JUSTIN'S POV

I knew Brian was full of surprises, but this—this was beyond my wildest dreams. What—what was going on? Did—did I see Michael handing Brian the microphone? When—when had he learned to sing?

When he started, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry—it wasn't that he was that bad—he was actually quite good! But the song—the song took me back to my prom—it was "Save the Last Dance for Me"! Those were good times, I knew—at least before—I didn't even want to think about—him.

"Hey, Sunshine!" I heard him call out. Then he reached for me, and we started dancing—dancing like we'd never danced before!

I had to admit—I was worried about my legs. How were they holding up? But amazingly enough, they seemed to be getting better!

When we released, I realized he still had the microphone in his hand. He drew me close to him, and softly sang,

"But don't forget who's taking you home,

And in whose arms you're gonna be.

So, Sunshine, save the last dance for me."

When he stopped, I felt my legs buckle under, and I started to fall. But Brian just laughed, and pulled me back up. "Just goes to show," I laughed, throwing an arm around Brian and kissing him on the lips, "that Brian Kinney can still leave me weak at the knees!"

We all laughed, and Brian just drew me close as he kissed me tenderly. "I never thought I'd say this," he said, grinning, "but Justin Kinney can still leave me weak at the knees, too!"

Later that night, when everything had been torn down and everyone had left, I threw an arm around Brian and said, "I'm tired—let's go to bed."

Brian just nodded, and—looped an arm through my folded-up walker. As we ascended the stairs, he looked at me—and what I saw just melted my heart. This is my Sunshine—my prince, he seemed to be saying, and I really would give him anything—do anything—and be anything—to make him happy.

I just smiled, for I knew—I would say the same thing about him.

When we reached the bedroom, I noticed Brian bending over one side of the headboard. What—what was he doing?

Then, as a soft glow filled the room, I knew—a small cluster of candles I'd missed before had been added.

"Did we miss another wedding gift?" I wondered. All the work our friends had put into renovating Britin Manor was a dream come true in itself!

"Yes," Brian said, as clothes became a memory. "The candles—they're from me—for my Prince."