A/N This is the epilogue, the final addition to this story. Thank you so much for taking this journey with me, and it really means the world to me that you guys loved this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This ending brought many happy tears to my eyes, so until next time :)

Three Years Later...

"Bye Papa!" Mikey called to Sebastian, waving enthusiastically as he took both Kurt and Blaine's hands as per usual. "Bye Davey! See you later!"

Karofsky smiled down affectionately at the child, squeezing Sebastian's shoulder for comfort, who was looking a little downcast but smiled all the same.

"See you later big guy," Sebastian waved back, big bags evident under his eyes as a few lone tears slipped out. He wasn't going to be able to take his son for his big first day. But he knew it was for the best.

"Babe, you look a little tired," Karofsky acknowledged with concern, cupping Sebastian's face and kicking the door shut behind him. The last thing that Kurt and Blaine heard was, "Let's get you your meds and curl up and watch TV, okay?"

"Dave seems good for him," Blaine commented, smiling over at Kurt as they walked slowly together with Mikey jaunting in-between them. "Seb appears a lot more grounded. I just didn't expect them to move to New York after all this time."

"He wants to see his son more often, it's completely understandable," Kurt agreed, returning Blaine's grin with a contented smile. "And Mikey's warmed up to Karofsky, haven't you Mikey?"

Mikey ignored him, enthralled with his surroundings, still not quite used to the tall buildings of New York and the wonder they held for his young mind. "Where is my new school?"

Kurt chuckled squeezing Mikey's little hand. "Just a few more blocks. Are you ready?"

"Of course I am," Mikey scoffed like it was no big deal starting kindergarten for the first time. "I'm going to tell them all about my daddies and show them my rock collection."

"Sounds great bud," Blaine said genially. "Do you want us to come in with you?"

Mikey's eyes widened with horror as if the possibility of needing an escort by his parents was the most mortifying thing in the world. Ugh how embarrassing.. he thought. "No, just be here to pick me up," he decided with a little nod of his precious blonde head.

They walked in comfortable silence, Kurt humming a familiar tune and Blaine just couldn't stop smiling and fidgeting. He was just so happy for what was to come, but also anxious. Time sure does fly.

"Here we are," Kurt announced, getting down on his knees and adjusting Mikey's backpack upon his small shoulders. "You tell us if any of the kids give you trouble, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Mikey rolled his eyes as Kurt choked up, pulling him in for a tight hug. Blaine leaned down, patting his son's shoulder who was giving him the look 'Wood Nymph is getting all emotional again Daddy!' Blaine laughed loudly when Kurt withdrew, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Shut up," Kurt scolded weakly. "This is his first day of school. It's a big deal."

"I know," Blaine said warmly, holding Kurt tightly to his side as Mikey bid them farewell, crossing the sidewalk with a large group of children. Blaine knew Mikey would be alright, he was a good kid.

They both stood there for a while until Mikey's blonde head had disappeared out of sight, waving once more and sniffling back a few tears. "He's so big now," Kurt sobbed quietly, lacing his fingers with Blaine's as they started to head back to the apartment.

"Hey," Blaine said suddenly, voice filled with promise. "Mind if we make a detour."

"Sure," Kurt shrugged. "It is a really beautiful day."

After walking briskly for a few blocks, Blaine slowed down as they approached the familiar bar. Kurt gave him a quizzical look.

"It's a little bit early to drink Blaine," Kurt pointed out with a small upturn of his lips. "Are you really that stressed out?"

"It's the bar where we first met," Blaine mused, his heart hammering out of his chest and prayed that Kurt really didn't notice he was actually dying of nerves.

"I know it is," Kurt said flippantly. "But why are we here when we could be making love with the little time we have alone these days, at home."

Blaine's dick twitched in his pants, but he pressed on. "I just wanted to show you something."

"Okay," Kurt huffed out irritably before striding into the bar. He stopped abruptly just inside the spinning doorway once he realized that the inside of the bar looked completely foreign.

There were roses and candles everywhere. There were delicacies and pastries and a handsome looking man at the ready to make any sort of drink. "Blaine what is all this-"

Kurt gasped, his words dying in his throat as he saw Blaine lower to one knee looking completely nervous, his eyes wide and shining with anticipation.

Oh my god.

"Kurt," Blaine began his voice shaky as his hand disappeared into his coat pocket revealing a small black box. "You are my whole world. My soulmate. My partner. You, me and Mikey are family. You complete us, but there's just one little thing missing."

Blaine lifted the lid to reveal a shining silver band with a small inscription that Kurt could only make out a small word, 'forever' but it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Blaine continued, "I can't live another day without knowing you are going to be my husband."

Kurt started to cry, his heart fluttering as he bounced on the balls of his feet smiling down at Blaine until his face hurt. He couldn't believe this was happening now. It was sooner than he expected, but he was so, so ready. His father would have been so proud.

"You don't need to say a speech Blaine," Kurt interrupted, his voice breathless. "I already know."

Blaine laughed nervously, clearing his throat. "A-alright. Kurt, will you marry me?"

Kurt squealed hoping desperately it wasn't a dream, but he was certain. Blaine's honey eyes kept him there, knowing that this was the most real moment of his life. He finally choked out, realizing that he'd been holding his breath for quite a while, "Yes, Blaine of course I will marry you!"

Tears leaked out of Blaine's eyes as a huge smile stretched across his face. With shaking hands, he looked like the happiest man in the world as he slipped the ring on Kurt, knowing full well that 3 years ago it was nothing like this. But what mattered most was that they got here. Finally.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms, kissing him passionately as the ring glinted off his left ring finger, a symbol that he was forever Blaine's.