Finn was cranky.

Finn didn't understand why he had to get to the airport an hour before his flight which left at 8:30 in the morning.

It didn't help that Kurt was so cheery to be going to the airport to see him off when he wasn't even going to New York. Their personalities conflicted at the best of times, let alone at 7:30am when Kurt was bouncing around the kitchen and Finn was asleep in his bowl of cereal, milk soaking his hair.

Kurt and Blaine had helped him back his things last night; Kurt doing most of the work and taking Finn through everything he was doing so that he knew where everything had been packed. It was almost like a father packing his son's bag for his first camping trip.

Blaine had gone home that night, which had meant Finn witnessing a very heated kiss between Kurt and Blaine which he had rather not seen. Not because he was homophobic, but that was his brother now. No one wants to see their brother getting some when you had practically taken a vow of celibacy.

When Finn had been woken up early by his mother, he was surprised to see Kurt already dressed and flitting around the kitchen, chatting animatedly to Burt, who was sat at the kitchen table, looking about as alert as Finn felt.

"What are you doing up?" Finn mumbled as he slumped at the table, Carol bringing a bowl of cereal over to him. Finn would really have preferred a pillow, such was his desire to be asleep, but looking at it, the cereal really didn't look that uncomfortable, he decided, as he dropped his head into it to resume unconsciousness.

"I'm coming to see you off at the airport," Kurt said, with a grin that far too bright to be in place this early in the morning.

"Why?" Finn asked, pulling his head out of his cereal bowl and winced as he watched Kurt's smile fade.

"I thought it would be nice," Kurt said unsure. "I don't have to. And Finn, your breakfast is meant to go in your mouth, not all over your face," he berated, chucking a kitchen towel at his Neanderthal of a brother.

"NO!" Finn said quickly, taking the towel and wiping his face sheepishly. "I mean, that would be awesome dude."

"Don't call me dude," Kurt snapped, though he was smiling.

Finn scoffed down his breakfast much to the disgust of Kurt, who had wanted to replace the bowl with a fresh one, much to the protests of Finn, who insisted that this one was still perfectly good.

When they were done, they loaded Finn's bags into the car and all climbed inside. Carol took shot gun while Burt was driving, leaving Finn and Kurt in the back. Finn leaned his head against the window and started dozing, the radio playing lightly in the background. Carol and Burt were talking softly up the front and Kurt was on his phone. Finn glanced over and saw Blaine's name on the screen of Kurt's iPhone. Finn was impressed; Blaine must have woken up early so that he could talk to Kurt on the trip.

"So," Kurt said, lowering his phone and turning his body to speak to Finn. "Are you looking forward to the trip?"

"Yeah, I am," Finn replied, honestly. It was nice to talk to someone about the trip. The guys didn't really want to talk about it outside of Glee club and Finn didn't know how to bring it up with Kurt. Rachel was happy to talk animatedly about it 24/7, but she was only interested in the fame and fortune side of it, which didn't concern Finn greatly.

"What are you looking forward to most?" Kurt asked, eyes sparkling interest.

"Performing," Finn grinned. "I mean, our club has been through so much and we worked really hard." Finn looked at Kurt and saw his eyes darken slightly. "Not that you guys didn't work hard, too."

"I know what you meant." Kurt replied, shortly, though he smiled at Finn slightly to show that it was OK.

"I really want to see the sights too," Finn continued, eager to get away from that topic.

"Finn?" Kurt asked, eyes hopeful. "Will you take lots of pictures of New York, for Blaine and me?"

"Yeah, sure. I can do that," Finn nodded eagerly. He felt guilty that Kurt didn't get to go to New York with them when he really wanted to.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled appreciatively.

The car fell silent and Finn looked out the window, watching the freeway glide past. They arrived at the airport not much later and they all climbed out, Finn grabbing his bags. They walked Finn in and met up with New Directions who were waiting for everyone to arrive. So far there was Sam, Mike, Tina, Mercedes, Santana, Brittany and Puck. They greeted Kurt warmly, Brittany hugging him particularly tightly. She'd already expressed her interest in Kurt to Finn, who'd gently told her that actually, Kurt was gay. Brittany had seemed slightly disheartened, though she admitted that she still loved him anyway.

"It's good to see you," Tina gushed, hugging Kurt gently. "We've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Kurt said, truthfully; he had. "When you get back from New York, we should have coffee and you can tell me all about it."

"That sounds amazing," Mercedes grinned, pulling Kurt into a hug as well. "I'll hold you to it." Kurt chuckled and nodded.

They rest of New Directions arrived not long after and Will handed them all their tickets. "I guess this is it," Finn said, turning to Kurt and his family.

"Have fun," Carol told him, tears in her eyes. She hugged her son tightly and Finn returned the gesture, smiling. He shook hands with Burt and patted Kurt gently on the shoulder.

"I'll see you when I get back," Finn said.

"Have fun and don't forget to take pictures," Kurt smirked and Finn chuckled.

"I won't," he promised.

With that, they left and Finn turned back to the group. "He seems to be doing really well," Mercedes beamed as she watched Kurt walked away. "He's much better than I would be after what happened."

"He's had a lot of help from Blaine," Finn shrugged, "and he's really happy at the moment because they got engaged."

"WHAT?" Mercedes screeched and everyone turned to stare at Finn, eyes wide with shock.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?" Rachel questioned, eyes wide.

"What?" Finn asked, confused.

"Did you just say they got engaged?" Quinn asked, a hint of envy in her tone. It was official; Kurt Hummel now had everything she'd ever wanted.

"Oh yeah," Finn grinned, "It happened the other day. Kurt asked me to be one of his best men, which is totally awesome!"

"What did your parents say?" Tina gasped. She and Mike were one of the strongest couples in New Directions but there were nowhere near thinking about marriage. They hadn't even had sex yet.

"They were really happy," Finn replied. "Burt said they had to wait until after graduation but they intended to so anyway."

"Married," Rachel breathed, "But they're so young! I'm not going to get married until my career is well and truly on its way." Finn made a mental note to store this information away for future use.

"Married," Mike echoed, bewildered, glancing at Tina.

"Oh please," Santana scoffed. "It should hardly come to you as a surprise. You saw them at the wedding and the Garglers said they'd already picked rings out."

"Warblers," Mercedes, Rachel, Finn and Tina all corrected, simultaneously.

"But they're still in school," Puck pointed out.

"So what?" Santana retorted. "They found who they want to be with. I say good for them; they should totally get married. What we should all be focussing on is the wedding night, now that will be wanky."

"Dolphins deserve happiness, too," Brittany interjected solemnly and everyone just blinked at her.

"We're not saying they don't," Rachel replied, quickly. "Just that it's a bit too soon."

"I think it's a great idea," Finn said. "I mean, they love each other and having lived with them after the attack, I can see that they're the real deal."

"For once," Santana started, looking surprised. "I agree with what you say, Frankenteen. Well done." Finn frowned but didn't comment. He didn't want to start a fight before they left. Will started herding them through security and to the lounge where they would be boarding their flight.

"Married," Rachel sighed, sitting next to Finn. They were sitting so close that their knees were touching and Finn cheered inwardly.

"Yeah, Kurt's really happy," Finn grinned. "It's nice to see that. He's been so miserable, especially when Blaine isn't around."

"After everything he went through it understandable," Rachel sniffed.

"Yeah," Finn agreed. The topic of the wedding was forgotten as their flight was called for boarding.

"Sit with me?" Rachel asked shyly.

"Yeah, I'd love to," Finn agreed, happily. Progress, Finn thought as he followed Rachel onto the plane. Now he just needed to ask her out on a date, maybe in New York, at a fancy restaurant or something. He'd totally have to text Kurt and ask his advice.

Burt drove Carol and Kurt back to the house. Blaine was waiting on the front veranda, reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. He dropped the book instantly as Kurt came sauntering up to him.

"Hey you," Blaine grinned, allowing Kurt to tug him to his feet and into a hug.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked. "Were you waiting long?"

"Nah, not really," Blaine told him, which was a lie. He'd been there for an hour, but he didn't mind. "I wanted to see you. It is the weekend, after all. And I wanted to see my fianc�."

"Come on," Kurt beamed and led Blaine into the house. He took Blaine upstairs and to his room. Ever since the trial, Kurt had felt more comfortable in his room and even safer when Blaine was with him.

"Did Finn get off OK?" Blaine asked as Kurt sat down on the bed.

"Yeah. I saw New Directions too," Kurt said, lying back on the bed, watching Blaine crawl towards him.

"How did that go?" Blaine asked, lying down beside Kurt and linking their fingers together.

"Good. I promised Tina and Mercedes I would catch up with them when they got back," Kurt told him, turning on his side to face Blaine.

"Are you ready for that?" Blaine asked, concern in his eyes.

"I think so," Kurt decided. "I think I should at least try."

Blaine grinned proudly and pressed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt hummed happily and allowed Blaine to deepen the kiss. Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled Kurt closer, so they were flush against each other, legs tangled. Blaine pulled back and smiled at Kurt. "So, I might just have a tiny little surprise for you."

Kurt frowned. "What is it?"

"I know you're bummed that you didn't get to go to New York," Blaine explained, "and I am, too." Kurt gently traced a finger down Blaine's cheekbone, curious as to where this was going. "So, I talked my dad and he said that we shouldn't miss out either so he got us two tickets to New York and to Nationals," Blaine finished, grinning.

Kurt eyes grew wide and he shot up, staring down at Blaine who looked far too smug. "NO!" Kurt gasped, shocked.

"Yes," Blaine countered, chuckling slightly at Kurt's reaction.

Kurt squealed loudly and tackled Blaine, hugging him tightly and showering him with kisses. Blaine laughed and hugged him back tightly. "We're going to New York," Kurt breathed.

Blaine beamed and Kurt squealed again, pushing away from Blaine and shooting off the bed.

"I have to pack!" Kurt cried, practically climbing into his wardrobe in his haste and excitement.

Blaine chuckled, sitting up on the edge on the bed as his watched his fianc� start looking frantically through his wardrobe. Kurt threw a look over his shoulder at Blaine. "Don't you need to pack?"

"Already have," Blaine smiled softly. "I knew that you would need help so I got all mine out of the way."

"I wish you had told me sooner," Kurt grumbled, turning back to his wardrobe.

Blaine stood and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, feeling his boyfriend relax into him. "Now where would the fun be in that?" Blaine hummed, gently nipping Kurt's ear, loving the shiver that ran through Kurt's body. He'd never get tired of making Kurt feel every bit as amazing as Blaine felt when he was around Kurt.