"Of course," Kurt agreed, nodding and pursing his lips so they'd brush against Blaine's thumb. "Of course we do.
"But," he added, getting to his feet, mind already racing in a thousand different directions. "There's so much to do first. There's at least a hundred different people to call. Dad and Carole, and the Thompsons, and Wes and Lola..." Everyone they'd ever known, pretty much. Where had he put his phone? He patted down his pockets, but nope, not there. "And then we have to talk about dates and venues. I was thinking December. What do you think? I... I mean, we can wait longer, if you want. I just thought - well." He smiled at Blaine. "I kind of want to make it official as soon as possible. And a winter wedding would be beautiful , don't you think?" Aha! There it was, on the table. He'd tossed it there in a fit of exasperation after receiving Blaine's text earlier in the evening. He scooped it up and began scrolling through his contacts list. "And we have to decide colors and caterers and floral arrangements and groomsmen and honeymoon plans and--"