Trent looked up at Jeff from his morning coffee.

'Pardon?'

The student lounge at recess was bustling full of Dalton students; some sitting at tables, others on green-leather lounges and laughter was loud and plentiful.

'I said,' continued Jeff, with a glance over at the far corner to his right. 'Blaine and Kurt are like a married couple.'

Trent followed Jeff's eyes. Leaning up against the corner wall of the student lounge were Kurt and Blaine. Blaine had one arm resting on the wall above him and Kurt. Kurt had both his hands clasped together in front of him. Both seemed deeply engrossed in each other's faces.

'I mean, they do everything together,' continued Jeff, wistfully. 'Coffee dates. Walking each other to class. But now they're actually together, and it just seems more obvious.'

Trent snorted. 'Maybe we should propose they elope, to save us from their public displays of affection.'

'Or wed them ourselves,' Jeff replied. He looked over at Trent and they started to laugh.

'Excuse me,' interjected a voice behind them. Jeff and Trent turned around. Wes sat upright in a green leather chair, glaring at them over the top of his newspaper. 'But under state law, they cannot be joined in matrimony. Firstly: they are underage. Secondly…'

'We are aware of that,' interrupted Trent, waving his hand dismissively. 'It was merely a suggestion.'

Wes sighed. 'Fine. But do not let Thad overhear you jest about this sort of thing.'

'Why not?'

'Just – don't. He takes these matters very seriously.' Wes paused. 'He has a wedding fixation'

'Do I hear mention of the word wedding?'

Thad bounded over to the three boys, seating himself on the arm rest of the lounge.

'We were saying just how much Blaine and Kurt are like a married couple,' Trent told him.

Thad was silent for a few moments, his eyes staring off into space. The other Warblers thought he had lost all ability to communicate until he opened his mouth to speak. 'We…should…wed them ourselves,' he said slowly.

'That's what I said!' replied Jeff, laughing over at Trent.

'No, we really should,' said Thad, breaking away from his reverie and now looking between Jeff, Trent and Wes, a maniacal smile forming at his lips. 'And soon, before the word spreads and they decide to change their minds. Why not make use of our fine establishment?' He pointed at Kurt and Blaine, now looking lovingly into one another's eyes. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. 'But they must not know about it. Not until I have everything planned.' He raised his hands across the front of him, as if pointing out the words of an invisible sign. 'Blaine and Kurt, husband and husband. We need to inform the other members of the council.'

Jeff and Trent sat in stunned silence. Wes snorted.

'Is that so?' he replied, raising his eyebrows mockingly, not caring to hide the sarcasm in his voice. 'In that case, we must propose a council meeting.'

'There will be no time for that!' exclaimed Thad, shooing off his suggestion with a flick of his hand.

Wes' eyes narrowed. 'Then you must have forgotten that the council comprises of three senior members, sir, not just one with a penchant for matrimonies.'

Thad rolled his eyes. 'I think the Warblers would all be in accordance with this.' He glanced behind them to a pair of students, immersed in a game of chess. 'David, will we have time for a council meeting this afternoon, despite the conclusive fact that the Warblers are keen to find a foundation in which to merge Blaine and Kurt's names together? Keeping in mind, of course, that this is a matter that requires immediate action?'

David, who was eyeing his opponent's Queen, did not move as he responded.

'No.'

'Then it is settled!' said Thad, clapping his hands in excitement. Wes sighed audibly and returned to his newspaper. 'After school today, rehearsal room. We need chairs, flowers, musical arrangements. Oh, and guests!'

'I can get out the invites!' said Jeff, raising his voice in anticipation of the idea. 'I have practically everyone worth inviting in my phone book.'

'And I can get a cake!' added Trent. 'Of course, that would involve a degree of theft from the food economics labs, but I can do it.'

'Excellent! I will gather the other Warblers,' replied Thad, rising from the lounge. He stood triumphant that his plan had started to come together. 'Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel will be married by evening! Or so help me…'