Alright, here we are.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee


Kurt was holding a cup of tea in his hands but the liquid had long since gone cold. He stared out of the kitchen window, wondering if he should do something about the over-grown grass of their front yard.

He jumped when the clock made a deep sound, indicating it was half past 11. Soon it would be August 18th, a day that didn't hold much meaning to the world but it was a day Kurt had waited for with growing dread.

It was stupid, really, there really wasn't anything to worry about. But there were some scars than ran too deep for Kurt not be anxious.

"Hey," a soft voice said from behind him. "What are you doing up?"

Kurt closed his eyes when Blaine kissed the crown of his head softly, his warm hands on his shoulders.

"Couldn't sleep," he admitted, keeping his voice hushed.

Blaine hummed. "Thinking of tomorrow?"

Kurt lifted one of his shoulder and turned to look out of the window again. He felt silly for feeling like this, especially since Blaine had been excited for a full week now.

"Kurt... You know nothing will happen, right?"

The younger man sighed. "Yeah."


"I know! I mean, the logical part of me does but... Blaine. I'm scared."

And there, he admitted it. Blaine sat down in front of him and took a hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Oh God... I don't want to ruin the day, I'm being an idiot...!"

"No, Kurt, you're not. Don't think like that."

"It's been so long..."

"Kurt, you have made it clear that despite everything, that day was the single most horrible one in your life. I don't blame you for one second about not being entirely comfortable."

Kurt bit his lower lip, his eyes shining. "But..."

"No," Blaine cut Kurt off, emphasising the short word with a quick kiss. "Stop."

So Kurt sighed again and nodded, letting his head fall against his husband's chest. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

It took a few years, four to be exact, before anything big happened. And then it seemed like everything happened at once.

On a very normal, sunny day when Kurt had simply been making lemonade in the small kitchen of his and Blaine's tiny, rented apartment, he got the surprise of a lifetime when suddenly a very excited Finn had burst through the door and enveloped him into a hug. He was followed by a woman that could be no one but his mother and as fate would have it, Burt had happened to be visiting his son and soon-to-be son in law.

Well... The story of them could be a story of its own.

The young couple was happy beyond belief and dared to dream of even bigger things. After graduating high school, Blaine decided to study to be a music teacher and by some miracle (that Sue Sylvester was quite possibly behind of) Kurt got a good job as an assistant of the editor-in-chief of the local newspaper. They didn't have the money to leave Ohio just yet but they'd get there, they were sure.

All over the country, the conditions of slaves were improving. Kurt Hummel might still officially be dead, they had figured that was the safest way to go, but his story had reached millions and the response had been immediate. However, something as huge as changing the laws concerning slaves was not something that just happened overnight. So yes, it took four years before the law "An owner can release a slave at any time, without cost" was made official.

It wasn't perfect. Slavery was still allowed. But more laws followed the big one, like one announcing that any sexual contact with a slave would never be allowed against the slave's will and the law that gave slaves the right to say no.

And then, on November 9th 2016, Kurt and Blaine got married.

It wasn't a big wedding by any means. The Warblers were there as well as Kurt's old Glee club, including Puck, Quinn and Mike, who didn't leave Tina's side for more than a few minutes at any given time. Maria took her job as the flower-girl very seriously and glared at anyone who dared to even cough during the ceremony.

Blaine finished college a couple of years later and soon they had packed up their stuff and headed for New York. Kurt's boss had given him the best of references and he had ended having next to no trouble landing a job that was beyond his wildest dreams: a photographer for Vogue.

Perhaps a year after settling in New York, Blaine brought up maybe, possibly, wanting to have kids. And to say Kurt had hesitated would be a major understatement.

The rules and laws about slave children and their families had been made more firm and specific and it was rumoured that even Sue Sylvester couldn't find a way around them anymore. And Kurt wasn't even a slave anymore, he was a free man and no one could come near his children. But it had still taken Blaine a long time to convince him.

But when Kurt had cried while signing the adoption papers of their son, the tears were nothing but happy.

"I can't believe this is my life," he whispered as they watched the small boy sleep in his crib, his tiny fist wrapped around Blaine's finger.

"Are you happy?"

"I'll never be unhappy again."

The clock reached 12. Blaine raised his eyebrows and Kurt nodded. The two of them got up and started to make their way to the second floor.

They tip-toed their way to a door with a sign that said 'KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING!' and pushed it open, barely containing their giggles. They kneeled down on both sides of a bed placed in the center of the room and Kurt started to hum softly. Soon Blaine joined in and then they both burst into the chorus, waking up a young boy from his slumber:

"Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel... That you're less than, less than perfect!" they sang together while their son rubbed his sleepy eyes with a wide smile on his face.

"You two are so weird!" he declared but he had laughter in his voice.

"Oh yeah? You know what you get for that comment?" Blaine asked.



The boy screamed as Blaine all but attacked him, tickling his tummy and feet.

"Noooo! Papa, stop! Stop! Daddyyyyy! Help!"

Kurt chuckled and allowed Blaine a couple of more seconds before telling him let the poor kid breathe. Blaine obeyed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling the boy into his lap.

"We love you, baby," Kurt said gently.

"I love you, too. And I love today! Oh boy, today will be fun! Today I'll... Daddy? Daddy, why are you crying?"

Kurt quickly wiped away the tear that had fallen on his cheek and smiled. "No reason. I'm just really, really happy."

This really was his life. He had a husband and a son who he woke up in the middle of the night so that they could sing for him. He had a job and a house and the family was considering getting a dog from the pound. He had everything he had never even dared to dream about and no one could come and take it away from him.

So his smile reached his eyes and made them sparkle when he said: "Happy 10th birthday, Toronto."

The end.

After 16 months, this story is finally complete.

Oh my God...

*collects herself*

I have a new story in mind and the prologue for that should be up in a couple of weeks. So keep an eye out.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE, YOU HAVE BEEN SIMPLY WONDERFUL! I hope the ending wasn't too sugary for you, I just really wanted them to have the ultimate happy ending. I know I didn't answer all the questions but this story was ultimately about Kurt and Blaine so... yeah.

Thank you again and I'll see you soon!

Love and butterfly kisses,