Nick invites her to AJ's wedding, as his date. After Justin, they became friends, mostly because Nick said on air that he didn't want Justin's left-overs, and Brit got outraged and yelled at him, and then Nick felt bad. Nick's funny that way.

Kevin's there alone, just two more weeks until his divorce is finalized, and he's mostly fine except that somehow, some kind soul, the patron saint of poor wedding guests everywhere, someone convinced AJ and Sarah to get a string quartet instead of a DJ, and now Kevin's aching to dance.

Nick, of course, hates ballroom.

Also, he and Howie and Brian have been exchanging looks all evening, and when AJ isn't gazing at Sarah with adoration (how quickly he changed from the abject terror pre-wedding, and how grateful Kevin is that he did) he's been shooting them glares, and pointing with his chin at Britney.

Kevin may be old, but he isn't blind. He also isn't stupid -- he waits, lounging against a wall, arms crossed, and lets Nick make an ass of himself first. No point in wasting good ammo.

"I don't really dance," Nick says, then blushes. "I mean, you know. Slow dancing. And I know Britney was really, I mean, you can see, she's, like, you know, tapping her toes? And stuff? And, you know, you, you slow dance really well, you know? So I was thinking--"

Kevin cuts him off by shoving away from the wall and walking over to Britney's chair. He holds out a hand and asks, "May I have this dance?" and even though it's a cheesy line, she smiles, takes his hand, and rises.

"I'd be honored," she says, and Kevin smiles back.

The band starts on a waltz, not a tune that Kevin's familiar with, but with the recognizable rhythm. Britney is smaller than she looks, even in heels, the top of her head reaching maybe to his mouth. The dress clings everywhere on top, and flounces on the bottom, brushing his legs as they dance. She watches him, silent, twirling in his arms, and he thinks maybe the music fills her like it does him, pouring in and around and through, until it's part of him. She's not the greatest singer that he knows, although at least she isn't flat, but when she dances. The music makes her sparkle.

Two weeks, and he's divorced, he thinks, and shifts a little closer.

Britney shines in his arms.