Hey this is a new story that I'm working on and it focuses on Kurt and Blaine as foster parents. Its sort of a sequel to my other story "We Are Family" It is likely that characters like Kim, Tom, Charlie, Annie, Lucas, and even Sami, from my other story will make appearances in this story.

Just a note: the first two chapters will be from 1st POV, but pretty much after that it will be from third person. Enjoy!

Blaine's POV

On the day of your wedding, you think you know exactly what love is. Well, I did anyway. As Kurt walked down the aisle towards me, my heart swelled with joy. This was the man that I was going to be with for the rest of my life. The man who I would wake up next to and share meals with. The man I would care for in sickness and in health and the man who would do the same for me and eventually the man I would start a family with. When Kurt made it to the front of the ceremony space and grabbed my hands, everything felt so surreal. I could hear the officiate talking, but I couldn't break my gaze with Kurt's light green eyes.

"Kurt, do you take Blaine to be your lawfully wedded husband?" was the first thing that I really comprehended that the officiate said. I looked to Kurt and he smiled back at me.

"I do." he said with total confidence in his answer as he ran his thumb over over my knuckles and stared directly into my eyes. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the officiate turn to me.

"And do you, Blaine, take Kurt to be your lawfully wedded husband?" This was a question that I had been waiting my whole life to answer. With no one else but Kurt in my thoughts or in my line of sight, I opened my mouth and said, "I do." Then before I could even register anything, Kurt lunged forwards and pressed his lips against mine. At last, I was finally who I wanted to be. I was Blaine Anderson-Hummel, husband to Kurt Anderson-Hummel. Now, like I said, that was the day that I thought I knew exactly what love was, but boy was I wrong. It wasn't until I held a beautiful, blonde haired little girl in my arms that I knew, truly, what love was.

Kurt and I always knew that we wanted kids, so we wasted no time in doing just that. We got in touch with a surrogacy agency and met the most wonderful woman named Lucy in the waiting room. She was blonde with green eyes that looked exactly like Kurts. I'd swear that they were twins because they looked so much alike. She spoke with us in the waiting room and I felt such a strong connection between the three of us. Our conversation with Lucy was cut short when the director of the agency called us into her office. She spoke with us about the process and all the different costs that would come with it. I understood that it was her job to let us know everything about the surrogacy process, but she really didn't need to. Our minds were made up and we were going through with this. We were going to be fathers. After she finished talking to us, she handed us these huge books filled with pictures and information about possible surrogates. When I opened the book to the very first page, something magical happened. The first picture, and possible surrogate, was Lucy. I leaned over to Kurt and showed him the picture. I knew that he was feeling the exact way that I was and that our minds were made up.

"We'd like this one, Lucy Owens, to be our surrogate." I said to the director. She smiled back at Kurt and I.

"Good choice." she told us. From there, it was history. Lucy became our surrogate and carried our healthy baby girl to term. Waiting in the hospital the day that my daughter was born had to be, or at least it felt, like the longest day of my life. I watched Kurt, the love of my life, care for this girl, who had agreed to do the greatest act of kindness for us, go through one of the most pain processes known to man. Kurt fed her ice chips and let her squeeze his hand through the contractions. I knew that he was going to be an amazing father. Me, on the other hand, I wasn't so sure enough. I had never even had a real father until I was seventeen. What kind of father would I be? Would I know what to do? I just didn't know.

After a ten hour long labor, I stood on one side of Lucy's bed and Kurt stood on the other, each of us holding one of her hands as she screamed and pushed out our little girl.

"I can't do this!" she shrieked in pain as tears ran down her face. I didn't know what to do. What do you tell a woman in that position? Luckily, Kurt did. He leaned in close and whispered something into her ear, something I couldn't hear. She looked up at him and she smiled and then she nodded her head and continued to push. To this day, I still don't know what he said to her, but I'm glad he did. After that last push, a loud cry echoed through the room and I couldn't help but just smile. The doctor clipped the cord and then wrapped our little girl in a light pink blanket and then, he turned to me.

"Here you go daddy." he said as he plopped my daughter into my arms. That little girl stared up at me and I just started to cry. She was so beautiful and she was everything that I had ever hoped for. Kurt walked over and placed his chin on my shoulder as he too looked down at our daughter.

"That's our baby." He whispered. "That's our Lily Elizabeth." I nodded my head, not breaking my gaze from Lily's baby blue eyes just as I had done on the day of my wedding with Kurt. I was overcome with love for this little person who I had just met. I would do anything for her and always protect her. She completed our family and we were both so happy that she was finally here.