~October 2018~

"Blaine I can't live this way any more!" Kurt screamed at his husband. "You always try to tell me that everything is okay between us when it's not! And every time I try to talk to you about it you change the subject!"

"Kurt, Please listen I-"

"NO! For once in your life you are going to listen to me! I am done living like this. You have dictated my life since High School, and I am done! I am taking Finn and we are leaving!"

Blaine was shocked, "Kurt, he's my son too!"

"According to the law he isn't. We couldn't get a joint adoption remember? I am the one that adopted him. We're over Blaine. For good this time." Kurt grabbed the baby carrier that had his sleeping son and his large oversized suitcase, and walked out the door, and he didn't look back."

~September 1st, 2028~

"Finn! Come on you'll be late for your first day!" Kurt swore that that boy liked to take just about as much time getting ready as he did. The ten year old came running down the stairs

"Dad, don't forget I'm trying out for the football team after school."

Kurt smiled, his son was so much like his namesake. "I remember, now eat your breakfast now or you'll miss your bus."

The boy nodded and chewed down on his breakfast and then walked out of the door.

"Enjoy your first day, sweetheart." Kurt called.

"Okay! Bye Dad!" the ten year old waved and then got onto the bus.

After his and Blaine's divorce, Kurt had moved out of their house and was renting an apartment in New York City. He stayed there for ten years, until he was offered a job in California as a leading fashion designer for a big name design company. So he and his son packed up and off to California they went. The great thing about this new job was that he could work from home, so he can have more time to spend with Finn.

Finn… his pride and joy. After His brother Finn had died, Kurt was heartbroken, it was so hard to survive without him, Blaine never really tried to understand, and that was one of the things that had pissed Kurt off the most. It took a long time for Kurt to convince Blaine to name their… his son after his late brother. But he's very glad he pushed so hard for it. His son was so much like his brother it was uncanny. Not only did the kid sing and dance, but he loved sports, just like his uncle.

Kurt had been working on one of his newest designs when his phone alarm went off signaling that it was time to go pick up Finn. Kurt got into his car and took off towards the school, he pulled up into the parking lot and got out of the car. He saw Finn running towards him and his son engulfed him in a hug.

"Whoa, you sure are happy." Kurt stated.

"I made the team, Dad!" the child exclaimed.

"Oh that's great, Finn! I am so proud of you." Kurt hugged Finn tighter, "How about we go get pizza to celebrate?"

"Yeah!" Kurt went around and was just about to get into his car when he heard someone, "Kurt?"

He knew that voice, he hasn't heard it in years, Kurt looked up and there before him was a man he used to despise but was now good friends with. "David?"

There stood David Karofsky.