"...Yes."
Kurt jumped up, a smile on his face. The rest of the gang- you know the drill, except Puck- clapped joyfully. "I'm happy for you two!" Finn cooed, patting Blaine on the shoulder.
Rachel pulled Kurt away and wrapped him in a hug. "I'm gonna be your BEST WOMAN, right?" She winked.
Kurt shrugged. "Sure. Yeah. I'll let-"
Blaine pulled Kurt away and smacked his lips against Kurt's. Rachel crossed her hands over her heart. It was such a warm, happy moment.
Kurt pulled away and whispered, "I love you."
Blaine pecked him on the lips. "I love you too, Kurt."
Kurt chuckled. "We're gonna be married! Wow!"
"This is fantastic!" Mercedes cooed, hugging them both. "I couldn't be happier for you two."
"What a great night," said Finn. "I'm happy we came."
"We're getting some of that pizza for the road, right?" said Rachel, grabbing Finn's hand. "I can't go on without another piece."
Finn chuckled and pecked her lips. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want."
"Hey!" Kurt cooed. "We can-"
His phone went off again. He rolled his eyes and answered it. "Yeah, Dad? What? No, no! We're coming! We're coming! Okay, bye!" He put his phone away. "He's giving us until morning to get back to Lima."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "He's such a party pooper."
"Well, let's get going before Bruno Mars and Criss Colfer here screw on the bed," said Puck.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I take offense to that."
"Yeah," Blaine agreed. "And Bruno Mars isn't gay..."
Puck shrugged. "That's your opinion against mine, and mine always overrules." He smiled at them, but it wasn't his usual jerk smile... it was a happy smile. "And I guess... I'm happy for you. But just a little. And I won't promise I'll be at your wedding, but-"
He couldn't finish, for Blaine and Kurt squeezed him into a tight, friendly hug. "WE LOVE YOU!" they cooed.
Puck rolled his eyes and threatened, "Let go of me or this knife in my pocket will cut off both your-"
"Okay!"
THE END