A/N: Ackkkk! I'm sorry it's taken so long to update, there were lots of midterms and that fun thing called a "job" that kept getting in the way. Anyways, enough excuses.

I hope you guys are all enjoying the story as much as I do; it's been fun to write. I've been trying to make sure that while this is a crossover that it still holds a lot of ground as being about Kurt and Blaine, not just Carl and Ellie. I wanted them to have their own traditions and things that made them a freakin' adorable couple that have known each other for so many years. Onto the third chapter!

When Blaine heard the knock on his door, he thought nothing of it but to just huff and ignore it. It was probably some solicitor or those pesky neighbors next door that had made it their life mission to check up on the "poor old widow next door, bless his soul."

Blaine found the grumpier he was, the more likely he could get rid of people. So he muttered, mumbled, and murmured everyone out of his life until he was finally alone.

Life went on. There were still bills to pay and the studio to run while he looked for someone to take charge. It only took a few short weeks to find a lovely young dancing couple, Tina and Mike, to take over the dance studio for him. They were more than willing to allow him to go the studio any time he wanted, and often, he would. But sometimes it was just too hard to be in the place that he and Kurt had built their livelihood and prospered all those years.

Just like their home. The house they had made their home after all the years of living there was sometimes too hard to bear as well. But then he would see some knick knack Kurt had placed in a window sill and smile at the memories. There was one particular vase in the front window, one that they had seen in a flea market when they were first married. It had been lovely, a short but slim vase with intricate designs that had initially caught Blaine's eye. When Kurt had looked at the bottom of it, he saw "Made in New York" etched into the porcelain. After that, they knew it was a sign to buy it and have it as a reminder of when they would one day go on their grand adventure.

Dusting the hallway was always something he and Kurt did together, one person cleaning their side of the area until they met at the front door. There they would put both hands over the handle, covering each other's until the person whose hand on top was allowed to bestow the first kiss after cleaning. It was silly, but they loved to see who could sneakily get their hand onto the door last to initiate the kisses that would eventually lead back to the bedroom.

Now that it was only Blaine, it took a little longer to get to the door, but he would still rest his hand on the knob and smile. "We had a wonderful life full of kisses, didn't we Kurt?" asked Blaine to the air, his lips framed with years of laugh lines. He patted the door once more and began to walk back slowly to the living room where the furniture they had picked out early in their marriage still sat. Kurt had always been one to remodel and redecorate, but this furniture always stayed because "furniture like that never goes out of style, Blaine, I know what I'm doing." Blaine knew they actually kept it because of the sentimentality, but he wasn't one to dig at Kurt's embarrassment about being a complete sap. Well, most of the time.

Just as he had almost made it to his chair, he heard a knock at the door.

"Who could it be now? The girl scouts aren't going to be coming by for at least another month," grumbled Blaine as he retraced his steps again. When he finally reached the door and opened it, Blaine saw a young businessman in a suit that he knew Kurt would have appraised.

"Good evening sir, are you the owner of this establishment?" asked the young man, and Blaine eyed him suspiciously.

"Who wants to know?" Blaine asked gruffly.

"I'm with Frederickson's Housing Business, and I was hoping to speak to you about possibly selling your house."

"It's not for sale." Blaine felt possessiveness take over his judgment. What was this man talking about? This was his house; he and Kurt had paid a mortgage on this house since his parents had paid for the down payment right after their wedding. Who was this man to come and offer to buy it off of him?

"I don't mean to be rude, but sir, perhaps you should think this through? How much longer can you keep up with this house once you're a little older? Don't you think this is a little too big for one person?" asked the businessman calmly, and Blaine felt his eyes roam over his wrinkled, slightly stooped appearance. He was no spring chicken, but to comment on his physical ability?

"I don't know who raised you to have such manners, but when I was younger I didn't go around telling my elders that they were old and not capable of taking care of themselves, even if it was said in a subtle way," said Blaine, raising an eyebrow. "Now I'm sorry, but I've really got to go take my Metamucil now, wouldn't want to fall over without my emergency button to groan out 'Help, I've fallen and can't get up!' this early in the morning. Now, good day."

Blaine slammed the door in the man's face, taking pleasure in how he had begun to look embarrassed as Blaine called him out.

Blaine continued to get calls and men in business suits coming to his door to ask if he was selling. And every time, he would reply with a curt no and hang up or slam the door in their face. But the calls began to become more frequent, using words like "eminent domain," "rights" and "soon to be demolished."

It soon dawned on Blaine that no matter what, they were somehow going to get this house because it was in the way of a new government project for an extended Link Light Rail that would branch out from Seattle. And no matter what Blaine could do, they weren't going to stop until he had finally given in and allowed them to wreck the house he had loved and been loved in for over fifty years.

Technically what they were doing was legal; it was a part of the Constitution. Because they were going to use the area for a "public use," Blaine had to pack up everything that made this his home, all the memories and the wonderful times Kurt and Blaine had together. Of course, they had compensated him monetarily, but to Blaine that would never make up for the intangible things he was giving up.

Packing was the hardest part for Blaine. Rachel and Finn had even come out with some of their kids who offered to help pack. That week was probably one of the best he had experienced since Kurt had died, as they all reminisced the good times they had spent together.

"Uncle Blaine, what's this?" asked Barbra, Rachel and Finn's oldest daughter. There was no way that Finn would stop her from at least naming one of their children after her biggest idol.

Blaine looked up from the stack of receipts and bills in their filing cabinet for taxes and the like, when he saw that she was holding Kurt's Glamour Book in her hands. Blaine smiled, reaching out for the book. "This was Kurt's Glamour Book, he said he was going to use it to write and photograph his biggest adventures," said Blaine, gently touching the aged surface of the journal.

"Blaine." He looked up to see Finn and Rachel looking at him, and Rachel squeezed his hand. "I think it's time you finally go on that adventure. It's what Kurt would have wanted."

"I know," said Blaine quietly. "It's just so hard to let all of this go."

"Y'know, you don't have to," said Finn. "At least, not all the stuff. We can keep some of it for you until you figure out where you want to go next."

"Thanks, that really means a lot to me," replied Blaine, smiling up at Finn. Even with age, Finn hadn't really shrunk as much as he had hoped he would. "Some of this will just have to be moved across the country, but for now, storage." Finn and Rachel nodded, understanding.

When they had finally left, Blaine walked throughout the house slowly, drinking in the sight of the home where he had made so many mistakes, had birthdays, anniversaries and had maddeningly wonderful days of sex and pure laziness. It felt odd, letting all of this go, but it was time to move on.

Blaine had refunded the tickets, just after Kurt had died. It was better to save it then to watch it just waste away. But he was still able to hold onto those tickets, the ones that had his and Kurt's names on them, and their seats that were side by side. He'd put them next to their favorite vase, the one from New York they so admired, and just look at them from time to time. But now was not the time for looking. Blaine went over to the table and scooped them up, staring at them for a moment before he put them into Kurt's Glamour Book. Blaine wanted them with him as he traveled to New York to finally have that adventure.

"Looks like we're going, Kurt," said Blaine as he looked to the photo of the two of them on the wall. He kissed his fingers, letting it touch the photographed Kurt's lips and smiled. "It's time to go on an adventure."

A/N: For anyone who is wondering, what they did to Blaine is possible under the Fifth Amendment of the United States' Constitution and "eminent domain." Go look it up, it's real interesting! As for the Link Light Rail, I took a few liberties, guessing that maybe in 50 years or so they might try to extend that Link Light Rail not only from Redmond, but to closer surrounding areas as well. Or who knows? Maybe we'll finally get flying cars and teleportation, wouldn't that be dandy?

As always, I'd love for critiques and commentary! I'm always hoping to improve my writing. :]