A/N Insomnia sucks, but it always seems to give me the best story ideas. I hope you all enjoy this, it's my first future fanfic. It takes place fifteen years after graduation, ten years after the final episode. This is how I imagine any Glee reunion show going. We'll encounter many old friends, and make some new ones along the way as well!

Reviews would be awesome!

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Somewhere, Ohio

"Ladies and Gentlemen, here to introduce our final nominee for Best Musical, please welcome Tony award winning actress, Miss Rachel Berry!"

She walked regally out on stage, smiling brightly in the glacier blue taffeta gown her friend had designed specifically for her, and stopped when she reached the mic stand, waiting for the applause to die down before she spoke. "Growing up in a small town can be rough for any kid. But growing up in a small town when you are different, life can actually be pretty cruel. Somewhere, Ohio is the story of a boy constantly pushed down by bullies because of his differences. But when you hit rock bottom, the only way is up.

He joins the school's Glee club with an unusual group of misfits and outcasts, and together they learn that tempered steel is always the strongest. Along the way, he forms bonds of friendship that will last a life time, and even falls in love once or twice. Here to perform Loser Like Me, please welcome to the stage the cast of Somewhere, Ohio!"

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Kurt watched his husband sing and dance with the young stars of the show, and couldn't stop smiling. He knew there was a camera focused on his face, recording every reaction, but he didn't care. After all these years, he was still so in love with that man. When the number was over, he joined the rest of the audience in a standing ovation. When it quieted down, Rachel approached the mic once again, listing all the nominees.

"And finally, Somewhere, Ohio, written, produced, and directed by Kurt Hummel." There was another round of applause, and Kurt smiled at the camera, mouthing the words 'Hi, dad! Carole! Love you! Goodnight Lizzie and Bee!'

"And the Tony for Best Musical goes to..." She drew out the suspense as she opened the envelope. "Somewhere, Ohio!"

For a moment, Kurt was certain he had miss heard, but the dark skinned Diva sitting beside him nudged his elbow. Mercedes was grinning at him. "Go on, White boy! Get your skinny ass up on that stage and get your award!"

With a laugh, he leaned in and kissed his best friend on the cheek, and stood, straightening the suit he had designed especially for tonight. As he walked to the stage, receiving pats on the back and handshakes along the way, he heard the announcer once again.

"This is Kurt Hummel's fifth nomination and fifth win. In addition to the two Tonys he won in the past for Best Lead Actor in a Musical, he has already won two awards tonight for Best Book of a Musical and Best Director of a Musical."

He was smiling so hard as he accepted his award from Rachel. She hugged him, and kissed his cheek. "You deserve this, Kurt. I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Rachel. For everything you've done for me!" She laughed and turned him towards the mic as Blaine and the rest of the cast and crew gathered behind him.

"Oh, Gaga, I have no idea what to say!" The audience laughed. "I think I dropped my heart somewhere between Julie Andrews and Bernadette Peters, so if anyone finds it, please hold onto it for me."

He swallowed, and looked out at the sea of faces staring back at him. "Fifteen years ago, I graduated from William McKinley High school, and at the time all I could think about was getting out of there and moving to New York. My first couple of years at McKinley were dark and lonely, but thanks to a group of misfits and outcasts, I made my way back into the light, and discovered just how strong I really was. But most importantly, I learned that music can heal, can save lives. So I want to thank Mr. William Schuester, who fought to keep the arts in our school."

There was another loud round of applause, and he waited for it to die down before he continued. "And to every music, dance, and art teacher out there, thank you for saving lives every day. And of course I have to thank this amazing cast for all of their hard work and dedication to this show. Especially my amazing, amazing husband, I still get chills every time I get to call him that." He turned and looked at Blaine. "I Love you so much, Honey! And to all my wonderful friends from New Directions, without whom I literally would not be standing here today! Thank you so much!"

He blew a kiss out to Mercedes, and another to the camera, and then waved as he was ushered off stage, Blaine wrapping him in his arms. "I love you, too. And you are the truly amazing one. You did this, all of this was your dream."

Once backstage, Kurt turned in his arms. "You are my dream, teenage and beyond." He smirked, and kissed the shorter man passionately.

Blaine smiled, and rested his forehead against his husband's. "So, no regrets about tomorrow?"

Kurt smiled and held him tighter. "None at all. You?"

"None what so ever. It will be the first day of our new dream."

…

They pulled into the drive way of their new home late the next afternoon, smiling as they saw Burt and Carole waiting for them. Kurt slipped out from behind the driver's seat, and was immediately met with the excited cry of a young girl.

"Daddy! Daddy! You won! You won!" He laughed and scooped up his soon to be ten year old daughter, hugging her tight and swinging her around.

"I did, sweetie!" He kissed her soft black curls, her hazel eyes beaming proudly.

He glanced down when he felt a small hand tugging on his sleeve. He smiled and set his daughter down to hug his six year old son, as well. "And here's my little Hummel Bee! I missed you so much!"

The shy boy hugged him, his blue-green-gray eyes solemn. He didn't speak, just held on to his daddy tightly. After the two kids had greeted Blaine, little Lizzie expressing her disbelief that he didn't win the Best Featured Actor in a Musical award, they walked up to Kurt's parents.

He hugged his dad and stepmother tightly, even though they had seen each other just a couple days ago. "I missed you guys, too. I hope the kids didn't give you too many problems."

Burt laughed. "They were great. Lizzie helped me out around the garage yesterday morning. That daughter of yours may not share DNA with you, but she sure knows a lot more about cars than her dad. She stripped down a carburetor, cleaned it, and re assembled it in record time!"

Kurt laughed, as they moved inside. "And what about Bee?" He asked, voice a little more apprehensive. "Has he spoken a word?"

His dad sighed. "Not a sound, poor kid. Hopefully he'll make some friends when he starts school in August, and will forget about what happened eventually."

Kurt frowned as he thought about the traumatic experience his son had been through, the senseless tragedy. Burt Hummel Anderson, AKA Bee, hadn't spoken in six months, not since he witnessed his best friend die after being hit by a drunk driver. They had been at another friend's house for a birthday party. Kurt had been on his way to pick them up, and had almost been side swiped by the driver himself. Kurt had heard the sirens, had seen the police and ambulance rushing to the scene. When he arrived, he saw a police officer carrying little Bee, and Kurt's heart had stopped. He thought his son had been hit. He had raced forward and nearly collapsed in relief when he realized that Bee was okay.

Burt hugged him. "Stop beating yourself up, there was nothing you could have done to prevent it. Bee is alive, and he will recover. Just give him some time."

"Come on, you two," Carole called out. "Dinner is ready."

They sat down to eat as a family, and Kurt sighed in contentment. After dinner, they said good bye to Burt and Carole, watching them drive off into the sunset as they stood on the porch, admiring the view.

There were no skyscrapers, no Brooklyn Bridge, no Central park. All there was was the suburban scrawl of Lima, Ohio.

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The next day, Blaine stood beside him as they stood on the sidewalk, beside Burt and Carole, Lizzie and Bee holding their hands.

"Are you ready for this?" the darker man asked.

Kurt shrugged. "As ready as I can be."

Burt smiled at that response, and the six of them entered the building and were escorted to an ante chamber where several members of the press were already set up. As they entered and were recognized, the reporters immediately bombarded them with questions. "Senator Hummel, are the rumors true?"

Burt laughed as he took the podium. "Funny thing about rumors, they spread like wildfire. But to answer your question, it is true that I will not be seeking reelection. I've already served two and a half terms. I'm ready to settle down and spend time with my grandkids. I'm not getting any younger, you know!"

The press corps laughed at this. Burt Hummel had always been an easy spoken person, and always got along well with the press. It was one reason he had been reelected twice.

"Now I know, usually at this point I would take questions from you all, but instead, I am going to turn the mic over to someone who has something he'd like to say. If you all watched the Tonys the other night, he might look a bit familiar. I just call him my son. Kurt?"

Kurt smiled and moved up to the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, it has been an honor to call Burt Hummel my dad. He made me the man I am today, and I hope that I am half the dad he is two my two kids. He has always been the example I strive to live by. When the arts were threatened in our schools, he stepped up and shouldered the responsibility of making sure that access to music, art, and dance was saved for future generations.

Now there are other threats to the next generation; loss of health care, infringements on women's rights, and lack of equality for the LGBTQ+ community. This is why I am here today to inform you all that as of yesterday, I have fulfilled the residency requirements to represent this district, and earlier this morning I filed my intent to run for my father's Senate seat."

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A few days later, they were waiting in line at Neil Armstrong Elementary school to register the kids for the next school year. Kurt knew people were staring at them, it was inevitable, after all. This was Lima, Ohio, and despite all the progress it had made, there still weren't that many openly gay couples in the area.

What he didn't expect were the number of people who were bold enough to walk up and ask for autographs. He and Blaine were cordial enough to oblige, of course. It was always good to be nice to those who weren't antagonizing them, to keep them happy.

"Kurt! Blaine!" A familiar voice called out, saving them from the small crowd that was gathering around.

They politely excused themselves, and walked over to the older man coming down the hallway.

"Mr. Schue!" Kurt said happily, hugging his former choir director. "It's so good to see you again! And congratulations on your promotion!"

Blaine smiled and hugged the man as well. "State Superintendent of schools! Did you ever imagine that?"

Will Schuester laughed. "Never. But I love it. Now who are these two?" He smiled at the kids.

"Lizzie, and Bee, This is Will Schuester, our former music teacher. Mr. Schue, these are Elizabeth Rose Hummel Anderson and Burt Edison Hummel Anderson."

"So I'm guessing you're here for registration? Here, come on into the office. Elsa can help you out and avoid the crowd." He led them down the hall and into a separate office.

"Thanks. By the way, how is Ms. Pillsbury? And the kids?" Blaine asked as Kurt began filling out the papers.

"They're all doing great. It's hard to believe Danny will be a Freshman this year! Looks like Joani will be in the same class as Lizzie here, while Cole will be starting first grade with your little Bee. Cute nickname by the way."

Kurt looked up and smiled. "When he was three he was watching a nature show on TV about bees. He was fascinated and kept trying to tell us about it, but couldn't seem to pronounce 'bumble.' He kept saying Hummel Bee, and it just stuck."

They all smiled at that. "Hey, why don't you guys come over for dinner Saturday night? I'm sure Em would love to see you, and meet these two."

"That would be great, thanks!" Kurt said, and then glanced with concern to his youngest child. Perhaps he could ask the guidance counselor for advice about the boy.

As he finished filling out the registration forms, his husband and the former teacher talked about some of the after school programs at the elementary school. Lizzie seemed excited about not only the school choir, but also the photography club and writing club.

"So much has changed since I went to school here," Kurt said, returning to the conversation. "So many clubs we didn't have back then."

Will beamed at him. "A lot of it is thanks to your dad and the work he's done in Washington. Which reminds me, congratulations on your Senate bid! You know you've got my vote!"

Kurt smiled. "Thanks! And don't be so modest, I can see your influence in some of these clubs. You've really made a difference for these kids, you know that?"

Will smiled modestly. "Well, I hope that now that you are back, you will stop by the schools on a regular basis, and help out not only the music departments, but also the writing clubs, and at the PFFLAG groups through out the district. And of course, with Blaine's new job, I know you'll want to stop by and speak to the next generation of New Directions kids."

Kurt and Blaine smiled. "Of course. We were heading over to the high school now to see Sam."

"Great! Tell him I said hi, and I'll see you guys Saturday night."

"We'll be there! Give Ms. Pillsbury our love until then!"

They parted ways, and after signing a few more autographs on the way out, finally made it to their car.

…

It felt strange to Kurt to be walking along these hallways again. Oh sure, he'd been back here several times over the years, but each of those times had just been as a visitor. His heart had still been in New York, then. But now he was back in Lima, for good. They would still go back to New York now and then, to visit Rachel and Jesse, and Mercedes. But Lima was home, as much as Kurt had fought it back then.

He paused in front of his old locker, smiling as he remembered all those conversations with Mercedes they'd had here. This was the spot where he admitted for the first time out loud that he was gay. He ran his finger over the lock, thinking about the picture of Blaine that he had hung up inside it, the word Courage spelled out in a collage of magazine clippings.

His husband took his other hand. "You okay, babe?"

The pale man nodded. "Just remembering. Come on, let's show the kids the choir room."

They walked down the deserted hallway to the room where he had spent so much of his time back in high school. He had always felt safe in this room. It was his oasis. He hadn't expected to tear up at the thought. Blaine hugged him as the kids explored the various instruments.

Kurt smiled, a watery laugh escaping him. "Sorry, just so much emotion in this room."

"Not to mention all the drama!" Another voice spoke from the doorway. They broke apart and turned to the blonde man leaning casually against the doorway.

"Sam! So good to see you again!" They hugged the former New Directions member.

"Uncle Sam!" Lizzie squealed and threw herself into his arms.

"Hello, Sunshine! Haven't seen you in a while? How are you doing?"

"I'm good! I'm going to join the choir and the photography club and the writing club when school starts!"

Sam laughed. "Well, sounds like you and your dad have a lot in common. I seem to recall him joining just about every club we had at McKinley back then."

Blaine blushed, and punched him in the shoulder. Sam laughed and set the girl down, before kneeling in front of Bee. "Hey little dude, still not talking yet? Well, can I get a hug at least?"

The small auburn haired boy hugged him shyly, and then went and sat down at the piano and began pressing the keys randomly.

Sam stood again and smiled at Blaine. "So, you ready to see your new office?"

Blaine laughed. "It's not like I've never seen it before." The three adults moved into the small attached office, Kurt staying by the door to keep an eye on the kids.

"I see you've repainted since the last time we were here."

"Yeah, but feel free to do what ever you want with the place. Julia is already planning how to decorate my new office." Sam smiled as he spoke his fiance's name. Kurt had been somewhat relieved when the younger man had finally moved on from his relationship with Mercedes. They had drawn it out over several years, neither really ready to admit that their lives were taking them in two different directions. And then three years ago Mercedes had admitted that she had met someone else, and that it wasn't fair to either of them to keep holding out for something that might never be.

Sam had been sad, of course, but two weeks later, he'd taken his car to Burt's garage to get a routine oil change, and had struck up a conversation with another customer who had brought her car in to have the brakes fixed. Julia was also a teacher, and had just moved to the area, to teach Special Education at the Jr. High school.

"Thanks, Sam," Blaine said. "Or should I say Principal Evans?"

"Who would have thought that, huh? From the strange kid who did impressions and could barely read, to high school principal."

Kurt smiled. "I always thought you'd wind up doing something with kids. Your parents must be so proud of you!"

Sam blushed. "Yeah, they are, but not nearly as proud as they were when I got my college degree through night school. Now Stevie is almost through with Med school, and Stacy just got her Masters in engineering!"

"That's awesome!" Blaine said.

Sam was bursting with pride for his siblings, but his face turned somber. "Quinn is back in town."

Both Blaine and Kurt frowned. "We haven't seen her since the funeral. How is she doing?" Kurt asked.

"As well as to be expected. She's working for the Allen county prosecutors office. Her mom helps out with Noah, watching him while she's at work."

Kurt thought about the former cheerleader. She had always been the strong, silent type. She'd overcome so much in her life, you'd think fate would give her a break. After an unplanned teen pregnancy, being disowned by her father, going through an identity crisis, and being seriously injured in a car accident and coming out stronger each time, she had gotten her law degree, married Noah Puckerman, and had a son. She had thought her life was finally perfect, until a gunman had once again thrown her life upside down.

"We should invite her to dinner some night," Kurt said softly. Blaine nodded and hugged him.

They were silent for a moment, when another voice called out. "Sam?"

Both Blaine and Kurt frowned. That voice was familiar. They looked at each other with raised eye brows, and turned as Sam stepped out into the hall. They followed him as he called out to the new comer. "Down here, Nick!"

"No way!" Blaine said, laughing when he saw to the two men walking towards them. The one who had called out for Sam was a little taller than Blaine, but not quite as tall as Kurt, and had dark hair. The other man was blond, and just slightly taller than Kurt. All four men laughed and hugged each other, as Sam looked on in confusion.

"You all know each other?"

Kurt grinned. "Nick and Jeff were on the Warblers. You should know that, we competed against them a few times."

"Oh, so that is why you guys looked familiar! Nick is going to be leading our new a capella group, High Jynx, and Jeff is going to be leading Duly Noted, and of course Blaine is taking over New Directions."

Nick smiled. "Well, that just sucks, how are we supposed to compete against a triple threat? Grammy, Tony, and Golden globe winner, Blaine Anderson? Please tell me Kurt isn't taking over the Troubletones, or we'll never have a shot at Nationals!"

Kurt laughed. "No, I'll be helping my dad out at the garage and working on my campaign until the election."

"Yeah, we heard about that," Jeff said, grinning. "You've got our votes!"

"So, how have you guys been?" Blaine asked. "It's been what, three years since we saw you last? At Wes' wedding?"

"Well," the two men looked at each other, and then held up there left hands, displaying their matching rings.

Kurt almost screamed. "You got married! When did this happen? And why the hell weren't we invited?"

The two men giggled. The blonde spoke through his mirth. "Well, it was Sunday night. You two were a bit busy attending a major awards show and all, not to mention winning a bunch of awards!"

"Yeah," Nick added. "I still can't believe Blaine didn't get Best Featured Actor in a Musical!"

"Yeah, well, I was up against Lin Manuel, Neal Patrick Harris, Nathan Lane and Mathew Morrison. And I'm much happier that John got Best Lead Actor for playing young Kurt!" He joked. John Grier was the sixteen year old star of Somewhere, Ohio, who had amazed Kurt and Blaine at his audition for the role of Kris, the main lead. It was partly because of his breakout performance that the show had done as well as it had.

"Dad?" Lizzie called out from behind them. "Daddy? Bee fell asleep. Hi Uncle Nick! Uncle Jeff!"

They hugged the girl, and then Kurt suggested it was time to head out. Blaine carefully scooped up their son, and carried him out to the car.

As they drove out of the parking lot, Kurt couldn't help but smile. "It's good to be home."