Prompt - I don't know if this makes an interesting fic or not but anyway, worth a shot: Reade, Patterson and Tasha help Kurt and Jane out with packing and moving to Colorado and throw them a little going away party.
Jane had been up for quite some time, but she had made no attempt to move. She was lying on her side, her back pressed against Kurt’s chest and arm wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were fixed on their hands, fingers intertwined, their rings shining in the early morning sun. And she still couldn’t any of it was real. It’s been a whirlwind few months - barely even that - in between stopping Sandstorm and closing that case, to Kurt surprising her with a passport and two tickets to Venice, and there, he’d proposed to her on evening as they walked back to the little hotel they’d discovered on their first day. They’d come back home, and with a few weeks were married, and were now packing their lives and moving to Colorado. Sometimes she was scared that at any moment she would wake up and it would all be a dream.
She felt Kurt’s lips against the back of her neck and sighed heavily as she turned around in his embrace. She snuggled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against his cheek. “We should get up,” she mumbled and both heard and felt him grumble his disapproval.