CHAPTER ONE: Little Chaple By the Sea

"I will have none of it," Burt rose from the desk in his study. "My son will not be wed to some penniless sailor and live in squalor for the rest of his life. You will marry who I tell you to marry, young man, end of discussion."

"But Papa, Blaine is not just some sailor; he is a captain in Her Majesty's Royal Navy!" Kurt was on the verge of tears. He couldn't believe that his doting father would reject his chosen suitor. 

"The House of Anderson may have lost their influence at court, but Blaine is still a Lord, he is noble and kind –"

"A gentleman who has to earn his keep?" Burt dismissed. Kurt let out a dry choke, and Burt immediately sat down next to his son on the fainting couch, looking a little guilty. 

"Kurt, I only want what is best for you. You know that when I pass, the Hummel-Hudson estate will go to Finn. He is the eldest and my marriage to Carol guarantees him that right. Now, I know Sandy Ryerson may have some years on you, but he is a wealthy landowner who will be able to support you in the lifestyle you've been accustomed to all your life."

"I would rather die than be wed to Sandy Ryerson!" Kurt sobbed. "I love Blaine!"

"It is not up to you," Burt stated. "Mr. Ryerson will be joining us for supper tonight and I expect you to be present and on your best behavior."

Kurt hid his face in his hands and ran out of the study, nearly bumping into Finn, who was standing right outside the door.

Finn turned to run after Kurt, but Burt called out to him. "Finn, let him be. Give him some time alone, he'll come to his senses."

"I'm not so sure about that," Finn replied. "I've never seen Kurt so determined before. I mean, he's been infatuated with a couple of his suitors in the past, but I think Lord Anderson may be different."

"Your brother is stubborn, just like his mother," Burt sighed. "I have nothing against Lord Anderson. In fact, I admire that he's joined the service. But you can't eat your title. Kurt has never had to lift a finger for anything in his life. He has no idea what it is like to live below his means, to live by other's leave. And I'll be damned before I see him suffer such indignity."

Finn bowed his head, "This is all because of me. If it weren’t for me, then Kurt would be free to marry whoever he chooses."

"Don't beat yourself up, Finn," Burt placed a hand on Finn's shoulder. "You are my son and you have been nothing but a good brother to Kurt."

"But why not just let Kurt stay with us for as long as he wants? Why marry him off so quickly?" Fin asked.

"By this time next year you will be married to Quinn," Burt explained. "Now, I know Quinn is a nice girl, but she is going to be the future mistress of this household. If I marry Kurt off now, I will be able to give him a lavish wedding and a decent dowry. But if I wait, the Fabray family might have reservations about sending your brother off in such style."

"Actually, Burt, that's what I'm here to talk with you about." Finn had an uneasy expression on his face. "About me and Quinn, that is. I'm not sure... I mean, she is the most beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on, but sometimes it just… I don’t know how to describe it. It just doesn't feel right."

"Nonsense!" Burt patted Finn on the back, chuckling. "You two were just engaged but a month ago. It's normal to have some jitters. Quinn will make a wonderful wife to you. That girl has a good head on her shoulders; she will make a fine mistress of the household."

"I know, but…."

"Now go and get ready for supper," Burt gently nudged Finn out of his study. "And remember to keep an eye on your brother. We don't want him kicking Ryerson under the table again."

Kurt huffed and puffed as he sat across the dinner table from Sandy.If he mentions how many indentured servants he has again I am going to stab my eye with a fork, Kurt thought as he let out all of his anger at the roast on his plate. Plus Finn was watching him like a hawk. Every time Kurt shifted in his seat Finn would jump to steady Sandy's chair. So what if last time I kicked his chair so hard it tipped over with him in it? Kurt glared at Finn, who looked guiltily away.

After dinner, Carol insisted that Kurt and Sandy take a stroll in the garden together. "Go and show off your rosy little cheeks," Carol insisted as she gently pushed Kurt out the door. "The ones on your face, dear, at least before you are properly wed!"

Kurt could only roll his eyes.

So that's how Kurt Hummel and Sandy Ryerson ended up waking in silence along the garden path, with Burt and Carol far enough behind them. "It is only proper for a young gentleman in waiting to be chaperoned when being called on by his suitor", Burt had explained. But Kurt knows it's just to make sure he doesn't bash the said suitor over the head with a big stick.

"… and of course I will be giving you an allowance each week, because nothing would please me more to see your little tush wrapped in the finest fabrics…" Sandy was droning on and on, and Kurt was barely paying any attention. "And you will certainly be allowed to visit your family once a week and you have my permission to enjoy afternoon tea with your friends when not attending to me…"

"Uh huh…" Kurt made some noise to appease Sandy as he daydreamed about what Blaine and his crew are up to right now. The entire fleet is currently docked at port, getting ready to set sail in a day.

"And then there is the matter of your duties," Sandy was eyeing Kurt up and down lecherously. "Now I am a man in my prime and in good health, so without a doubt I have needs…"

"Ugh, what needs?" The fact that Sandy wasn't even hiding his leering brought Kurt's attention back to the garden. 

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked uncomfortably.

"When we are wed, I will expect you to service me at least once a day," Sandy explained in the most matter-of-fact manner. "Now I know I might tire you out the night before, me being such a beast and all. So I always want you to be honest with me. If you are sore, we can always try other methods, like using your mouth, between your legs, or your hands. Oh, and sometimes I can get off by just watching you touch…"

"EXCUSE ME?" Kurt stared at Sandy wide eyed. His jaw dropped as Sandy continued on about the various methods Kurt can pleasure him. 

"Okay, stop." Kurt finally held up a hand to cease the garbage that was coming out of that man's mouth.

"If you think you will ever have a shot at touching any of this gloriousness," Kurt cocked his chin as his finger drew a circle around his torso, "Then you must be the most delusional person on the planet, because I would rather go try my luck with a toad than be married to you, Sandy Ryerson!"

With that Kurt took off and ran back toward the manner, up the winding stairs to his Victorian chic room and flung himself in a sobbing heap on his bed.

"This is so unfair!" Kurt buried his face in the lace pillow and let the tears flow. "Blaine, I miss you so much…"

Kurt first met Blaine at the annual township masquerade ball. In their conservative society, dances are one of the few rare opportunities for eligible singles to properly meet and greet. For a while Kurt was finding them quite boring. Being crowned "Belle of the Ball" at every dance kind of loses its luster after a while, even if Kurt did enjoy watching the young ladies in puffy skirts try to shoot daggers at him from their eyes. Hey it's not my fault I know how to strut my stuff. Kurt always knew he has a natural ability to get men to bend over backwards for him. A side glance or a flicker of the wrist is all it takes and in no time, he can get them to eat out of his hand.

On that fateful day, Kurt was hiding in the garden trying to avoid the lustful advances of his suitors when he noticed people running toward the main hall. 

"Hey, where is everyone going?" Kurt asked a young dapper gentleman in a navy blue uniform who just so happened to pass by him.

The young man turned toward him, and all Kurt could see were two of the most beautiful hazel eyes. "The officers of the Warbler are going to give an impromptu performance," he replied.

"The Warbler?"

"Yeah, it's the fastest and most powerful ship in Her Majesty's Royal Navy," The young man beamed his brightest smile. "They are docked at port for a couple of days for supplies, so all the officers are attending the ball today. They love giving impromptu performances. Come, I'll take you there!"

Lord Blaine Anderson, Captain of the Warbler, grabbed Kurt Hummel's hand and nothing has been the same for Kurt ever since. Blaine had gone off for two tours out to sea since they met, and each day being away from Blaine would make Kurt's heart hurt more and more.

"Kurt?"

Finn's voice brought Kurt back to the present, where he is curled up on his bed, shoulders convulsing from his sobs.

"Go away, Finn."

"Are you alright?" A large hand gently laid on Kurt's shoulder. Finn may not be the brightest pebble on the block, but he is always a good brother.

"Oh Finn, I don't want to marry Sandy Ryerson," Kurt kept crying.

"I know, I know, Kurt," Finn replied. "It's all my fault, I am so sorry."

"And I want to see Blaine so bad," Kurt kept sobbing into his pillow. "I just really want to see him right now, Finn…"

Finn knotted his brow. "But the Warbler is supposed to set sail tomorrow. And god knows how long their tour is going to be."

Kurt suddenly looked up from his curled up position. That's right, the Warbler is still docked at port, meaning Blaine is still within a reachable distance.

"Finn!" Kurt jumped up on his bed, nearly knocking Finn backwards. "I am going down to the Navel Barracks right now!"

"What? Are you crazy?" Finn looked out to the darkened sky outside the window. "It's dusk, how are you going to get there? Burt will never allow it."

"Papa won't know, and I'll take the carriage," Kurt already got up and was fishing out his tightest breeches and most silky stockings. "Don't worry, Finn, I'll be back before dawn. No one will ever know!"

"No! Kurt, that's too dangerous!" Finn has never heard of such brazen behavior. "And it's totally unsafe for you to go down there by yourself in this time of the day. That place is crawling with unsavory characters."

"I'll be fine, Finn, I know how to handle myself."

Finn knows once Kurt's mind is made up, there is nothing he can do to stop it.

"Fine, if you are going to go down there, then I'll have to come with you."

"What?" Kurt almost dropped his lace neck-tie on the floor. "Finn, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Yes," Finn's stiffened his back to try to look more like a big brother. "If you are going to sneak out then the only thing I can do is to come with you to make sure you are okay."

"Oh Finn," Kurt seemed genuinely touched. "That's so sweet… Oh, and since you are coming, you can drive the carriage."

"Um, what?"

"What what? Do you honestly expect me to be the one whipping the horses and exposed to the elements, in this fabulous outfit?" Kurt rolled his eyes as he continued to fix his hair before the mirror.

"Now go fetch the horses and set up the carriage, I'll sneak down to the stable to meet you in a few minutes."

"Oh, okay," Finn shuffled out of the room as he was told, still holding that perplexed look on his face.

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.

The crew of the Warbler was not hard to locate. The minute Finn and Kurt pulled onto barrack row they could hear singsongs emanating from a dimly lit tavern down the muddy street. When Kurt and Finn walked into the room, Blaine was giving his best rendition of Misery, with his mates swaying behind him in perfect harmony.

Your salty skin and how it mixes in with mine

The way it feels to be completely intertwined

Not that I didn't care, it's that I didn't know

It's not that I didn't feel, it's that I didn't show

Blaine's face lit up when he saw Kurt walking into the tavern. He immediately ran toward the boy and picked him up to twirl him around. Blaine's laughter could be heard reverberating throughout the crowded room.

"Blaine! Put me down!" Kurt scolded at the overwhelming display of affection, but the twinkle in his eyes couldn't hide his happiness.

"Blaine, you remember my brother, Finn," Kurt said after Blaine set him down.

"Of course!" Blaine reached for Finn's hand, which the latter shook.

"Lord Anderson," Finn said courteously.

"Please, call me Blaine!" Blaine patted Finn on the back and started to introduce him to his crew, which approached the boys to welcome them.

"Finn, this is Wes Montgomery, Her Majesty's Special Envoy, and David Thompson of the East India Company. They will be traveling with us to Bombay. Also, these are my second officers, Jeff, Nick, Thad, and Trent. You've probably seen them around town the past few days."

"Of course," Finn greeted the group. "It's very nice meeting you all."

"Oh, I bet you haven't met Rachel Berry. She was on assignment and just joined us yesterday," Blaine presented a petite brunet in full swashbuckler outfit complete with a seafarer hat. "Rachel is my First Mate, one of the finest sailors this side of the Seven Seas and our resident marksman."

"Resident markswoman," Rachel corrected as she shook Finn's hand. "And the next in line to captain the Warbler, as soon as Blaine makes Commander. I am the only candidate in the officer pool who can match him in both voice and skill."

"Ugh, okay," Finn felt a little shy at Rachel's candidness.

"A round of drinks on me!" Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's slim waist to hold the object of his affection close and raised his arm to celebrate the moment.

As Finn and the crew of the Warbler went to gather their drinks, Blaine led Kurt to sit in a secluded corner of the tavern bar.

"You do not know how happy I am to see you!" Blaine raised Kurt's hands and covered them with light kisses. "I was just wondering what I wouldn't do to see you one more time before we sail off tomorrow…."

But Kurt didn't answer, and when Blaine looked up, he was alarmed by the tears floating in the boy's large glaze eyes.

"Kurt! What's wrong?"

"Oh Blaine, it's terrible," Kurt covered his face with his hands. "My father wants to marry me off to this horrible man, it's just terrible!"

"What?" Blaine's blood ran cold. The thought of Kurt in the arms of another man was enough to plunge Lord Anderson into full fledge panic. "No, that can't be, what... what about us?"

"My father thinks you are just a fling, that you'll forget me the minute you sail off to god-knows-where," Kurt sobbed.

"Kurt, you know that is not true," Blaine had a pained expression as he reached to draw Kurt close to him. "I have pledged my heart to you. I am crazy about you, and I would die for you a million times over. Kurt, please believe me."

"I believe you," Kurt laid his head down on his beloved's shoulder. "But what can we do? I must do my father's bidding. When you are off in your adventures I'll be forced to marry the man I despise."

"I will go speak with your father," Blaine held Kurt's arms to face the boy, hazel eyes glistened with determination. "I will ask his permission for your hand in marriage. Kurt, I know I am not a wealthy person but after this tour, I will return with enough commission to give you the proper wedding you deserve. I promise."

"My father won't agree to it," Kurt wiped a tear away from his eyes. "He wants to marry me off as soon as possible."

"But Kurt, I love you, and I know you love me," Blaine reached to place a chaste kiss on the trembling lips.

"There is only one thing we can do," Kurt kissed back. "We need to get married tonight."

"Ugh, what?" Blaine snapped his head back so quickly he thought he heard a crack. "Without your father's permission?"

"Yes, Blaine. We won't tell anyone, at least not until you get back from your trip. But if my father forces me to marry, I can just tell him we've already been properly wed! That way there is nothing he can do but let me wait for your return so we can have a full wedding," Kurt was practically leaping out of his chair as he narrated his master plan.

When Kurt noticed Blaine's silence, his face dropped. "You don't want to marry me, Blaine?"

"What! No, I mean, yes, of course I want to marry you!" Blaine quickly interjected. "It's just… how are we going to get married this time of the evening? I mean, I set sail tomorrow…"

"Oh don't worry; I've thought the whole thing through on my way here. There is this little church down by the sea and the padre will do anything for a pint of ale. We can go down there right now and have him officiate our union."

"Ugh… and the witnesses?"

"Finn will represent my family, and you… well just bring one of your officers or bring them all, I don't care."

"Kurt, are you sure you want to do this?" Blaine furrowed his brows as he faced his beloved.

"Yes," Kurt returned Blaine's gaze. "Lord Blaine Anderson, will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will marry you Kurt Hummel." Blaine held Kurt's hand and kissed his palm tenderly. God knows he has never been able to say no to the boy before him.

"Wait, wait a minute," Finn Hudson said weakly as he tried to rise from the shabby benches in the run-down chapel. "I think I should be objecting here…"

Just a few steps up the alter, Kurt Hummel and Lord Blaine Anderson were holding hands before a red nosed padre decked in a dirty brown robe. Finn just knew this doesn't look right. After all, shouldn't Carol and Burt be here for their son's marriage ceremony?

"If anyone has any reason to object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace," The padre recited.

"I... argh!" Before Finn could stand up multiple hands from everywhere pulled him smack down on the floor. 

"Help!" Finn croaked as he thought he was being consumed by Hell itself.

"Oh shut it big boy," A dainty hand clasped over his mouth to stifle his cry. "Can't you see they are in love?"

Rather than observing the ceremony, Finn just stared wide-eyed at the petite girl holding him down. Damn she's strong for her size, Finn thought. He had always thought girls just twirl their hair and prance around in pretty petticoats. Never before has he met a girl who can shoot guns, gulp beer with the boys, and is next in line to command a naval ship.

"Naval war ship," Rachel corrected. "The fastest and most powerful of its kind. Do you always announce your thoughts out loud?"

"Whose stupid idea is it to throw wafers at us on our way out of the chapel?" Kurt was furious as Blaine delicately tried to pick out the cracker crumbs from his husband's hair. The two were alone in the moon-lit carriage, on their way back to the Naval Barracks from the little chapel by the sea. The rest of the Warblers came on horseback, and kindly refused a ride in the coach despite Finn's pleas.

"Well, the tradition is to throw rice at the groom and groom," Blaine chucked, combing his fingers through his own hair to shake out the crumbs. "But I guess they had to improvise."

Blaine noticed a small fleck of wafer stuck on Kurt's cheek, and gently leaned over to remove it with his lips.

"Hello, Lord Anderson-Hummel," he whispered.

"Hello back, Lord Anderson-Hummel." Kurt blushed.

Kurt gasped as he felt warm fingers slowly worming its way under his shirt. "What are you doing?" Kurt stilled the intruding fingers with his own. He was glad it was dark in the carriage, because he was in a shade of scarlet right now.

"Just performing my husbandly duties," Blaine replied as Kurt felt another hand slowly snaking its way over to his belt buckle.

"May I remind you that we're in a moving carriage, with my brother up in the front and your friends on horseback all around us?" Kurt let out another gasp as a hand brushed by his groin. Kurt was glad that the sound was drowned out by the loud clackedy noise of the horse hooves. Sure, they've sneaked a kiss here and there, and even copped a feel during a passionate embrace, but always at well planned secret rendezvous.

"Do you want me to stop?" Blaine slowly withdrew his hands, looking like a little boy who just got his cookie taken away from him. "I'm sorry, dear; I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

After a moment of awkward silence, Kurt finally spoke up. "Well, I guess it is our first night as husband and husband, and it's also our last night together for a while." 

Kurt looked up at Blaine. "Okay, wipe that grin off your face."

"Yes, dear." Blaine's immediate shift to a blank expression drew out a chuckle from Kurt.

"Clothes on, though," Kurt was barely audible. "At least while we are in the carriage."

With Kurt looking nervously at Blaine, the latter actually felt a bit apprehensive. Breathe, Blaine forced himself to relax. He is Lord Master of the Anderson House, captain of the Warbler, not to mention the victor of numerous naval battles and the hero who orchestrated the capture of the meanest pirate ship in the Caribbean. He does not get the jitters on his wedding night. Not when the biggest prize of all is at stake here.

"It's okay, Kurt, we'll take it slow." Blaine smoothed his hand down Kurt's thigh and began to gently massage his knee.

Just then the coach ran over a large rock and the boys were jolted up from their seats.

"Sorry!" Finn's voice called out from the front.

Kurt chuckled as he heard Blaine swear under his breath. "It's okay, my love," Kurt reached to kiss his husband. "Let's continue."

Blaine responded by kissing Kurt back passionately, sliding his tongue over each crevice in Kurt's mouth hungrily, knotting his tongue with Kurt's and then drawing the boy's tongue into his own.

Kurt had no idea one can get dizzy from a kiss, but as Blaine pressed himself into Kurt's mouth to get more depth, pinning Kurt to the back of the seat, Kurt could do nothing but moan and feel his world slip into oblivion.

Blaine slowly pressed himself onto Kurt as they both lay down on the seat. The bumps of the ride became a rhythm that forced their bodies to grind against each other in unison. For a while they just lay still in their intimate embrace, feeling their bodies jerk against the rough vibration of the road. Blaine could feel himself getting harder and harder with each shake, but he carefully avoided pressing on Kurt with his cock. 

Instead, he focused on getting Kurt pliant.

Slowly, Blaine nipped and bit at Kurt's cheeks, landing a trail of soft kisses along Kurt's jaw line up to his ears. Then he traced the soft bone of Kurt's ear with his tongue, occasionally leaning to nibble on Kurt's soft earlobes, drawing shudders from the boy below. His hands haven't been keeping still, either. Bit by bit they began to wiggle their way under Kurt's silk shirt, longing for the tender touch of flesh. Blaine held onto Kurt's hips and slowly massaged his fingers up and down either side of Kurt's narrow waist, drawing little circles on Kurt's soft, warm skin.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt felt like he was floating in air, and brought his hands to Blaine's back as he curved his back.

"Does it feel good, babe?" Blaine whispered between kisses.

"Oh!" Kurt shrieked as one particularly strong jolt bucked Kurt's hips, forcing their hard-ons to rub against each other.

"God, I can't wait to be one with you, Kurt," Blaine moaned into Kurt's ears as he steadied himself and began to rub himself up and down Kurt's increasingly hardened member. The sensation was so overwhelming Kurt couldn't even speak, he just arched his back and held on to Blaine for dear life.

Blaine had to use all of his will-power to not start grinding mindlessly into Kurt. He planted tender kisses on Kurt's arched neck as he gently rocked his hips forward. "You know you can touch me, if you want. You can move however you like…"

"Okay…" Kurt closed his eyes and whispered obediently, his hands hesitantly began to move up and down Blaine's back, eliciting a moan from Blaine.

When Kurt's fingers landed on Blaine's ass and began to softly knead the humps, Blaine couldn't help but arch his back and growl. "Oh god, Kurt, I don't think I can hold back anymore."

"Me too, Blaine, it feels so good," Kurt moaned into Blaine's ear before he bit down on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine's mind went blank and he started to rub faster into Kurt's erection, grunting at each thrust against his lover's body. Below him, Kurt instinctively spread his thighs to press their bodies closer, and slithered his long legs around Blaine's taunt ones, rubbing them up and down in sync with the vibration of the carriage. Kurt's mind slowly unraveled as he heard Blaine's grunts got louder and louder against his ear. Before long, Kurt lost the rhythm of the coach and just started to writhe uncontrollably, letting out little frantic, high-pitched moans with each grind. The friction between their hardness, pressed together through thin layers of clothing, got so heated that he thought Blaine's cock was going to burn through their breeches.

"Blaine, I think I'm coming, please do something!" Kurt pleaded as the desperate desire for release took over his body. Kurt was practically hysterical as he thrust up his hips and began rutting against Blaine, hoping the friction would bring him to his climax.

The unabashed display of desire from his lover sent Blaine over the edge. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and pressed them down hard over Kurt's head, stilling Kurt's upper torso as he plunged harder onto Kurt's hips, forcing the boy to buckle beneath him. As Blaine's orgasm hit him in midst of Kurt's hard moans, waves of electricity crackled through his body giving him an instance of ungodly strength. Blaine lifted Kurt up from the hips and slammed the boy hard against the back of the seat, grinding uncontrollably into the boy as his orgasm pulsated throughout his body.

The shock of being lifted made Kurt instinctively tightened his legs around Blaine's waist, and Kurt's orgasm soon followed as his cock felt each vibrating convulsion of Blaine's member. Pleasure poured like lava through his veins as he wrapped himself around Blaine, whimpering "Oh god, oh god…" as he rode out his climax rough and hard.

When Kurt came to his sense, he was laying in Blaine's arms, their foreheads lovingly pressed together. The carriage was no longer dimmed as before, indicating that they were now back within city boundaries.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, tenderly stroking his husband's still flushed cheeks.

"Oh god, Blaine," Kurt whimpered, noticing the feeling of wetness in his breeches. "Do you think they heard the whole thing?"

Blaine palmed his face and chuckled, "It's okay, dear, I'll command them to never speak a word about this."

"But what about Finn," Kurt feared he's going to never be able to face his brother again. Poor Finn must be traumatized. "And I can't go home in these soiled pants…"

"Well, I guess you'll just have come up to my quarters to change, then," Blaine replied with a smirk.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt smacked Blaine on the chest, not enough to hurt but enough to elicit a laugh.

"What? My love, the night is still young!"

When Finn finally pulled the carriage up to the tavern in what seemed to be the longest ride of his life, he was definitely not prepared to see Blaine and Kurt hopping out of the carriage as if it was on fire and dashing directly into the establishment without so much a thank you or hello.

"Wait! Kurt! We need to go home!" Finn called out after Kurt.

"Shut up, Finn!" Kurt's response was barely audible as the lovebirds shot up the stairs and disappeared down the corridor in the direction of Blaine's room.

"Man, that is so not cool!" Finn ran after Kurt, determined to bring his brother back to the Hudson-Hummel Manner. It was time for him to put his foot down.

Unfortunately, the only foot he saw was a dainty little one that made him land flat on his face.

"Ouch!" Finn rubbed his nose as he helped himself up from the floor, "What was that for?"

"To make you stop meddling in other people's business," Rachel Barry stated with her hands on her hips. The rest of the Warblers smiled sympathetically at Finn as they dismounted their horses.

"Why do you keep getting in my way?" Finn took a step toward the petite girl with the haughty chin. Sure he's never fought a girl, but this one is a good two feet shorter than him. His chances can't be that bad.

"Dude," Jeff laid a hand on Finn's shoulder. "I wouldn't provoke her if I were you. You do not want to suffer the wrath of Rachel Berry."

"Well, then, what am I supposed to do now?" Finn looked up upstairs. It doesn't look like the newlyweds will be coming down anytime soon.

"Why not join us for a round of drinks?" Wes suggested. "We are practically family now."

"Fine," Finn grumbled as he followed the Warblers toward the bar.

"The next round of drinks is on me!" Rachel Barry declared excitedly as she planted herself on top a bar stool. "Now that Blaine is finally hitched and ready to settle down after this assignment, I am sure I will soon be promoted as the new captain of the Warbler!"

"God help us all." Finn said as he took a gulp of his ale.