5 years later...
"She's beautiful," Kurt whispered, holding his new-born baby cradled against his chest, gently stroking her light smattering of honey-colored hair as she peacefully slept.
"Of course she is. She's ours," Blaine responded, standing on his toes to peer over his husband's shoulder to observe his little baby girl, arms wrapped carefully around the older man's waist.
"What are we going to name her?" Kurt asked.
The two men were still currently in the hospital, their little baby girl being born less than an hour ago to their surrogate mother. The baby looked just like Kurt, which Blaine was so thankful for. They had agreed that if they tried again for another one, which they probably would, then Blaine would be the sperm-donor, but Blaine wasn't thinking about that right now.
Right now, all Blaine could think was that his life was absolutely perfect. He had his husband, Kurt, and a beautiful baby girl, who looked as stunning as the man he loved. Blaine had been instantly smitten with his daughter the second he saw her, and he knew immediately that he would do whatever it took to protect her and take care of her.
"Is it weird that I kind of want to name her after my mom? I mean, she kind of set us up, along with my dad... in a really messed up, demented way, all those many years ago," Blaine admitted. Kurt giggled softly, careful not to wake the baby.
"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. Your mom would love that. And could her middle name be Carole? I feel like it would make my mom finally feel like a full part of the family. Charlotte Carole Hummel-Anderson. It's perfect."
"She's perfect," Blaine whispered softly in response, nodding his head. Kurt gently turned around to face his husband, and shifted Charlotte into her father's hands.
"She's ours," Kurt whispered, watching his husband, the love of his life, rock their child in his arms. It was the most beautiful thing Kurt had ever seen.
"Blaine, hurry up! Our plane leaves in two hours, and you know it will take forever to get to the airport!" Kurt rushed his husband, who was still packing the last few items in his suitcase.
"Is Charlotte all packed?" Blaine asked, zipping up his suitcase and pulling it to the front door of their apartment.
"Yes! Obviously. I packed all of her things yesterday," Kurt huffed.
"Obviously," Blaine echoed, giving his husband a teasing smile and a quick kiss. "Go grab Charlotte out of her crib and then I'll be ready to go."
"Okay," Kurt said, hurrying off to gather his daughter.
Kurt could hardly believe it had been a whole month since he brought his daughter home from the hospital. He couldn't believe how smoothly that month had gone, as well. Of course, he never slept, and his clothes were severely suffering due to spit-up and spilled food, but he had never been happier. And he still loved watching Blaine interact with Charlotte. He was such a good father, which Kurt always knew he would be. And Charlotte was all he could ask for in a daughter, as well. She never cried too much, and if she did, all it took was a lullaby to get her to fall back asleep, she fit perfectly in both Kurt and Blaine's arms, and, even at only a month old, she was already strikingly beautiful, just like her papa, Blaine would always say.
And now they were taking her back home to Ohio so their parents could finally meet her. It was hard enough for them to wait a month, and they hated that they couldn't be there when she was born, but the mother had gone into labor early and they just couldn't get a flight up, plus their jobs kept them busy and tickets weren't cheap. So Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson convinced their families to stay put in Ohio, and they would come to them once they felt Charlotte could handle it.
"We're going to be that annoying couple with the obnoxious crying baby on this flight, aren't we?" Blaine joked once they were in the cab and on the way to the airport.
"Oh god. We're so old. How did this happen? Where did our lives go, Blaine?" Kurt moaned.
"I don't know about you, but I'm still young," Blaine announced proudly. "I'm only 23. Now you, on the other hand... already in your 30s? What a shame."
"You're incorrigible and I hate you," Kurt sighed.
"You love me," Blaine smiled.
"I really, really do."
"Mom? Dad?" Both Kurt and Blaine called out upon entering Kurt's old home. The families had decided to meet there so everyone could be together at once.
"They're here!" Kurt heard Carole squeal, then saw her round the corner and rush over to hug him. "Oh, look at you, Kurt. You look handsome as ever. How do you manage to still look so handsome with a new-born baby around?" Carole asked, cupping her step-son's face with her hands and turning his head left and right to get a good look at him.
"Moisturizing. I always told you it would help out," Kurt joked.
Finally, Burt, Finn, Charlotte, and Bill entered the entryway of the house as well, all rushing forward at once to hug their children, and brothers, in Finn's case.
"Careful of Charlotte!" Blaine exclaimed. Charlotte was currently resting in his arms, looking around at all the new faces with wide, curious eyes.
"Oh my god, she's beautiful," Charlotte Anderson exclaimed. "I still can't get over the fact you named her after me."
"Well, she's just as beautiful as her grandmother. Both of them, really, so it only made sense," Kurt smiled, reaching out to hug his mother-in-law.
It was then that Kurt and Blaine both looked up at their fathers, then exchanged a look when they saw that Burt and Bill were currently standing further back, silently crying as they stared at baby Charlotte.
"Dad, you okay? Bill?" Kurt asked, grinning smugly at them, knowing all too well how overwhelming it could be to just be in the presence of his daughter.
"She's beautiful," Burt choked out. "You did good, kid."
Burt stepped forward to hug his son, then walked over to Blaine, giving him a pat on the back before reading out his hands, signaling that he would like to hold his granddaughter.
Charlotte Hummel-Anderson had been a little restless, wriggling around quite a bit in Blaine's arms after the long flight, but the second she got into Burt's arms, she instantly snuggled down, on the brink of sleep. Burt giggled, gently, lightly petting her hair.
Bill watched his good friend lull his granddaughter to sleep. "Blaine, son, I am so proud of you. You two both did good. And she is absolutely gorgeous."
"I get to hold her next," Charlotte exclaimed. "She is named after me after all!"
"Then Uncle Finn!" Finn finally exclaimed.
And that is how the rest of the evening went, each family member taking turns holding the baby, and catching up with Kurt and Blaine.
When it was finally time for baby Charlotte to go to sleep, putting her in Kurt's old baby crib that had temporarily been placed in Kurt's old bedroom, where Kurt and Blaine would be sleeping during their time home, the adults were finally able to just sit around the living room and enjoy being together as a family again. It had felt like so long since they had all been together.
"I remember when you two first got together, five years ago," Charlotte reminisced. "I mean, obviously, I remember the first time you two even met, when you were both just young boys. But when you two finally got together, even as friends. Blaine called me, like, a week after he got back to New York after seeing Kurt again, and I knew immediately that he was in love. He went on and on about Kurt for hours. How excited he was that they had started hanging out, how wonderful Kurt was, how funny Kurt was, how handsome Kurt was... he wouldn't shut up. And I was so happy, because Kurt always went out of his way to look out for Blaine before. Don't think I never noticed, Kurt, how good you were to my son. And I just couldn't wait until you two got together."
"Yes, yes, mom. Kurt's heard this all before. Please stop torturing me," Blaine moaned, hiding his face in his hands.
"Oh, that's nothing. At least you fessed up to your feelings," Burt retorted. "Kurt here didn't have a clue. I knew months before he did. From the second you two saw each other again, I hoped you would end up together. I could tell that what you boys had was real. And then when you finally did get together and Kurt called me and told me, I swear I could hear the smile in his voice. I just knew you would be good for him, Blaine. You always were."
"Same for Kurt. Kurt, you were always so good to our son. I was so pleased when I found out you two were together," Bill commented.
"Oh, god. I wish I had known that when I asked your permission to marry Blaine. I was so scared," Kurt laughed. "I obviously had nothing to worry about. I mean, I freaked out enough when we told them we were together, Blaine, and they were so excited about that, just like you said they would be. But still... I thought I was going to pass out from fear."
"I thought you were too," Bill said, grinning fondly at his son-in-law. "It probably didn't help that I jokingly gave you a hard time. Yelling at you for stealing away my baby boy, asking why you couldn't pick someone your own age."
"YOU DID WHAT?" Blaine howled, not believing his father could be so cruel.
"Shhh, Blaine. Charlotte!" Kurt warned, reminding him of their sleeping baby girl upstairs.
"It was only a joke. But I think I scarred Kurt for life. I immediately said yes, once I teased him a bit. I honestly couldn't ask for a better man for my boy. I mean, I picked him out all those years ago to take care of you, so it would be pretty hypocritical of me to say no to him taking care of you now," Bill said.
"I take care of him, too..." Blaine mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.
"Yes, baby. You do," Kurt cooed, leaning over to kiss his husband on the cheek.
"And their wedding. Absolutely splendid," Charlotte said, thinking back to that day, three years ago. "It was the same week the first issue Kurt's fashion magazine, Kurtsy, hit the stands, and Blaine's album made it to number one on iTunes the night before, making their wedding absolutely unforgettable, as if it wouldn't already be unforgettable on its own. I could never forget that. I was so proud of both of them."
"I have Kurt to thank for that. I mean, for my album going number one, and for marrying me, too, I suppose," Blaine said with a grin. "But I never would have gotten signed if he hadn't arranged it for me at his fashion debut," Blaine said, wrapping his arms around his husband, and resting his head on his shoulder.
"Oh, I don't believe that for a second," Kurt argued. "You would have been a star with or without me. You are a natural talent, Blaine Hummel-Anderson. Me, on the other hand... I would have given up on my fashion dreams if you hadn't been there supporting me and cheering me on. And then you helped me search for my own office space and read through all the employee's applications, and it all just kind of took off from there. And now here I am, in charge of my own fashion firm, with Kurtsy rivaling Vogue sales, just like I said it would," Kurt smiled smugly, proud of his own success. "As for being thankful to me for marrying you. Sweetheart, I would marry you again in a heartbeat. So thank you."
"I still can't believe this is our life, sometimes," Blaine sighed.
"I remember crying for hours when they called and said I was going to be a grandmother," Carole reminisced. "They had been searching for months before they finally found a surrogate, and it caused so much heart ache and stress for so long, but now I have this beautiful baby girl for a granddaughter."
"Who looks just like her papa," Blaine said with a smile, looking over at Kurt.
"The next one will have to look like you. I demand it for my own selfish gain," Kurt pouted.
"Anyway, it's late. We should probably all go to bed. I'm sure Charlotte will wake you two up at least a few times tonight, and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow," Burt announced, yawning and stretching as he stood from the couch.
"I'm so happy we're all together again," Charlotte announced, as she stood and started gathering her things to make her way back next door with her husband.
"And we have this whole week together. I can hardly stand how happy it makes me," Carole said.
"Same, it's so good to have our boys back. Anyway, we'll let you all get some sleep. See you tomorrow morning at breakfast," Bill said, as he and his wife left and made their way across the street, content to know they would be back in the morning and spend the whole week with the Hummel's and their son and granddaughter.
"Good night, boys," Burt said. "Sleep tight. And we're so, so happy to have you home."
"You too, dad. And we're happy to be home," Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine as they began to make their way upstairs.
"Good night!" Blaine called over his shoulder.
The two men crept quietly into Kurt's old room, careful not to wake their daughter, then quickly changed into pajamas and crawled into bed, automatically wrapping their arms around one another and cuddling close together like they did every night.
"It's so good to be home," Kurt whispered.
"It is. I'm so glad our parents got to meet Charlotte. I just want to show her off to the world," Blaine whispered back, lightly nuzzling into Kurt's neck, breathing in the scent of his husband.
"Don't do that," Kurt whimpered.
"Don't do what?" Blaine questioned.
"Nuzzle me and breathe me in and turn me on. It's not fair. We can't have sex again until we get home next week," Kurt whined, quietly.
"Kurt! Oh my god! Don't say that in front of the baby," Blaine gasped.
"Okay, first of all, she's asleep. She can't hear us. Second of all, even if she could hear us, she wouldn't understand. She's a month old, Blaine."
"Fine. But eventually, she's gonna figure it out, and I'm not gonna be the one to give her the sex talk," Blaine pouted.
"Oh god. We'll have to do that, won't we?" Kurt moaned.
"Not we. You. We just established that," Blaine teased.
"Oh shut up. I'm having an actual crisis here. We're going to have to deal with her dating. And buy her tampons. And protect her against bullies. And buy her a bra. Oh god. I can't do this," Kurt panicked.
"Oh my god, we've had her a month and you're panicking now?" Blaine sighed, gently rubbing his husband's back to calm him down. "Look, Kurt. You are a wonderful father. You are a wonderful husband. You are the love of my life and the way I see it, you're perfect. You will be fine. Yeah, all of those things are gonna happen eventually, but we'll deal with them as they come. We'll figure things out. And we'll have each other to lean on through it all, just like we always have."
"Why are you so perfect?" Kurt sighed, tilting his head to capture his husband's lips in a passionate kiss. "I love you so, so much."
"I love you, too," Blaine replied, drifting easily to sleep, knowing when he woke up, Kurt would be there holding him in the morning, and every day after that for the rest of their lives.
A/N: So that's it... that's the end :( I really loved writing this story. I had been wanting to for a while now, but could never find the time, so it's really satisfying to have finally written it. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I just started another story, Blind Faith, which I'll be continuing, so if you want more, you can check that out.
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