Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything mentioned in this fanfic. Well, I guess I own the Institute (Hospital) where Kurt is, but if it's real then I don't!

Rating: T

Warnings: Cussing

Spoilers: 2x15 "Sexy" and 2x16 "Orignal Song" (I think.)

Word Count: 1,689

A/N: I' ve rewritten the Christmas/Hanukah part of this chapter because I was wrong about Hanukah before, I was combining different religions into one super one. OOPS. I'm sorry. Thank you to countrybutterfly for pointing out my mistake in a respectful manner.

Updates are in A/N below!

Kurt was having a wonderful dream. Blaine, Taylor, Burt, Carole, Finn, Rachel, and himself were all at the Christmas tree putting up decorations. It was years in the future, Taylor was almost seven, but it felt so real. The whole place glowed from all the happiness and joy around.

Rachel and Finn had two kids as well, but Kurt really wasn't looking at that. Nor, was he looking at the fact that Burt was secretly sneaking candy to Taylor and the other grandsons. He did stare at Taylor in her beautiful yellow dress with black shoes and her chestnut locks flowing down her back, but then he looked over to Blaine. All of the blood rushed out of Kurt's head.

Blaine was beautiful, even "old". Hell, Kurt thought that he was even more beautiful than he was now, which was saying something. He had a five o'clock shadow and glasses. "When did Blaine get glasses?" he thought to himself. His hair was curly and longer than he had it at Dalton. Kurt could tell he was wearing some Marc Jacobs but he couldn't tell the other designer... He did know it was some designer though, and daaaammn. Did they make Blaine look good.

Blaine caught Kurt staring at him and smiled while he kissed his lips. When he pulled back Blaine said, "I love how every time I wear this outfit you look at me like that. It's like we met for the first time all over again."

Kurt blushed while intertwining their hands together, and then snuggling close to Blaine. He laid his head down on his shoulder, he was taller so he had to sort of slide over and bend his neck but it was pretty comfortable. He had perfected this movement by the fifth time he did it.

Kurt was brought out of his "trance" of happiness by Rachel Berry's annoying voice. "Aww. Aren't they just the cutest, Finn!"

Kurt sighed back, "We're not puppies, Rachel."

"But haven't you said that Blaine was just like a puppy sometimes? Always wanting attention?" Finn asked innocently. If Kurt was drinking something he would have done a spit-take. He felt Blaine laugh beside him while he blushed and smiled. It was true. Blaine had his puppy moments but he was soo cuuuttee...

They were brought out of that silence by a boy that looked like a combined Finn and Rachel asked, "Grandpa? Do we get to open presents yet?"

It was like the kids knew who the weakest link was to get their way, so all three of them huddled around Burt with puppy dog looks. (In Kurt's biased opinion, Taylor's was the best. She had copied her father to a tee with that...)

Burt stated, "Well, it is Christmas eve... I guess one present wouldn't hurt." The kids shouted and ran to the present pile.

Rachel pipped in, "Get a little one and show it to me before you open it. I wanna save your big surprise for tomorrow." Rachel winked while the kids frowned. I had no idea what was in the Christmas presents. The more I thought about it the more blank I came up with. I really hoped Blaine knew what was what...

Taylor got a little pink box from somewhere in that pile and it had her name on it. She looked at me and said, "Really, dad? I know you like pink but that it such a feminist color." My eyes were wide open. How did she even know what feminist was? Why was she even taking offense to a color? I looked to Blaine for help, as he was chuckling so I figured he knew something...

Blaine said, "I love the big words she comes up with. You know, some of the words I don't even know what they mean and I have to ask her to explain them to me."

I looked at my daughter, who was opening up her present ripping through it. (Darn. We could have reused that...) When she opened it up and got a Power Ranger (Wow. Those were still on after all these years?) she screamed while hugging us both.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Daddies!" She ran over to the boy, who got a race car, and started showing off. I was positive that the girl I raised had manners but in her "home" environment I guess she let go of what she was supposed to be and was just herself. Hmm. I wonder who she got that from. *cough*Blaine*cough* They were both so alike that they reminded me of each other. Although Taylor had my looks (with a sprinkle of Blaine here and there) and some of my bad traits, but she got all of the good things from her father. Yeah. I had to carry her for nine months and she got all my bad traits. Life was so unfair.

After my little monologue, Taylor started speaking to her Aunt Rachel. "Auntie? Aren't you Jewish?"

Rachel looked down and said, "Yes, sweetie." In her "I'm better than you"/"little kid" voice. They sounded about the same to me.

Taylor took offense to that. You could see it in her stance, even by looking at her back. "Well, then why are you celebrating Christmas when the Jewish culture celebrates Hanukah." Her voice was full just enough of innocence to make her sass even sassier.

Rachel was a little irked, (Go Taylor!) "Well, since Finn and I are together we decided to celebrate both of them so that they can decide which they want."

"Uh. No they're not. You have candle stuff and eight days of Hanukah unlike Christmas which is only one day."(A/N: TECHNICALLY it is 12 days but eh. She's a kid. Christmas if you want to be specific is the birth of god so it is only one day specifically since you can't be born tweleve days in a row, but they count the journey to the stable) I was almost laughing by her "I'm right, You're wrong" attitude. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing she got that from me.

Of course, this perked up the other kids attention. "What? Oh! That's why we light candles every night. I thought we were saving on electricity." the boy said.

Rachel stated, "We will talk about this when we get home." Rachel gave Taylor a glare before trying to distract her boys with toys. Taylor rolled her eyes and walked over to us. She plopped down in front of my left leg and Blaine's right leg, leaning into both of us.

"I love my Aunt, I really do, I just hate when she treats me like I'm two." Taylor said with her arms crossed over her chest.

I automatically replied, "I know, sweetie. Her heart does come from a good place but she still annoys me sometimes too. Once you hit puberty and she gives you the "period" talk you're going to want to be a kid again." Blaine chuckled beside me while rubbing Taylor's tense shoulders.

The dream faded to white. The next second there were a ton of lights on me and the room I was in was totally white. God, did it need a make-over. I heard a gruff voice say, "Kurt? Can you hear me?"

I replied, "Yeah." While blinking my eyes trying to get used to my surroundings. The doctor started asking me questions like what the date was, was day of the week was it, (once I couldn't figure that one out), he asked my birthday, my father's name, my boyfriend's name, my child's name... By then I was fully awake and I realized what had happened. I started panicking, the machine to my left started to beep loudly and quickly. I startled everyone, including myself, when I popped into a sitting up position.

I rushedly asked, "Where is Blaine?" The doctor put a calming hand on my arm, below my IV in my elbow joint, and said that they would be in shortly. I sighed in relief, laying back down on my bed, fully relaxed.

A/N: I'm writing the smut from the last chapter. I'll tell you next chapter the title of said one-shot.

My computer is messed up so... I have a Nook so I can read fanfiction but I can't write it. (besides the fact I suck with that keyboard anyway... Touch screens and me are weird) So, I'm sorry. But the last time I didn't update that long was on purpose to see if I'd get any more reviews. (Yes, I'm a review whore) I tell you to review so people don't die and I get a million reviews. I ask you to review and you don't...

SO I COMMAND YOU TO REVIEW.

(with a dose of Klaine mixed in there.) Let's see how this works.