When Nick walked into the loft bathroom the next morning, Cece was standing at the far sink by the wall. She smiled at him in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his hair sleepily and made his way to the sink next to hers.

"Hey, Nick."

He raised his hand and gave a quick wave. "Hey."

"Is Jess awake? We're supposed to go look at dresses this morning."

Nick nodded, tugging at the back of his neck in an attempt to wake himself up. "Yeah, yeah she's getting ready now." He reached out and gave her a small pat on the shoulder. "Hey, congratulations by the way. So, you and Schmidt...getting married."

She smiled and leaned her hip against the sink as she turned toward him, twisting her hairbrush in her hands. "Yeah. I guess sometimes things just come together, you know?"

"Yeah." He smiled again. "I'm really happy for you, Cece."

Cece crossed her arms in front of her chest and narrowed her eyes, quickly changing the subject. "So, you and Jess. One year, huh?"

A smiled crept across his face as he nodded slowly, lost in thought. He let out a small laugh. "Who would have thought, right?" He glanced at Cece in the mirror and immediately started to feel uncomfortable. He knew she had something on her mind, and he wasn't looking forward to hearing just what it was she had to say.

"I've never seen Jess like this before. I mean, with a guy. You're serious about all this, right?" She pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side as her eyes studied him closely.

Nick cleared his throat and leaned his hands on the cold white porcelain of the sink. "Not sure what you're getting at, but..."

Cece's eyes softened for a moment, not wanting to make Nick so uncomfortable that he would shut down the conversation. "I think you know what I mean, Miller."

"Look," he turned to her to look her in the eye. "I love her, and we want to do this right. Not rush things, it's not our style." As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how it might have sounded to a person preparing to elope in Vegas in only 3 days, with a man she had only recently gotten back together. He cringed, waiting for the wrath of his girlfriend's best friend to rein down on him. To his surprise though, Cece seemed a little taken aback by his comment, her shoulders slumping.

Cece's voice got softer. "You think we're rushing this, don't you?"

Nick held up his hands, nervously shaking his head. "That's not want I meant. I think...I mean, Jess and I..." He took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "You two are our best friends, and if this is what you want, we're gonna be there to support ya." Cece slowly started to nod, a small, pleased smile forming across her lips. "But, if you start comparing this wedding with Schmidt to me and Jess..." His voice trailed off as Cece slowly nodded.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Cece turned to leave. She placed a hand on Nick's shoulder as he turned toward the mirror. "You know, you're exactly what she needs, Nick. Make sure you stay out of your own head long enough to let yourself realize that."

Nick's eyes darted to the mirror, as he watched Cece disappear through the swinging door. Alone with his thoughts he stared at his reflection.

Exactly what she needs.

Maybe someday he'd finally be able to believe that were true.