arms and sweeping Blaine up in them, "have you gotten taller?"

"Ha-ha, very funny."

"It's the hair," Tina giggled mussing it gently with her fingers, "it's not slicked down so the curls give him an extra inch."

"You got me!" he shrugged hugging Tina briefly, "at least it isn't an afro. I can easily grow one of those and add another three inches."

Kurt, who was currently hugging Mercedes, looked over her shoulder at Blaine with repugnance plastered all over his face. He pulled away from his friend and said to Blaine, "if you ever try that, I will personally shear your head."

"You don't like the curls?" Blaine asked patting his hair in mock self-consciousness.

"The curls are fine, but I draw the line if said curls stop looking cute and start looking like a sheep," Kurt retorted putting his hands on his hips.

"Sheep are cute," Blaine pouted, jutting his lower lip out.

"Not when one is growing from your scalp," Kurt added, his tone effectively ending the debate.

"I think sheep are cute," Santana smiled looping her arm through Blaine's.

"See? I'm not the only one!" Blaine grinned victoriously.

Kurt just rolled his eyes. The party meandered back to the chairs in the waiting room and waited for the appointment to begin. They only had to wait a few minutes because shortly after, a man in a designer suit and a stout older woman entered the waiting area.

"Kurt Hummel?" the man asked. Kurt rose from his seat and the rest of the group followed his lead. "Right this way ladies and gentlemen."

They followed the man and the woman through another door at the other end of the hall and entered a much larger room with suit clad mannequins striking various poses around the room. They crossed through the display floor and were lead through another much wider hallway with four rooms lining the walls. The rooms were separated by elegant glass doors, the brass knobs adorned with luxurious scrolling designs. The older woman opened the last door on the right and ushered the group inside the glass room.

Inside, there were two white viewing couches situated in front of a smaller changing room that was curtained off for privacy.

"Right this way Mr. Hummel," the man in the suit said gesturing Kurt toward the curtained off area. He opened the curtain for Kurt who stepped in and closed the curtain behind him, flashing an excited smile to the group. "Have a seat," the man said waving a hand at the couches. The woman who showed them their room stormed past the group as they took their seats, a garment bag cradled into her arms. She opened the curtain a crack and slipped the bag into the changing room for Kurt.

"Let me know when you finish dressing. Then I come in and check the fit," the older woman ordered in a thick Russian accent.

"Thank you," came Kurt's disembodied voice from behind the closed curtain. The woman nodded curtly and stormed out of their room without acknowledging the group on the couch.

"Sorry," the man in the suit apologized, "Irina isn't always the most personable, but she is an excellent seamstress," he said glancing at the retreating frame of the woman. "I'm Henry." The man in the suit went down the line shaking everyone's hands as they introduced themselves. Blaine was sitting at the end of the couch and Henry shook his hand last, giving Blaine a subtle wink, effectively flushing Blaine's cheeks. "So," Henry began, clasping his hands together, "the wedding is this weekend?" Everyone nodded in unison. "So are you lovely ladies and dapper gentleman part of the wedding party?"

"Not in the literal sense," Tina replied politely.

"The wedding isn't exactly traditional so there aren't bridesmaids or any of that," Mercedes continued.

"We were originally, but the distance between all of us made planning all of it too stressful and near impossible, so we all agreed to make it all about the two grooms," Rachel stated, matter-of-factly. "Though, I was elated when Kurt asked me to sing at the reception."

"Slow your roll, Broadway," Santana snipped, "you're not the only one singing on Saturday."

"Thankfully I'm not the only one, otherwise I would captivate my audience and detract from the real stars of the day, the newlyweds," Rachel replied with a nod.

Blaine snickered at their playful banter that was very reminiscent of their old interactions in the choir room back in high school. No one had changed at all, bringing a smile to his lips. As the girls were describing the wedding to Henry, Irina came back into the room with black silk fabric in her hand as she made her way over to the curtain. "Are you dressed?" she asked on the other side of the curtain.

"Yes, come in," Kurt replied. Irina slid into the curtained off room with Kurt. Less than a minute later she slid back out of the room and gripped the curtain, "are you ready to see?" she asked the group on the couch. The women all locked hands with each other on the couch, Santana locking Blaine's hand in her own at the end of the couch. Irina smiled and whipped back the red curtain in one quick jerk. Kurt stood in the fitting room striking a pose with an elated grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

Unintelligible gasps and exclamations sounded from the couch as the five girls erupted in excitement. Kurt laughed at their reaction and turned in a slow circle so they could take in the full scope of his ensemble. The suit was perfectly tailored to fit him, accentuating the elegant grace of his body. The suit itself was bright white with only a few striking pops of black with the bowtie, silk pocket square, vest buttons, and black piping along the lapel of the suit jacket. A smile graced Blaine's lips and he studied Kurt as he strode over to the full length mirror to the right of the couch. Kurt looked himself over in the mirror, obviously pleased with the suit, the girls keeping up a steady stream of compliments.

Kurt glanced at Blaine in the reflection of the mirror, "Blaine, you're awfully quiet. What do you think?" he asked turning around and facing the group on the couch. Blaine canted his head to the side and pursed his lips, "please say something, you're making me think there is something horribly wrong," Kurt said giving his reflection a fleeting glance before turning back to Blaine.

"I'm surprised your eye for detail didn't catch it," Blaine teased, rising from his seat and striding over to Kurt who watched him with an arched brow. Blaine stopped just in front of Kurt with his back to the girls and reached up, untying the bow from Kurt's collar. He stretched it out and smoothed it down quickly before looping it around Kurt's neck again facing the other direction. "The seam of the tie was showing," he explained without meeting Kurt's watchful gaze. His hands moved deftly, tying the bow neatly around Kurt's neck, all the while aware of all the eyes on him, especially Kurt's. Blaine smoothed out the collar of the white shirt over the retied bow and smiled up at Kurt who was only a few inches away. He slowly ran his palms over the shoulders of the jacket and swept a bit of lint off the lapel.

"And?" Kurt breathed, his exhale tickling Blaine's forehead.

"You look very, very handsome," Blaine murmured smiling up at Kurt. Kurt's eyes warmed as he returned the smile.

"Adorable," Henry sighed, hands clasped over his heart. "You two are one of the cutest couples I've ever seen in here."

Kurt glanced down at Blaine who was slowly turning a slight shade of red. He cast a quick glance up at Kurt who also had a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks. Kurt laughed lightly, edging away from Blaine and looked back at Henry who was smiling at the pair of them.

"No, no," he breathed, waving his slightly for emphasis, "Blaine and I are not engaged. We are just friends."

Henry unclasped his hands and covered his mouth, "oh I am so terribly sorry," he blurted quickly. "I just thought that— And you were— He—," Henry stammered nervously glancing apologetically between Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt laughed, diffusing the tension, "it's quite alright Henry, really."

Henry quickly changed his tone and put a smile on his face, letting loose a relieved laugh, "so Blaine," he began turning to the shorter man, "you're single then?" he chuckled and winked.

Blaine blushed deeper and chuckled, waving it off, "no, I am in a relationship."

Henry snapped his fingers, "oh damn," he teased. "Oh well, you know what they say, all the cute ones are either straight or taken." Everyone laughed, along with him, even the girls who had fallen dead silent during those few tense moments. "I do agree with Blaine though, you look simply dashing Kurt!"

Kurt beamed at Henry as he turned back to study his reflection in the mirror, Blaine studying him from behind. "It really fits perfectly," Blaine remarked as Kurt glanced at Blaine's reflection.

"That's the whole point," Kurt replied turning around and studying the back of the suit in the reflection of the mirror.

"So," Irina began, having been completely silent since Kurt came out of the dressing room, "the fit is good? Need no more changes?"

Kurt looked over at the woman and shook his head, "I don't think so, this is exactly what I had envisioned. Just picture it with a red boutonniere," Kurt gushed twirling in a small circle.

"A vision in white," Blaine agreed seating himself back down on the couch with the girls.

"I think we're all set," Kurt said turning to the girls and Blaine. They all nodded and complimented Kurt again. "I'll get changed."

Kurt changed back into his clothes in the privacy of the dressing room while his party all meandered about the room, talking with Henry and each other. Henry stealthily made his way over to Blaine and began relentlessly flirting with him for most of the time, despite Blaine having said he had a boyfriend. Blaine was always polite though, laughing at Henry's jokes and keeping up with the small talk. When Kurt came out of the dressing room he eyed Blaine and Henry and laughed at the two of them.

Blaine on the other hand, was relieved and quickly excused himself from the conversation, joining the rest of the group as they went back through the store to the front desk. Kurt made the final payment on his tuxedo and scheduled a time to pick it up that Friday for the wedding on Saturday. They all left the store, their spirits lifted with Kurt's being on cloud nine.

They gathered on the sidewalk in front of the store. It was just about 4:30 in the afternoon, so they made the executive decision to go out for dinner and catch up with each other. Of course it was Rachel who led the way, assuring everyone she knew of a nice restaurant within walking distance of the bridal store they had just left.

Most of the way there, they all talked about the wedding, still excited from the fitting. Kurt was going into full detail, describing everything about it from the flowers to how the napkins were going to be folded at the reception hall. They discussed colors and guests and Glen the whole walk to the restaurant. Blaine tried to tune most of it out, unwilling to accept it was so close to the event, but he also wanted seem interested in the conversation so he laughed occasionally. Eventually, they reached the restaurant and were seated at a large table across from the windows. They all squeezed around the table, Blaine fitting in between Kurt and Santana.

The dinner went well, for the most of the evening. They all had the chance to catch up on what everyone was up to. Blaine talked about his coffee shop job and the few gigs he had performed at, he didn't linger on the topic of his schooling or living in Ohio. Like he had hoped the girls didn't judge him, they were all just excited to see him after all these years.

Of course Rachel gushed on and on about her roles on Broadway and how she was becoming quite a star. She and Kurt discussed getting Kurt another small role after his honeymoon to which Kurt enthusiastically agreed. Rachel even extended and offer to Blaine for him to use her agent to get him some shows that were more than just bar performances.

When Rachel wasn't talking, the other girls got the chance to talk about what they had been up to. Lauren and Noah Puckerman were engaged and she had her own fragrance line which she loved. Tina worked part time in a photography studio when she wasn't taking acting classes to get over her lingering shyness. She and Mike were still together, though he is now on tour as a back-up dancer with an up and coming hip-hop singer. Mercedes was in the process of working on a solo EP of songs she had written, living in the same apartment complex as Santana in LA. Santana had done several photo shoots for various magazines and she had just finished filming the pilot episode for a television show. Everyone seemed to be on their way in the world and though it sometimes made Blaine feel self-conscious about his situation in life, he was happy to be with his friends again and he promised them he would not drop off the face of the planet again.

No one brought up Kurt and Blaine's break-up, so they all either knew the details about it, or they kept quiet about it to keep the conversation from being awkward. Blaine assumed the both, figuring Kurt would have told them all about it. He didn't dare bring it up either, knowing full well it would end up being the focus of the conversation for the rest of the evening. Once or twice Kurt would laugh and clap Blaine lightly on the arm, an innocent gesture in itself, but it would get a few quizzical looks from the women regardless.

The check came and they all began shelling out the cash for each of their dishes, splitting the tip for the gracious waiter. Once the check was picked up, they all fell into chatter again without the distraction of food to detract from their conversations. Shortly after, the trill of Kurt's cellphone cut through the voices, his face lit up as he glanced at the caller ID.

"It's Glen!" he announced rising from his chair, "I'm going to take this outside, I'll be right back," he said shimmying behind the chairs and headed for the door.

Blaine watched him weave his way between the tables and leave the restaurant without so much as a backwards glance at the table. Kurt stopped just in front of the window outside the building and his face beamed as he answered his phone. Blaine watched as he began happily chattering away about what Blaine assumed to be the successful tuxedo fitting. Kurt bounced lightly on the balls of his feet as he paced back and forth in front of the window on the other side of the glass, smiling and running his fingers through his hair as he talked to Glen on his cellphone. As the conversation went on it seemed like Kurt was still floating on cloud nine as he spoke to Glen, sparking a flare of jealousy in Blaine.

The giddiness he showed however, did not last long. Blaine watched as Kurt's face fell and tears began pooling in his eyes. He began speaking angrily into the phone, blatantly upset at whatever Glen had said to him. His bouncy stroll in front of the window turned into an aggravated stomp as he hastily paced back and forth on the sidewalk. His pale cheeks began turning red as he grew more and more upset at whatever Glen was saying. Blaine watched, concern furrowing his brow. He had tuned out the pointless chatter around him and focused all his attention on Kurt, anxious that he was so upset. He was torn between going out and comforting him as he argued with Glen, and staying out of it.

After a few minutes of storming to and fro, Kurt calmed down and stopped pacing, going from angry to just plain upset. One word answers flowed from his lips, a clear sign that he was done with the conversation. Glen must have gotten the hint, because Kurt clicked off his phone and shoved it into his back pocket. He strode out of sight from the window and did not return into view. Blaine watched the empty window, waiting for Kurt to come back into view or to enter through the doors of the building. A full minute passed with no appearance from Kurt and with each ticking second, Blaine's anxiety mounted, concerned for Kurt's fragile emotional state. He contemplated going outside when he was snapped out of his thoughts.

"Blaine!" Rachel half shrieked from across the table. "Have you been listening to me?"

"Sure Rachel. I-I'll be right back," he replied dismissively, taking a fistful of napkins from the dispenser as he stood up from the table.

He made his way out of the restaurant and prayed Kurt hadn't left. He immediately looked over to the sidewalk in front of the window area and found Kurt sitting alone on one of the benches directly to the left of the restaurant window. His legs were crossed tightly and his arms were folded over his chest, a tear clung to his pale cheek. Blaine slowly made his way over to the bench and sat next to Kurt, who did not acknowledge his presence. Blaine wordlessly stretched out his hand and held out the napkins he took from the table.

Kurt glanced at the napkins and took them from Blaine's hand, "thanks," he mumbled with a weak smile. He dabbed his cheeks with the napkins without another word. Blaine waited patiently to see if Kurt would explain, but when he didn't, he decided to take it upon himself to ask.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked scooting closer to Kurt on the bench.

Kurt heaved a heavy sigh, "it's Glen," he began. "He had to cancel our honeymoon."

"Why? What happened?"

"Something came up. He has to fly to LA tonight for some celebrity lawsuit his firm has taken on."

"Tonight? What about the wedding?"

"He is flying out tonight to meet with his client and set things up and he's flying back to New York late Friday night for the wedding on Saturday. He's then going to fly out Sunday morning again," Kurt muttered slowly shaking his head.

"How long will he be gone?" Blaine asked.

Kurt shrugged, "it depends on how the case goes. He's already cancelled the reservations we had and our flight tickets for the honeymoon. I know it seems trivial to be so upset about a honeymoon, it's just that I was so looking forward to going and spending time with him without real world distractions. Saying it out loud seems stupid, I shouldn't be this upset," he sniffled, another tear breaking through his long lashes.

"No, you have every right to be upset," Blaine said gently, placing his hand on Kurt's knee. "You just need to look at it from a wider perspective. You and Glen have your whole lives to be together, cancelling a honeymoon isn't the end of the world. There will be so many opportunities for you two to spend time together. Sure it stings now, but it's about the marriage and not just the wedding."

A small smile quirked one of the corners of Kurt's lips, "thanks, and you're right," he murmured, placing his hand on top of Blaine's that was resting on Kurt's knee. "You always knew what to say to make me feel better," Kurt sighed with a light laugh.

"Always happy to help a friend," Blaine murmured in return.

Kurt smiled at Blaine again, their hands still resting together on Kurt's knee. The door chimed to their right, snapping them out of their little bubble. Blaine turned away from Kurt and Kurt leaned around Blaine to see.

Blaine's eyes bulged and snatched his hand away from Kurt's knee and settled it limply in his own lap. "There they are!" Mercedes called, catching sight of the two men on the bench. "We were thinking you had skipped out on us," she laughed as the group made their way towards Kurt and Blaine. She caught sight of Kurt's melancholy gaze and lunged at him, sweeping him up in an enveloping hug, "baby what's wrong?"

"Just stress, I'll be alright," he assured his friend, patting her on the shoulder.

"You're sure?" Rachel asked, placing a hand on his elbow.

"Yeah," he nodded, "I hate to cut this outing short, but I have to get home," Kurt apologized pulling away from Mercedes.

"No! We were going to hit a bar and go dancing," Santana objected.

"You guys go, I have to get home to Glen," Kurt said waving his hands.

"You sure?" Tina asked.

"Positive, I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Fine," Santana declared, crossing her arms, "We will have plenty of time to get you drunk tomorrow night at the club for your bachelor party," she announced, arching an eyebrow. She turned to Blaine, "you going to come with us tonight?"

Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt to address Santana, "I don't think so."

"Blaine, go," Kurt urged, "don't let my bad mood bring down your evening."

"Well unlike you ladies," Blaine jested, "I have work tomorrow and I couldn't take another day off if you got me shitfaced tonight."

They all laughed, "but you're coming with us tomorrow night, right?" Lauren asked.

Blaine glanced back at Kurt, "please?" Kurt pleaded.

"Sure," Blaine sighed, "I'd love to go."

"Super!" Rachel decreed clasping her hands together, "alright girls, let's go out for a night on the town!"

Blaine and Kurt hung back as the girls hailed a van taxi. Once one arrived, they all hugged goodbye briefly and filed inside the vehicle. Kurt and Blaine waved at the cab as it drove away from the curb. Blaine glanced at Kurt, who looked forlorn, and hailed a cab for them both, unwilling to let him stew in his sadness for the duration of the cab ride alone.

They climbed in and Blaine gave the taxi driver the address to Kurt's apartment and they set off away from the restaurant. At first they rode in silence, Kurt staring dejectedly at the floor. Blaine scooted over the seat until he was right next to Kurt and looped his left arm around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him into his side. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder with a sigh. He reached over and pulled Blaine's right hand into his two hands, needing something to hold on to.

Blaine closed his eyes and tilted his head so that it was resting on top of Kurt's, feeling the warmth of Kurt's hands covering his and the curve of his side fitting with his own. He knew he would regret it later, but living in the now, it felt so right. Though Kurt was upset, Blaine felt serene, holding onto Kurt as he was. He never wanted to let him go. His heart was fluttering in his chest, a pleasant tickling rushing through his veins. He wished that this was for real, he wished that Kurt belonged at his side just like this. But, the thin diamond studded band around Kurt's left ring finger was a constant reminder that the hands Blaine held now, belonged to someone else and that they were never going to be his to hold.

All too soon for Blaine, the cab rolled to a stop at Kurt's apartment building. They lingered in the back of the cab for a moment longer before Kurt released Blaine's hand and opened the door of the cab. He slid across the seat and rose from the cab. Blaine lurched across the seat and caught one of Kurt's hands. Startled, Kurt turned back toward Blaine.

"You're sure you're alright?" Blaine asked, concern thick in his question.

Kurt gave him the most convincing, reassuring smile he could, "I will be," he replied. "Thank you. For everything."

Blaine lifted Kurt's hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss across his knuckles before releasing it. "Any time."

Kurt smiled before closing the door and headed up the stairs to his apartment.

"Address?" the cabbie barked.

Blaine ignored his demand, watching Kurt as he made his way into his apartment building, already missing the warmth of Kurt's hands on his own. Once Kurt was out of sight, Blaine turned back to the cab driver and gave him the address to his own apartment, settling in for the lonely ride.