Ok, so this is the epilogue. Thank you all again a million times for every single kind word, every line of constructive criticism, and every single message of encouragement. Thanks for loving Dave and Kurt as much as I do. It's nice to have people to obsess with! p.s.- I will be posting the NYC chapter before midnight as the first "love letters: one shot". I hope you like it. It's been making me cry!

Kurt didn't know what it was that woke him. The low hum of music, or the sound of feminine laughter.

Or maybe it was that he was cold. He didn't sleep well without Dave to keep him warm.

Following the noise, he walked silently to the living room, where the golden light of a single lamp spilled over the room's two occupants.

Leaning against the doorframe, unseen, Kurt watched the interaction between the two, his heart swelling in his chest.

"Tell me again daddy"

"Again, baby doll?"

"Daddy! I am not a baby doll. I am a ballerina"

"Ohh...I thought you were a ninja?"

"I am! A ninja ballerina!"

Kurt could see silent laughter shaking Dave's chest as he scooped their daughter up in his arms. God, he loved the way his husband laughed. He loved even more the seeing him with their daughter.

They'd named her Elizabeth. Partly for Dave's sister Elly, who'd given birth to her, allowing their child to have both Karofsky and Hummel genes, and partly for Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

The author of the words from Dave's first love letter to Kurt.

Kurt's eyes misted over as his daughter and his husband began to dance. Elizabeth's tiny, 3 year old, pajama clad body was wrapped up tight in Dave's secure arms. He remembered once thinking that he would never have to share Dave with any woman.

How wrong he'd been.

From the moment Elizabeth had been born, with her flaming red hair and hazel eyes, she'd captured both of their hearts.

She shared Kurt's love of fashion and music, and Dave's love of sports and words. And while she had Mrs. Karofsky's red hair and Dave's beautiful hazel eyes, she had inherited Kurt's lean build, and his mother's delicate facial features.

She was everything that was beautiful and good about the both of them wrapped into one tiny, adorable package.

One tiny, adorable, demanding package.

Her head resting on Dave's shoulders, she was insisting that he "tell her again". Kurt wondered what story Dave had been telling her. What had woken her in the middle of a cold November night to ask for this story again.

Kurt smiled ruefully, preparing to intervene. Elizabeth had Dave wrapped around her finger. He'd indulge her every request if Kurt didn't step in. Before he could make his presence known, Dave began speaking to their daughter in a low murmur.

"Well, where do we begin?"

Elizabeth yawned, her head nodding sleepily, as Dave continued his slow, turning dance with her.

"It starts with the two princes, remember Daddy?"

"Oh, that's right. Well, once upon a time, there were two princes. One was very handsome and brave. The other had been cursed by an evil witch and this curse made the Prince feel that he was very ugly and he hid from everyone, because he was sure that no one could love him."

Elizabeth, drifting in and out of sleep, mumbled.

"That's so sad, daddy. Was he cursed with flaming red hair? Because that's what Aunt Becky says my red hair is. A curse"

Dave laughed again, his chest shaking the now almost completely sleeping girl.

"No, sweetie. Your red hair is beautiful. Aunt Becky is jealous. This prince was just cursed into thinking he was ugly and horrible, but he wasn't. Only he was so sure that he was that he wouldn't let anyone ever really see him."

Spinning slowly with his tiny daughter, the strains of "unchained melody" playing the background, Dave didn't see Kurt until he was standing there, tears in his eyes.

Wrapping their arms around each other and their daughter, Kurt and Dave danced, Elizabeth cradled carefully between them.

Whispering, so as not to wake their child, Kurt asked his husband

"So, what happened next?"

Dave smiled, his hazel eyes bright.

"Well, one day the cursed prince met the handsome and brave prince. And the handsome prince was the first person that could see beyond the curse. Not only could he see beyond it, but he could break the curse. "

And once again, like all those years ago in high school, Kurt was lost in the words of the only man he'd ever loved.

"How did he break it?"

Dave; cradling his husband's cheek in his big, weathered hand, closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

"He broke the curse with a song. Singing was his super power, you know"

"Oh really? What song?"

Leaning in, Kurt waited breathlessly for the reply.

A half smile curling up the edge of his lips, Dave whispered.

"I think it was that one song…you know…"It's raining men" by the weather girls"

Kurt's huff of outrage was muffled by Dave pulling him in for a hug. But Kurt was not amused.

"You know what, David Allen Hummel-Karofsky?"

Still laughing, trying to hide his face in their daughter's hair, Dave was half turned away from his outraged spouse.

"W…what?" the laughter spilled over into his question.

"After you put our child back to bed, you can just go ahead and get comfortable out here on the couch!"

And with a sniff, Kurt marched towards the door.

"Babe."

If there had been an ounce of laughter in his tone, Kurt would have kept marching back to his room, ignoring the voice of his husband. But his tone was serious, even a little grave. Spinning around, eyebrows arched, he waited, toe tapping, for the apology he hoped was coming.

Dave, even in his cotton pajama pants and McKinley high football t-shirt, still managed to look big, tough, and impossibly handsome. Using his height and size to his advantage, he advanced on Kurt, shifting their tiny daughter easily to one shoulder.

Backing Kurt up against the wall, he ran his eyes over him, letting the now familiar and yet still achingly intense passion sweep over both of them. Leaning in, Dave whispered in his ear.

"Babe, did I ever tell you..?"

Kurt, straining to be closer, caught his breath and pulled Dave's head up to look him in the eye.

"Tell me what?"

Dave bit his lip, a hint of shyness, after all these years, still lingering in his eyes.

"Did I ever tell you that you are my love story too?"

And this time, surrounded by the two people that he loved most in the world, Kurt felt it too and knew that Dave had been right all along.

There was a heaven.