#Blaine: “everyone has daddy issues except for me

[pileofpawns]

I really wonder why Kyborg often talks about and heavily mourns Crystalena but literally never brings up his dad specifically. Was his dad a bad parent? Does Kyborg just remember his mom better? Did Blaine forget that Kyborg has a dad? I have so many questions.

[yarbafecirtaeb]

March Madness | PARA

Who- Beatrice and Arin Where- Frannie’s basement When- Nightime.

Bea stared down at her phone, her sisters "Why?" threatening her. Why did she and Blaine date when he was so obviously gay? She knows they know what their father will do to make the perfect couple but that didn't explain the actual relationship she and Blaine had. The parts that made it feel serious and real even though they had no real say in the matter. Maybe she did love him and that has her responding before she can even stop herself, phone smashing to the concrete floor as tears welled up in her eyes.

Arin had been walking by the door to the stairs that led down into the basement when she heard what definitely sounded like something breaking. Normally, she wouldn't have thought anything of it, but with the way Bea had been, she wasn't really sure she could let it go. Ever since Bea had come into the house she'd been weird, distant, and bitchy. Granted, Arin didn't know her all that well, but even the encounters they'd had, had been really not-good, for either of them. There was something that was bugging Arin about it and without a second thought, she opened the door and headed down to the second door. She knocked once and then tried the door, finding it unlocked, she entered, closing it and locking it behind her. She caught sight of Bea's phone on the ground and raised an eyebrow. "Care to tell me why there's a shattered phone on the ground?"

Bea just stares at Arin wide eyed, before looking down to the phone. "I threw it." And she's quick to kneel down to try and gather bigger pieces of the shattered screen.

"Obviously. And why?" Arin really wasn't sure what had brought it on, but she wanted to know. The younger woman's energy was really effecting people, she'd seen it with Quinn, she'd seen it with Frannie, and there had definitely been issues with Sugar and even Blaine on game night. It was getting to a point where it needed explaining.

Bea doesn't look up at Arin, she just stares at the ground and her hands that held remnants of her phone. "I didn't want to answer it."

"Answer what?" Arin really didn't know what to do with the way Bea was reacting. With most people she'd approach, but things weren't feeling right to her.

"I didn't want to answer a message. Why does it matter. I need to clean it up."

"Because you've been off since the day you fucking got here. And this is just one more thing in a long list of things that makes me wonder if Frannie was right to let you live here." Arin crossed her arms over her chest. She hated to admit it, but as much good as Liv had been doing for Frannie, having to worry about Bea and Quinn to worry about was only going to make things go backwards for Frannie.

"If Frannie wants me to leave she can just say so!" She can't help but clench her hands. "I didn't even want to come here. I never should have."

Arin scoffed. "You think Frannie would fucking turn you away? That woman cares more about you and Quinn than she does herself. And if you don't want to fucking be here, then don't be here. You're an adult. You can make your own choices. If you don't want to be here, you don't have to be. But stop taking it out on everyone else."

"No. She'd have you do it for her." Bea stands up, she doesn't mean it but it won't hurt if she doesn't admit she enjoyed her time so far. Even if it didn't seem like it. "It was Daddy's idea I come. He thought I'd find something out." She had no intentions of ever seeking out information but the chance to leave him was a chance she couldn't say no to.

Arin rolled her eyes. It was the biggest lie on the planet. As much as Frannie loved her, Arin knew, at the end of the day, she'd be the one to leave, not Beatrice. However, it was Beatrice said next that had Arin's jaw clenching. "You're playing spy for that fucking bastard? Really? You'd betray your sister's trust like that? How fucking pathetic are you?"

"I didn't. I never was going to. I just thought I could keep saying there was nothing to say and he'd give up."

Arin scoffed. "You think that bastard would give up? Really? How fucking dumb are you?" She shook her head. "And what are you going to do when he doesn't give up? When he decides that you're lying to him? Because it'll happen. I've seen it. I do business with that bastard on the regular."

"Stop calling him that!" Bea is pacing, furiously in circles. "I don't know, okay? I don't know. I just needed to get out and harvard would keep him happy."

"No, I won't. Because that's what he is." Arin raised an eyebrow as Beatrice paced. "Why the fuck do you need to keep him happy? You're an adult."

“Frannie and Quinn left him. I’m all he has left.” She can feel herself panicking but just continues to walk in circles. “It doesn’t matter. If Frannie wants me to leave I’ll go. I’ll figure something out.”

"Do you know why your sisters left? Do you? Have you ever asked?" Arin growled. Frannie and Quinn were, in a lot of ways, her world. The Fabrays were the closest things she's ever had to siblings and she wasn't going to leave them undefended. "You know nothing about your older sisters, do you? Frannie would kick me out long before she even thought about telling you to leave, no matter how uncomfortable you were to make her."

"I don't need to know. I don't want to know." She's heard things. She knows he wasn't hurting them the way he's hurting her because Bea knows Frannie wouldn't have left her to endure that. "I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"Well you fucking should. Because believe me, if you knew the kind of shit he did, you wouldn't be so inclined to be his little fucking pet." Arin all but spat, her own anger rising. Arin knew their stories like the back of her hand. Knew things about them that no one else knew. "Yeah, well being a little bitch all the fucking time? She might not say it, but you are."

Bea stops in place. "You think I want to be?" She releases the pieces of her phone from her hands unsure on what to do next. This conversation is already putting her at risk of saying too much and she feels herself shutting down at the thought. It's clear she's not okay but pretending it is nothing had stopped working long before now. "I was being selfish but I can't stop."(edited)

"You're a fucking adult, Beatrice. You can easily cut that bastard off. But you don't want to. So you take it out on everyone else. You make living with you like walking on fucking eggshells. And personally, I'm fucking tired of it. I have seen both your sisters in the deepest parts of their fucking trauma and never have I felt like I have to worry about getting my head taken off the way I have with you." Arin rolled her neck a little.

When she'd left to dance is when she learned just how messed up she really was. It had been easy to hide because she made it hard for the others to get close to her the same way she was doing now. Except these people actually care. They aren't going to push her down stairs, or use what their father had done as a way to get ahead. But she can't say it. The thought of it has her sick to her stomach. "I didn't think it would be like this. I thought they'd be like me. I shouldn't have thought this would work."(edited)

"What do you mean, you thought they'd be like you?" Arin narrowed her eyes at Beatrice. Whatever the younger woman was thinking was fucked up, and honestly Arin was growing sicker of it by the minute.

"Forget it, okay? I just need to sit down." And she does, sitting in the corner, holding her knees to her chest. "I thought no one would care, okay? And no one really does. Frannie does because she's too nice not to but that hardly counts because she has you to make it clear how the whole world is feeling. I should have thought about Blaine."

Arin scoffed. "It's incredibly hard to care about someone who treats you like shit. Frannie does it because you're family. And I have fucking tried to care. But all you've done is acted like a little bitch. Start shit just to fuck off." Arin breathed out through her nose. "What does you being a little bitch have to do with Blaine? What's your fucking thing with him?"

"Blaine didn't expect to see me. The last time I saw him I slapped him and we haven't spoken sinse. That's the issue. Okay?" And really that's only half of it. "I didn't come here trying to start anything but it's not going to stop."

"So that explains one night. And only one night." She glared at Beatrice. "So you're just not going to deal with whatever shit has you being a bitch? You're just going to put Frannie through that? Having to deal with you being a bitch and caring about no one but yourself despite the fact that she is letting you live in her home, rent free? Despite the fact she's being beyond kind to you?" Arin scoffed. "Selfish fucking  bitch, you are. Frannie deserves better than you as a sister, if that's the kind of shit you're willing to put her through."

It's not really what she wants, but she doesn't know what to do. "There is no excuse, okay? I'm just a bitch." She's just staring at the wall in front of her, fingers tapping on top of her knees. "I thought I'd be able to live the way I had when I left home but everything here just reminds me what I was trying to get away from. What I can't use anymore. Can you just go already?"

"No, because I want fucking answers. I want to know why you think you can be such a little bitch to the very people who are trying to support you. Because Frannie deserves those answers and since she's too nice, and too afraid of becoming someone she isn't to get them, that leaves me. I refuse to have you live here and be a bitch without explanation. Especially if you want some sort of fucking dynamic with me. Because I refuse to be in a dynamic with someone who refuses to be an adult even part of the time."

"I never asked for support. I never even needed help until I got here." Bea begins rocking a bit trying to calm herself down. "Forget it. I don't want anything. Not with you. Not with anyone. I'll figure something out so I don't need to be here upsetting everyone." The only place she really has to go is home though and she begins holding her knees tighter.

"All I'm hearing is that because you refuse to be an adult you're making everyone else fucking miserable. Because you refuse to take responsibility for yourself and your actions, because you chose to come here. You asked Frannie for a place to stay. And now you're punishing all of us because you don't want to be here, despite being the one to make those choices. Frannie doesn't want you to leave, gods, I don't necessarily want you to leave. What I want, is for you to grow the hell up and accept responsibility for your shit. Whatever you've been through, whatever has you like this, you can fucking  get help for it. Fuck knows everyone else has."

"That's it. I refuse to be an adult because I don't need help for something that didn't happen." Bea closes her eyes, humming to herself quietly in hopes of calming herself down. She feels ready to explode and she doesn't know how to handle that.

"Bull fucking shit, Beatrice!" Arin shouted, she didn't mean to, but she did. "I know damn fucking well the way that bastard treated you girls. I don't know what he did to you, but I know what he did to your sisters. I know the kind of pain and trauma he caused. I have nursed both of them back to reality so many times. You cannot tell me you don't have shit you need to deal with. Because it's clear as fucking day you are fucked up."

“Please leave. Please.” She’s pleading, rocking in her spot. “I just want to see Blaine and not want to throw up. I want to be able to sit here and not feel like I’m going to explode any second. But I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

"Then get fucking help! For fucks sake it's actually that easy! Do what the rest of us have had to do, and go to fucking therapy!"

“I’d rather pretend it’s not real then get him in trouble or tell someone else’s secret.”

Arin groaned pinching the bridge of her nose. "Stay the fuck away from me then. Because I can't deal with someone who refuses to get the help they need to stop treating other people like shit. And if you so much as upset Frannie, in anyway, because you refuse to get help, I will find a way to get rid of you. Because I refuse to watch my best friend backslide after she worked for YEARS to get to where she is now. I refuse to watch her suffer at the hands of a little bitch like you." Arin turned and made her way to the door.

“I won’t bother her. You don’t need to worry about it.”

[judedeluca]

The fabled lost tenth issue of Heroes in Crisis has been found!

Tom King originally planned for Heroes in Crisis to have a very special epilogue issue set a thousand years in the future! To show the brainchild of the Trinity was going strong one millennium later, Tom would utilize his love of the Legion of Super-Heroes to do a very special all confessional tenth issue!

No plot! No story! No emotion! All your favorite Legionnaires back to reveal their darkest secrets and redefine them for the 2020s!

Is Brainiac 5 really over Supergirl? Why are Dawnstar and Wildfire are a couple? What’s going on in Stone Boy’s head?

However, one night Tom had a dream where he was threatened by the ghost of Dave Cockrum. Only to wake up and find out Dave’s ghost was in his bathroom and writing obscene things with a magic marker on his tiled floor.

So Tom decided to scrap the issue, and we mean REALLY scrap it. He set his computer on fire and buried the remains in a shallow grave behind the old abandoned Applebee’s on Route 84.

But that wasn’t enough to stop us from exhuming the remains to bring you this ultra-deluxe look at what would’ve been Tom’s best story yet! Okay granted we couldn’t save everything. Or, like, 90% of the issue. In fact all we could salvage was the three pages of dialog.

But 10%’s still a 10!

(Okay seriously I just wrote this whole thing as a joke once I realized no Legionnaires had been in Heroes in Crisis, and I could only imagine how King would’ve mutilated them had they been included. After this past week I needed to do something cathartic. Repeat: THIS IS ALL A JOKE)

And now we bring you the script for Heroes in Crisis #10: When All My Hope Is Lost

Cosmic Boy: I actually really, really HATE the Legion.

Lightning Lad: I’m not Garth Ranzz. I’m Proty wearing his body. Don’t tell Saturn Girl.

Saturn Girl: I made Lightning Lad think he’s Proty. It was a joke. I don’t know how to fix it.

Duplicate Damsel: When Computo killed our third self, we were relieved. I always hated myself.

Bouncing Boy: Problems? Why would I have problems? I married a woman who can make infinite duplicates of herself. You know what that means? Infinite berginas.

Ultra Boy: I can’t wait to tell everyone that Phantom Girl and I are trying to have a baby.

Phantom Girl: His ultra sperm made me sterile.

Brainiac 5: I’ve tried to clone Supergirl 399 times. If the 400th attempt fails, I’m going to blow up the Earth.

Sun Boy: The first time I had sex was after I got my powers. And because of it I did… I burned her… I’m actually a virgin.

Polar Boy: My arm wasn’t the only thing Tusker ate.

Colossal Boy: She loves me. And if she loves me, that makes what she did okay.

Element Lad: One time I transmuted Shvaughn's profem into candy to see what would happen.

Matter-Eater Lad: I’m Matter-Eater Lad. Hell yeah.

Tyroc: I’m Tyroc. Oh dear God, why am I Tyroc?

Mon-El: I wonder when I’m finally going to escape the Phantom Zone.

Shadow Lass: The dark is good. The dark is my friend. The dark will consume everything. Until then, I have to pretend.

Star Boy: I’m not Star Boy. I’m Danny Blaine, Xanthu’s greatest hero. Danny Blaine never killed anyone. Danny Blaine has his own cereal. Star Boy doesn’t have cereal.

Dream Girl: I know how it all ends. I can’t wait.

Chameleon Boy: R.J. Brande wasn’t my father. He was my lover. That’s why I always called him “Daddy.”

Lightning Lass: I’m going to ask Violet to marry me tomorrow.

Shrinking Violet: I’m going to tell Ayla I’ve been sleeping with Duplicate Boy tomorrow.

Chameleon Girl: This is the best scam I’ve ever run.

Blok: I’ve been waiting for the Dark Man’s signal for years.

Timber Wolf: When I’m alone I put on her old costume and pretend we’re still together.

White Witch: What are these things on my eyes? Why do I have them? Why does no one say anything? Why am I like this????

Sensor Girl: Val’s not dead. He’s right here. He’s all around me. Please make him go away.

Ferro Lad: Oh yeah I’m dead.

Invisible Kid: I dyed my hair this way because it’s the only interesting thing about me.

Dawnstar: At this point the only reason I’m with him is because I love watching him be miserable.

Wildfire: I’m haunted by the ghost of my penis.

Night Girl: I sleep under his bed to listen to him snore.

Quislet: What’s a Legion?

Infectious Lass: I can spread every disease in the universe except love.

Porcupine Pete: I don’t like to be touched.

Color Kid: I didn’t even know I had eyes in the first place.

Fire Lad: My head is on fire.

Chlorophyll Kid: My plants hate me.

Rainbow Girl: I’m colorblind.

Stone Boy: …

XS: I went back in time to kill my grandpa for causing Flashpoint and I ended up being the one to cause it. I’m gonna fix it tomorrow.

Gates: I voted for Trump.

Tellus: Do you even know who I am? Because I don’t.

[crazedlunatic]

Chapels and Panic Attacks

“I feel like we’re forgetting something.” Kurt stared down at his wedding binder, chin rested in the palm of his hands and elbows on the table. He had taken a shower already and his hair was particularly messy and fluffy.

“Kurt, I told you not to come home from work and stress about the wedding.” Blaine, who had just opened the back door, shook his head but smiled. Had he really thought Kurt would not stress about it?? After all, it was Thursday and the wedding was Saturday afternoon.

“I know but I just want it to be perfect.” Kurt scooted back from the table and closed the binder.

“I think you don’t want the planning to be over.” Blaine carefully set his messenger bag on the floor and then wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind. “You’ve been planning your wedding since you were seven.”

“And our wedding since I was eighteen.” Kurt admitted aloud. “Oh my God. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Blaine laughed.

“I wish we could have our real honeymoon now… staying in a nice resort for two days by ourselves will be nice though.”

“I’m sorry. It’s the hugest case since I’ve been hired on and it’s pretty much all hand on deck… but on the bright side, we knew when we picked our wedding date so we hadn’t already booked a honeymoon and had to cancel it.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kurt sighed a bit and nodded. “I’m marrying a multimillionaire in less than two days and can’t even have a long honeymoon.”

“You really like saying that.” Blaine laughed loudly, pulling another kitchen chair next to Kurt and sitting down beside him.

“Which part?” Kurt grinned.

“All of the above I’m assuming.” Blaine grinned back and took the binder. “It is what it is now, Kurt. We should really try to enjoy the last day and a half before we take the biggest step of our lives.”

“I think the twins being born in five months will be the biggest step.” Kurt corrected him.

“Don’t you mean steps?” Blaine grinned again.

“Oh my God.” Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled.

“Seriously, though, it’s crazy. I can’t believe it took so fast. One try and boom—twins.”

“Overachiever.” Kurt laughed.

“I was afraid Burt would have a heart attack when we told him not only had we finalized a wedding date but also that we were trying for kids.” Blaine laughed this time.

“He’s thrilled. Everyone is… except for Melody.”

“She’ll come around. She’s using to being the baby.”

“I know.” Kurt looked at his watch. “What time is Alex getting into New York?”

“Overnight. I gave him the door code and already talked to Chad. He’s going to let them in and show them how to get to the elevator.” Blaine put his cell phone on the table after checking to make sure he hadn’t gotten any updates from Alex. “I can’t believe they cancelled his first flight.”

“We can all get brunch at Rustic Table. I’m sure they’ll want to sleep in.” Kurt suggested to take Blaine’s mind off of his brother’s delayed arrival. “And we’ll probably be hungry again after the wedding rehearsal.”

“I can’t wait to eat at 21 Club. I have always wanted to. The guy at the firm who just got married had his rehearsal dinner there too and he always goes on about the alcohol.” Blaine grinned.

“You can’t get drunk. We get married the next day, you remember?” Kurt gave him a look.

“I know, I know.”

“I hope you know. If you are drunk or hungover on our wedding day, I might literally murder you.” Kurt threatened. “Maybe you and Wes shouldn’t be alone together.”

“Kurt, if you kill me the day of the wedding I don’t think you’ll get the life insurance money.” Blaine winked. “Besides, it’s our wedding rehearsal dinner. I’ll be with you the whole time, okay? I promise.”

“Alright. Can we just lay down and spend some time together? I know it’s going to be crazy tomorrow and even crazier on Saturday… I’d like to just be with you.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Blaine stood and offered his hand. “As long as you let me get out of this suit first.”

“The next time you put on a suit… it’ll be a tux.”

“The next time you put on a suit, it’ll be a tax as well.” Blaine grinned. “And then later that night, I’ll get to take it off.”

…

“Everything looks beautiful.” Carole gasped walking into the room that Kurt and Blaine would be getting married in the following day. “It’s breathtaking.”

“Can you tell Kurt that? He’s stressing about it. He thinks it might be too over the top.” Blaine laughed.

“No, it’s absolutely perfect for you two.” Carole shook her head.

“Momma, I thought we were going to eat cake.” Melody whispered loudly, tugging Carole’s arm to get her attention.

“Honey, the wedding is tomorrow. This is just the rehearsal.” Carole whispered back.

“Then why is it so pretty now?”

“Kurt wanted to make sure it was going to look perfect tomorrow so he insisted it be finished today.” Kurt caught up to them. “But I don’t know if I like the lighting—.”

“It’s perfect, Kurt. Absolutely perfect for you two. It’s amazing.” Carole reassured him.

“When she first saw it she used the words beautiful and breathtaking, kid.” Burt, who had been with them but was too busy looking around in shock to join the conversation, grinned.

“Daddy, why do you still call Kurt, Finn, and Blaine kids?” Melody questioned. “They’re grown-ups.”

“It’s a stage.” Carole whispered to Blaine who looked amused. “Finn went through it too… only Melody’s questions are a bit more age appropriate.”

“Are you sure the lighting is good, though? If we spend this much money on photographers and the pictures aren’t perfect I’ll be devastated.” Kurt looked to Carole.

“Kid, people get married in places like this all of the time.” Burt told him.

“Plus, photographers bring their own stuff to adjust for any possible lighting issues.” Blaine added.

“I know but if we need anything changed it has to be tonight.” Kurt chewed on his lip and looked around again.

“It’s perfect.” Blaine, Burt, Carole, and Melody said at the same time.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Kurt held his arms up in defense. “It’s perfect.”

…

“Is this seriously happening today? Today I am marrying Kurt?” Blaine asked, staring at the tuxes set up throughout the room.

“Unless you’re backing out.” Alex joked.

“Wes, this is terrifying. How did you do this?”

“With a crying two-year-old in my arms.” Wes remarked. “But Quinn’s got two of yours in the bun so it’s pretty much the same thing. Blackmail.”

Alex looked at Wes for a few moments before bursting into loud laughter.

“Heyyyy.” Eric poked his head in before coming into the room.

“How did you marry Alec?” Blaine asked.

“Still a bit hazy. I don’t remember much of anything before the wedding, actually.” Eric shrugged. “Why?”

“He’s freaking out.” David said.

“Ah. Yeah well, I think everyone does.” Eric nodded. “I passed out.”

“What about you, Alex?” Blaine asked.

“We got married in the courthouse.” Alex shrugged. “I wore a tie, she wore a dress, and everyone we knew got drunk in her parents back yard that night. Highly recommend that kind of wedding… a lot less stressful than this probably was to plan.”

“You think Kurt would have let him help that much?” Wes snorted.

“No, you’re probably right… but you’ll be fine, Blaine. Even if you forget the words to your vows, everyone will think it’s cute.” Alex reassured him. “But nothing else really matters apart from you and Kurt.”

“What he said.” David pointed at Alex.

“By the way, I saw Kurt because I walked Alec to the room he’s getting ready in. He looks amazing.” Eric added. “That’s what you’ll remember before the vows. First seeing him and then both of you standing in front of the officiator to start. You might remember some of this but the nerves you won’t remember.”

“I’m not nervous. Okay, I am nervous. It’s just a big step. I’m ready for it, obviously.” Blaine babbled. “I mean we’ve been together forever and we don’t do very good apart, so it’s meant to be.”

“Don’t say that in your vows.” Wes warned.

“I think talking about this will stress him out more.” David said. “C’mon, Blaine. Let’s go on the balcony and get some air.”

“No, I mean, okay but I’m totally fine. Having a minor panic attack with all of this waiting but I’m fine. I know I’m meant to be with him and he’s meant to be with me. He’s everything to me and we’re about to have two kids and I couldn’t be happier. I’m just freaking out because of this dead time.” Blaine responded.

“And that’s why we’re going to get some air.” Alex nudged him towards the balcony where David was already holding the door open. “Go on.”

“Fine.” Blaine sighed and stepped outside. He took in a deep breath and let it out as Burt came into the room.

“Better?” David asked.

“Yeah.” Blaine took another deep breath. “A lot better.”

“Good, because Burt’s here to talk to you.”

…

“Your husband to be is having a panic attack.” Rachel announced coming into Kurt’s dressing room.

“What?” Kurt yelped, turning so fast he nearly knocked a chair over.

“Finn told me.” She explained, holding up her phone.

“Maybe not the best time to tell him that.” Alec gave Rachel an impatient look. “I’m sure he’s okay.”

“I don’t know. Kurt’s dad walked in and apparently he forgot how to breathe or something.” Rachel retorted. “That doesn’t sound fine to me.”

“Could you not?” Alec asked Rachel as Kurt grabbed his phone.

“I need to see him.” Kurt said. “He’s not had a panic attack since he was 18.”

“But you can’t see him before the wedding; it’s bad luck, Kurt!”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have told Kurt in the first place.” Alec snapped. “Come on, Kurt. I know where their dressing room is at.”

Kurt took his tux shirt off and neatly put it on the hanger, leaving in his pants and a white t-shirt.

Alec led Kurt down two hallways, stopping at the end of the second one. “They’re in here.”

“Thanks.” Kurt stepped in.

“He’s fine.” Wes reassured him. “He doesn’t want to not get married or anything like that.”

“I know.” Kurt smiled. “Can we have some time alone?”

“Yeah. Your Dad and Eric are in there with him.” Wes pointed to the bathroom as the other guys filed out.

Kurt headed to the bathroom.

“Oh God, who told you?” Blaine gasped out, seeing Kurt in the doorway.

“He’s fine, Kurt.” Eric said, a cup of water in his hand.

“I know.” Kurt promised, crossing the bathroom and standing next to Blaine. “What happened?”

“Courthouse weddings and babies and big steps. Also, it’s really hot in here.” Eric supplied.

“Wait, what?” Kurt looked confused. “Courthouse weddings? Steps?”

“I think some of the wedding chatter and advice got in his head.” Burt said, hand still on Blaine’s back. “As soon as I came in to talk to him he couldn’t breathe.”

“It’s a panic attack.” Eric said. “It’s been a pretty long one, though. Here, drink some more water.”

Blaine shook his head, leaning against Kurt.

“It’s okay. Everything is going to go perfectly. We’ll leave here tonight married and we’ll have four completely stress free days.” Kurt whispered in his ear. “And then we’ll have so much free time after work without wedding planning that we won’t know what to do with ourselves.”

Blaine took a few breaths, gripping Kurt’s hand.

“Drink some water?” Kurt asked, taking the cup from Eric.

Blaine nodded and took a few sips.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We can push it back an hour or two if you need to. We paid so much for this wedding that they’d not even care. This place is ours today anyway.” Kurt whispered, brushing some of Blaine’s hair back.

“No, no. I just need to calm down. I know I need to calm down but it’s not helping.” Blaine shook his head.

“Do the breathing Wes and David were talking about.” Eric prompted. “Three full times, okay? I’m sure I’ve got some medicine in my car if you need it. I can have Alec run and grab it.”

“I’m fine.” Blaine took a deep breath, some more color returning to his face. Kurt still had arms around him and was kissing the top of his head. “I’m okay. I think it’s over.”

Burt squeezed Blaine’s shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Eric asked, looking hesitant.

“Yes.” Blaine nodded, leaning against Kurt.

“I’ll give you three a few minutes… just let us know when you’re ready for us to come back in, okay?” Eric asked.

“Thanks, Eric.” Blaine gave him a small smile.

“Let’s go out in the dressing room. There’s more space.” Kurt helped Blaine up.

“I can walk.” Blaine reassured him.

“I know you can.” Kurt ruffled his hair and led them into the dressing room.

“I’m sorry.” Blaine sighed, looking between Burt and Kurt.

“Shh.” Kurt sat next to him on a large couch.

Burt sat on his other side. “Feeling better? You scared me a bit, kid.”

“Yeah. I think I got too hot and I was getting nervous because they were talking about weddings that weren’t like ours and what not to say in vows.” Blaine took a deep breath. “I was nervous already and then you came and it was like I blacked out and then couldn’t breathe.”

Burt chuckled a bit.

“How is that funny?” Kurt looked at his father as if he’d gone crazy.

“Kid is so crazy about you that he had a panic attack, Kurt. That’s kind of cute.” Burt chuckled some more.

“It is kind of cute.” Kurt admitted, still running his fingers through Blaine’s hair. “But I don’t think it’s just from today. You’ve been worrying about work for a few weeks now. There was the flight mishap and you were afraid Alex wouldn’t make it in time. They lost our check for the cake.”

Blaine nodded. “And I was fine until I had all of this time before I needed to get dressed and I started thinking about it and then… panic attack.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a big thing you two are doing.” Burt reassured them.

“Were you nervous?” Blaine looked at Kurt pitifully.

“I’ve been a nervous wreck for days. I just didn’t want you to think I was having second thoughts.” Kurt admitted. “The difference is mine didn’t come all at once.”

“It happens more than you’d think, Blaine.” Burt reassured him. “Maybe not a full-blown panic attack but everyone surrounding you probably didn’t help.”

“No.” Blaine laughed a bit. “Definitely not.”

“Look… this thing is supposed to start in about thirty minutes.” Burt looked at his watch. “I just wanna say this to you first—and Kurt, you can hear this too.”

Blaine watched him carefully.

“I never expected us to be here today the first time I met you with you hungover and sleeping in my son’s bed, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I could never trust anyone with Kurt more, Blaine. And I couldn’t trust anyone with you more either. You two have been family to each other for a long time and… I’m glad it’s going to be official today and that I’ll get to call you my son. I’ve always seen you as my son, kid, and I hope you know that.”

Tears filled Blaine’s eyes and he nodded.

“I love you both and I am so happy and thankful that you two found each other. You guys are perfect together and I can’t wait to watch you both excel in your careers and have kids and love each other until you’re both my age and older. Both of you make me so proud and, Blaine, I couldn’t be prouder to have you as an official son.”

“I love you too.” Blaine hugged him. “Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me. I—“

“Don’t thank me for anything.” Burt hugged him back. “Just take care of Kurt, okay?”

“Always.” Blaine pulled back and wiped his eyes.

Carole stepped in. “Guys, the officiator is here.”

“Oh, God.” Kurt stood up. “Okay, Blaine, I need to finish getting ready.”

“I need to do that too.” Blaine gave Kurt a tight hug and then kissed him quickly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kurt asked, pulling back.

“I’m positive, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck, tears filling his eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” More tears filled Blaine’s as well.

“Okay, boys. We don’t want to put it off any longer than we have too, right?” Burt chuckled. “I’m going to get Kurt back to his room now.”

Carole gave Kurt a hug as he and Burt passed.

Wes came back into the room as Kurt passed. “Goin to the chapel and we’re…. gonna get marrrrried. Goin to the chapel and we’re gonna get marrrrried.”