Okay, you all! Enough messages that go, "Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Just one more chapter in Daddies!" You know I can't turn you down! Here you go: the epilogue. The LAST chapter in Daddies. This doesn't mean the stories will end, but the stories in this series will!

And I know, I know, I've been woefully negligent in updating We Found Us. I have an idea; all I need is time, which seems to be in short order these days.

So, without further ado…except that I don't own anything that smacks of Glee characters…the epilogue for Daddies. Enjoy!


Kurt lowered himself on to the garden bench with a groan. He turned sideways, rested his back on the frame of a grape arbor, stretched, and held on to his stomach.

"Johnny is going to kill me if I don't fit into my costumes for tomorrow night's show," he said. "Honestly, Blaine that was the best meal you've ever made!"

"Hey, not bad for the guy who could burn water when we first met, huh?" Blaine laughed, as he found a comfortable position on the bench, reclining against Kurt.

"Wait a minute," Kurt said, sitting up just a bit, "didn't we have this conversation in this very spot, about nineteen years ago?"

"I believe we did," Blaine said, "and if I do recall correctly, we made a pretty important decision that evening. That was the night the boy we put on a plane to Europe a few hours ago, was conceived in our minds."

Both men were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the night sounds in their backyard. A summer breeze, the kind you wish would blow all year long, ruffled the leaves on the trees. Blaine moved slightly and snaked his arm around Kurt's waist. "Best decision we ever made," Kurt said into Blaine's hair. He ended with a kiss on the top of his husband's curly mop. "So, if this is 'The Spot For Making Important Decisions,' what's next, lover boy?" Kurt asked.

Blaine was quiet for a long time. "I guess it's time to plan the next phase of our lives. Does that make us sound old?" he asked.

"Well, we're not breaking out the walkers and the rocking chairs yet," Kurt added. "We are kind of at the next phase, though, as you put it. AJ and Gavin will be busy at school for the next several years. I still want to work and I'm assuming you do too." Kurt looked at Blaine's nodding head.

"I'm going to write until I die," he said quietly, only half joking.

"That's what I thought," Kurt said. "Someday I'll retire from the stage…"

"Don't say it…" Blaine pleaded.

"…and write my memoirs," Kurt continued, trying to keep a straight face.

"Okay, now you really sound old…and pretentious," Blaine said, laughing. "But seriously, it seems like we've arrived at the golden moment."

"Golden moment?" Kurt asked. "That sounds pretty senior citizen-ish. And I don't know about you, but I still feel like I'm 30 years old."

"No, nothing like that. It's like where we were before AJ was born, with few responsibilities. Only now, we are not a starving author and a starving actor."

"Blaine, we were never starving," Kurt said.

"I know, figure of speech, baby. But now we are back to relatively few responsibilities and the funds to do pretty much what we want. So, what do we want?"

Again, the conversation stopped and silence settled over the couple. Kurt broke the quiet. "It's been so long since we've had this freedom, I don't even know where to begin. Any ideas from you?"

"Uh, I got nothing! Figures! We have the time, we have the means, and we have no clues as to what to do," Blaine said, laughing.

"It's like when I was a kid and I was broke, there were a million things I wanted to buy; when I actually had money to spend, I couldn't find a single thing. Same thing, right?" Kurt asked.

"Okay, I have a plan. Let's take a week and make lists of what we want to do. We'll keep them from each other and next Saturday. we'll share. Put down anything that comes to mind, no matter how crazy. How does that sound?"

"On one condition," Kurt said. "Just because something is on one person's list doesn't mean the other person has to participate or that it's even going to happen. Agreed?"

"What are you implying, Kurt Hummel-Anderson?" Blaine asked with mock surprise followed by that grin that was intended to make Kurt melt.

"Put away that smile, mister and I'm implying nothing. I'm saying, straight up, that if you list contains life-threatening ideas, like jumping out of a plane or walking across coals, you are on your own, understand?"

"Awe, baby, you know I'd never put you in danger especially…"

"Just stop there. I will not follow you down the primrose path, end of story."

"You said you'd follow me anywhere," Blaine muttered.

"Anywhere that doesn't involve bodily harm, sweetheart," Kurt said, pinching Blaine's cheek.

"Fine. Lists, right here, a week from today?"



After a day of worrying he'd have no ideas to share with Blaine on Saturday, Kurt finally began to think of things he'd like to do. They'd never been to Tahiti. He'd always wanted to learn how to make chocolates. Visiting National Parks, as long as staying in the lodges was included, sounded fun. Since he spent so much time on stage on Broadway, he'd love to spend time seeing other people's shows. And then there was that cruise to Alaska they'd always entertained. And a month in Italy. And he'd always wanted to learn to use a trapeze. By Saturday, he had a sizable list and was excited to see Blaine's list.

Blaine had quite the opposite situation. He immediately began recording his ideas, writing down adventures that were close to home as well as those a world away. He wanted to work on a llama ranch for a week. He wanted to hike on the Appalachian Trail. He wanted to take oil painting lessons and learn how to make furniture. Then there was parasailing, learning to make sushi, and taking a Harry Potter tour in England. Blaine's list went on and on and on…

After Saturday's dinner, prepared by Kurt, the men met on the bench in their backyard. Kurt held up his single sheet of paper, while Blaine grinned and held up five sheets. "Why am I not surprised?" Kurt asked, cutting his eyes towards Blaine and smiling.

"Okay, Kurt. You go first. What's the first thing on your list?" Blaine asked, hopping up and down a bit. Kurt smiled and shook his head. Get rid of the gray showing at Blaine's temples and the subtle wrinkles that had begun to develop on his forehead, and Kurt could have sworn his husband was still 17 years old.

"Idea # 1, you're going to love this, take ballroom dancing lessons!" Kurt looked expectantly at Blaine.

"Oh. Wow, baby. Uh, okay, let's put that on our collective list," Blaine said, faking enthusiasm the best he could.

"You don't like it," Kurt stated.

"No, no, it's not that at all. It's just…I don't know…"

"Not something you want to do. I get it and I'm not offended. I'll just have to find some hot young thing to be my dancing partner," Kurt said, with a wink. "What's your first idea?"

"Okay, brace yourself for this: drive racecars at the NASCAR track in Las Vegas!" Blaine's smiling face met Kurt's unsmiling one. "At least I pretended to like your ballroom dancing idea…"

"Blaine!" Kurt said.

"Fine. Next?"

"Idea #2: take a creative writing course at the college…wait, that would be like a busman's holiday for you. Sorry. Wasn't thinking. Next?" Kurt asked.

"My second idea is tribal drumming camp," Blain said.

"You lost me at 'camp,'" Kurt said.

"Spa week in Maine?" Kurt asked.

"Organic gardening symposium?" Blaine offered.

"Riding elephants in India?" Kurt suggested.

"Salmon fishing and gathering mussels in Washington State?" Blaine asked.

This went on for half an hour. Exasperated, Kurt offered his final suggestion. "How about traveling to England?"

Blaine sat silently, looking at his paper. He looked up, grinning, and said, "I think we've hit the mother lode. Look here!" He stabbed his paper on the line that said they should visit England and take a Harry Potter tour.

"Eureka! We've hit gold!" Kurt cried. "I'm totally up for a trip to England. I hadn't thought of a Harry Potter tour, but what a great idea!"

"England it is!" Blaine said.


Later that night, Kurt and Blaine lay in bed, talking. After running through the plans for the next day, Kurt asked, "Hey, are you bothered that our lists were so different? I mean, we went through a whole lot of possibilities and we were kind of short on agreeable activities."

Blaine pulled Kurt closer and kissed his forehead. He realized that their discussion earlier that evening may have upset Kurt. "Baby, don't let this worry you!" Blaine said, turning Kurt's head towards him so he could see those beautiful blue eyes. "Talk to me Kurt."

"Well, it just seems that when we were younger, it didn't matter what we did: as long as we were together, we had fun. What happened to us? Why couldn't we agree on more things to do? Do you think we've grown apart?" Kurt whispered.

"Heaven's no! We've just grown up…finally! We've had years and years to develop interests and catalogue away all the things we'd like to do when we had the time. Just because those lists didn't match up doesn't mean we've drifted away from each other! It just means that we became people with ideas and interests. Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes. I think I was taken off guard," Kurt replied, shifting a bit. "I thought we'd match up, item for item, and when we didn't, I was a little shocked. And it is fine if we want to do things separately. It's just that if I took off for a spa week in Maine, I'd miss you terribly. Believe it or not, I'm madly in love with you, Blaine Anderson, and after all these years, I still want to spend all my time with you," Kurt smiled and brushed Blaine's curls from his forehead.

"I love you Kurt. That hasn't and will not change. You know that, right? No stupid list is going to make me change my mind. YOU are it. YOU are my list. I'll let you in on a secret…" Blaine whispered.


"I'd do anything on your list just to be with you. I don't care if whatever you have planned sounds like it might bore me to tears, I'd go along because you'd be there." Blaine hugged Kurt even tighter.

"Same for me. I'd even jump out of plane with you," Kurt admitted.

"Really!" Blaine responded with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Well, jump might not be the word I'd use. Pushed, maybe? I'm sure it would be spectacular once I was out of the plane and crashing towards earth. I suppose it is nice to have a beautiful view be the last thing one sees before dying," Kurt said dryly.

"If your parachute didn't open, I'd catch you," Blaine said quietly.

"I know you would, sweetheart."

Blaine and Kurt were silent for a few moments. Kurt wondered if Blaine had drifted off to sleep until he heard a quiet, "I love you, Kurt. Those words don't seem to be enough, but they'll have to do. I love you. I just…love you."

Kurt lifted Blaine's hand to his lips and kissed it. "I know, baby. I love you too. Go to sleep and dream about England!" Kurt whispered.

"No. Dreaming about jumping out of planes," Blaine mumbled, heading for that place between sleeping and waking.

"Okay. Wake me if your parachute fails to open and I'll catch you." Kurt smiled, breathed in the scent of Blaine, and drifted off to sleep.


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GirlFromTheWest xxoo