This is the end. I'm sorry that it's over but as promised the one shot of their honeymoon will probably be posted shortly but that will be the end of this verse unless someone wants more.

I love this and them...just hold me and keep me from breaking down because this was my first crisscolfer baby storyline and it's really weird to be freed from it, and undeniably sad even if I am super proud of this epilogue.

Here goes...please review, even if you've never before, the feedback is so important to me, especially at the end.

This is for you, all of you. Our ship; we will go down with it XO (less than three)


Our Boys


Epilogue

(DPOV)

There was always something more that I wanted to do with my life; and it seemed that every time I figured out what it was, I would be feeling that space in my heart or in my life remain open, still searching.

When I was five or six, Chuck was the one that helped me channel my then unnoticed talent for music when he let me hold his guitar. It was way too big for my hands, and that was saying a lot since it looked funny when chuck held it, but something in me felt more at ease whilst holding it.

Now I didn't know what to do with it back then, but I knew that Chuck had just started learning that week and instantly, and not for the first time in my life, I wanted to be like my big brother.

It was one of my earliest childhood memories of the two of us and music, and of course that carried over as the years went by, but I attributed that memory as the day that I knew music needed to be in my life. It was the first piece of my heart finding itself, but I still wanted more even then.

As the years passed I found that I had a drive that couldn't be satisfied. A drive to learn, one to absorb new things and it made me a very hyper person, happy, but hyper. I figured it was this personality trait that made all the things I wanted seem unattainable, but mom and pop always told us to strive for our dreams, to just be ourselves, and that it took a great deal of tenacity to accomplish them. I took these words to heart and applied myself in the greatest degree all throughout high school and college. No matter where we lived, San Fran, Hawaii, it didn't matter; each day was a blessing and one that I never took for granted especially if I was going to succeed.

I found love in music, in performing and in the company of good friends and lovers. I knew who I was and what I wanted out of life. I wanted the family and a job where I could perform, or at very least write the music that my heart wanted, and I could see myself going down that path, slowly mind you but I could see it.

The day my girlfriend and I broke up had hurt me so much, it had taken the wind out of my sails. She had told me that I wouldn't amount to anything and that I would be just another face in a sea of talent that California chose to ignore. I knew then that those were words said without thinking, she had always been a great supporter of my work and my talent actually, but it was in that moment that my carefully laden plans for a wife, career and family fell to pieces.

I never guarded my heart, I always gave it freely to people, and I guess it could be considered a flaw, but sometimes I wondered if the ones that were so guarded with theirs, if they ever felt like they never had a chance to love and be loved. I never found myself into labelling love or friendship, you could have a best friend in a wheelchair and a lover of the same sex but different religion and it looked the same to me. Everything and everyone was the same to me, equal in my eyes, and I guess that's just the way that I was brought up. But how could someone I loved for so long all of a sudden stop? I guess being guarded might have had some merit.

After the break up though I became confused, and the whole that seemed to be in my heart only seemed to grow. I needed something more in my life even if I was still happy and hyper, I just couldn't figure out what it was. I figured I would wait to go looking for another relationship just yet, and I wondered to myself if my career was really going to go much further, or if I was going to be another internet kid with an indie label. I was okay with that, even if it wasn't my dream, but I would keep working at it... I would always keep working at it.

The day that I met Chris- the day when I sat there with a wish and prayer that I would get a job in a very successful show, even if it was only a guest spot- was the day that I thought that maybe, just maybe, the whole in my heart that was searching to be filled, would finally be so.

I loved Chris. Chris the comic, Chris the unyielding, and especially the vulnerable Chris who would hide within himself only to be brought out of his shell with the right words and chosen comfort. The man on the whole was talent wrapped in compassion, and that beautiful man whom I met those years ago became the husband that I never knew I needed more than air.

The whole in my heart, the searching, had come to an end as I found my life's salvation in the arms of a man; something I didn't expect but I had never labelled love, why would I label fate? He consumed me and allowed me to consume him, body and soul. Our careers took off, his even faster than mine and it was then that I thought my insatiable want to absorb and have more would come to an end. I figured that my life would be happily content, coasting on new knowledge and new projects, all with the love of my life by my side.

I was wrong.

Almost five years had passed since the day that Chris and I claimed each other as husbands. The wedding was still the most amazing day in memory, and our favourite picture still sat on the piano in the parlour.

Yes we had a parlour now. It's sounds so snobby but trust me it's not!

The picture was of me leaning back on the vines in the vineyard holding Chris' hands while he kissed my forehead. It had been one of Elliot's impromptu shots that we didn't even know existed until they got emailed to us after our honeymoon. The sun had been low in the photo and seemed to only break through the silhouettes of us ignoring the world and enjoying each others touch. It stood on the piano now for five years, and I hoped that it would remain there for many more.

Chris and I had moved to a house in Saint Francis Wood in San Fran and I swore up and down with Chris on this one, saying we didn't have to move so close to my parents, into a very rich neighbourhood, and that we could just look for something in L.A. He was having nothing of it, and we argued a lot on the specifics of the house we wanted. We had decided to settle down as it were, and it was ironic that two people who were still so young would even contemplate such a thing.

Chris had made a valuable point in one of our "discussions" that stuck with me and made my heart swell. He said that as much as the closed mindedness of Clovis haunted him, there was something to be said about living in the burbs or in a small town that had it's charm. When my first and only album hit number one and Chris' third movie and directorial debut did fantastic, our popularity grew if that was even possible. We had become a very in demand, gay married couple and he said he craved having a real family life; in a real family house, not a condo in the city.

I loved the condo, and all the renos and 'us' touches, (my Harry Potter studio included), that we made to it over the years, but I did see my husband's point. We could make our new home with just as many 'us' touches, but it would be ours, truly ours. It brought back my earlier dream; my earlier want for a family, wife, well in this case husband and a home. The condo, although it was ours, was still very much Chris'. I had never bought a house, or in this case owned one in full, but it was definitely something I wanted, and now I had it. The husband, the home, and the amazing career and that of my amazing husband's was more than any man could ever hope or want. Thinking back to the day that I held Chuck's guitar, knowing that that was my first real memory of me wanting anything so much, and knowing that I had come so far and received so much was almost insane to contemplate. But here's where I was wrong...I still wanted more.

It became a problem plaguing me in the back of my mind, something that seemed so out of place with the busy yet comfortable life, but it wasn't lost on my husband, whom always seemed to read my thoughts better than I did.

"Honey? I give up! Can you help me with this shit before I go crazy?" Oh my hubby, always so eloquent. This kind of a potty mouth coming from a writer, I mean honestly he was too cute.

"Sure what do you need love?" Chris had flour on his face, it was only a light smudge but it looked pretty adorable accompanied by his "flustered hair" as he called it. We hadn't seen Lea and Cory since the move and before that, their wedding, and this would be the first time we had a 'grown-up' get together with them in a long time.

Since the cast had split up when the show went off the air, the rest of the herd had moved on but surely kept in touch. Mark still lived in L.A but came over every other weekend to hang out with 'his men'. Chord would come when he could but he had moved back east to be near his family when his dad fell ill. Everyone else stayed in contact much as they always had, Amber was filming a new movie and had lent her voice to a few Disney films which made me severely jealous.

Cory and Lea had been the only other couple that had gotten together on the Glee set that had made it. Kev and Jenna had and still had their bromance, because Jenna had always been one of the boys from day one, but Cory and Lea had somehow stood the test of time much as we had. It just seemed to take them a while longer to notice it wasn't a Finchel attraction but a Lea and Cory attraction that got them together during season three.

So it was this reunion that had my husband in a minor tizzy in the kitchen trying his best to not make an ass out of himself and from the looks of it, it seemed like he was failing miserably. He wanted to do this on his own, so him asking me for help was just a hit to his pride for sure.

I wiped the flour off his cheek with a tiny laugh before kissing the area lightly.

"I really still suck at this domestic thing Dare."

I nodded but kissed him again on the neck, "You are much better than you used to be. Remember the burnt water incident?"

"Oh god I am never going to live that down am I? I mean how did I know that I didn't put enough water in the pot, and you working out in the living room was far too distracting and...mmmmph"

I kissed him roughly, knowing exactly what kind of kiss would shut my hubby up even if it was only for a second. My tongue danced along both his lips for a moment, coaxing a light groan from Chris when I moved back sporting a cheeky smile at how I could reduce my husband to a speechless mess so quickly.

"You were saying you wanted my help? Well... house husband at your service baby." Chris shook his head for a second but smiled as he exhaled.

"You are more than a house husband and you know it. Love. Of. My. Life" He dried his hands and wound them around my neck, kissing me between each word like a form of punctuation.

"You Dare, are the best husband in the world and I can't wait to start a family with you."

DING ( Insert comically large light bulb over my head)

Immediately I knew what was missing, and Chris had hit it on the head. A child, children, one, two, five, it didn't matter, and it was as if he had been reading my mind. I had toyed with the idea of kids for so long when I was younger, but over the last few years we had been so busy that the thought had escaped me. But suddenly hearing those words from my husbands mouth had sent a myriad of thoughts swirling through my brain.

Chris had thought about kids, I mean more than we had discussed briefly in the last few years?

Chris wanted to be a dad? I mean we were both young but we were getting older, but really? We were both so career focused right?

He thought I would make a good dad? I mean...

"Dare I can hear the hamster wheel going a mile a minute. Stop thinking in you head and talk to me sweetheart?"

I must have looked like a lovestruck fool with the blank expression but apparent smile I was wearing. I couldn't wrap my head completely around it but I was instantly happy without saying a word. I was trying to vocalize my thoughts; I tried to think of a way of saying that yes, I would definitely love to be a dad someday and that being a parent with Chris would literally be like filling a whole in my heart that I just realized was still there, but my words came out a little short.

"We could be..dads." Eloquent I know.

But this beautiful and dishevelled man in my arms did that to me, and currently my brain was thinking about holding him whilst I held my son on a lazy August afternoon drifting in our hammock. It was a beautiful image and as I looked at Chris he seemed to be lost in somewhat of the same daydream and I would have given my yearly salary if I could have crawled into that thought with him...he looked so content.

"We will be, i-if you want to that is. I don't know why I thought of this all of a sudden Dare, it's just that sometimes I want the whole thing ya know? The picket fence, well we have that even if its blue, and all the love in the world...I just want it all babe, and I think we'd be great dads ya know?"

My lovable and sometimes stuttering husband; we were so in sync.

That discussion didn't go much further that day. It had slowly dissolved into feverish kisses and whispered wants and desires as Chris claimed me against the kitchen counter. I had thankfully turned off the oven when I knew we couldn't control ourselves, but after an amazing amount of sex in our kitchen, I managed to salvage the vegan feast Chris had tried to make earlier. We even managed to look showered and presentable when our friends arrived and the topic changed into stories of earlier days and plans for all four of us for the future.

Over the next few months, Chris and I broached the topic numerous times, and it seemed like we needed to actually address this thought as opposed to it being something more of a fantasy. The moment seemed to come when we went shopping downtown one afternoon after he was off the phone with his producers. His new movie, one that he was finally not appearing in, was in production and he had taken a few days off to spend them talking to his writers and as I told him "to get some fucking sleep for a change".

We had hit Marc Jacobs, totally not our thing but it was fun buying some fancier things, and then walked for a while, eating a little lunch while sitting on a bench outside the public library. We were able to do this off and on and not get recognized all that much, but we hadn't done it in a while. After a leisurely amount of time we made our way further west and that's when it happened, we passed a children's boutique and my mind wandered. It seemed to wander so far that I was staring into the window like a child myself, one looking into a candy store with longing.

"Did you want to go in?"

The question was the farthest thing from what I thought he would say. He just took my hand and pulled slightly towards the door.

"Come on Romeo, we better see what kind of expenses we're looking at."

We were going to do this. The longing in my heart felt the tiniest bit smaller.

I know that this is stereotypical of all parents, but my heart literally stopped beating for myself the day that we were told we had been chosen by a soon-to-be mother, that she wanted us as the parents to her unborn child. She had been in a difficult circumstance which I won't divulge on, but she couldn't keep the child she carried. We had met with her on numerous occasions at her insistence through our adoption agent when she was making her final decision, and despite our confidentiality agreements we had to enforce, she was more than happy to go along with whatever we needed.

The moment we got the call from the adoption agency, I swear Chris and I stopped loving for just each other, but already gave up the number one spot in our hearts to our unborn child. Despite the insanity of getting everything ready and at that moment knowing we were only 3 months or so away from being fathers, we knew we were ready. Busy in the recording studio for me, and busy in post production for Chris. It was probably the worst time imaginable in that year but we would drop every project and every job if our son or daughter needed it and that was the true testament to us being serious about this growing family.

Because we had also decided to wait until our child was born to know it's sex, somehow it added to the thrill of everything and it wasn't a thrill we were going to ignore.

XXXX

Blue eyes. My life seemed to be threaded along with the needs and wants of everyone with blue eyes in my life.

At first it had been Chris, his glasz orbs that always held the sincerest care for his friends and loved ones, and I did everything I could to cater to that man. I still did to this very day. Now don't get me wrong, Chris was very self reliant, almost stubbornly so, but there were times when he looked at me with a withering glance or a pathetic whimper, the sincere need from those gorgeous blue eyes had me melt and do what I could to see his eyes smile.

Then came Savannah, the blue eyed lady in my life. I hadn't honestly been expecting a daughter but from the moment she was born, those eyes had me hooked. Chris joked with me that she would have her tatay, but I preferred papa, wrapped around her chubby little finger. He wasn't wrong.

So it was yet another night, probably sometimes around 3 a.m when I heard the unmistakable sound of my little girl wailing about something into the night.

Chris grumbled about not wanting to get up, saying it was my turn anyway, and I only agreed because of the blue eyes begging me in the bed next to me, and the ones I knew that needed me in the room next to ours. Yeah blue eyes controlled my life but I let it happen because I was so damn happy.

Getting out of bed, stretching out the kinks that hadn't been there in my twenties I swear, I made my way to the clearly upset little lady in the other room. Seeing her bright red face, even in the darkness of the room always upset me. Chris and I had finally gotten the hang of this parenting thing, and I had to say it was the toughest few months of our relationship thus far. We had toughed it out through battles which could be considered epic yelling wars but we always found our oasis, the contentment we always shared in each others arms, even if we had stay away from each other to cool down, we made it work eventually.

So I trudged into the small light green room, decorated head to toe in Disney to see what could be bothering my little lady. She didn't need changing and Chris had been up to feed her around midnight when she was fussing, so she wasn't hungry, so I did the only thing that seemed to calm her down as of late. I sang.

Now I know I had a large number of songs that I could have chosen from but the one that popped in my head was one that I hadn't sung in long time and as I remembered the first time I sang it to Chris, I smiled and just bundled her closer to my chest, swaying slowly beside her crib.

I had fallen naturally over time into the role of a father, not something that I would have really figured for myself initially, but it made me so happy. Everything would be for Savannah Cerina Karyn Colfer. I know it's a mouthful but we wanted to honour the women who gave us life and love unconditionally. A big name for a big part of our lives. I didn't know if we would have any other kids, we actually might, but at this time we were happy with the family we had.

As if one cue and at a part in the song that seemed appropriate somehow, Chris appeared to my left looking at me with something that came off as quiet adoration. He wrapped his arms around me lightly, careful not to squish our little girl and swayed with us as I sang.

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
You've both got the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen...

I hadn't realized it until then, not really anyway, but you get those moments when we can actually reflect on your life and on what you've accomplished. I had a gorgeous husband whom I loved somehow more with each day, a home, a career to rival most and now a happy, almost asleep, little lady whom loved me as much as I loved her. The space in my heart was finally content. I couldn't long for anything more in my life than I had at this very moment.

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Maybe our lives were like something out of a cheesy fan based fiction, or maybe we were the basis of the American, no strike that, the human dream. We had unconditional love from every angle imaginable and it would only get better from here. Fights would happen, arguments over dinner, and chores and our kids not cleaning their rooms. I would get a small bald patch on the back of my head and I would use my crazy hair to cover it up and pretend as long as I could. Chris would keep his hairline surely but the grey would happen and I would love the look.

We would go to little league games and debate championships. We would dedicate our albums and awards to our kids and try our best to let them see the world as a place that was growing tolerant to everyone; including the odd couple that were their parents.

I had and would have everything that I could ever want, and as long as I kept a strong hold on the things I held most dear...well then the sky's the limit on the dreams we hold most precious.


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OMG It's over. I just want to thank each and every one of my readers, followers, reviewers, or the ones that fall into all three categories. Seriously I'm still overwhelmed, even if some of you have dropped this story, because you gave me a chance. I'm nothing special but these men certainly are. Please let me know what you thought. I await your responses to a epilogue I hold dear, this one is dedicated to you. I have so many ppl I want to thank but I will respond to each review or message in turn as fast as I can. The one-shot will be titled "Unexpected Perfection", and my new Klaine fics should be out within the week. We'll see. Love you xoxoxox