March 15, 2032 10:18am

Kurt released a muffled groan as he flipped around in the bed. He started patting his right side, but was shocked when he realized there was nobody there to cuddle. "Blaine?" Kurt called his voice mixed with concern and grogginess. He sat up now; rubbed his eyes and looked around the master bed room. "Blaine?" he called again, this time his voice was louder and more concerned. He turned to his nightstand to check the time, and smiled when he saw what he found. He picked up the note that was lying next to a single rose, and opened it to read it.

Kurt,
Hope you slept well. The kids were hungry so I took them for breakfast, and I didn't want to wake you. You look so peaceful when you sleep. It's adorable. Coffee is ready if you want some. See you when we get back.

xoxo Blaine

Kurt refolded the note and placed it in the pocket of his pajama pants. He stretched and stood up, putting on his velvet slippers and robe before ascending down the marble staircase. Kurt released a loud yawn as he made his way towards the kitchen. He stopped, there were voices coming from the other room.

"Shh!" He heard a voice say. "Papa is going to hear you!" Soon after he heard the wooden spoon they got as a wedding present bang against the granite counter top. "Will" the voice started "William, don't bang the spoon Papa can't hear us." Kurt smiled and continued to listen.

"Daddy, Papa is going to be so excited!" he heard a sweet voice exclaim.

"Yes he is Kate, but we have to be super quite. Papa thinks we went out for breakfast." The voice said to the little girl.

Kurt finally decided to pay his family a visit. As he walked into the room he saw the mess his kids and husband had created. Pancake mix was smeared all over his three year old son's face, and his five year old daughter had clearly been eating Nutella by the spoonful.

"Surprise!" Blaine exclaimed as he noticed his husband's presence.

Kurt quickly walked over to William and gently wiped the goo off his face. "And what are we celebrating Mr. Hummel-Anderson?"

"Twenty years since our first kiss." Blaine said matter of factly.

"Has it really been twenty years already?" Kurt was astounded. He remembered the day like it was yesterday. It was way before days and nights filled with diaper changes, nightmares, school, day care, and silent sex. All that mattered to the two of them at that point was winning Regional's.

March 15, 2011

Kurt was in the common room at Dalton Academy neatly gluing rhinestones onto Pavarotti's casket, when Blaine walked in.

"What's that?" he asked as he made his way next to Kurt.

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket"

"Well finish up, I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice"

"Do tell" Kurt sat up and put his glue down

"Candles, by Hey Monday" Blaine said, knowing Kurt would be a little thrown off.

"I'm impressed. You're usually so top 40."

"Well I just, wanted something a little more…emotional." He took a seat next to Kurt.

There was a moment of silence before Kurt spoke again. "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?"

Blaine paused. "Kurt there's a moment when you say to yourself 'Oh there you are. I've been looking for you forever'" Blaine took Kurt's hand. "Watching you do Blackbird this week, that was a moment for me…about you. You move me Kurt…and this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you." Blaine slowly got out of his seat and leaned into Kurt. Seconds later his lips were pressed gently against Kurt's and his hand rested lightly on his cheek. Surprised Kurt's body jolted slightly before pressing his lips firmer against Blaine's and placing his hand on Blaine's soft cheek.

Blaine slowly pulled away before sitting back down. "We should…we should practice…"He said a faint pink color spreading across his face, as he laughed and covered his hazel eyes.

Kurt built up all the courage he could and softly blurted "I thought we were…" He smiled and Blaine took that as a cute to kiss Kurt again. However this time they kissed with more passion and lust than before.

March 15 2032 6:30pm

"Rachel, William has to be in bed by 7:30, and Kate by 8:30. Don't let her fool you into thinking she can stay up. She's become a little devious when it comes to bedtimes." Kurt was frantically running through his two story home as he explained the details of his children's sleeping habits to his best friend and sister-in-law.

"Kurt, I know. This isn't my first time at the rodeo. Finn and I are going to be fine. We put Oliver down for bed so our attention will be fully on the Hummel-Anderson kids. Now go. Blaine's honking and you're going to miss your reservation." Rachel was now shoving Kurt out the door.

"I have to kiss the kids!" Kurt exclaimed running towards the stairs.

"Kurt! You already did. Ten times. Now go. Enjoy yourself. We'll be here when you return. I promise. Night."

Kurt signed and grabbed his Alexander McQueen trench out of the closet. "Fine. We'll be home at 11 sharp. Thank you Rachel."

"You're welcome. Now go have a fun night with your husband."

Kurt walked down the driveway and got into Blaine's black Mercedes.

"Did you forget to tell Rachel that Will hasn't been feeling well?" Blaine asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

Kurt gasped. "No! Let me out. I have to tell her!" Kurt went to open the car door when Blaine stopped him.

"Relax babe. I told her. Just breathe. Everything is going to be okay. Let's just enjoy our night." Blaine got onto the highway and Kurt took his free hand.

"Where are you taking me love?" Kurt asked as he squeezed Blaine's hand gently.

"That little Italian place you love downtown."

Kurt smiled. "They do have the best pasta dishes in all of New York."

"I'd have to agree" Blaine stated as they crossed the George Washington Bridge.

"Do you think the kids are going to be alright without us Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Of course. Rachel and Finn know what they're doing."

March 15, 2032 9:30pm

Kurt wiped his mouth once he finished his dinner. "That was delicious. Thank you for taking me here love." Kurt smiled and sipped his champagne.

Blaine smiled and swallowed before replying. "It's an important day. We had to celebrate."

Kurt smiled as his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocked and curiously looked at the name. "It's Finn. I wonder what's wrong." Kurt answered the call and raised the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

All Kurt could hear in the background was Rachel's screams and Kate's sobs. "Finn?" Kurt's voice was now anxious.

"Kurt…I'm sorry to bother you…" Finn said on the other line his voice shaky.

"Finn, what's wrong. Somethings wrong. What's wrong!" Kurt's eyes were whelling up with tears and Blaine gently took his husbands hand.

"What's going on?" a worried Blaine whispered.

"We put William to bed. And he was fine. I swear he was fine…" Finn trailed off.

"What's wrong with our William, Finn." Kurt's voice was stern but filled with worry and guilt.

"We're at the hospital now…" Finn added.

Tears were now streaming from Kurt's eyes. "Finn! What is wrong with William!"

Kurt dropped his phone into his lap and covered his mouth horrified with the news Finn had shared.

Blaine knew that face. He had seen it once before, when Will was two. It could only mean one thing, little William had relapsed.