Later that evening...
When the family finished dinner, they all assembled themselves in the living room to chat and exchange a small gift. Kurt smiled as he observed his beautiful family.
Finn and Rachel were seated on the tan leather loveseat pushed neatly into the corner, Finn's arm around his petite wife as Mia sat on his lap and chatted him up. Mia always had a soft spot for her Uncle Finn. Finn was very engaged as he listened to Mia go on and on about the latest Broadway show her father had brought her to. Mia was like the female version of Kurt, so it was very appropriate that she was his biological daughter. She had inherited Kurt's wonderful hair and fashion sense. Even at a mere thirteen years old, she kept up with all the latest looks. She had very delicate and feminine features, just like her father. Mia had always been very close to her Dad, making their interests very similar. They both loved fashion and Broadway and had a deep appreciation of family. All of these aspects of Mia's personality became very clear from the moment you met her.
On the larger, three-person couch just beside the tree sat Sam, Makayla and Julie. The girls chatted about anything and everything that came to mind as Sam simply watched Makayla, a small, appreciative smile on his face. As much as Kurt may sometimes dislike Sam, there was no denying he loved his daughter and with that knowledge, he could at the very least tolerate him. He wasn't all bad.
Sitting on the ground in the middle of the living room was Jim and Michael. Michael completely idolized his cousin, so any opportunity to spend time with the other boy was treasured. It was probably simply because of the play-it-cool vibe the older boy gave off, seeming indifferent to just about everything. Michael never had that on his side. Sure, he was only eleven so his personality hadn't totally developed yet, but he was never the coolest kid in school. He wasn't bullied (After what his parents had went through in high school with bullying, there was no way they'd let that slide.), but he just wasn't "cool". Like his father, he was a little overly eager; a little puppy-like. While his parents found this adorable, some of the children found it a little off-putting. Kurt and Blaine were sure that their little boy would grow out of this though. Jim was so the opposite of his cousin and Michael couldn't help but admire that. Michael was biologically Blaine's child, just like Makayla, but unlike Makayla, Michael was the spitting image of his father. Makayla surely resembled her father and there was no mistaking whether she were his or not, but she did carry many of her mother's traits as well. Michael, on the other hand, was like a carbon-copy of Blaine, head-to-toe.
Finally, resting in a recliner just beside the loveseat were Kurt and Blaine, Kurt sitting in his husband's lap. Kurt looked down upon him with a smile as he engaged in a conversation which Rachel, laughing fondly at something she had said. He really didn't understand how he had managed to get so lucky, but he sure as hell wasn't about to start questioning it. He loved this man so much.
Kurt started twisting a small curly hair just behind Blaine's ear that had broken free of it's gel-hold. This caught Blaine's attention, causing him to look up into his eyes and see the look of pure love that had overtaken them. A large smile appeared on Blaine's face as he stroked Kurt's arm. "What are you thinking about, baby?"
"How happy I am to be with you... How blessed we are to have such a beautiful family," Kurt replied easily.
Blaine's grin somehow managed to grow even more. "Sap," he winked.
"Ah, shush, you! You like it!"
"Oh, you know I do," Blaine murmured, trailing his hand up from Kurt's elbow to the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
"Guys!" The familiar voice of Mia interjected. "Gross!" she shrieked as the adults laughed.
"Really don't need to see that," Makayla muttered, but a small smile threatened to break through.
Kurt simply laughed, placing a hand on his husband's chest and pushing him back. "Let's save something for later, okay?" he said with a sexy smirk, causing a response of many "Ew!"s from all of the children in the room, with the exception of Michael who, being of a mere eleven years old, was blissfully unaware of the true meaning of that comment and was simply left with a befuddled expression on his face.
"I don't get it," he murmured to Jim.
Jim simply patted him on the back sympathetically. "Don't worry, buddy. One day you will... and wish you didn't."
"Who's ready for gifts?" Kurt grinned, breaking the awkward moment. Everyone immediately began to cheer.
Rachel rose from her seat on the couch and dove under the tree to grab one of the many packages she had brought with her. "Finn and I's first!" she grinned, presenting the gift to the happy couple. Kurt gladly accepted it, simply looking at it for a moment. "Well? Open up!"
TBC.
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