The first person to find out, oddly enough, is Ricky. The only person Alec really wants to tell is his mom, but telling her that he and Kiera eloped after the fact is a safer move. Keeping it a secret until then is going to be a challenge, though.
There aren't a lot of people in his life that he cares about enough to share this with. His roommates ordinarily would not top the list, but it occurs to him that he has to let them know he'll be moving out. So when he runs into Ricky in the kitchen the morning after he semi-accidentally proposed, he broaches the subject.
"Hey man," he begins awkwardly, pretending he doesn't know that the milk Ricky's pulling out of the fridge is at least a week past its sell-by date. "Can I ask you about something?"
"Alec! Good night last night? Didn't hear you come in till this morning, so it must have been a good one," Ricky teases.
"Yeah, it was… you have no idea. Listen," Alec says, folding and unfolding his fingers nervously, "how much warning would you expect me to give before moving out?"
"That depends, I guess. You're in luck, though; my cousin's been talking about moving to the city for months, and he's been asking me when something here might open up, so if you're planning to leave, we'd already have someone lined up to cover the rent." He takes a bite out of a very stale bagel. "Why, you thinking of moving in with your girlfriend?"
"Fiancée, now, actually. We're, uh, we're engaged."
Ricky's eyes widen. "That's a big step, my dude," he says around a mouthful of bagel. "Like, the biggest. You sure you're ready for that already?"
Alec resists the urge to roll his eyes. What he wants to say is: No offense, but do you really think we are anywhere near close enough to be having this conversation right now? What actually comes out of his mouth, is, "Thanks for the concern, but that's really more between me and Kiera." Well, he tried.
"Right, cool. Well, I'd say you're good to finish out the month and then go, if that's what you want. Whatever works for you. I'll call Dylan today and let him know there's a space for him." As if this conversation weren't already uncomfortably intimate enough, Ricky claps Alec on the back. "Congrats, Alec. And good luck in your new life and all of that."
Asking Carlos for his blessing/involvement/whatever isn't nearly as anxiety-inducing as Alec was expecting. In his entire life, he's never come across someone as chill and nonjudgmental as Carlos Fonnegra.
"So let me get this straight," Carlos says around a bite of chicken sandwich. He's sitting across from the two of them in a booth at a diner near the station. "You want me to, what, perform your clandestine wedding ceremony? I'm not a minister, guys. Not even kind of."
"It doesn't have to be legit," Alec explains. "You'd be more of a witness, really. Maybe lead some vows or something. It's more symbolic than anything else."
"We want someone there other than just us," Kiera adds. "For reasons I think you understand now, we can't afford to have anyone look too closely. We'll tell everyone we eloped, and hopefully that won't raise too many questions. But we want this to be a promise we make in front of someone, at least, and I'd really like for you to be involved. Please, just… say you'll consider it."
"Are you kidding? Of course I'm in! This is going to be great. Kind of weirdly shady, as weddings go, but great. I'm happy for you guys. Kiera, it's good to see you putting down roots and finally doing something to ensure your own happiness. Alec…" Carlos winks. "Way to nail that down, my man."
Alec feels himself blush slightly. It's still sinking in that Kiera is going to be his wife. It doesn't seem possible. No one gets to be this fortunate, least of all people whose decisions make or break the fate of the world.
"Thank you, Carlos," he says sincerely. "It means a lot to me – us – to have you there."
"Absolutely. So when are we doing this thing?"
"As long as you're available, we were planning on three weeks from today," Kiera answers.
Carlos raises an eyebrow and leans back from the table a bit. "Okay, okay. Wow," he says slowly, clearly trying to absorb all of this. The poor guy has had a lot to process lately, what with learning his friend and partner is actually from 60-some years in the future, and sometimes it's the little things that throw him for a loop. "That seems a little sudden, don't you think?"
"You can blame Kiera for that one. I'm sure this will come as such a shock to you, but once she gets an idea in her head, she wants it to happen yesterday. We'd probably be getting married tomorrow if she had her way—" he slips his hand into hers – "but there are still a few details to iron out."
With a shake of his head, Carlos exhales and then grins. "Okie dokie. Let's get you two crazy kids married."