Chapter 14 – Epilogue

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A/N: So here it is, folks, the awesome epilogue I promised you. Thanks to everyone who stuck with us and who reviewed, favorited us, etc. Thanks as well to our wonderful beta, Gayforkurt – who I also wish would continue writing, because I think she's just great. Last, but not least, thanks to Melissa. Maier. 902, my wonderful co-conspirator. It was a monumental pleasure working with you, M, and I look forward to continuing our other project, 'Don't Mess with the Godmother'. Cheers!

– Kurtofsky4eva (aka J.)

Kurt's POV

I leaned back in my chair and surveyed the room. Everything was perfect; the wedding went off without a hitch – thank Gaga! I don't think I could've handled any surprise fires to put out. I looked out at the dance floor and smiled; pretty much everyone I love is out there.

Santana and Brittany were slow dancing with their little boy between them. The girls had graduated from the Conservatory and used the money Tana's parents had given her to move to New York and open their own dance studio. The girls got married about six months after arriving in the city and had little Shawn about two years ago. I was happy to donate to their family since they'd helped David and me have ours. I was surprised when they announced Tana was actually going to carry the baby, but Britt had already done it so I guess they both wanted the experience. Dave doted on Tana the whole time and I know that bitch played it for all it was worth – not that I blame her – some things never change. I looked up to see Britt wave at me and Tana blow me a kiss. I returned both.

My eyes drifted around the room. Mike and Tina were sitting with Artie and his wife, Laura. Laura was expecting their first child and I could see Artie lean over and rub her belly every so often. Artie had gone out west after high school, attending film school, and eventually breaking into the movie industry after his short film won an award at the Sundance Festival. Laura had been his assistant, but Dave says it was always obvious she had a thing for Artie. It makes me laugh how much of a romantic my man is.

The Changs had twin boys who are about five now, if I remember correctly. Mike toured with a dance company after graduation for about a year before he was approached by some guy about doing a TV show where Mike would play a high school student who danced in a glee club. He was really good at it and stayed on the show for four seasons, all the while doing several dance-themed movies, earning himself a good reputation. Eventually they settled in LA and Mike does a lot of choreography now. Tina surprised us all, though; after college she did some dancing and even spent eight months in a play traveling the US. She couldn't really find something she liked until they were in California. Someone she met got her to do some writing and, the next thing we know, she's a full-fledged author on the best-seller list. I, for one, am so proud of her.

I shifted in my chair stretching my back a little. My eyes landed on Puck. He was on the dance floor with his daughter, Beth, spinning the young lady around. He looks so happy, I can't help but smile. During our last year in college, Shelby got into an accident, leaving Noah as Beth's sole guardian. I remember he was so freaked out, thinking we were all going to kick him out of the loft. Finn finally set him straight and explained that there was no way we would ask him to leave, that Beth belonged to all of us. That certainly turned out to be so true! That year we all took turns going to parent-teacher conferences and other school functions. The looks we received were hilarious! Finally, one teacher had the nerve to ask which one of the five of us was actually Beth's parent and the answer she got was "all of us". Poor woman didn't know what hit her. Seeing them dancing, though, it made my heart swell. They both have come so far. Noah wound up getting a degree in Nursing and was currently working as an EMT. Beth was going to be starting high school in the fall. We are all a little excited about that one.

Quinn wasn't at the reception as she had to leave to get back to Washington D.C. She was there for the ceremony and it was really good to see the Senator as she greeted all of her old friends with genuine hugs. After graduating from Yale with her law degree, Quinn spent two years interning for the Senator from New York before deciding that she could do a far better job than that 'pompous old fool', her words not mine. She won the election as the severe under-dog but she deserved it. She works hard and is very supportive to the people. It didn't surprise me at all.

Mercedes sat down next to me with a smile. "Boo, do you want me to bring you a drink or something to eat?"

"No, thanks, I'm fine. I'm enjoying the chance to just sit and relax for a bit." I reached out and squeezed her hand. "I must tell you, though; you look amazing in that dress. I approve! And however did you get Az to clean up so well?" We both broke into giggles.

"It wasn't easy, that's for sure! That man had to be threatened with bodily harm just to hold still for his damn tux fitting."

"I bet! I'm glad you were both able to make it, I was afraid he would be off to training camp or you'd start a new tour or something."

"White boy, we wouldn't miss this for the world! I mean, this wedding is what, ten years in the making?" She shook her head as she laughed.

"Tell me about it! I was afraid it was never going to happen, something always kept getting in the way."

Azimio came over carrying two drinks, one of which he handed to his wife.

"S'up, Fancy? How ya doin'?"

"Good, now that I can see for myself that you're treating my girl like the diva she is." I smiled brightly at him.

He snorted. "Got that diva part right!"

"Aww, hell-to-the-no! You did not just go there." Mercy stood up and Az's eyes went wide.

I couldn't help laughing as she dragged him away to yell at him. No one would believe me if I told them the starting left-guard for the Miami Dolphins was scared to death of his wife, but the proof was in the way you could see him apologizing over in the corner. It never failed to amaze me when I think about those two getting together. If I remember correctly, it was junior year in college, right before Beth moved in, and we were on Thanksgiving break and decided to stay in the city.

Mike, Tina, Tana and Britt had come up from Boston and Mercy had flown in from California. We were surprised when Az showed up as he never had given David a definite answer. We were even more surprised the next morning when I got up to start cooking and found Rachel taking pictures with her phone of the couple cuddled up together. We had looked at each other and whispered 'blackmail photos!' I ran to get my phone and soon we had texted the photos to all of our friends.

The two kept in touch throughout the following year and when Azimio went out to California to talk with the coaches for the Chargers they apparently hooked up. They were together for a couple of years, doing the long distance thing, before he popped the question the night before the playoffs. I was so happy for them both and David was jumping around like a kid in a candy store.

Blaine appeared at my side, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, you," he smiled at me.

"Hey, yourself," I smiled back. "I'm glad you guys could make it."

"We wouldn't miss this highly publicized event! Besides, Sam had to collect his winnings from the betting pool."

"I can't believe you all bet on whether this wedding would happen or not!"

"Oh, no! No, no, no… we all knew it WOULD happen. We bet on WHEN!" He started laughing.

"You are all ridiculous!" I chuckled anyway. "Speaking of Sam, where is your husband? I haven't seen him since this morning when you guys arrived at the hotel."

"I think he was dancing with Carole."

The whole Blaine situation was weird at first. After graduation, when the five of us moved to New York, Blaine wrote David and me a ten-page apology letter. He took ownership for some of his less than stellar behavior and both of us appreciated it. Then we learned that the reason he did it was because of the close friendship he had formed with Sam once we were all gone. Sam helped him to be a little less selfish and self-centered and Blaine helped build Sam's self-confidence. Their friendship was a really great thing. When they both decided to go to college in California, no one thought anything of it, but it seemed the two had grown closer than anyone thought. Mercedes was the one to call me with the gossip, saying she'd seen them out one night and it did not look platonic to her.

Sure enough, about a year later, the duo started dating, off and on. It wasn't until after college and Sam was teaching at a junior college that the two started living together. The 'bromance' turned into 'romance' and the rest is history. The nice thing is, he and I were able to put our baggage behind us, where it belonged, and return to being friends. I'd always liked that boy I met on the stairs at Dalton and I missed him when he went away. Now we Skype and chat often and it feels right to have my friend back.

"Hey, where did you go? You kinda spaced out on me," Blaine asked.

"Sorry. It's just… seeing everyone together in one room again is making me nostalgic. It's been years since the five of us lived together but I kinda miss it. Plus, seeing you and the others in person and not on my computer is a bonus. I feel like Simba at the end of The Lion King as he looks at everything coming full-circle."

Blaine laughed. "Oh, Kurt! Only you could make a 'Lion King' reference sound endearing."

"Shut up! Jerk!" but I was smiling and it felt good to laugh and joke together.

He held up his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay… I'm gonna go dance with my man. I'll talk to you later; save me a dance, will ya?"

"Absolutely."

The DJ announced the newly-wed couple would like to share a dance. I sat up straighter and when I heard that familiar music start, I couldn't help but laugh. 'Don't Stop Believing' filled the room and everyone turned to watch the groom lift the bride into the air and twirl her around. Rachel looks amazing! And yes, I am allowed to be biased – after all, I designed and created the one-of-a-kind dress she is wearing, along with the tux that is gracing Finn's form. It had taken ten years to get to this point and it was a relief that it was finally over. They are the last of us to get married.

It wasn't that my brother didn't want to marry Rachel; he always did, but the timing just never seemed to be right. Rachel landed the lead role in the Funny Girl revival during college and her career took off like a rocket. Broadway commanded and Rachel performed. It is breathtaking to watch her perform. Finn graduated from college and went on to get his teaching certification – which was no surprise to anyone. The couple lived together and were obviously in love but they just couldn't seem to get the timing right. I had designed her dress, on paper, several years ago and it needed very little updating before turning the drawing into the flawless silk and lace creation I now watched float across the dance floor. I was so happy for them both, I didn't even notice the tear that slipped down my cheek until it was caught by a little hand.

"Daddy, why are you crying?"

I smiled down at my daughter. Katherine Elizabeth Karofsky was hanging onto her Papa's hand as she reached out to me.

"I'm just happy Uncle Finn and Aunt Rachel finally got married, sweetie. They are happy tears."

"Oh, okay!" She peered into my arms. "Is he still sleeping?"

"Afraid so; he's been running around all day. I think he wore himself out." I shifted my son in my arms, trying not to disturb him.

Biologically, Katie is mine, with Brittany being the surrogate. Our son, David Andrew Karofsky, was David's, with Brittany volunteering again. Katie inherited her mother's blonde curls and peach complexion but she had my blue-green eyes. Little David also got his mother's blonde curls but at three years old they were starting to turn darker. At least he got his father's beautiful green eyes. The little guy had been running all day and as soon as the ceremony was over he crawled into my lap and fell asleep. Katie had been busy dragging her papa all over the dance floor.

"Do you want me to take him, Fancy? I know he can get pretty heavy."

"No, I got him." I smiled up at my handsome husband and beautiful daughter. "I think I'm going to wake him up in a few anyway; otherwise, he will never go back to sleep tonight."

"Papa, can I go see Grandpa Paul and Grandpa Burt?" Katie pointed to where our fathers were sitting and laughing together.

"Sure, baby." David was always giving in to whatever crazy thing her five-year-old brain could come up with.

I shook my head and chuckled.

"What?" His eyes got big as he looked back at me.

"Nothing, Hamhock. It just never ceases to amaze me how she has you wrapped around her little finger."

"Can you blame me? Especially when she looks at me with your eyes and your pout… It's like kryptonite!"

Now I really laughed. The baby stirred in my arms.

I looked down at him and smoothed his hair back. "Hey, buddy, you gonna wake up?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, everyone's gonna eat all the cake if you don't wake up, little man." David smirked at me as this got the boy to jolt right up.

"Papa! Cake!"

I smirked. "Good going, Dr. Frankenstein, he's all yours." I handed over our son and stretched my body.

David wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You stay right here, Fancy. I'm gonna get this little monster some cake and drop him off with my dad. You promised me a dance."

"Bye-bye, Daddy," Davey waved at me as they walked away.

A minute later, I spotted David talking with the DJ before coming back to me. He was grinning.

"This next song is a dedication to Kurt… from your loving husband." The announcement filled the room and then the music started. It was the song I'd sung to him at senior prom, the same song he sang to me at our wedding. I moved into his arms effortlessly, resting my head on his shoulder.

I am so proud of everything he's accomplished. He played hockey in college and was drafted into the NHL right after graduation. After playing three years of professional hockey, David retired after a minor injury, he went back to school for a bit and then started representing other athletes, including Azimio. He said he wanted to walk away from playing while he could still walk and he seemed very happy with his choices. He was one of the first openly gay players to be drafted. There are others who are out now but they did it after they had been established with their teams. My David was out from the start. He asked me to marry him, on the ice, in front of a sold-out home crowd when the game fell on Valentine's Day. It made headlines, but it's New York and fan support was amazing.

I graduated from Parsons and went to work for a small independent fashion designer. It was a great learning experience but I really wanted to branch out on my own. So, when David was drafted, he told me to take the check and open my own design house. It was a huge risk and I was terrified, but David kept pushing me, telling me there wasn't anything I couldn't do.

I got my first break when Quinn won the Senate seat and asked me to design a whole new wardrobe for her. It went over fabulously. Then when Mercedes went on tour for her first album, she had me design all of the costumes. However, my biggest break came from Rachel when she had me design a dress for her to wear to the Tony awards. She proudly strutted down the red carpet with my brother, boasting about the original Hummel Design dress she wore. Suddenly there were jobs coming in left and right. David and I celebrated my first Vogue photo shoot by deciding to start our family and we haven't looked back since.

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Dave's POV

I'll never get tired of holding Kurt in my arms, whether dancing or making love… or just cuddling together on a couch or on a beach. Finn and Rachel's wedding, though, brought back memories of our own.

I finally proposed, officially proposed to Kurt at the height of my hockey career in the most romantic, dramatic way I could think of. Seeing Kurt's beautiful but startled face up on the Jumbatronic screen as I asked him that question will always stay with me. The roar from the crowd when he said yes was deafening. I remember how my heart hammered as he made his way towards the ice and I scooped him up and kissed him, right there in front of my teammates, the other team and thousands of screaming fans. It was something right out of one of those romantic movies that he loves so much.

The years have been really good to us and then, to top everything off, Brittany, with Santana's approval, offered to be surrogate for us, her favorite dolphin couple. I love that girl, probably more than Satan, though I'd never tell her that. I value my balls too much!

When Katie arrived, I don't think I'd ever cried so much in my life. Kurt hadn't been any better and we must have looked like a couple of crazy people as we hugged our precious baby girl and cried. Brittany had had a difficult time of it but she had never looked as beautiful as when she was lying there, all sweaty and tired but with a huge smile as she watched us. How can you thank someone for a gift like that? Santana had been with her every step of the way and I think it was the first time I'd probably seen her cry like that.

I remember, too, the look in my dad's eyes when he told me he'd called my mom and told her about our daughter. She had been slowly getting back into our lives but I knew, from the look on my dad's face, that he hoped this news and the fact of her being a grandma would bring her back fully. I hoped so, too, and sure enough, mom turned up for the christening. Cue the waterworks again, but this time it was my mom who wept all over us. The look on her face when she held Katie was priceless and in that moment, I think I forgave her completely. Kurt, well, I think he took a little longer, but I understand.

Three and a half years later, our precious David Andrew came along and though I'd wanted his name to be the other way around, I gave in to Kurt's demands. He said he wanted there to be two David Karofskys around, I don't know why. It made me feel more loved, anyhow, especially with the way Kurt talks about Davey being the spitting image of me.

For my part, Katie will always be my little Princess. She's a tiny version of Kurt, down to the pout and the haughty expression when she doesn't get her way. Contrary to what Kurt thinks, and tells everyone, I'm not a pushover for Katie but I have to admit that she holds a special place in my heart. Maybe because she's our firstborn but also, maybe it's because she looks so much like Kurt. Those beautiful eyes of his looking back from her sweet little face… ah, well, maybe I am a pushover after all.

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Later that night, after we'd left the wedding and the kids were down for the night, Kurt and I cuddled in one of our favorite spots in our condo – in front of the huge fireplace. We could also see the New York City skyline from our couch through the floor-to-ceiling windows Kurt had insisted upon, and I think it's one of the most romantic sights ever. I know for certain that Kurt thinks it is; in his mind, New York is the center of the universe, as I always tease him.

We cuddled and made out like teenagers, glad that the kids' nanny had the night off, and when I looked down at Kurt, half naked and skin gleaming in the glow from the fireplace, I realized I was more in love now than ever. He smiled up at me with that soft, knowing look and reached up a hand to smooth the hair from my forehead.

"What's the matter, sweetie," he asked in that soft, slightly huskier voice of his. I thought for years that his voice would never deepen but it did, only a bit, though. It was such a sexy voice that listening to him moan when we're making love is enough sometimes to push me closer to the edge.

I smiled back at him and shook my head. "Nothing's wrong, babe, I'm just admiring the view."

He tilted his head to glance almost upside down at the cityscape and I tickle him to get him to look back at me. "Not that view!"

He giggled and squirmed beneath me. "I know!"

I couldn't help stopping his laughter with my mouth and when I sank into the kiss, he wrapped his arms and legs around me. He moaned into the kiss and then gasped as our erections rubbed together; he pulled away and smirked up at me.

"Want to take this somewhere more comfortable, big guy?"

His seductive voice and the gleam in his blue-green eyes had me swallowing hard and, without answering, I stood up and scooped him up in my arms. I laughed as he protested; he always does, but I secretly think he likes the fact that I'm big enough to do this without any stress.

I kissed him again and when he relaxed into the kiss, I moved carefully into our bedroom, kicking the door shut before tossing him onto the massive bed. He laughed softly as he bounced and then scooted up to the middle of the bed, a favorite place for him to sit and watch me while I undress. It takes no time at all to slip out of my robe and then I'm on him, sliding between those long, strong, welcoming legs.

"David," he murmured and a slight shudder ran through me at the feel of his soft breath against my lips.

"Love you, Kurt, so much," I said, pulling back to stare into his widely dilated eyes - and then I set to my favorite task of blowing Kurt Hummel Karofsky's mind.

The End