KPOV-
Blaine's hand trails up the smooth skin of my thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps as his warm hand moves up my skin.
''You're incredible,'' he presses warm lips to the skin of my neck ,''I love you so much.''
''I love you, too,'' I breathe out as his hand slowly reaches the waistband of my underwear, and then-
''Blair, you've been in there for ten minutes!''
Snapping my eyes open, I realize that, no, I am no longer in the gorgeous hotel room. I'm not on my honeymoon. I'm in my apartment in New York, the morning traffic below muffled through the windows.
''Blair!,'' Rory knocks on the door again.
''Morning, handsome,'' the body lying next to me speaks, and I turn to see Blaine, who is staring at me with bright, wide, hazel eyes.
'' 'Let's go home early', you said. 'I miss the kids', you said,'' I press a kiss to my husband's cheek ,''You're lucky you are cute. Otherwise, I'd be pissed about the fact that I'm up before seven in the morning.''
''Come on. Quit being mean to me, husband, and let's go see why our kids want to kill each other before seven in the morning.''
Blaine stands up, bright and bubbly as usual, and holds his hands out for me.
''If you want me to be decent, I need a cup of coffee,'' I grumpily remind him, taking his hand and letting him drag me down the hall.
Blaine laughs, but nods as we walk towards the bathroom.
''Noted.''
Sure, I don't particularly like being woken up before the time any human being who is still on vacation from work should be woken up at, but this is our life now.
And a week away hasn't changed anything: I still love it.
BlairPOV-
''How did this even happen,'' I whisper to myself, staring at the pregnancy test.
My period is a week late, but that could be for any other reason, right? Ryder and I barely did anything over break. And we used protection each time.
The timer on my phone goes off as Rory knocks again, and I ignore him. Here goes nothing.
The negative sign calms my fears, and I actually let out a sigh of relief. As much as I love Grace, I can't go through this again. Not yet. And Ryder is on the other side of the country, and-
''Blair, come out so Rory can use the bathroom,'' my dad yells through the door.
Quickly wrapping the test in tissue and slipping it into my makeup bag.
''Two seconds,'' I glare at Rory as I walk past, ''That's all I asked.''
''Whatever,'' he mumbles, heading towards the bathroom.
''Be nice, you two,'' Kurt warns, and we both agree.
Finally, it's the last semester of senior year. The last semester of high school. And no one, not the bullies or the cold January air, can stop me.
The bullying has gone down some since Jordan left. But it's nothing I can't handle.
Besides, dad and Kurt took a week off of their honeymoon to come home early for us. I don't want them to worry about me again.
And I may not always like the way I look. I have a lot more confidence now, though. Sometimes the bullies make me feel awful, but I won't let them win. I have dad and Kurt to turn to. Besides, I can't let them ruin the rest of my senior year.
Right now is my time to shine.
RoryPOV-
This is it: the last semester of my senior year. Six more months of high school, and then on into the real world. Six more months until I marry Sugar Motta, and make her Sugar Motta-Hummel. My grades are up, I am second in my class, and I'm the co-captain of glee. That means only Mr. Anderson, and Harmony, are in charge of me.
The point is, things look bright. Dad is taking Blair and Harmony to look at NYADA this weekend, and Blaine and I are going to talk about NYU.
This semester is my time to shine. We're heading to regionals, and maybe nationals. And I could maybe get a scholarship if we do. The bullying has stop, aside from a few ignorant comments from people about my dad and Blaine. What do they know? They're jealous they can't find what they found in such a short period of time.
But I'm done with all their negativity. They can say what they want, because it's not true. Dad and Blaine are two of the best parents. Blair, Grace, and I are really lucky to have them.
This year is gonna be my year. I can feel it.
And nothing's gonna bring me down.
BPOV-
''Shh,'' I lay Grace in her sleep, her eyes fluttering closed for her noon nap.
For a one year old, she can really wear us out. Since seven this morning, she'd been toddling around the apartment. Kurt and I played with her once Blair and Rory were on their way to school, and she didn't calm down until after her snack.
''She has your personality,'' Kurt cuddles up to me as I lay next to him in our bed ,''She didn't sit down all morning. You're getting her if she wakes up again.''
''Shut up,'' I tease him ,''You love her.''
''Of course I do. I love all of our kids,'' Kurt then presses soft, pink, perfect lips to mine ,''I love you, too.''
''I love you, too.''
We're still in the honeymoon stage, but it feels like nothing has changed. The only thing that has changed is our last names: Blaine and Kurt Anderson-Hummel.
People say that the first year is the hardest. That the first year of marriage is the worse, and we're lucky if we can make it through that.
Me? I know Kurt and I are gonna make it all the way. We're gonna be that old couple, sitting on a porch and watching our grandchildren, maybe even great-grandchildren, running around a backyard. The couple that still surprised each other with flowers even after so many years. And, until the very end, we'll protect each other, holding each other in the darkest hours until the end of our life together.
We're strong together, Kurt and I. Built like towers.
And we're gonna have it all.
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