"Ah, the slow dance," Joel said as he and Cameron swayed across the backyard. "It's good when someone's singing a nice, slow song." Damian and Lindsay were onstage crooning "Endless Love". "And it takes my mind off of doing away with Nick and Jeff."
"No more murderous thoughts, okay, baby?" Cameron asked, nuzzling his face against Joel's neck.
"Okay, no more murderous thoughts," Joel agreed.
"I love you, Joely," he whispered.
"I love you too," Joel replied. He looked around at everyone else dancing: Kurt and Blaine; Finn and Rachel; Brittany and Santana; Quinn and some guy Joel didn't recognize; Sugar and Artie, who was using a ReWalk; Mike and Tina; Puck and an older woman; Sam and Mercedes; Nick and Jeff; and Rory was sitting alone at a table, drinking from a bottle of rum. Joel frowned, released Cameron, and walked over.
"Hey, Rory, buddy, how you holding up?" he asked. Rory looked up at Joel, his eyes red. "Okay, not too good; in that case, no more alcohol for you." Joel pulled the bottle away from the curly-haired man. "Why don't you get out there and find someone? You can't spend the whole time moping. I will not let you be depressed at my wedding. In fact, I happen to see someone checking you out." Joel had spotted Damian looking over at Rory.
"Someone's looking at me?" Rory looked up nervously.
"Yeah, he's right over there," Joel said, motioning to Damian, who noticed them glancing and grinned. "His name's Damian and, like you, he's from Ireland. He's got the accent and everything. I think you two would be perfect. Now sober up and go talk to him."
"Thanks, Joel," he whispered. Joel patted him on the back and watched him go.
"Nice thing you did there," a voice said from behind Joel. He turned around to see Sam holding a beer.
"He needs someone," Joel said. "Poor guy, he told me Sugar ditched him at the altar."
"Yeah, pretty shitty thing to do to someone," Sam agreed. "Looks like they're hitting it off," he observed. Rory and Damian just laughed together about something.
"Hey, Joel," Nick said, walking over, hand-in-hand with Jeff. "We're sorry about earlier. We didn't mean to upset you."
"It's okay, guys. Just don't do it again, okay? Don't bring him up in my presence. Best way to stay on my good side," Joel replied.
"Thanks, Joely," Jeff said, taking a moment to hug Joel.
"Oh, okay, thank you, Jeff. Please let me go." Joel put his hands up and took a breath.
"Sorry," Jeff said sheepishly.
"Go enjoy the reception, you two," Joel ordered. "And don't either of you dare get drunk or I will have both of your asses mounted to my wall." Nick and Jeff pouted, but walked away.
"Joel, thank you so much for this," Rory said as he walked by holding hands with Damian.
"No problem," Joel called.
"Joel, we want to ask you something." Suddenly, everyone was looking at him; it was Kurt who said it.
"Um, okay, what is it?" Joel looked a little unnerved.
"What happened in jail? I mean, how was seven years in an LA prison?" Blaine asked.
"You really want to know?" Everyone nodded and sat down.
"Okay, if you insist. Let's see, the day was March first, two-thousand-fifteen…"
A/N: The story is at its end. And that last part gives me the chance to make a spin-off.