Dear All:
This is the longest time a fan fiction has taken to end ever! Guess what, guys? I've done yet another Harry Potter, because I felt bad for not posting for you guys, and the Epilogue is now a two-parter! :D I hope you don't mind! Gah, I'd feel bad for making you wait any longer…
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Twelve years later…
"It should be Nineteen Years Later!"
Keep dreaming, Blaine…
Blaine reversed through the front door, pushing it with his back owing to the fact that his hands were full to the maximum with shopping bags. God, New York on the 23rd of December was quite something else. It was like the entire population of the world gathered there for the Christmas period, every sidewalk crammed to bursting with tourists and Christmas shoppers, all weighed down with similar amounts of baggage to Blaine. Getting into the front hall, Blaine dumped the multitude of shopping bags down, rubbing his aching hands together. But, seeing the mini Christmas tree, decorated extravagantly (not as much as the one in the living room), stood up on the hall table, he smiled. He just loved Christmas.
He checked his watch-everyone would be here in just under an hour. Blaine admitted-he was a little nervous. A lot nervous.
Picking up the first lot of bags, he lugged them through to the huge kitchen of the massive penthouse apartment, so different from Grandma Lucy's little flat-but Blaine loved it just as much-if not more. For many reasons.
Blaine knew a little someone who loved interior design, and the infinite knowledge combined with a determination to get exactly what he wanted, meant they'd ended up with an apartment that looked right out of a magazine. But somehow, it was still homey. Blaine guessed that was just his Kurt's genius. The whole place looked amazing, despite the wear and tear it had put up with over the years. With Kurt around, the cleaning lady they hired was barely necessary.
Life was so wonderful, Blaine could honestly still not believe it.
He still got jitters when he thought of the day he'd got that phone call, a few weeks before he was due to graduate high school-from a big New York producer. And the next thing he knew-A Very Potter Musical, his composition, a bit of fun-was on Broadway.
And still running. Blaine could not believe it. A few years later, the Sequel had followed, and was another smash-hit. And, just like that, Blaine had become one of the most sought-after composers in the country. Moving right to New York, without ever going to college, he'd originated the role of Harry for almost two whole years-still one of the most amazing times of his life. Again, he'd played Harry for a year in the Sequel-but nowadays he liked to concentrate on just music, and was a singer/guitarist in his own right. Now, with many big music awards already under his belt, all his career dreams had come true.
Leave the Broadway performing to Kurt.
He'd gotten into NYADA-Blaine honestly thought he'd never heard anyone scream so loud in his life. He'd been so proud of his boyfriend, it was unreal. So they'd moved to New York together as soon as they'd graduated-and began to work harder than they ever had in their lives, Kurt at college, Blaine in the AVPs. And it was glorious.
After graduating from NYADA, Kurt had started off in a few touring shows, beginning as understudies and slowly working his way up-and a few years later, he was offered work on Broadway. He was now one of the most in-demand actors in New York-living the dream. And Blaine could not be prouder of him.
One of the things Blaine loved most in life now was seeing Kurt's face every day as he got in from work-the sheer joy of doing musical theatre, his true passion, for a living.
Now, Blaine was working with top artists, a song of his he'd written for a new act was sweeping the Top Forty that minute, and Kurt was starring as Fiyero in Wicked- his absolute dream come true. They, as Glinda would say "couldn't be happier". Life was, as the Wizard would say: "Wonderful".
Blaine was so thankful for everything-but nothing he'd achieved in the music world could possibly compare to the day he'd married Kurt.
"Blaine? Are you back?" The sweet, musical, high voice came from far into the gigantic apartment.
"Indeed I am," Blaine called back to his husband.
"Need a hand?"
"No, you're okay, babe-" But the footsteps were coming anyway, heading toward him. Blaine smiled, shaking his head. He picked up the next lot of shopping bags and carried them through to the kitchen. All the cooking for today had already been done, to Kurt's careful schedule, so there was nothing to worry about except what time their guests would be arriving. Well, Blaine wasn't too worried about most of them-
In the eleven years they'd been there, Mr and Mrs Anderson had never visited them in New York. It had always been Blaine going down to see them.
Until today.
Funny how, after eight years of them being married- still neither one would refer to Kurt as Blaine's husband.
Not that they didn't like him, on the contrary-but still, they would not say the word. Well, Blaine had almost given up now. He took the fact that they practically fully accepted him now as the best he was going to get. What did it really matter…
It mattered that they "hadn't been able" to come to their wedding.
Blaine had put on a very brave face.
But now, they were coming up to visit for the first time for Christmas-and that had to be a good thing, right?
It wasn't just them, which was a relief. Burt and Carole were coming up too, and Rachel and Finn. It was going to be an awesome Christmas, with all their family around them, just a quiet one-well, not much chance of that with Rachel around.
"Hi, honey," Kurt swept into the kitchen, right past the bags by the door and straight into Blaine's arms, kissing him. Blaine beamed-he still thought he had the most amazing husband in the world.
"Hey there,"
"Right, everything's done, everything's perfect-and the living room is out of bounds until everyone arrives," Kurt informed him in a business-like manner.
"Okay," Blaine smiled.
"Don't look so happy, Mr Hummel-Anderson. After you've put all this away-you're to tidy the bombsite you refer to as your study,"
"What?" Blaine protested. "I already cleaned it,"
"There is still sheet music everywhere-I think you're forgetting that we have guests coming who have never seen the place before,"
"It's creative-and don't remind me," Blaine rubbed his forehead, the other arm still around his husband. "Anything happen while I was gone?"
"Lily phoned-she got our Christmas present,"
"Oh great!" Blaine grinned again, bringing their now-fifteen-year-old ex-baby-sitting charge to mind. They hadn't seen her in years, but kept in touch. She'd grown up to be a lovely girl, very clever-had her sights set on Harvard.
"Well, I'm glad her life is going so well," Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine again.
"Like ours," Blaine returned another kiss. "With you, and me, and, most
importantly-"
Suddenly, the loud, high-pitched cry of a baby pierced clearly through the halls of the apartment.
"Oh dear," Kurt said sympathetically. "She's not in a great mood today," Ducking out of Blaine's arms, he turned on his heal out of the kitchen toward the sound.
"Daddy!" Another little, but loud voice from the other end of the apartment came, and small feet with quick steps like a sewing machine came running toward the kitchen.
Oh, did he mention?
Blaine's perfect life had been completed by he and Kurt being blessed with two little angels.
"Daddy!" Five-year-old Lucy skipped into the kitchen, her dark brown curls bouncing on her shoulders, the cute little red dress with the gold Christmas star embroidered on her chest pristine, with her snowy white sparkly tights. In her little hand, she clutched a soft toy ginger kitten, named Crookshanks (no prizes for guessing who's idea that was). Her big, round sky-blue with a hint of green eyes were bright with innocence, her big smile beaming with excitement. Breaking into a run, she sprinted straight to Blaine.
"Hey, Princess!" Blaine scooped up his daughter and gave her a cuddle. Her little hands scratched at the back of his neck as she got a good grip. "How are you doing?"
Lucy Glinda Carole Hummel-Anderson was one of the three greatest joys of Blaine's life. In his eyes, she was perfect in every way. A beautiful, adorable little girl, with a laugh like silver bells and a smile like a million stars. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her-he'd move the Earth. Her smile alone meant more to him than a thousand screaming fans. He'd never thought he'd love anyone as much as Kurt-however, the moment Lucy was placed in his arms, this delicate, beautiful, helpless little baby girl, who's survival stopped and ended with him-he was, delightedly, proved wrong.
Being a parent was something Blaine had never really properly considered. But now he was-he couldn't imagine his life any other way. Children were the greatest adventure in the world.
"Did you need anything?" Blaine asked.
"I needed Daddy K. He said he'd do my hair before everyone gets here,"
"What's wrong with your hair? It looks pretty," Blaine gently pulled a lock of her almost-black curls.
"I wanted to wear the hair slides Grandpa Burt and Nana Carole sent me for my birthday," she explained. "To show I love them,"
Blaine smiled-she was so sweet. Surprisingly shy, considering who her parents were. Technically, she should be the most spoiled child ever-everyone showered her with gifts and treats, particularly Kurt's parents-but somehow she remained selfless, always wanting to help people and give. Blaine liked to think they'd brought her up well-but he knew. Her giving nature, always wanting to keep busy, always giving time for anyone who needed help, wanting to take in stray animals and always putting everyone else first-were all Grandma Lucy's traits. Even though the two weren't technically blood related, Grandma Lucy being Blaine's mother's adopted mother-her spirit lived on in Blaine's daughter. By her parents, she was spoiled only in love.
"You'll have to wait a minute, angel-Daddy's with your sister,"
"Okay," Lucy leaned her head on her dad's shoulder, looking out of the window at the grey sky. "Daddy, how much does the sky weigh?"
It was wonderful how she was still young enough to believe her dad knew everything. She was in the midst of a question-asking phrase; which Blaine supposed was better than her scribbling-on-walls stage. However, Blaine didn't really have an answer to this one.
"Urm…"
"More than an elephant?"
"Maybe. Or maybe nothing at all,"
"Less than Eliza?" Lucy looked in the direction of the now-quieter cries, and the soft sound of Kurt singing gently. "She's so light when I hold her,"
"Yes, but you're always very quick to give her back when she starts crying!" Blaine laughed fondly.
Light footsteps came, and a minutes later, the door opened, and Kurt entered, holding carefully in his slender arms a little three-month-old baby girl, the last dregs of crying just leaving her shell-pink lips. Her brunette hair was just wisps on her head still, her big, heart-breaking eyes still baby blue-but there was a ring of hazel around the pupil, that golden colour. She was a beautiful, adorable creature, just like her sister. Again, when she was born, it was proved to Blaine that the heart could grow, and he loved her to the ends of the earth.
Elizabeth "Eliza" (as she'd become known) Heather Johanna Hummel-Anderson was a much louder baby than her quiet sister. Having got off lightly the first time around, Kurt and Blaine were now getting the full waking-up-at-all-hours treatment. She was every bit as special as her sister, in different ways. There was no way you could compare the two. What Eliza would be like when she grew up was still a mystery-but she promised to have a very big personality. Blaine had already predicted she'd be the next Mercedes Jones.
Blaine hadn't realised how much being a parent changed your perspective on the world. Suddenly, there was so much more potential danger, so much more you had to think about, so much responsibility-but he wouldn't miss it for anything.
"Everything okay?" Blaine asked his husband.
"She's fine, aren't you, sweetheart?" he cooed at her, gently kissing her forehead "Just needs changing," Kurt picked up the bag containing the diapers from where it had been left this morning on the kitchen floor.
Blaine was still amazed at how cool Kurt was with all the mess and stickiness babies made. But, as he'd said, it was all in the job description. "Alright, want me to do it?"
"No, I think it's my turn. Lucy, honey, I shall fix your hair as soon as this one is cleaned up, okay?"
"Okay," Lucy agreed happily, climbing down from Blaine and skipping off.
"Blaine. Study. Now," The countertenor jerked his head in the direction of the room. Pretending to sigh and roll his eyes, Blaine slumped out of the door to try and organise the piles and piles of sheet music that lay in haphazard piles all over his work room. His guitars (now multiple) were hung up on the wall, and photos of the girls covered the desk. The music stand on the piano was overflowing with sheet music, his violin lying on top of it, desperately needing tuning. Absent-mindedly picking it up, he plucked at the D string, wondering whether to do that now.
After sorting out the poorly violin, he finally began shuffling the endless sheets of manuscript into the files that had been brought for this purpose. To be honest, it was probably a good thing he was doing this-his mother was bound to poke around everywhere…
That sounded mean, but it was true. It was just her personality.
Blaine was nervous about them coming up to New York for the first time. He didn't really know why-but he was. They hadn't seen Lucy since she was four now, and would be meeting Eliza in the flesh for the first time.
Sighing a little, he shuffled sheet music into manageable stacks, throwing old stuff into the already-over-flowing waste paper bin. He wished his parents were more interested in his life-the day AVPM opened on Broadway, he'd called them: "Oh, what was it called again, darling?" He and Kurt's wedding, the happiest day of his life: "So sorry we couldn't make it, darling, but work is work! I hope you had a nice day," The day Lucy was born: "Could you call me later, darling, I'm busy," The day Eliza was born: he hadn't even phoned them.
He'd really thought they'd accepted him now. But he guessed his marrying Kurt, for them, was twisting the dagger-no way back. No "phase" or whatever crap they'd used to comfort themselves. He knew, if someone asked now, they'd tell them that their son was gay, all that pride talk-but he guessed they were fine with it-long as they didn't have to see it. So they were distant-both geographically and emotionally.
Blaine loved his life. But he wished his parents were as much a part of it as Kurt's.
For a while, Blaine quietly carried on tidying. He listened to the faint sound of Kurt singing to Eliza down the hall, and Lucy playing in the next room. He smiled. He could hear little sounds Eliza made, and his heart melted.
"Blaine? BLAINE! BLAINE!"
Dropping everything, Blaine sprinted down the hall into the living room. He dashed through the living room door. "Kurt? What's wrong?"
A freshly-changed Eliza lay on her front on the floor, now in adorable pink baby clothes with a little white teddy bear lolling just near her. She looked fine, thank God.
"Kurt?" A little of the urgency had left his voice now, seeing Eliza seemingly unhurt.
The countertenor was knelt beside her, tears just beginning to flow down his porcelain cheeks. "She just rolled over!" he choked out. "All by herself!"
A smile broke over Blaine's face. He lay down on the floor in front of his youngest daughter, so they were face to face. Her shiny, innocent eyes focused on his face, blinking at him.
"Who's a clever girl, huh, angel?" He gave her a kiss on her warm forehead. "So smart!" Gently, he picked her up, and she lolled against him. He'd read babies didn't really tell one person from the other at this stage-but he reckoned Eliza knew who he and Kurt were. She wriggled slightly, her tiny hand gently brushing his cheek. Giving her a cuddle, he sat down on the carpet and put his other arm around his still-weeping, adorably over-sentimental husband. "Are we going to have a repeat of Luce now, sweetheart?" he teased him. "Are you going to cry every time our baby does the slightest thing?"
Kurt wiped his eyes. "I know, but-you know…" He gently stroked Eliza's hair, as she made a little sound like a bird. Over their daughter's head, their eyes met, and Blaine fell in love with him all over again. Even after all this time…
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