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You'll Never Walk Alone

by-andthenIfound5dollars

Warnings/tags: Klaine, Daddies/Klaine, Canon Divergence, Child Abandonment, Adoption, Future Fic, Original Characters.

A/N: A whole lot can change in just one year…a new house, a new school, a new baby? Just think of what can change in almost 10 years!? One thing is for sure–Kurt, Blaine, and their children will never take this walk through life alone. They will always have each other, and the family they surround themselves with.

Walk on, walk on…with hope in your heart…and you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk alone.-Carousel

The morning after Liam's third birthday party, Burt and Carole woke up and made pancakes for the kids, letting their dads sleep in a little. Liam had very little time for breakfast. He wanted to go outside and set up his train set. As soon as Blaine and Kurt came downstairs to the kitchen, Blaine relented and he and Kurt carried the box outside, with Liam following excitedly.

It didn't take long, the pieces fit together pretty easily and Liam screamed with joy as he used the remote to inch the steaming train around and around the track. Kurt and Blaine stood and watched, sipping coffee and giggling right along with him.

They had to pry him away when it was time to take Burt and Carole to the airport.

It started raining on the drive back into the city, so Kurt asked Liam what he wanted to do.

"DINOS!" Liam yelled from his car seat, while Sophie rolled her eyes next to him.

"Liiiiiiaaaaam," she whined. "We were just at the Natural History Museum two weeks ago!"

"Chin up, Soph," Kurt called, turning back to face her. "Maybe the Egyptian exhibit will finally be open. We read about that a few weeks ago, remember?"

"And it's still his birthday weekend, monster," Blaine gently reminded her, his eyes focused on the road.

Sophie rolled her eyes again, but Kurt could tell she was excited underneath her moody front. Blaine found a parking spot relatively close to Spring Natural Kitchen, one of their favorite restaurants to take the kids. An unspoken conversation between Kurt and Blaine agreed that two full bellies would make for much happier children, and it was already pushing 1 p.m.

"Papa, can I have your awacado?" Liam asked politely, batting his eyelashes once their food was served and Liam got a good look at his Papa's salad. "Please?"

Kurt sighed and tipped the avocado off his plate and onto his son's. He would likely never eat avocado again as long as Liam was around.

"Fanks!" Liam sang happily, his mouth already full with his first bite.

"You're welcome, honey." Kurt told him.

Sophie sighed as she flopped her backpack on the table and sat down. Blaine set the kettle on the stove top and turned the range on, he pulled three mugs from the cabinet and set them on the island.

It had stopped raining by time the four of them left the museum later that afternoon. Leftover pizza was on the menu for a quick dinner. Liam was cranky and whiny as he picked at his food, finally prompting Kurt to scoop him up and head upstairs for his bath and bedtime routine.

xoxo

"What kind of tea do you want, sweetie?" Blaine asked, walking over to the table where his daughter was sitting.

Sophie looked up and handed him her red folder. "Will you read my book report?" she asked and her dad nodded. "Umm, that apple spice one Papa and I bought last weekend would be good," she answered and pulled out her math worksheet.

Blaine read over her essay as he walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the tea bags from the pantry.

He chanced a quick look at her as she checked her math work and had to smile. These were some of his favorite moments with his kids, the quiet, contemplative, absorbed in their own task kind of moments...and she seemed to be growing up so fast, he almost couldn't believe some of the things that came out of her mouth on a regular basis.

When he and Kurt had sat the kids down earlier in the year, and told them both of the new journey adopting a baby was going to be...Liam had taken the news with a nod and asked if he could go play. Sophie had a thousand questions ranging from when? To why? And how will this change everything? They had been as patient as possible with her, telling her that while this will change things...their love for her will never change.

She may act like she was born 17 years old, but she was still a 7 year old and needed to be reminded of that sometimes.

He sat with her while she read aloud from her book, checked over her math worksheet, and sipped her tea just like she had watched Kurt do all her life.

"Where's Papa?" she asked about ten minutes later. Blaine announced her homework done and praised her for getting it done before the weekend was over. She started putting her folder and book back in her bag. "He went upstairs with Liam forever ago."

Blaine looked over at the clock and shrugged. "It must be taking him a bit to get Liam to sleep," he guessed.

Sophie nodded and looked around, spying her computer in the family room.

"Since I finished all my homework, can I have some computer time before bed?" she asked, standing up to put her empty mug in the sink.

The phone rang just as Blaine was nodding yes. He grabbed the cordless phone from the jack in the kitchen as Sophie picked up her computer and walked upstairs, leaving her backpack on the back of one of the dining room chairs.

xoxo

Liam was fighting sleep with everything in him. "Just one more story, Papa?" he whined as soon as Kurt put down Harold and the Purple Crayon.

"Sorry jellybelly, four books is Papa's limit. How about a song?" he asked.

"Nooooo," Liam yawned.

"Yeeees," Kurt laughed as Liam rolled over to his belly and shook his leg, trying to keep himself awake as Kurt started You Are My Sunshine.

He started the song over again when he finished and Liam still wasn't asleep but started rubbing his little back as well. After a few more bars of the song, Liam's leg started to slow down, finally stopping.

Kurt segued into Blackbird and Liam was snoring softly by the time he finished. He turned his revolving lamp to its lowest setting and kissed the back of his head.

"Good night, my sweet baby boy. I love you."

xoxo

Blaine pushed the end button on the phone in his hand and very carefully set it back in the cradle that hung by the fridge.

Emma...he needed to talk to Emma and see if she could stay with the kids...but Kurt. He needed to make sure Kurt is on board with all of this, he can't talk to Emma before he talks to Kurt. And oh god, what if Kurt isn't on board? As much as they both had insisted they were okay, getting so close to a baby a few weeks ago only to have it fall through was really hard on both of them. Maybe Kurt wouldn't want to take another chance so soon? His mind was whirring faster and faster in his head and he couldn't make a coherent thought come through.

"I need a decision soon, Blaine. Like in the next thirty minutes, soon. I'll need to contact someone else if not you guys."

Linda's words rang in his head as he turned on the spot, trying to decide whether to go upstairs where Kurt was, or downstairs where Emma was.

They hadn't seen Emma all day, she might not even be home. She might have plans even if she is. Oh god, what if she has plans? he thought.

She usually had Saturday night and Sundays off, so unless they ask her ahead of time, she uses the day to spend time with her boyfriend, or her friends.

All at once, his brain made the decision. "Talk to Kurt, text Emma," he said quietly to himself.

But just as he set his foot on the step to go upstairs, Emma rounded the corner to follow him up as well.

"Hey," she greeted him brightly. "My dinner plans fell through, so I ordered in. I was gonna wait for it in the foyer so he didn't ring the bell and wake the kids," she explained as they both rounded the corner and walked into the foyer.

"Is that...okay?" she asked, looking at the confusion on Blaine's face.

"Yeah," he rushed to assure her. "Of course it is. Are you in for the night?"

"Yep," she shrugged. "I have some TV to catch up on, and I could use a quiet night in."

"Would you mind terribly sleeping in the guest room to listen for the kids?" he asked, one foot on the stairs. "Something just came up, Kurt and I may have to go...do something."

"Is everything okay?" she asked, waving as the delivery car pulled up but turning her attention back to Blaine with a concerned look.

"Yeah...yeah, everything's fine. Yes, everything is fine."

Emma looked at him like she didn't believe him, but nodded as the delivery girl walked up the steps. "Sure, I can sleep upstairs, no problem," she agreed, signing for her crunchy noodles and steamed vegetables.

She turned to ask if he or Kurt wanted any, but he was already upstairs.

xoxo

"Hey Soph, it's past eight. Put the computer away and start getting ready for bed," Kurt announced, walking across the hall and into her room.

Sophie groaned, but did as she was told and shut her computer.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth after you get out of the shower," Kurt reminded her, kissing the top of her head as she walked to her bathroom. "I'll be back in a few minutes to tuck you in."

Kurt headed downstairs and walked into the shared study beyond his and Blaine's master bathroom. He picked up his iPad from where it was lying on his desk and pulled up his schedule for the next day.

The buzz and fuzz from Spring Fashion Week had finally died down, and he fiddled with a few things to see if he could take the next morning off. He hadn't gotten any of the grocery shopping done with Liam's birthday party and family in town, and he knew Emma would need some help getting the beds stripped and all the floors done, especially with the added mess from house guests over the weekend. The living room could use a dusting as well. It was probably time for Sophie to be doing some chores beyond just picking up after herself and keeping her room straight as well.

He felt more than heard Blaine come in the room.

"We need to be stricter about Liam's naps on Sundays," Kurt started without looking up from his iPad. He could probably work this out if he could Skype in the staff meeting and then push his 11am to a late lunch meeting. "I know today was special, but it took almost an hour for me to get him to calm down enough to sleep, and even then he was on the verge of tears from frustration."

"Kurt," Blaine began, but Kurt kept going.

"Also, I think I'm gonna take tomorrow morning off," he continued, putting his iPad down and flipping through his bag. "We need groceries for the week and I think Emma could use some help getting the house back in order from the weekend."

"Honey..."

"If you need anything specific, write it down for me and I'll pick it up-"

"Kurt!" Blaine finally interrupted, raising his voice just a touch.

Kurt turned around, finally looked his husband in the face. "What? What's wrong?"

Blaine took a deep breath and walked over to his husband, taking his hands into his own. "Linda just called."

"At 8:15 on a Sunday night? Is everything okay?" Kurt asked, realization setting in on him as he started to breathe a little heavier.

"Apparently there was a baby dropped off at a fire station earlier this evening."

"Dropped off?" Kurt asked, sucking in a breath. "What do you mean 'dropped off', like abandoned?"

"Well, according to Linda, its called a 'Safe Drop'." Blaine explained, "It's where a newborn can be safely dropped off, without anyone having to explain why."

"A newborn?" Kurt asked, his voice rising in disbelief. "Someone abandoned a newborn at a fire station? Is it okay?"

"Linda said she looked like she was okay, underfed and small, but okay otherwise," Blaine explained as they walked hand in hand to their shared workspace and perched on the edge of the table.

"She?" Kurt asked, a wobble in his voice that made Blaine's heart melt. "It's a baby girl?"

Blaine grinned. "Yeah, a baby girl. Linda said she looks a little over a week old."

"Oh my god," Kurt whispered, his hand covering his mouth as he shook his head. "Who would do that? Who would just abandon a tiny baby like that?"

"Someone who didn't have any other option," Blaine responded simply. "Someone scared."

Kurt looked at his husband in disbelief. Blaine always had more faith in the human race than Kurt ever did.

"Honey, Linda called us," Blaine reminded him, effectively pulling Kurt out of his trance. "Remember when we first sat down with Linda and she asked us if we were interested in the 'sky baby' or 'born baby' possibilities? That sometimes a baby suddenly becomes available and they need to place it immediately? That it was rare and not likely, but possible?"

"Oh god, we had those meetings with birth parents...I forgot about that even being on the table," Kurt mused, his eyes wide. All the sudden he stood up. "Wait, are they putting her with us?"

Blaine nodded his head. "If that's what we want, yes. Linda told us to meet her at the hospital as soon as possible if we decided that we wanted to take her."

"Well, let's go," Kurt cried, hurrying out of the studio to grab his shoes from where he had taken them off in their closet. "We need to see if Emma can stay with the kids. Oh god, is Emma even home? I haven't seen her all night. I bet Rachel and/or Sam would come over if we absolutely needed them to. Mel left for LA this morning and I don't think she comes back until Friday. Oh shit, do we even have any newborn girl clothes? I think we got rid of most of Sophie's and what little we bought were all for older babies. I could probably find something of Liam's that would work, but it hasn't been washed yet, and..." Kurt was talking a mile a minute as he hurried through their bedroom and bathroom.

"Kurt, honey, stop," Blaine pleaded, finally catching Kurt in his arms. "So this is something we want to do? This is what you want to do?" he asked, looking Kurt in the eyes.

"Yes, of course," Kurt declared, then took a breath and searched Blaine's eyes. "Why, is it not something you want?" He paused and covered his mouth with his hand, his own eyes growing wide with fear and apprehension. "Oh god, do you not want to take her?"

"No, of course I do," Blaine rushed to assure him. "I just wanted to make sure that you were fully on board, before I let myself get my hopes up," he finished with a relieved sigh.

"Blaine, she needs us. She needs someone to take care of her, and we can do that. Of course I want to do that."

Blaine nodded and leaned in to brush his lips against Kurt's. "Okay," he said pulling back with a smile. "I'll call Linda and tell her we're on our way. I told her I would call her after we talked it over and decided."

"Okay, good," Kurt said grabbing a cardigan from the closet.

"Emma's home, I ran into her on my way up here. She said she would sleep upstairs in the guest room and listen out for the kids," Blaine told him, slipping into his old top siders and taking the cardigan Kurt was holding out for him. "And I think we can worry about clothes tomorrow. We are gonna have to buy a few other things anyway. We didn't exactly prepare for a newborn."

"We didn't exactly prepare for anything," Kurt fretted. "A barely put together crib in a half painted nursery is definitely not prepared."

Blaine nodded but stopped when Kurt pulled on his hand.

"Shit, I have to go tuck Soph in, she'll be waiting for me," he said, backtracking and heading up the stairs. "Will you grab my phone and wallet from the table, I'll meet you downstairs in a minute."

"Yep, give Sophie a kiss for me. And don't rush, I still have to call Linda to tell her we're on our way."

Ten minutes later, Blaine wasn't in the foyer waiting for him, so he went down one more flight and found his husband and Emma standing in the kitchen.

"Thank you, so much Emma," Kurt declared, catching his breath as he walked over to where they were both standing next to the island, Blaine still on the phone. "You are a life saver, truly."

"Oh my goodness, no problem at all. This is so exciting!" she giggled, clapping her hands.

Kurt laughed along with her, nervous laughter bubbling inside of him as Blaine hung up the phone and told him Linda would be waiting in the hospital lobby for them before turning to Emma.

"We honestly have no idea how long we are gonna be gone, or even what's going to happen once we get there."

"No, I totally understand. Take all the time you need. I have no problem sleeping upstairs."

"Oh man, I haven't stripped the bed since my parents were in town this weekend. You know where all the extra linens are, and just throw the dirty sheets down the laundry chute," Kurt rambled as she walked them to the garden door.

"Sure, just text me when you can and let me know what's going on."

"We will, for sure!" Blaine promised, opening the door for Kurt to walk through. "Oh, and Liam's monitor is by our bed."

The Uber Blaine had ordered from the app on his phone was waiting out front for them. They climbed in and Kurt confirmed their destination before taking Blaine's hand and holding it tight in his own.