Kurt read the words over and over again, glancing down happily at the card on the table. The wedding had been beyond spectacular, and more importantly, the little dream wedding he envisioned for his brother and friend came true. Everything was timed perfectly; Kurt had made sure Finn didn't get too drunk the night before, so there was no hangover involved. The vows, of course, were marvelous. It was a mixture of their own words and lyrics to a song they were to dedicate to one another.

Kurt could hardly control himself as he stood beside his brother, watching these two people who have loved one another since they were mere teens, finally say I do, and kiss as man and wife.

The reception was grand, of course. White and gold all around, with different sized stars hanging all around. Very elegant, very simply, and very perfect. Kurt watched wholeheartedly as the bride and groom had their first dance. Thankfully, finding a suitable band wasn't as hard as he first pictured. Ironically someone they worked with back when ND first opened became a fairly big Jazz singer - she even had her own band. Mercedes, who was still quite close to Rachel was more than happy to perform for them.

After that, the real dance songs came on and Kurt could barely control himself. He and Blaine hopped around the floor, acting like no one could see them. After all, everyone knew music plus champagne was one of the best things about a wedding.

It was when the slow songs began to play that Kurt started getting nervous. He was able to dodge Blaine earlier, saying he had to check on this and that. Blaine didn't seem too heartbroken. He went off to dance with Rachel and Carole. Every now and then he'd get Brittany or Santana on the floor with him, and if he wasn't dancing, he was talking to David or playing around with Robbie. But now it was later into the evening and everything was set. There was nowhere to go but here.

"Hey!" Blaine walked over, smiling widely. "Guess who just requested one of the most romantic songs on the planet?"

"I'm gonna go ahead and guess . . . You?"

"Right you are my good man." Blaine leaned forward, holding his hand out. "May I have this dance?"

Kurt stalled. There were a lot of people out, and only so many out on the dance floor. They would be easily spotted. He didn't want to say no, but something deep down inside him made him nervous about dancing in public with Blaine.

"Pretty please?" Blaine asked, acting the rejection before it was thrown at him. "Just one dance. That's all I ask."

Biting his lip, Kurt reluctantly took his boyfriends hand, and allowed himself to be pulled out onto the dance floor. Blaine wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer.

Mercedes stepped up to the mic, smiling as the band began playing. "This is for all you lovers out there." Taking a deep breathe, she began singing. "Pride can stand a thousand trials,the strong will never fall. But watching stars without you, my soul cried."

Having recognized the song, Rachel smiled widely, looking up to her new husband. With that dimply half smile, Finn took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. Many more followed, including Burt and Carole and Brittany and Artie.

"Touch me deep, pure and true. Gift to me, foreeeeeeverrrrrr."

"Hey, are you alright?" Blaine asked, pulling away slightly. "You're as stiff as a board."

Kurt, who had been looking everywhere but here, shook his head. "Yes. I'm sorry. I'm just a little . . . spaced out."

"Hey, look at me." Blaine requested softly. Kurt did as asked, his eyes soft. "Forget about all these people. It's just me and you here. Okay? No one else matters." Pulling him closer, Kurt rested his head against Blaine's shoulder, despite the height difference, and closed his eyes, letting the music take him away.

David sat awkwardly as his table, swirling his half empty glass of whine around and around. On the floor were the happy couples dancing slowly, and here he was, sitting all alone like a lonely old Joe, having no one do dance with. But to his surprise, he didn't seem to be the only one left alone.

Santana sat in the corner of her table, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes went from her nails to the dance floor and back again. Loving couples dancing at a wedding; it made her sick. All she wanted to do was leave the damn place, go home, pop a pill so she could sleep, and do so until late tomorrow.

Looking up again, her eyes landed across the room on a familiar face, which seemed just as lonely as hers. Their gaze locked for some time; neither able to pull away. It seemed silly, really. To have no contact whatsoever after their break up. But then again, that's what breaking up was about. Moving on with yourself. They both planned on doing so, but it didn't work out the way they had planned.

"Where are you now? Where are you now? Cause I'm kissing you. I'm kissing you, Oooooh."

At the end of the song, many clapped and praised Mercedes for her talent. Some - like Finn and Rachel, and Kurt and Blaine - kissed, not caring who was around to see them. Others, like Santana, left for the night, and the rest, like David, sat stranded, having nowhere else to go.