Blaine quickly got back on his feet, watching his fiance (and holy shit, that was wonderful to say) flit about ranting and raving about wedding plans with an air of mild amusement. He should have been prepared for this.. weddings were kind of like crack to him. Junior year, he had singlehandedly planned his father's wedding - a beautiful event he unfortunately had to miss due to Warblers' obligations.
"Shhh," Blaine hushed him, pressing his middle and index finger to his lips this time. "It's eleven. Everything's closed, everyone's asleep." Which should have been obvious, but must have slipped Kurt's mind in his panicky state. "December is perfect. Winter is my favorite time of year. I hope we say our vows under mistletoe or something equally cheesy." He then placed both of his hands on Kurt's shoulders, forcing him the nervous ball of energy that had taken his place to stay still. "Breathe."