Thanks to everyone for all the comments and reviews :) After recieving a few messages about an epilogue, I decided to write one up. I hope you all enjoy. This is dedicated to LuLuSims, because I think she started the quest for this epilogue :)


There was a nice breeze coming from the direction of Central Park. It was the last few days of summer, but the city of New York never slept. College kids were getting out of the bar, traffic flew by. In the distance, you could hear sirens going off.

Kurt considered these noises his lullaby by now. Four years at NYU, living in the city since. The last six years had been amazing. With Blaine and his friends by his side in high school, he survived his senior year and gotten away fast. It was hard to leave his dad, but Carol took such good care of him. He swore he wouldn't be one of those people that called home all the time, but once a week turned into once a day.

The city had been a blessing to the blooming star. No one cared he was gay and if they did, they didn't say a thing. He made more friends in his acting classes, enjoyed going out to see shows. It was the freedom he'd dreamed about. He'd even managed a job selling merchandise in one of the theatres while he was in school.

As for Blaine, he went across town to Fordham. Law School had been a pain, but he pulled through it with top marks. He'd even managed a few rolls in the school plays. Right out of Law School, he'd been hired by a firm so upgrading from Kurt's little apartment, to a bigger loft by Central Park.

This was where the two of them laid together, the only light in the room, coming from the TV.

It had been ten years since they graduated from McKinnley. Rachel and Finn had just flown home that afternoon after a nice visit. Most of the old Glee club had come out to see Kurt in his show, to see the apartment, to catch up. Everyone was doing really good.

"You should try to get some sleep," Blaine whispered, his hands wrapping tighter around Kurt's middle. "You've got two shows tomorrow."

"Mmm, you should too. It's been a crazy week." With all the visitors, the work load at the firm. Blaine had been doing so well the past few years as far as seizures went. There was always a chance something could trigger one every now and again, but he was fine. The constant fear it could happen was gone. Kurt turned in Blaine's arms so he could face him, his hand running over the scruff on Blaine's face.

Blaine flashed him a loving smile, one that had never faded in the last ten years. "I can always take a nap. Tomorrow is the weekend. Weekends mean days off for me."

"Not sure how much of a day off it is, when you're home alone and I'm off to do two shows," Kurt smiled back, sighing. "I just know if I try to go to sleep..."

"Shhh, just relax. We've had a lot of people here the last few months. But we've got the house to ourselves, no entertaining or running around." Blaine ran his hands through Kurt's hair, pressing a kiss to his lover's forehead.

A soft cry rang out in the room and Kurt sat up. "I told you," he grinned, slidding off the bed, fixing his PJ bottoms as he walked down the hall. Blaine laid there a moment staring at the baby monitor, shaking his head.

"It's Lizzy," he murmered. Their little girl always wanted Kurt's attention at the worst times of night. Like daughter, like father. Blaine rolled off the bed, grabbing his own bottoms off the floor before he followed after Kurt to the nursery.

Blaine stepped into the room, smiling at Kurt who had the little one resting on his shoulder. She seemed perfectly content now that her father had her. The dark tuft of hair on her head, looked darker against Kurt's pale complexion. "She's definately your daughter," Kurt grinned, placing a kiss to his daughter's head.

"Did Jackson wake up?" Blaine asked, moving over to the crib. Their son was still fast asleep, at least for a few more hours. "That's my boy." When it came to who was their real father, it didn't matter to them. Though judging by the children's characteristics, it was clear they looked just like Blaine.

In the end though, they were just as much Kurt's kids as his. They were almost three months old now and they seemed to have them down to a science. Kurt was the worrier and Blaine was far to laid back for Kurt's tastes some days. There had been many a call to Carol about poop and spit up while Blaine just went with the flow of things.

"Elizabeth," Blaine whispered, coming over to kiss her head. "You ate a big din din and you're super dry," he said checking her diaper. "You gotta let Daddy sleep so he doesn't have wrinkles on stage."

"Don't even joke about that," Kurt said, walking around the room in the hopes he'd rock the little girl back to sleep. Blaine chuckled before he took their daughter from him.

"Bed. This is my late night, not yours." Kurt pouted, but Blaine leaned in to kiss him. "That pout doesn't work on me and you know it." Kurt just rolled his eyes, leaning down to give Jackson a kiss, before he left. Walking down the hall to their room, he passed pictures of graduations, diplomas, playbills from shows Kurt had been in. There were some pictures of their 'civil union'. Legally, the world could call it what they wanted, but Kurt and Blaine were married. Just before Kurt got to their bedroom, there was a new set of pictures on the wall.

Elizabeth Carol and Jackson Hale Hummel-Anderson. They were already getting so big. Kurt couldn't help but wish they'd stay little longer, but he knew it wasn't going to happen. They'd already doubled in size. Kurt never thought he'd want kids. He saw what a pain he'd been to his Dad sometimes, he saw other brats that screamed and cursed their parents names. Kurt didn't honestly know what had woo'd him to consider kids.

Maybe it was the promise they'd look like Blaine. Dark, curly hair, perfect smiles and his down to earth nature. Okay, maybe Lizzy was more like Kurt. Genetics wise, it couldn't be possible, but Blaine swore she reminded him of Kurt.

He looked at the clock as he made his way back into the room. Quater of one. Laying down in the bed, he focused on the TV, turning it down more so he could try to fall asleep. Kurt could still hear Elizabeth fussing. She'd calm down soon, he just hoped Jackson didn't decide to join the party. Then he would have to get up again.

And then he heard Blaine over the monitor.

Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part
Baby of mine

Little one when you play
Pay no heed to what they say
Let your eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear
Baby of mine

If they knew all about you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you

From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be
Baby of mine

It was only a few minutes later, Blaine joined Kurt back in their room, slipping into the bed. He snuggled up against Kurt from behind, sure he'd probably fallen asleep by now.

Until he heard Kurt sniffle.

"Kurt, baby, are you crying?"


Kurt rolled over in the bed, looking up at Blaine, his eyes misty. He didn't get to hear Blaine sing as often. He still did, but lawyers didn't sing at work. He'd hum in the shower, maybe sing a song on the radio every now and then, but sing like that? It had been so long. Blaine's voice was still his favorite.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine smiled, pulling him in close.

"I'm okay. I'm okay I just heard you... you should sing more. Like you used to. You're in charge of lullaby's from now on. This voice is saved for the stage from now on."

"And the shower in the morning. My day isn't complete unless you're singing Gypsey to the shower head at the top of your lungs." Blaine tilted Kurt's chin up and kissed him softly. "Now, let's get some sleep. We both have a full schedule tomorrow."

"What do you mean? Dad and Carol aren't coming till Mond... he's coming early isn't he?"

"Man can't get enough of your show. He's proud of you Kurt, can you blame him. Cheers for you like he's at a Red's game. It's adorable. I know where you get it from," Blaine smiled, kissing him once more for good measure.

Kurt blushed as he tucked himself under Blaine's chin, closing his eyes. Life was good and had changed so much. Kurt had grown up a great deal since high school. He could be the person he always wanted to be when he was younger. No longer was he afraid to admitt out loud he was gay, to walk down the street and be stared at for what he chose to wear. People loved him more for his bold choices.

Best of all, despite everything that had happened, he had Blaine. It was hard to believe that after all these years, they'd yet to grow tired of one another. How many people told them first love was an old wives tale these days, but they'd beaten the odds. Had it been easy? Of course not. Kurt thought they were doomed to end after prom, but they'd worked through what happened. College was a lot more stressful for Blaine, but Kurt was there every morning with coffee and bagels. To this day, Blaine didn't know how Kurt had gotten past the Nazi security guards without a pass. He'd narrowed it down to that Hummel charm.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered, feeling his husband laxed in his arms.

"Hmmm?" Oh yeah, he was fading.

"Goodnight, baby of mine." Blaine didn't get a response that time and he knew Kurt was asleep. Turning the TV off, the sounds of New York City still filtered in with the breeze. All was quiet on the baby front. Health wise, life wise, everything had finally fallen into place for them.

Life was good.