A/N: Hey, guys, and welcome to the third entry in The Kurtbastian Trilogy. Here we have Kurt's answer to Sebastian's proposal and the induction of a familiar new Warbler. I swear, I tried to keep the song count down in this, but now it's so hard, because I have a certain lack of detail writing.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?" Sebastian asked, looking up at his boyfriend, who was frozen.

"You-you're serious?" Kurt stammered, trying to breathe as to calm his racing heartbeat.

"I've never been more serious in my life," Sebastian breathed. "Please, Kurt?"

Kurt took a deep breath and bit his lip, mulling the possibilities over. "Hm…

"Love you or leave you

Made my choice, so believe it

I love you

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

"I do. Yes, Seb, yes!" Sebastian grinned, got up, and hugged Kurt.

"I love you so much, Kurt," Sebastian whispered, nuzzling his boyfriend-now-fiancé's neck. The two fell back against the bedcovers and kissed.

"I love you too, Seb. It's you and me forever."

Kurt walked into Dalton the next morning, feeling so upbeat and joyful that even Nick and Jeff's antics couldn't set him off. He strolled down the main corridor towards the rehearsal room, where he could hear chatting from within.

"Good morning, everybody!" he said, opening the door. The Warblers were silent, never having seen Kurt this happy. "And how are we this morning?"

"Kurt…?" Jeff got up and slowly approached the brunet. "Are you okay?"

"I'm better than okay. I'm so effing happy that even I can't believe it!"

"Did you and Seb have sex?" Nick asked. Jeff shot a glare at his boyfriend.

"No, Nicholas, even better." Kurt looked sly.

"What's better than sex?"

"This." Kurt flashed his ring and everyone gasped.

"Sebastian proposed?!" Everyone asked at once.

Kurt nodded. "And I said yes!" The boys crowded around Kurt, hugging and congratulating him.

"When's the wedding?" Louis quipped.

"It will be after I help you boys win Nationals," Kurt replied.

"And how can you ensure that we do win Nationals?" Hunter asked. "Vocal Adrenaline is our opponent. They always win."

"Always, you say? Do mine ears deceive me? Have we already forgotten that sitting in front of you right now is a member of last year's Nationals champs?" Kurt turned to Hunter and smirked. "Besides," he added in a whisper, "do we want the boys to know how susceptible Hunter Clarington really is?" Hunter looked at Kurt, his green eyes fighting glasz.

"You wouldn't," Hunter hissed. Kurt simply raised an eyebrow, still smirking.

"I think someone who hasn't sung in a competition should get a solo," Louis called out.

"Who? You, Herlihy? You know why you became a Warbler? It's because I felt sorry for you," Hunter drawled.

"Excuse me?! Did you not see the rave reviews for Les Miz? Sebastian wasn't the only one getting all the fucking praise. They said, and I quote "Louis Herlihy plays Javert magnificently and could become a potential Tony winner in the future." Suck on that, Clarington!"

"You people argue so much. What is wrong with you?" Sebastian asked, walking into the room.

"Seb!" Nick and Jeff got on him the second he set foot over the threshold. "We can't believe you proposed to Kurt! Let the Warblers sing at the wedding!"

"It's already taken care of," Sebastian smiled.

"Shouldn't we be picking songs for Nationals?" Kyle piped up.

"And we're taking the Rachel Berry route why?" Kurt scoffed. "Kyle, Nationals are in two months. We're going to win; I can promise you boys that."

"Is this the Warbler rehearsal room?" Kurt looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. At the door was an old face matched into a Dalton blazer

"Rory?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, what are ya doin' here?" Rory asked, looking confused.

"I work here," Kurt replied, still surprised by the Irish boy's appearance. "What about you?"

"I got another VISA and decided to come here since McKinley was so rough," Rory explained.

"Well, you've come to the right place then," Kurt said with a smile. "Rory, this group of bickering twits are the Warblers. Warblers, this is Rory Flanagan, who is so talented even I was jealous of him and his falsetto."

"You were jealous?" Rory looked at Kurt, wide-eyed.

"Yes, Rory, I was jealous. When you sang "Take Care of Yourself"… Anyway, we're past that now and we can move on."

"Welcome to Dalton, Rory. I'm sure you'll find it more satisfactory than McKinley." Sebastian shook the boy's hand and Rory looked at him in awe.

"Didn't ya throw that slushie at Blaine last year?" Sebastian opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Kurt chuckled and stepped in.

"Yes, Rory, he did, but like I said about my jealousy, we're past it."

"How's Blaine?" was Rory's next question. Kurt cleared his throat and looked at the floor.

"He's fine, I think. We broke up and I'm with Sebastian now," Kurt tried to keep his voice from cracking. "You came right in time, Rory. We're going to Nationals."

"He still has to audition, no matter what you have to say about his talent," Hunter said. Kurt led Rory into the room and handed him the iPod the Warblers shared, loaded with all the music they split between themselves.

"Pick your song, Ror, and I know you'll kill it," Kurt said. Rory scanned the iPod and grinned when he found a song. He put the device into the speaker set.

"Would you like to swing on a star?

Carry moonbeams home in a jar

And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long, funny ears

He kicks up at anything he hears

His back is brawny and his brain is weak

He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak

And, by the way, if you hate to go to school

You may grow up to be a mule

"Would you like to swing on a star?

Carry moonbeams home in a jar

And be better off than you are

Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face

His shoes are a terrible disgrace

He ain't got no manner when he eats his food

He's fat and lazy and extremely rude

But if you don't care a feather or a fig

You may grow up to be a pig."

The Warblers laughed and cheered. Rory was beaming as he finished. Kurt smiled and clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What do you think, guys? All in favor?" Every hand in the room shot up. "Congratulations, Warbler Rory."

Songs featured:

"I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do" (ABBA) - Kurt

"Swinging on a Star" (Frank Sinatra) - Rory