All You Needed Was Me


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"Hurry up, they'll be here soon," Kurt said, throwing Blaine's shoes to him.

"Relax babe, we're their ride, they won't be going anywhere without us," Blaine said, slipping his shoes on.

They headed out of the door of their apartment in Paris and went to the car Blaine had hired to drive them around. They went to the airport, Kurt chattering about all of the plans he had.

"Oh and Madame Beaumont is going to use the skirt I designed in her winter line, can you believe it?" Kurt burst out happily.

"The fur lined one?" Blaine asked. Kurt had become quite the designer and had shown Blaine so many sketches and samples, it was hard to keep up.

"Of course the fur lined one. You wouldn't use a peasant skirt in a winter line, Blaine," Kurt said, his chin in the air.

"What was I thinking?" Blaine said indulgently.

"Do you think they'll like the room we got them?" Kurt asked, suddenly nervous.

"Babe, they'll love it. Calm down," Blaine assured him.

They arrived at the airport just in time and Kurt hurried them through the maze of hallways and escalators. Just reaching the gate where they couldn't go any further, Kurt began straining his neck, trying to see around the people in the way.

"There they are," he squealed.

"Kurt! Blaine!" the familiar voice called.

"Colton! Jason!" Kurt yelled in return.

The two crossed the security line and Kurt threw himself at his friends. It had been too long since he'd seen them. They'd visited off and on over the last three years, but it never seemed to be enough.

"I've missed you guys," Kurt said, his voice breaking.

"We've missed you too, Diva," Jason said, squeezing him tight and nodding a greeting to Blaine. He was standing off to the side, smiling at the scene.

The greetings and hugs lasted a few more minutes before they went to retrieve the luggage and head back to the waiting car.

Blaine directed them to the right hotel and Kurt bounced excitedly. "You guys are going to love this place, it's like a freaking palace," he said.

"We're just glad to be in Paris," Colton said, his nose against the window, taking in the sights.

Once they were in the hotel and Colton and Kurt had oohed and aahed over everything from the furniture to the view, the four sat down.

"I'm mad at you, by the way," Kurt said, frowning at the two.

"What'd we do?" Jason asked indignantly.

"You eloped! You freaking eloped and I wasn't there when you got married," Kurt accused.

Colton colored. "I just didn't want to make a big deal of it. It was just for us anyway, so we figured why not. Besides we are here now," he said.

"For a whole month!" Kurt exclaimed, clapping his hands, his pout immediately over.

"Hey, Blaine, congrats on your book deal. What is this the third or fourth book?" Jason asked.

Blaine tried not to look too pleased. "It's my fourth. I'll be starting my book tour in a couple months. Can you believe people actually want me to sign the books? It's crazy."

"It's totally not crazy. You are amazingly talented," Kurt said smugly. Colton nodded his agreement. "But more congratulations are due," Kurt announced.

Blaine grabbed his hand, grinning instantly.

"What? Did it happen? Are you going to?" Colton asked, jumping up.

"We're going to be parents!" Kurt squealed, jumping up and down with Colton.

Jason went and shook Blaine's hand before pulling him into a hug. "Congrats, man. Wow, you a dad, huh?"

Blaine paled a little. "Yeah, me a dad. It's crazy."

"So? Tell us everything," Colton said, sitting down again.

Kurt couldn't stop smiling. "Her name is Colette, isn't that precious? She is three months old with the most adorable brown curls all over her little head. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green, almost hazel like Blaine's. We were approved and we should have her within the month. So if everything goes well, you two will be able to meet her!"

Colton sat there, dazed. "I am so incredibly happy for you," he said.

"Me too. Seriously, that's amazing. Colette Hummel-Anderson," Jason mused.

"Actually," Blaine interrupted. "She will be Colette Elizabeth Hummel. After that last blow up with my mother, I changed my last name to Hummel. So we are Kurt and Blaine Hummel now."

Kurt couldn't hold back his smile. It was just one more way that Blaine was his, now that they shared a name.

"What about your books?" Colton asked after another round of congratulations.

"We are going to reprint them with Blaine Hummel on them," Blaine said with a shrug. "Easy enough. The publishing company loves me so they were only too happy to agree to this."

"You make them enough money," Kurt said.

Blaine just hugged him closer. "We have a question for you guys," he said, looking at Colton and Jason.

"We would be honored if you two would be Colette's godparents," he announced.

Colton and Jason stared at them before Colton began crying. "Of course! We would be honored. Oh my god, I can't believe this! It's amazing! I'm gonna be a godpapa!"

"Hey, thanks for the honor, man," Jason said. "We accept, obviously."

This, of course, required another round of hugs. Finally Blaine pulled Kurt away.

"Well, we are going to get out of your hair," Blaine said. "Call us when you're ready for dinner and we'll come pick you up."

"Sounds good," Jason said.

Kurt and Blaine left, returning to the car. "Let's go to the tower," Kurt suggested on a whim.

Blaine looked at him but gave the instructions to the driver.

Soon they were standing on the lower balcony of the Eiffel Tower. Kurt looked out over everything, feeling so full, he couldn't hold it in.

"Blaine, I am so happy," he said, a wide smile on his face.

"I know, babe. I am too. We'll have her soon," Blaine said. He already loved his soon-to-be daughter. She was a delight and so beautiful it made him ache.

"And then we'll be a family," Kurt sighed. "And we'll never leave her."

"And we'll accept her as she is," Blaine added.

"A family," Kurt said, leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder, staring out at the world around them.

"Forever," Blaine agreed, smiling and pulling Kurt closer to him. Anything was possible, even being happy. He could handle that.

"Love you, Blaine."

"Love you, too, babe."


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I am crying as I write this. I love this story, I love the characters. If anyone has any sort of artistic tendencies, could I request a pic of Kurt and Blaine with little Colette? Or their wedding? I'd love to have something to remember this story by. I did skip three years into the future for the epilogue and I reserve the right to come back sometime and write one-shots about their Paris adventures. I sincerely thank each and every one of you for reading, reviewing, subscribing and favoriting this story. You guys made this possible and made it the longest story I've ever written. I will be starting my new story soon. It's going to be called "Sleep Sweet My Love", a Klaine story with heartache, hope, and a little supernatural twist. Thank you again, and I hope to see you soon. Don't forget, I have four other stories already complete that you can read. Goodbye for now….