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Jeff smiled, looking into Dave’s face, “Nothing can ever ruin this. Not a thing.” He promised seriously, because there wasn’t anything on Earth that could break his attention away from Dave at the moment, and he held his hand out to watch Dave put the ring on, deciding that telling everyone was probably going to be the single-most exciting thing he’d ever done in his life. He twined his fingers through Dave’s hand, reaching up with the other one to brush softly over Dave’s cheek, “Engagement honeymoon. I can’t wait. It’s going to be so good. And hot tubs and snow and… It’ll be romantic. Dave, just… Thank you.” He murmured, stepping forward to wrap his arms around him.

“Ooh… hot tub,” Dave repeated, sure he’d heard something about that before, but having had missed it in his panic. “I feel like… this was meant to happen. For us now,” he decided, realizing he was feeling mostly calm and comfortable now that the speech giving was over. He wrapped both arms around Jeff’s waist and held him tight, looking into his face and feeling pathetically sappy as he realized he’d be able to watch his first wrinkles form. “Sooo… we can tell Nick and Finn tonight?  ’Cause… well actually… I think almost everyone but Nick knew this was happening…” he admitted, sticking out his tongue. 

“God!” Dave huffed in disappointment, genuinely upset that cake had ruined his moment. “Oh, baby…” he smiled, tossing his oven mitts down and grabbing for the ring box. “I’m so… nothing could ruin this, not even burned cake,” he decided, heart thrumming to some inaudible tune. He pulled the ring from the box and looked up at Jeff’s face, eyes locking as he smiled and grabbed for the boy’s hand, stroking it with his thumb as he held it still. “Our getaway will be like… honeymoon of the engagement, you know?” He pointed out as he slid the ring onto Jeff’s finger, flushing as he realized his hand was trembling visibly. 

Dave let the boy cry against him and knew what he was feeling. Maybe not in mirrored emotions, but the understanding was there. “This is your life, Jeff. Well actually… our life,” he promised, running his hands up and down the boy’s back. “I don’t… I mean… maybe we don’t need to be looking at weddings right now. Because… school. And I want a job. And… Finn and Jesse are really… this is their time. But… but we’re engaged. And that means this is happening. That I mean it when I say I want us to be forever. And, just… this… yes,” he finished simply, losing all words and just basking in the love his fiance was showering him with. “Basking… ba… baking. Shit… aw, shit!” He cried out, jostling Jeff and trying to drag him with him as he slid into the kitchen, opening the oven and promptly slamming it shut as the kitchen filled with thick smoke. “Aaah, fuuu… this… yep. This is your life, and I’m so sorry!” Dave laughed with wide eyes, wincing as he shut off the oven.