Who: Nick Hinton-Matheson and Jeff Hinton-Matheson
What: Catching up
Where: Bella Vita Galleries, Manhattan
When: Sunday afternoon

It was easy for Nick to get lost in his art, and today was no exception. He had come to the gallery on the day he was supposed to be at home to be here to give one of his commission pieces to the client, and they had been over the moon. Nick always preferred to hand his work over in person rather than through an employee, especially when the client was paying as much as this guy had because his great grandparents had been Italian and wanted Nick to paint an original piece from a childhood photograph he had. It had been one of his favourite jobs, and he was sad to see it go, but when the guy promised he would wholeheartedly be back for more, that made it all worth it.

But he had gotten distracted then and made the mistake of going into his studio for a little while. That had been hours ago, and he only thought to even check the time when he stared to feel sleepy. He grabbed his phone to check the screen and it told him it was after five. "Shit, crap!" he cursed in surprise and was just getting up off his stool from in front of his easel when Jeff came into the studio. "Shit, babe, I'm really sorry. I just got wrapped up and lost track of time. I should have been home hours ago!"

IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS! I'M THE BRIDE, GODDAMNIT! IT'S MY DAY!

Why do I always have to deal with the domestics?

TONY AWARD WINNER, KURT HUMMEL, BITCHES!

MY FAG WON A TONY AWARD AND I GOT TO BE THERE TO SEE IT!!!!

Who: bigbrothersrock and breaksniceguys
What: Holly and Cooper finally shake their minders and meet
Where: The Pierre hotel, Kurt's after party
When: Night of Sunday 10th June, early hours Monday 11th June

Holly couldn't be more proud of Kurt's win. She honestly thought she would burst at the seams from how much she'd been smiling and just how excited she was for him. Though nothing of course could top Blaine's obvious pride and joy. The doting fiancé was by his man's side for the whole thing and Holly had gotten a few words in to the winner but the most part she'd happily circulated the room and chatted with a few familiar faces.

She'd made sure she was dressed to the nines so that Kurt wasn't disappointed. Her hair slicked back into a perfect ponytail and her dress for once subtle and tasteful. No insane colours, no glitter. Nothing over the top. It showed off what little curves she had, and the heels she wore only managed to bring the best sort of attention to her legs.

Holly took a second glass of champagne from a passing waiter after giving him her empty glass and turned to start a circuit of the room again before she nearly lost her drink down herself when she collided with someone. It took her a moment to recognise the face and she stood there like a rabbit caught in headlights before she realised that Kurt was not about to pounce on her for just looking at Blaine's brother. He was busy being the night's true winner.

"Cooper Anderson?"

HE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE WON HE WON HE WON HE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dude, you should seriously audition for Grease! I know you laughed me off when I suggested it, but I'm telling you, they're looking for something new in the role of Danny. You would be brilliant.

Domestic over wedding favours...

I didn't even say it was dumb anyway.

Who: justbeingaqueen and breaksniceguys
What: Pre-birthday spa date
Where: Clarins Skin Spa, Madison Avenue
When: 26th May
NOTE: Backdated to the day before Kurt's birthday

It was probably nothing new these days to have a fag and his hag share a spa treatment. It didn’t bring up any difficulties, and there were no strange looks. It was almost Kurt’s birthday and with the impending nuptials Holly wanted to treat him before any kind of bachelorette party could make him beyond saving.

Holly sighed as she relaxed into the mud bath and wriggled her toes in the dark liquid. Whether or not he was gay, Holly had still done him the favour of wearing a swimsuit.They were close but she still didn’t make it a habit of appearing naked around him. Heaven forbid she make the young man scream by flashing her breasts.

And even if she wanted to make him suffer just a little bit for cockblocking her when it came to Cooper Anderson, she really couldn’t deny Kurt a chance to be pampered. She also just wanted some alone time with him before marriage, weddings and a gaggle of hags stole him away.

“Happy birthday, honey,” she said, raising a hand full of mud in mock toast before she air kissed in his direction.

( Kurt’s nose crinkled up when he saw her handful of mud, even if he was lying in a bathful of it himself. He couldn’t help it if he was the epitome of gay bitch snob... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

Kurt's starting to get his bridezilla on. Who wants to help me kidnap him for a girls' night? I'm craving me a zombie cocktail and some Karaoke!

I think I'm going to ban Blaine from having a bachelor party. I cannot trust any of you with him.

Who: nickthewarbler and warble_on_jeff
What: Catching up
Where: Bella Vita Galleries, Manhattan
When: Sunday afternoon

It was easy for Nick to get lost in his art, and today was no exception. He had come to the gallery on the day he was supposed to be at home to be here to give one of his commission pieces to the client, and they had been over the moon. Nick always preferred to hand his work over in person rather than through an employee, especially when the client was paying as much as this guy had because his great grandparents had been Italian and wanted Nick to paint an original piece from a childhood photograph he had. It had been one of his favourite jobs, and he was sad to see it go, but when the guy promised he would wholeheartedly be back for more, that made it all worth it.

But he had gotten distracted then and made the mistake of going into his studio for a little while. That had been hours ago, and he only thought to even check the time when he stared to feel sleepy. He grabbed his phone to check the screen and it told him it was after five. "Shit, crap!" he cursed in surprise and was just getting up off his stool from in front of his easel when Jeff came into the studio. "Shit, babe, I'm really sorry. I just got wrapped up and lost track of time. I should have been home hours ago!"

I get my bro drunk, and now he's crying and snotting all over me about how in love he is and how beautiful the world is. I didn't buy into this, who wants to take over?

Who? justwants2dance and woman_or_a_girl
What? Quiet night in
When? Friday Night
Where? The Fabang apartment
Rating: Probably high-ish for adult topics of conversation (They have bachelor parties to plan for, yo!)

Mike's nights off were genuinely Quinn's favorite nights of the week. Not that he didn't sometimes go out with his friends, too, and Quinn was never that bitch of a girlfriend who spited him that. She valued her time with her girls and her fag, so there was no way she wouldn't give Mike the courtesy of time with his boys that he didn't have to worry about her getting pissed over.

Still, he spent quite a few of his nights off home with her, appreciating the joy of living together. It had been a while now that they had shared their apartment in New York City, but there was something in Quinn that never stopped being grateful every morning that she woke up next to her favorite ninja. Of course there were occasional questions from friends and family as to when and if they intended to put a ring on it, but for the first time in her life, Quinn well and truly felt content where she was. She saw no need to rush or push things, and honestly? Much of that was due to Mike. Of course there was a part of her that loved the thought of being married and all that was included in that, but at her core, Quinn was happy. When and if the day came, it would, but she wasn't wasting her days away hoping for it.

Which in and of itself was a damn good indicator as to how much she'd changed. Quinn had always been a planner, had her whole life mapped out in front of her. But between the accident that had put her in a wheelchair for part of her senior year, and falling in love with a gorgeous dancer who knew how to take life one day at a time, she'd slowly but surely come to embrace that way of living, too.

After a dinner that they'd cooked together, and an impromptu dance in the kitchen in their pajamas, Quinn found herself cuddled on the couch in her man's arms. They made it a point to find time to talk every day, even if it was just a phone call over Quinn's lunch break at work, but this was her favorite way to get her conversation on. "I can't believe Kurt and Blaine's wedding is so close. It's crazy to think about how much I still have to do. 'Cedes and I have to make Kurt's bachelorette party the event of the season... No offense to the one you guys are putting on for Blaine, but ours is going to be better," she teased, kissing his nose with a playful grin.

Star Wars marathon with Blainey. Only urgent messages please #brotherlybonding



PRIVATE MESSAGE TO justbeingaqueen
I need to book you in for some bonding time too. I still think part of you wants to lock me in a box and forget about me.

HELL NO are you taking him out drinking tonight!

Okay, girls! It's time for y'all to help me get the show on the road with arranging Kurt's bachelorette party! The wedding's only six weeks away, and the parties have gotta be strictly two weeks before (according to Kurt) in case anyone gets alcohol poisoning, shaved, dyed or pierced.

Gotta get some ideas all up in this place!

I do love being in a city where breaking randomly into song on the subway isn't out of the ordinary.

Hi, babe... The boss told me to take the afternoon off... It's a slow day for appointments. So what do you have going on after lunch time?

Being sexually bribed into ballroom dancing lessons.

Cooper Anderson is in da' house, bitches!

And by house, I mean NYC to make the most of Squirt's last days of bachelorhood freedom! When the fuck did he go from being two foot tall and 10 years old to three foot and fucking almost married?

Made the society pages again! - with justbeingaqueen

Honey, it's seriously taking every ounce of strength I have not to be a weepy mess all over this school. I'm going to be one of those embarrassing dads, I just know it.

SNOT. EVERYWHERE. UGH.

Tomorrow is the preview day (or whatever it's called) at the school were Nat starts kindergarten in September. I'm having a moment.

DINNER WITH HUGH JACKMAN! OMFG!

Finally got another chance to go see my man dance tonight! Mmmm, the things he can do with his hips...

Guess who's coming to the Big Apple!

Who? comeswithcuffs and jewhawk
What? Date night in.
When? Thursday night
Where? Puck's place.
Rating: High

The dinner of Puck's homemade chicken alfredo (totally not kosher, but so worth it) was done, and the dishes quickly rinsed and put into the dishwasher, and Puck and Taylor were relaxing on the couch. There had been plans to put on a movie, but both of them had somewhat forgotten it in the course of eating dinner, and realizing that they needed to have a particularly serious conversation.

They sat close together on the couch, Puck's arm draped over Taylor's shoulder, in a sort of awkward silence, which was unusual in and of itself. The two of them would generally have been talking about whatever funny stories they had from the day, or making out by now. Instead, the quiet surrounded them, and Puck rarely did very well with quiet.

In fact, there was only so much of that he could take, and it was generally very very little, so within a minute, two at most, Puck had turned to his other half, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled back to look at her face. "You said you had something to talk to me about?" he prompted gently. "What's up?"

Please, please, please, please, please, please let this tickle in my throat just be from giving a too enthusiastic BJ last night!

Trying to get green paint out of an off-white t-shirt... #joysofbeingmarriedtoanartist ;)

Sick kid. Need to take a personal day from work.

Hey, babe... I just wanted to say be safe out there tonight... And if you run into any drunk smartasses with mohawks, let somebody else put the cuffs on 'em. ;)

Fell asleep on a wet canvas. Not a good look.

Kurt's so CUTE when he sleeps, I want smoosh his face all up, pinch his cheeks and mess up his hair #whichwouldberightbeforeidie

Who: rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: Pre-marital relations?
Where: Kurt & Blaine's apartment
When: Monday night, after Kurt's performance
Rating: NSFW

Blaine very rarely missed one of Kurt's shows. If he wasn't in the audience, he was backstage waiting for it to end. The only time he missed was when he was sick or had important college assignments he had to focus on, but even then, those times were few and far between. Tonight was no exception, and after another crazy fan meet and greet at the stage door, Blaine bundled Kurt into their cab and came home. Some nights, they might hang out with the cast, but that was usually only on weekends. Tonight, Blaine wanted Kurt all to himself.

He had spent the morning hungover and sleeping it off, and when he woke up, he had not found his other half cuddled in bed with him liked he hoped, but alone in bed with more of the bedroom packed up around him and Kurt doing Pilates in the living room. With the wedding coming up in just eight weeks and Kurt's show drawing to an end, Kurt was like the Energizer Bunny. He rarely stopped, and when he did, it was usually crashing out in a deep sleep. That was why Blaine had literally (but gently) tackled him onto the bed when they got in, and now he was knelt between Kurt's legs after managing to wrestle him out of his tight pants. He kissed over Kurt's toned stomach and then trailed some kisses down to his inner thigh...

"I think we should start packing the kitchen up."

Blaine's head shot up and he shot Kurt a look of exasperation. "Babe," he said with a laugh of disbelief. "Stop... I'm trying to make love to you here. Don't make me bitchslap you." He reached up and planted a hand on Kurt's shoulder to give him another nudge back into position relaxed on the pillows. He went back to nuzzling Kurt's bellybutton, humming in appreciation.

Mike's night off tonight! Date night of win!

Hungover after bro-night last night... DNW to work... Want to die...

Who: rockstarwarbler, jewhawk and other dudes who want to join later if they want!
What: Bromance hang-outs
Where: Kurt & Blaine's place, Upper East Side
When: Sunday evening
Rating: Probably high

It had been one of those days where Blaine basically ended up sleeping most of it away after a hellishly busy week at work and Kurt wanting to get everything perfect on every single wedding invitation that led to having to stay up until all hours of the morning. Kurt let him sleep well into the morning, until he came and woke him up to make love, but then after it, Blaine was still sleepy and Kurt bounced back out of the bed like he had been given an IV of Red Bull. If it really could give you wings, Kurt would have them right now.

That was the lay of the land for most of the day. Blaine would sleep, then Kurt would be back waking him up for another round. It happened a good five times during the day, until Kurt finally crashed out cold snuggled up beside him and borderline snoring when Blaine was finally wide awake. So, he called up his best mate and now they were hanging out having a few beers and watching re-runs of Home Improvement on the TV while they ate junk food. It had been awhile since they hung out, and they put a Batcall out to some of the other guys if they wanted to come along.

As it was, the living room had boxes stacked up around it where Kurt and Blaine had been packing to move into their new apartment in a few weeks. They had been renting this place, and it did them well for five years living together, but with both having great incomes and Kurt basically Broadway Superstar now, they sealed the deal on buying their first apartment and they would move into it before they got married in eight weeks time. Blaine was both excited and exhausted... it was a crazy busy time for them. "Dude, I so needed this," he told Puck, tapping his beer bottle against his friend's with a huge grin.

Gotta love calling in security first thing because some random girl who can barely carry a tune thinks she's Broadway's next superstar, and won't leave my office.

Blaine's still asleep, but I have to come and be excited somewhere!

WE POST OUR WEDDING INVITATIONS TODAY!

Below in the comments to this thread are all our current characters and their necessary details as per the list below. Backstories are posted to the comments here in ships, unless the character is currently single. They are written in ships, due to the cross-over of the couples details in their relationships.

Sunday afternoon relaxing with the husband and daughter... Nat loves playing Twister... I feel that one day, when she's a teenager, she'll find out what her dads used to do when they played Twister, and be "OMGEW! NEVER PLAYING AGAIN!" LOL

That awesome moment when you wake up and your man made breakfast. Why does his show have to have Sunday matinees again?