3 years later
"Blaine, could you drive any slower?"
Blaine groaned and glared at his boyfriend for the millionth time in the last ten minutes. "There is a speed limit, Kurt," Blaine said slowly.
Kurt sighed and rested his head back on the headrest, closing his eyes. "Well I'm sorry Carole decided to go into labor," Kurt snapped. "Actually, blame it on my dad. This is what they get for not using protection."
Blaine chuckled softly and shook his head. He honestly didn't believe them when they'd told him, Kurt, and Finn that they were pregnant. He may have even laughed out loud until he saw their serious expressions and realized that it wasn't some kind of joke.
But Blaine wasn't irritated about having to make an emergency trip to the hospital.
No, he was irritated because it was screwing up all of his plans for the evening.
And they were important plans.
There was also the fact lingering in the back of his mind that this was the same place he'd had to visit three years ago when Kurt was sick.
And it was also the place where his sister had died.
But ever since Kurt's recovery – ever since Blaine saved him – Blaine hadn't looked at Clarke's death in the same way he had previously. It was no longer something that haunted him wherever he went. That dream – if that's even what it was – that Blaine had following his accident had caused Blaine to finally forget about the death aspect of Clarke. And he now focused on when she was living and whole.
Blaine continued to drive to the hospital slightly above the speed limit, careful not run any lights or ignore any stop signs despite Kurt's protests.
"Kurt, I'm not going to get in another accident," Blaine explained softly, caressing Kurt's thigh in an attempt to calm him down.
"Well, something pretty good came out of your last one," Kurt replied, turning to face Blaine with a soft smile on his face.
Blaine grinned back at him and grabbed his hand, caressing it with his thumb softly. "Yeah," Blaine whispered, his eyes flashing from the road to Kurt. "I got to keep you."
Kurt's smile widened and he scooted over in his seat, reaching out to caress Blaine's cheek. He leaned over and pressed a small kiss to it, nuzzling Blaine's neck with his nose. "Thank you," he whispered, his lips brushing against Blaine's jaw. "I know I say it like three times a day, but I still don't think I say it enough."
Blaine gripped Kurt's hand even tighter, turning and staring intently into his eyes. "Just don't ever leave me, alright?" Kurt nodded vigorously, and Blaine cocked a smile and continued talking. "Me and Chester can't be separated for too long."
Kurt laughed and swatted Blaine on the shoulder, resting his hand on it before moving it down and rubbing the spot on Blaine's chest where he knew the scar was. "Way to ruin the moment," Kurt replied, his eyes soft and glowing.
Blaine pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later. Kurt was out of the car within minutes, running around and opening Blaine's door. He grabbed Blaine's hand and the two trotted into the hospital.
"Hummel," Kurt told the receptionist.
She nodded and gave the two a curious look before she said anything. "Do I know you?" She asked Blaine.
And holy hell. It was the receptionist that Blaine had lied to during his first visit to Kurt. "No," Blaine responded instantly. "I've never seen you before."
She nodded again but gave him a suspicious look before telling them way to the waiting room.
Once they arrived, they found Finn and Rachel seated in the corner, Finn's head rested on Rachel's shoulder, his eyes wide and panicky.
"Blaine!" Finn called when he noticed them. "Man, I got here and was like 'This is so weird without Blaine here.' Because the last time we were here, it was me and you freaking out in the waiting room and –"
"I remember, Finn," Blaine responded, wanting Finn to just stop talking. "I remember all too well."
Because he really did. That night, when they thought Kurt wasn't going to make it – the emotions had stayed with him. If he thought about it for long enough, he could make himself feel like that now, even though he knew for a fact that Kurt was healthy and alive beside him.
And Blaine never, never wanted to have to feel like that again.
Kurt grabbed his hand and led him over so that they were sitting next to Finn and Rachel. "How is she?" Kurt asked him.
Finn shrugged. "Dad came out and said that she was in labor, but he didn't know how much longer."
Kurt sighed and slumped in his seat, resting his head on Blaine's arm. Blaine shifted a little so that he could wrap his arm around Kurt, smiling a little as he noticed the plastic ring on Kurt's finger. He touched it lightly with his hand, causing Kurt to look up at him and press a soft kiss to Blaine's jaw.
The four of them stayed silent, staring at either the clock, the door, or the way – just waiting for something to happen or for someone to come out.
Kurt gripped Blaine's arm tightly, Blaine grinning slightly at him as he felt Kurt feeling his biceps. "Like what you feel?" He whispered in Kurt's ear.
Kurt blushed and ducked his head, still not removing his hand from Blaine's arm.
"It's okay for you to want my bod," Blaine grinned at him, winking. "Because you know that I want yours too."
Kurt blushed again and glared at him, but his eyes were shining and dark and Blaine knew that he was right in some respect.
"Okay, guys, no offense, but we really don't want to watch you guys have eyesex with each other," Finn interjected, Blaine watching as Kurt's bedroom eyes went away. He groaned and glared at Finn once, seeing that the tall boy was smirking at him.
"At least I'm getting some," Blaine retorted, nudging Finn with his elbow.
Finn opened his mouth to protest and then closed it abruptly. Rachel was staring at her shoes, her whole face red.
Kurt was shaking his head fondly at Blaine, his hand grabbing Blaine's and holding it tight. "I love you," he whispered in Blaine's ear.
Blaine opened his mouth to talk when Burt came out from the room, his shrubs pushed up to his elbows and his forehead. "It's a girl," he told the four of them, a wide grin on his face.
"Oh my god," Kurt squealed, burying his head in Blaine's shoulder before leaping up and wrapping his father in a hug. "I have a little sister."
Burt grinned and hugged Kurt back. "Do you guys want to see her?" He asked.
Kurt nodded and ushered to Blaine, who stood up and followed them into the room.
"Two at a time," Burt said, glancing at Finn and Rachel. "So you two can come next, okay?"
Finn nodded and sat back down, Rachel patting his arm soothingly.
Blaine caught up to Kurt and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. Kurt glanced over at him, his eyes alight and excited as he followed Burt into the room.
"Kurt," Carole exclaimed softly when they entered the room. "Blaine, honey."
Blaine smiled at her and went over to her side, brushing her hair out of her eyes like he did to him when he had been in the hospital.
He was so concerned for Carole that he almost didn't notice the tiny baby in her arms. Kurt squealed in delight and knelt beside the bed to get a better view of the baby.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, his eyes wide, "Blaine you have to see her face."
Blaine's eyebrows scrunched in confusion at Kurt's sudden seriousness. But he knelt down beside him and looked at the baby.
He caught one look at her and gasped.
She had jet black hair and bright hazel eyes.
"Oh my god," he breathed, reaching his hand out tentatively to caress the baby's cheek. He could feel the water welling in his eyes, his other hand searching for Kurt's and squeezing it once he found it.
"I know, baby," Kurt whispered in his ear. "I know."
Carole and Burt were looking at the two in wonder, Blaine knowing that neither of them had a clue as to what was going on.
"What is it?" Carole eventually asked.
"She's beautiful," Blaine breathed. He looked up at Carole for a moment before his gaze dropped back down to the baby. "And she looks just like Clarke."
He heard Carole's intake of breath, and then the tears started flowing out of his eyes. "How did she get black hair and hazel eyes, anyway?" Blaine asked her, laughing wetly and wiping the tears out of his eyes. Kurt's arm wound around his waist and held him close, watching Blaine's face as he gazed on at the baby.
"I don't know," Carole whispered, her hand finding the top of Blaine's head and patting his curls – which he now let free every day. "I was wondering the same."
"He looks just like her," Blaine said again. "Except she has Kurt's nose."
Blaine saw Carole glance over at Burt, who nodded his head once. "Blaine," Carole said. Blaine looked up at her, watching a fond smile spread on Kurt's lips.
"What would you say if we named her Clarke?"
Blaine opened his mouth and then closed it before turning to Kurt and burying his head in his shoulder and letting out a small sob. "Carole," he breathed into Kurt's neck. "You don't have to do that for me."
"We want to, Blaine," Carole whispered. "You're one of us now."
Blaine lifted his head up and glanced over at Burt, who was giving him a curious look. Blaine shook his head and motioned towards Carole and the baby, causing Burt to nod in understanding.
"What –" Kurt started, noticing Burt and Blaine's interactions.
"Later," Blaine whispered before turning to Carole.
"We want to name her that," Carole told him. "You're practically a Hummel now, Blaine."
"Why don't you name her Elizabeth after Kurt's mom?" Blaine asked, because he really didn't want to make the Hummels name their daughter after his sister because of him.
"Because we got a cat named Elizabeth, remember?" Burt grunted. "The one Kurt refused to take to college with him?"
Blaine snorted, remembering buying Kurt the cat and having it turn out to be completely evil.
"It is pretty evil," Blaine said. "I may have told Kurt I wouldn't live with him unless the cat stayed with you."
Burt laughed and shook his head fondly. "Of course you did."
"Well," Carole interrupted their banter about Kurt's evil cat, "We're naming her Clarke, Blaine. End of story."
"Carole –" Blaine began to protest again, but she shook her head.
"Blaine, we're doing this for you," Carole said. "You saved Kurt's life. It's honestly the least we could do."
Something about Carole's sentence brought a very important fact back to Blaine's awareness.
"Wow," Blaine breathed, looking at Kurt. "Today's exactly three years since the transplant."
The whole year went silent, trying to work out how one event – how one baby being born could bring about so many coincidences.
Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine gently, letting his lips linger for a moment.
"It's three years since you saved my life," Kurt whispered, pressing another kiss to Blaine's lips.
Blaine stood up a few moments later, holding his hand out for Kurt and helping him up. He didn't release his hand, though. "Well, I'm sure Finn and Rachel are practically dying out there," he said, leaning over to press a kiss to Carole's temple. "And we've got dinner reservations."
Both Burt and Carole's eyes lit up at that statement, Blaine hoping that it went unnoticed by Kurt.
"Goodbye, Clarke," he whispered at the tiny baby. "I'll see you soon."
Kurt kissed both Carole and the baby before giving his dad another hug. Burt whispered something in his ear that caused him to blush and scuffle out of the room.
Blaine went to follow him when Burt's hand caught his shoulder.
"Tonight, then?" He asked, and Blaine nodded.
"That was the plan for a while now," Blaine answered, grinning over at Carole and the baby. "They got slightly changed though."
Burt nodded and released Blaine, allowing him to follow Kurt out of the room.
"Where are we going?" Kurt asked once they were back in the car. Blaine glanced at the clock, realizing that no restaurants would be open at 11:30 at night.
"Want to get some fast food or something and go back to your parent's house?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded and Blaine started his drive towards the nearest fast food restaurant.
Once they were back at the Hummels, Blaine took Kurt's hand, grabbing the bag of food out the other one and setting it down on the table.
"Come with me," Blaine said, guiding him towards the backyard. The moon was out and shining, the stars sparkling brightly in the sky.
Kurt followed him, his hand interlaced with Blaine's. "I thought we said we weren't going to have sex outside after what happened last time," Kurt said, a small smile on his face.
"We're not having sex," Blaine turned around once they'd gotten to his desired position in the yard. "We'll save that for later." He winked and watched as Kurt flushed, wondering how those little things could still make him flush after all that they'd done.
"Our food's going to get cold," Kurt murmured, shuffling a little closer to Blaine.
Blaine laughed fondly and shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Somehow I don't think you'll care about the food in a few minutes."
"What do you –" Kurt abruptly stopped talking as he watched Blaine remove one of his hands from his pocket, a small black velvet box resting in his palm. Blaine sunk to one knee as he watched Kurt's eyes widen, his hand going up to cover his open mouth.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine breathed, wondering why the nerves were settling in now. He'd been fine all day, and now was the time he became nervous. He let out a small, nervous chuckle before continuing. "I love you," he started and really, Blaine, way to state the obvious.
Blaine took his free hand and grabbed Kurt's, holding onto it and gazing into Kurt's beautiful blue eyes as he watched them fill with tears. "I know we're only twenty," he said, pausing to chuckle, "And now that I think about it that's really young for this but . . ." Blaine paused and pressed a small kiss to Kurt's hand. "Three years ago, we almost lost each other," Blaine whispered quietly. "And, when I bought these," Blaine touched the plastic ring on Kurt's finger, "I was desperate. I didn't know what was happening, and all I could think was how I never would have gotten to do anything with you."
Blaine took a shaky breath as he opened up the ring box and placed it in Kurt's shaking hands. "I never want to feel like that again," Blaine whispered. "I want to know that I've done everything in my power to bring us as close together as possible. Because I'm in love with you, Kurt. You're unforgettable, and I don't think that I could stay away from you even if I tried."
Kurt let out a wet chuckle. "Not just because I have your kidney?"
"Not just because you have my kidney," Blaine responded, smiling. He stood up and took the ring box out of Kurt's hands, taking the ring out and gently slipping the plastic ring off, replacing it with the real one.
"So, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered into his ear, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. "Will you marry me?"
Kurt choked back another sob and nodded eagerly, throwing his arms around Blaine's neck and planting a rough, passionate kiss to his lips. "Yes," he mumbled as he kissed Blaine with everything he had. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Blaine grinned and pulled away, his eyes glistening with tears and shining with excitement and joy.
"That's what that look was about with my dad, wasn't it?" Kurt asked, his forehead resting against Blaine's.
Blaine nodded. "I promised him I would tell him before I asked you," he murmured. "I always keep my promises."
Blaine thought back to the baby Clarke, and the promise he made his sister that one dreadful night.
I'll see you tomorrow.
It may not be the tomorrow he was referring to, but he had seen her again. He'd seen her through the baby, the one he was pretty sure was sent down as a sort of angle for him.
Kurt smiled and leant in to kiss Blaine again, this time slower and more sensual. "I love you," Kurt breathed into his mouth, Blaine wanting him to never let go.
"I love you, too," Blaine responded, his lips moving with Kurt's, pressing against them a little harder and silencing their talking. "Obviously, since I did just propose to you," he added after a moment more of kissing.
Kurt broke away and laughed, wiping a tear out of his eye. "We're getting married," Kurt whispered, rubbing his hand over Blaine's scar on his chest. Blaine always found it fascinating how he knew where the scar was, even through his clothing. He always said that it was almost more important than the scar from the kidney removal, since it was the one that had caused Blaine's revelation about his blood type.
"Yeah," Blaine breathed, "We are."
Kurt leant back in and pressed his lips to Blaine's again, Blaine letting himself get lost in the kiss.
Everything was going to turn out alright.
As long as he had Kurt by his side and Clarke in his mind, nothing could ever go wrong.
Because, even when Kurt's life was on the line, Blaine knew they were going to make it. Kurt may have died, but Kurt would have always remained in Blaine's heart.
And, as he found out with Clarke, when you love someone, nothing can change that. They may not be with you anymore, but the way you feel about them will never change.
Blaine had Kurt by his side for the rest of his journey here on earth and Clarke waiting for him in the afterlife.
He continued kissing Kurt until they were both breathless.
"I'll never say goodbye to you," Kurt whispered in his ear. Blaine smiled and gently kissed Kurt's neck.
He and Kurt were in this for the long run. And Blaine wouldn't have it any other way.
Well, that's that.
Wow, is that a tree in my eye?
Anyway, I hope this was a good ending to the story. I hope no one was disappointed by the ending.
So, thank you all for your love and support of this story and me. Thank you for putting up with the long waits and the cliffhangers, and i'm sorry for messing with your emotions.
I am posting one and only one alternate ending. It'll be a tearjerker, I can promise you that. So I'm leaving this as 'in progress' until i get that posted, which with any luck will be tomorrow.
Again, thank you all and I hope you enjoyed this story. It's my first completed WIP and, like I said before, it kind of grew a forest in my eye.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
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