CHAPTER SIXTY: The End.

Finnly's First Funeral:

"Dad?" Finnly said as she ran as she ran through her fathers' New York apartment. Blaine emerged from their bedroom with red-rimmed eyes; it was obvious he had been crying.

Finnly pulled him into a hug. "Where is he?"

"Bathroom. I tried but baby it's not much use." Finnly gave her father a nod as she padded towards the ensuite bathroom. It was hard to believe that Burt was gone. In Finnly's mind he was kind of like a superhero, invincible.

"Daddy?" She asked softly as she knocked on the door.

"Dad?" She asked again but there was no response.

The woman in her early twenties sat down outside the door; she could hear the soft sounds of her father sobbing from inside the bathroom.

"Daddy do you remember the time that we took the family vacation to the lake? You, me, Daddy Blaine, Uncle Finn, Grandma and Grandpa all went up to the cabin. Remember when you fell in the lake?"

"You pushed me." Kurt said through the door.

Finnly laughed softly. "I know. And then Grandpa Burt pushed me. And then he dove in after us."

"And then we all walk out of the lake together holding hands." Kurt finished.

"And he was laughing. And I thought to myself 'I have the best Grandfather in the whole world'." Finnly said as she heard the door unlock.

Finnly gingerly opened the door and saw her father sitting on the bathmat clutching a photo on Burt and him at his wedding.

"Come on Daddy. Let's take you home." She said holding out a hand.

Kurt had managed to stay strong throughout the week, making arrangements, comforting Carole and making sure everything was perfect but standing at the lectern now with his Father's body in a coffin next to him Kurt could barely hold himself together.

"Burt Hummel. How do you describe such an amazing man? Over the passing week many of you have been kind enough to ring me and let me know that you loved him, which I know he would have been tickled pink to hear. You remember his kind and loving nature wrapped up in a butch exterior. His strange dance moves that always came to the surface during weddings and any other celebrations. His amazing ability to make a soufflé as thin as a pancake the recipe which goes with him to the grave. But most of you told me about his endless capacity to love. And full of love is ho you will remember him. Not stuck in a box. Pick your favorite baseball cap and remember him that way. The most kind, loving, big-hearted and amazing person most of us will ever meet. As for me, you may ask how I will remember him and how I thought of him. There are just no words to describe so instead I am turning to on of Dad's favorite movies for inspiration. It encompasses what I want to say."

Kurt took a deep breath before returning to his speech.

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come." Kurt's voice began to shake.

"Let the airplanes circle, moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'." It was then that Kurt couldn't continue. The sobs came out of his mouth uncontrollably as he placed his hands over his face. Finnly stood up from her seat in the front row he joined her father at the lectern. He all but collapsed into her and began sobbing on her shoulder. The young woman took a deep breath and wiped the tears from here eyes as she finished her Father's speech.

"Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; for nothing now can ever come to any good."

Finnly's First Job:

"Daddy!" Finnly screamed. "Put me on speaker phone I have news from both of you!" She said bouncing up and down.

"What princess?" Blaine said as he turned the phone on so both he and Kurt could hear their daughter.

"I got a job! In a small theatre on the lower East side." She gushed.

"Oh my God!" Kurt and Blaine said in unison before all three of them screamed.

"Doing what? Doing what? Oh God you don't have to take your top off do you?" Blaine panicked.

"Blaine!" Kurt wacked him. "Our baby would never sell herself like that. Right baby?" He said sounding a little unsure.

"No Dad." Finnly said rolling her eyes. "I am the new Amber Sweet in the Falcon Players production of Repo: The Genetic Opera."

"Wait! Hold the phone. Isn't that that horror movie-musical about organ snatchers?" Blaine said protectively.

"Yeah kinda." Finnly mumbled.

"And Amber Sweet is the daughter whose face falls off?" Blaine asked again.

"Yes."

"And she parades herself around the stage while doing copious amounts of drugs." Blaine said sounding disappointed.

"Well yes." Finnly said sounding defeated.

"That is awesome!" Blaine smiled "I love that movie. Kurt you remember, I made you see it and you left 15 minutes in." Blaine nudged him.

"Baby as long as your clothes stay on I couldn't be prouder." Kurt encouraged.

"Well good, because it's kind of a low budget production and I kind of need to supply my own costumes."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine go and by a copy of the movie. Come over in three days we'll do a fitting."

"Love you Daddy Kurt." Finnly said kissing the phone.

"Hey, what am I chopped liver?" Blaine yelled while he put on his coat.

"Love you too Daddy Blaine. Okay got to go for a face cast. Bye." Finnly said as she hung up.

Kurt smiled as he hung up the receiver. "Our baby is going to be a star Blaine." He said kissing his husband on the cheek.

Finnly's First Apartment:

Blaine came in from the bedroom and met Kurt who was giving the kitchen a once over before nodding approval at Finnly and Reed. Luckily for the pair Reed had given the place a once over. It was the first time Finnly and Reed would be paying there own way instead of living in one of Kurt and Blaine's New York apartments. Since Reed's music career had taken off and Finnly had been booked until the end of the year as Amber Sweet.

"Alright kids." Blaine said.

Finnly folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "Dad, I am 25."

"And you will always be my baby." Kurt said kissing her cheek.

"Okay, you full-grown, mature and fully capable adults. Remember to always use the chain lock, Mythbusters proved it works." Blaine continued.

"We know Dad. I have been out of home since I was 18." Finnly smiled as she hugged her cult hair fathers.

"Okay, okay we'll go." Blaine smiled. "Just remember to look after each other."

"Yes Dad." Finnly said as she hugged Kurt goodbye.

"And to always carry that mace I brought you." Blaine said as Kurt started pulling him towards the door.

"Yes Dad."

"And never had a pass-code on your phone or the paramedics can't contact anyone." Blaine said again.

"Yes Dad."

"You." Blaine pointed at Reed. "You look after my little girl."

"Yes Mr. Hummel-Anderson." Reed smiled.

"Leaving." Kurt said as he tugged his husband out the door.

Finnly shook her head as Reed walked towards the door. He shut the heavy metal door whirled on one foot and clapped his hands together once, beaming at his girlfriend. "Our first grown-up apartment!"

They held hands and bounced up and down, not caring how childish it looked.

The two of them stopped bouncing and stared into each other's eyes.

"Race you to the bedroom." Finnly said as she ran towards their bedroom stripping off her clothes as she ran.

"No fair I have a t-shirt on my face." Reed yelled as he chased after her.

He caught up to Finnly and grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed.

"You know it is a tradition to christen ever room don't you?" Finnly smiled provocatively.

Finnly's First Wedding:

"Daddy?" Finnly said holding her veil in her hands. "Help me."

"Sure baby," Kurt smiled as he took the antique white lace veil and began to style his daughter's hair into a simplistic updo. It was nice to have a quiet moment with his daughter alone before the ceremony.

"Daddy?" The young woman asked, her voice sounding young and timid. "Tell me the story of how you and Daddy Blaine met?"

Kurt smiled fondly. "It was a quiet day on November 9th when I was walking down the stairs of Dalton Academy. I grabbed the attention of the best looking boy I could find as they all hurried past me on the stairs. I introduced myself to him before asking what was happening. The mysterious dark haired boy told me that their show choir was throwing an impromptu performance and that the whole school viewed them as rocked stars. He then took my hand and he led me running through the scenic halls of Dalton on his so call shortcut. It was when we reached the bustling common room that he handed another boy his bag and began to serenade me Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream'."

"And you have been in love ever since." Finnly smiled as she turned to face her father.

Blaine then interrupted the moment as he swung open the door, busting into song.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it

"Dad!" "Blaine!" Finnly and Kurt said in unison.

"Sorry having a sentimental moment. My baby is getting married." Blaine said before beginning to sing again.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

"There," Kurt kissed Finnly on the top of the head. "beautiful." Kurt smiled before going to stand next to his husband. Blaine winked at him before grabbing Kurt into the waltz position and the two of them began to sing the rest of the song as a duet.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers.

"Oh my God." Finnly said. "Do you think other families just bust out into song at the drop of a hat?"

Finnly's First Baby:

Kurt and Blaine had moved in with Finnly the second they had found out she was pregnant. By now, the petite curly haired brunet had blow up so much that she was constantly being teased with 'how many have you go in there' jokes. She found it hard to move and was constantly winning about being over with it and how Reed would be caring the next one.

The time came in the middle of the night. Blaine awoke to Reed screaming his and Kurt's names. It took a few moments for Blaine to catch on – Kurt was faster. He was already at his daughter's bedside when Blaine finally put the pieces together.

Finnly was laying on her bed, looking pale and gripping the bed sheets, a dark wet spot underneath her. Reed was flustered; he flailed around the room while Blaine let out a sigh.

"I think that was my water," Finnly sobbed. "Oh my God."

"Shh, baby," Kurt cooed as he crouched on the floor and ran his fingers though her hair. "Can you stand up?"

"I think so." She sniffled. "I'm scared."

"You'll be fine sweetie. Reed, a little help over here?"

"Oh my God." Reed said with wide eyes. "Oh my God, Oh my God,"

"Shut up" Finnly cried. "You're freaking me out!"

"But," Reed wiped his brow. "Holy shit."

Finnly then burst into tears.

Five hours later a nervous Kurt was pacing up and down the hospital waiting room. Blaine was drinking a cup of coffee and anxiously flipping through an old hospital magazine. He had just flipped the page before a loud cry echoed though the waiting room.

"I HATE YOU! YOU DID THIS TO ME! WE ARE NEVER HAVONG SEX AGAIN!"

"It was been like that four two hours," Kurt groaned as he sat down then stood back up again.

Seven hours after they had arrived the hospital the screaming stopped. Kurt turned to face Blaine the sudden silence surrounding them.

"Is it over?" Blaine asked. Kurt sat down grabbing a hold of Blaine's hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

Loud and uncontrollable sobs then broke the eerie silence. Kurt shot up out of his chair. The sounds were not painful cries and screaming; it was actually tears, Finnly as actually crying.

"What's going on?" An agitated Kurt asked.

"I'm sure everything is okay." Blaine said sounding uncertain as he stood up and wrapped and an arm around Kurt's waist.

The sobbing seemed to settle down after a few minutes but Kurt couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. After what seem like an eternity, Reed emerged from the door in his pale blue scrubs. He was staring at the tiled floor.

"Reed?" Kurt asked worriedly. "Say something. Please." He almost begged.\

All of their worries were abolished as soon as Reed looked up. His eye were wide and teary and he glowed with amazement.

"She is so beautiful." Reed beamed. "She's – it's a girl!"

A few minutes later Kurt wand Blaine were cooing over the baby lying on iFnnly's chest.

"Does she have a name?" Kurt asked playing the girls' tiny finger.

Finnly grinned. "Yeah, she does."

"Sarah Elizabeth Carol Taylor"

Finnly's First Staring Role:

For God's sake, please stay till I am sleeping
And tell Cosette I love her
And I'll ser her when I wake….

Finnly's final notes rang through the historic Gershwin Theatre. She then died with on the stage as the red velvet curtain fell. The audience was upstanding as they applauded the new Fantine's performance in the revival of 'Les Miserables'.

"She was" Kurt started.

"Amazing" Blaine finished as the two of them clapped their daughter.

Finnly had been cast as Fantine in the new production of 'Les Mis'. And now sitting in the audience with Reed sitting on one side of then and Carol holding Sarah on the other the Hummel-Anderson-Taylor family had never been more proud.

"Wasn't mummy amazing?" Carole cooed at her great-granddaughter on her lap before realizing that she was fast asleep.

After the show Kurt, Blaine, Reed, Carol and Sarah were waiting in the dressing room to the star backstage as Finnly removed her make-up.

"You should be very proud." Carol said kissing Kurt and Blaine on the cheek and giving them a hug. "I only wish your father could have been here." Carol smiled.

"Yeah, he would have loved it." Blaine said hugging Kurt.

"Hey baby." Finnly said coming out of the dressing room and picking up her daughter and spinning around the room. "So?" She asked as Sarah played with her necklace. "What did everyone think?"

"Baby." Kurt smiled as he cupped her face. "You were outstanding. Don't tell Aunt Rachel but you were the best Fantine ever!"

"Finnly!" A young stage hand yelled as he opened the dressing room door. "Reviews are in." he beamed as he handed her the latest copy of the 'New York Times'. The dressing room filled with excitement as Finnly manically flipped through the paper.

She came to the Arts section and began to read frantically.

"Out loud." Blaine cheered.

"Okay." She smiled. "The full-bodied, womanly voice and sultry mannerisms of Finnly Taylor (the daughter of Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson known in the fashion and music industries respectively) fit magically with the high-impact role of Fantine, the ill-used factory-worker-turned prostitute. (This is the only performance of "Les Misérables" I've attended in which Fantine's powerhouse ballad, "I Dreamed a Dream," not only stopped the show but brought the house down.)" The woman exclaimed excitedly.

"Baby you're a hit!" Reed said pulling his wife in for a kiss.

"I always knew you would be." Kurt smiled as he kissed his daughter on the cheek.

Finnly's First Experience with Cancer:

"Stage four, pancreatic cancer." The doctor's voice echoed through the room.

Finnly sucked inn a sharp breath. She knew it was bad. She knew when she saw her father losing copious amounts of weight it was bad. She knew when she found him vomiting blood it was bad. And she knew when Kurt too weak to even open the door to her loft it was bad. But nothing had prepared her for this.

Finnly then turn her head to see how Blaine was coping. She saw him reach out to grab on to whatever he could find, gasping for air, trying to comprehend what he was being told. Finnly took her curly haired father's hand as the doctor continued to talk. Neither one of them could fully understand what he was saying they just heard the words 'radiation', 'chemotherapy', and lastly 'terminal'.

"Terminal?" Blaine choked out.

"I'm sorry, but where the carcinoma is located it is inoperable. It surrounds the artery that supplies all of the blood to the pancreas. We can shrink it with radiation and chemotherapy but with the stage and the spreading of the cancer I would only we buying you a few more months." The doctor explained.

"Months?" Blaine asked. "Months? Two days ago we were sitting on the balcony talking about Rio and now months?" Blaine was verging on hysterical.

"Dad," Finnly said trying to calm him.

"No. no. Just no." Blaine reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "Here." Blaine took out a few hundred dollar bills and shoved them at the doctor. "Buy me a cure. Buy me a cure." He threw more money at the doctor. "I worked day in and day out and now I have more money then I know what to do with. But what is the point? What is the point when all you can buy is months so-" Blaine grabbed a massive wad of cash. "Buy me a cure." He said as he threw it at the doctor before shoving him out the door and breaking down into a fit of sobs.

"Daddy?" Finnly said as she put and hand on her father's shoulder. He just shrugged it off. Finnly looked at Kurt who was already pulling the blankets off the bed. He lowered the bed rail and swung he legs over the side and with Finnly's help stood up and walked over to his husband who was now kneeling on the floor. He bobbed down and wrapped his arm's protectively around the sobbing man.

Kurt leaned in so his and Blaine's cheeks were touching before whispering. "Let's go all the way tonight." He kissed away a now falling tear. "No regrets just love." Kurt then sat of the floor and pulled Blaine close to him so he was leaning against the frail man's chest. "We can dance until we die." Blaine let out another choked sob. "You and I will be young forever."

Finnly's First Major Loss:

The respirator went up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The faint hiss of air could be heard along with the slow and weak beeping from the heart rate monitor. Finnly held tight on her father's hand, her fingers intertwined within her fathers' bony ones. Kurt's frail hand lifted his daughters up and kissed it. His chest heaving as he turned to look at Blaine. His lover, husband, friend and soul mate.

Kurt managed to grab a hold of his bedside railing and pull himself the the left side of the bed. He looked back over at Blaine who looked at him with confusion and then remembered the first time Kurt was in hospital after Karofsky attacked him and he pulled the exact same stunt to get Blaine into the hospital bed. Kurt then reached over to lower the side railing but Blaine's hand touched his and they did it together.

Blaine slipped off his shoes and climbed into the hospital bed. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and laid his head on his chest. Blaine lovingly stoking Kurt's hair as they lay together.

"It was a quiet day on November 9th when I was walking down the stairs of Dalton Academy." Kurt said hoarsely as he looked over to Blaine.

"You grabbed the attention of the best looking boy you could find as they all hurried past you on the stairs." Blaine smiled.

"You introduced yourself to him before inquiring to what was happening." Finnly said her voice breaking.

"The mysterious dark haired boy told me that their show choir was throwing an impromptu performance and that the whole school viewed them as rocked stars." Kurt sighed.

"I then took my hand and led you running through the scenic halls of Dalton on my secret shortcut." Blaine all but sobbed.

"It was when you reached the bustling common room that he handed another boy his bag and began to serenade you with Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream'." Finnly said kissing her father's hand.

"And have loved him ever since." Kurt whispered. The man's breathing began to slow until the weak rise and fall of his chest just stopped. That was it. Nothing dramatic, no final song, no pause, no shining light, everything just stopped.

Finnly's First Time Alone:

It had been only four months since Finnly had lost Kurt and now standing in her living room she realized that she was alone. Blaine was gone. The stress of losing Kurt had been too much for his heart and it gave in on the four month anniversary of Kurt's death. Finnly had found him sitting in Kurt's old leather recliner. He looked so peaceful, almost as if he was asleep. But when she tried to wake him up for dinner she couldn't. The ambulance came but there was nothing they could do.

So here she was, a fifty four year old woman, completely alone. Yes she had a loving husband and a beautiful daughter who had just been accepted into Yale but her parents were gone. Her mentors, her best friends, her guardians who were always there through think and thin, through good times and bad. And now she had to face a room full of people at her father's wake.

"How are you holding up?" Reed asked as he placed a supportive arm around Finnly's shoulder.

Finnly tried to answer but instead burst into tears. "Oh sweetie. What's the matter?" Reed said pulling her into a hug.

"It's just that-" Finnly let out another sob. "All those people keep going on and on about how they loved them. And they all have some stupid personal memory to share. But-" Took a deep shaking breath. "They weren't their fathers', they were mine. And that's gone now, it's all gone. The bed they brought me for my birthday, the dress they brought me for my first school dance. It's just gone." Finnly said as she hugged Reed tighter.

"They may be gone." Reed said wiping away a tear. "But they will never be forgotten."

Finnly's First Grandchildren:

Finnly wiped away a tear as she placed a long-stemmed red rose on each other her fathers' graves. The woman knelt down the ground as she looked the shared plots. It was hard to believe that two of the most amazing people she had ever met were now buried.

"Mum?" Sarah asked placing a hand on her mother's shoulder.

"Oh, Sarah, sweetie you shouldn't be out in the cold. Come on, let's get you inside." Finnly said sounding surprised at her daughter's presence.

"Mum, I'm fine. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm made of porcelain" Sarah said rolling her eyes at her mothers' over protectiveness. The girl lowered herself to the ground to kneel beside her mother.

Porcelain. Finnly thought remembering her father's nickname from high school.

Wiping a fresh tear Finnly forced a smile. "Yes. But that is my grandbaby in there and I don't want anything to happen to it."

"Him," Sarah smiled. "I just got back from the doctor and it is a him."

"Him?" Finnly smiled in wonder as she placed a hand on her daughter's stomach.

"Hims" Sarah smiled again.

"Twins? Twin boys"

Sarah nodded as she guided her mother's hand to the left side of her stomach. "Kurt," she then moved her hand to the right side. "And Blaine."

Finnly was speechless, all she could do was pull her daughter into a tight hug.


And that is it. The end of an era. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I would like to thank everyone who read this story and review, favorite and subscribed. You are all my motivation and this story would not be finished without every one of you. So thank you all.