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Note: Wow, a lot of reviews for that last chapter! I do hope you enjoy this one; there's only two more after this. I will not make it any longer than thirty chapters, as I want to work on my other story of the moment, and later move on to a spin-off for another of my popular series.

August 28, 2039

Kurt

"Hey, Emma," I smiled at the shy fifteen-year-old dancer that I coached after school twice a week. "Are you ready to work on your solo?"

"Yep," she nodded. "What song did you pick?"

"A classic. I think you'll like it," I hit some buttons on the stereo system. "Here, why don't you warm up first? I'd just like to see where you're at. Tour jetés, alternating, around the room." She walked to the corner, took a breath, and began to leap. It was thrilling, watching her. She reminded me so much of myself when I was her age, when dance was my escape. I knew what it was like to leap across a vast, empty stage, to feel like you were flying and that no one could touch you. I studied her technique carefully, making sure her posture was correct, that her legs were straight, and that she was spotting herself. "Okay, stop," I said after about a minute or so. She came to a rest, breathing heavily. "Good, good. And your spins, let's see how they are. Try some pirouettes for me, please. They don't have to be perfect, and you don't have to do triples. Try a couple of doubles, though, if you can." She nodded, taking center floor, spinning, her head snapping around like a blur as she turned. I was always impressed by Emma; she was one of my strongest dancers. After we'd done warmups for fifteen minutes, I put on the music for her solo that she would be performing at an upcoming competition.

Papa, I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby

"Eyes up, Emma!" I yelled over the music. Emma tended to keep her eyes downcast when she danced, and making eye contact with the judges was always a good percentage of your score at competitions. She immediately looked up, gracefully leaping, only ducking her head for a moment as she landed on her knees, sweeping her arms up and laying on the floor. I smiled fondly, thinking of how far along she'd come since I first met her at the age of six.

You always taught me right from wrong
I need your help, daddy, please be strong
I may be young at heart
But I know what I'm saying

"And turn five, six, seven, eight. And one, and two, and three…" I clapped the beats out, hoping she'd let her body guide her through it. Dance was my passion. It always had been. I could not remember a time when I did not love to dance. I remembered twirling lazily in my backyard, putting on performances for my mother on late summer afternoons. Occasionally, I would make Blaine be my duet partner, and we would dance the day away. Of course, my father never let me take professional lessons; I'd had to sneak away to attend those classes. Blissfully, the schools I attended had dance clubs, and I was able to learn. Well, that, and watching music videos endlessly on MTV.

Papa, don't preach, I'm in trouble deep
Papa, don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby
Oh, I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm…

I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about Elizabeth. I couldn't believe that she had been nearly four months pregnant before she decided to tell me…and I really could not believe that Blaine had known for two months, and did not tell me. I had told her, over and over, not to get pregnant before she got married. I hated to be disappointed in my own daughter, but I was. We hadn't spoken since the day of her wedding. I didn't even know if she's keeping the baby or not. I sighed heavily. Baby. Baby. My daughter was having a baby.

He says that he's going to marry me
We can raise a little family
Maybe we'll be all right
It's a sacrifice

"Kurt?" my co-teacher Donna stuck her head in the studio. "Your husband is on the phone. He says it's urgent."

My heart skipped a beat. Thoughts swirled around my head; Alex was in an accident. Carole was in the hospital. Something happened to Finn. My father was back. "I'll be back in a moment," I whispered to Emma, restarting the music from the beginning. I ran down the hall to the office, picking up the phone. "Hullo, honey?"

"Liz is in the hospital," his worried voice said.

My breath caught in my throat. "I'll be right there," I murmured. From the studio, I could hear the strains of Madonna's classic song. Papa, don't preach, I'm in trouble deep…


I burst through the emergency room doors, searching for Blaine. Not finding him, I went up to the front desk. "Elizabeth Anderson, please…I'm her father…where is she?"

"306," the nurse said, hardly looking at me. I thanked her, heading towards the elevator bank. More thoughts swirled through my mind; was she okay? Was the baby okay? Although we were only rising two floors, the ride in the elevator seemed to take ages. I managed to find the room; Blaine was waiting outside.

"How is she?" I demanded. His face was sullen, and he looked as if he'd been crying.

"She's okay," he nodded. "But the baby…"

"Oh, no," I ran into the room, finding my daughter in a hospital bed, sleeping. Henry was by her bedside, holding her hand. "I'm so sorry."

"It happened so fast," he said somberly. "We don't know what went wrong."

Elizabeth's eyelids fluttered, and she awakened. "Daddy?"

"I'm here," I knelt at her side. "Lizzie, honey, I'm so sorry…"

"It was a girl," she whispered. "We were waiting to tell you…"

I began to cry. "Oh, Lizzie…I shouldn't have…I was just so shocked and upset…"

"I forgive you, Daddy. I shouldn't have made Dad keep it a secret."

I squeezed her hand. "Well, it's all behind us now. I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Daddy," she leaned down to give me a hug. From the doorway, I spotted Blaine, crying softly to himself.


February 12, 2047

"Guess what," Alex said.

"What, sweetie?"

"We're adopting a baby from China," Alex took Joey's hand sweetly.

"That's great," Blaine nodded.

"A baby? Oh!" I cried, rushing to hug them. "A girl, right?"

"Yes, a girl," Joey laughed.

"Oh, this is exciting! Our first grandchild," I gushed.

Alex smiled. "We're flying out next week to get her. We're so lucky to have found an orphanage that allows gay couples to adopt. Oh, here's a picture," he unfolded a snapshot from his pocket.

"Aww," I cooed. "She's so precious! What's her name?"

"Mei," Joey whispered. "Her name is Mei."

Three weeks later

"Knock-knock!" Alex called as he opened the door.

I leapt off the couch. "Where's my grandbaby?"

"Right here," Joey was holding the hand of a two-year old girl.

"Awww," I grinned. "She's so cute!" I knelt down to her level. "Hi, Mei. I'm your grandpa Kurt."

She hid behind Joey's leg. "She's shy," he explained. "She's still a little unsure about strangers."

"It's okay," I said softly. "Come here, Mei. I won't hurt you. I'm Alex's daddy."

She gave me a curious look before toddling over to me. "Hi-hi?"

"Hi," I smiled at her. "Can you say 'grandpa'?"

She shook her head. "She doesn't speak much English," Alex admitted. "But we're teaching her. She'll catch up soon."

"She's adorable," I murmured. "Blaine, honey, Alex and Joey are here with a special guest!"

He came running downstairs. "Hey, honey. Joey. And who might this be?"

Mei ran behind Alex. "This is Mei, Dad. She's a little shy, unfortunately."

"Hi, Mei. I'm Blaine. I'm your dad's dad, your grandfather."

She peeked out from around Alex's leg. "Hi?"

"Hi," Blaine smiled. "She's a cutie," he said to her parents.

"Yes," Alex stroked her hair affectionately. "Our one and only."

"Only one?" I grinned.

"Only one," Joey said firmly.

I sighed, thinking of my friends who had multiple children. Rachel and Finn had four. Mercedes and her husband Sam had three beautiful bi-racial children. Artie and Tina even had two together. They would have many grandchildren. It looked as if I would only have one. I sighed again. At least she was a very cute, very precious one, I thought, smiling as she toddled over for a tentative hug. "Ku?"

"She's trying to say 'Kurt'," Blaine laughed.

"Ku, indeed," I hugged her. "Ku, indeed."