Well, what can I say? A huge, huge thank you to all of you for your support during the four years that I've been writing fan fictions.

Thank you for reading, reviewing, for finding me on Twitter or Tumbr. Thank you for your words of encouragement that have allowed me to grow as a writer and fall in love with these characters over and over again.

I will never say never but for now, this is my final story. When I started writing FF I was a stay at home mum. Now my babies are all at school and I've finally managed to build a career as a freelance entertainment writer which I love, but which fills my days and nights more than I ever anticipated.

I will still be on Tumblr, and all my work will stay in place, but I will no longer be playing such an active part in the Glee, Klaine or Darren Criss fandoms. While I will always hold everything about it in my heart, and will always follow Chris and especially Darren's careers, I feel it is time for me to move on.

I would not be here if it wasn't for all of you, for Chris, Darren and the wonderful Mike O'Malley who gifted us with Burt Hummel. Finally, Becky and Laura might live over an ocean, but they're truly the best friends a girl could ever wish for, and without their faith and belief in me, I would never have published a thing.

"This time that we had, I will hold forever"

Becky

August twenty first is Danny's sixth birthday. It's also the day that the Anderson-Hummel's get news that their house will be ready in a week, the day before Blaine starts his new job, and Danny his new school.

The day is bright and hot, and the Anderson back yard is filled with friends and family for Danny's sixth birthday party. Roberta and Dylan had come, along with Fran, her sister, and her kids. Mrs Monroe was also there with her husband, as well as Kyle, Monique and Shelby, Danny's former classmates. Blaine knew he had taken a chance in inviting them, but was happy they accepted, and all the parents had gone out of their way to congratulate Kurt and Blaine on their wedding.

"A successful party, I feel," Cooper says, as he flops down on the grass next to Kurt. "One happy little boy."

"Yeah. I'm so pleased. Last year it was just me and dad." He looks over to where Blaine is helping Lucy jump on the bouncy house and smiles. "He's so cute with her."

"He was always made to work with kids. He just adores them. So. You got a moving date?"

"We did. It'll be nice to get our stuff out of storage and get settled, but I'll miss staying with your mom and dad. I haven't had to do a thing."

"Yeah I'll bet. Mama likes to mother."

"It's entirely welcome. Ah! Here's my husband, and your wife, too." He smiles up at Blaine, who is silhouetted by the sunshine. "You coming to sit here?"

"Yeah. We have lemonade."

"Cool."

Kurt doesn't even flinch when Blaine settles between his legs, resting against his chest, so they can both survey the party. They share the glass of lemonade, while Emma sits by Cooper's side, laughing at Tabitha and Danny chasing each other around. "I hope they'll always be this close. When they're teenagers and stuff."

"I think they will be, it's just they won't admit it," Kurt says. "Like with Danny and his not-so-secret love of Sofia the First."

"He's not allowed to ever outgrow that," Blaine murmurs.

"Nope, never," Kurt agrees, leaning down to kiss his husbands neck. "I love you."

"Love you too."

"Aw, newly weds! So cute," Emma declares. "So when are we gonna hear the patter of tiny feet, huh?"

"Um..." Kurt sits a little straighter, while Blaine becomes very interested in the ice in his glass, poking at it with his straw. "We haven't..."

"Because this oven is ready."

"Excuse me?"

"To house your baby. Cooper and I already discussed it. If you two want to have a baby together, I'll be your surrogate. Find an egg donor, tell me when and I'm all yours."

"That's...we couldn't ask you to...besides, we haven't..."

"Kurt, my wife wants to have my brother's baby. I think that's adorable."

"It's an incredibly generous offer but we haven't..."

"We've never discussed this," Blaine suddenly says loudly. "We've never even mentioned the possibility of having another one so please drop it."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Emma covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide. "I just thought you would...oh crap. Still love me, please!"

"I still love you, just stop talking."

"I will. Right now, I swear. I'm really sorry."

She falls silent and Blaine settles back against Kurt once more, but he's tense, Kurt can feel it, and he knows it's only a matter of time before something happens.

"The offer's there though," Emma says, breaking the silence. "If you want. Anytime. Before I'm like, too old."

Blaine huffs loudly, gets to his feet and walks quickly inside the house, leaving Kurt to give a weak smile before he hurries after, finding him up in their bedroom looking down on the yard. "I can only apologize for my stupid family," Blaine says, not turning around to look at Kurt. "She had no right to..."

"It's okay," Kurt says softly. He comes behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder. "She was only being kind. You didn't need to freak out."

"She shouldn't have said anything."

"Blaine, don't be angry."

"I'm not. I just..."

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to have a baby with me? Would you like to biologically father a child?"

He sighs again, moving away to sit on the edge of the bed. He looks at Kurt but his face gives nothing away, so he looks down at his feet instead. "Yes and no," he answers honestly. "Sometimes I really want to. No, not sometimes... I do. I do really want to do the whole baby thing with you, but Danny... I wouldn't want Danny to ever think that I didn't love him enough, so we had another child that was biologically mine."

"He would never, ever think that, Blaine. Anyway, that's not how we would explain it. We would tell him that we wanted to give him a brother or a sister, and that we thought since he looks like me, it'd be nice to have a baby that looks like you, and that we wanted to be a family of four."

"I'd need to know he was okay before we did anything," Blaine says, still staring at the floor. "I'd never forgive myself if he didn't want a sibling and we just landed one on him. I couldn't... what do you mean, that's how we would explain it? Hold up. Are you considering this?"

Kurt kneels on the floor at his feet, holding his hands tight. "It's actually something I really want to do. I know we've never discussed it... we've been pretty busy with other stuff, I guess, but when Emma said that...yeah. I want to have a baby with you. I want to do the whole thing again, only this time with you by my side. Danny is such a sweet and caring kid, he'd be a wonderful big brother. We have an amazing family... and you're beautiful. You have the kindest heart, the sweetest temperament and you're pretty darn cute to look at. Any kid would be lucky to get your genes. I don't know, Blaine, ultimately, if it's not something you want then that's okay, I'm not about to up and leave, but I think we could do this, and I think we could be really great as a family of four. I think... not yet, but when we're settled and happy and stable in our new life... I think we should take Emma up on her offer."

Blaine refuses to get excited. He also refuses to confirm or deny any plans, thoughts or feelings, until they've spoken to Danny, and that night, after he's had his bath and rolled into bed, full of chocolate cake, Blaine and Kurt lie down on either side of him on the bed.

"Good day?"

"The bestest. I like being six, it's so much better than being five."

"Absolutely," Kurt agrees, hiding his smirk. "Big boy now."

"Yup."

"Hey Danny, can I ask you a question?"

Danny turns to Blaine, giving a nod as his little hands play with his bow tie. "Sure."

"Not now, because we're moving and stuff and these things take time, but one day in the future, would you like it if we had a baby? It would have to grow in Aunt Emma's tummy, but the baby would be ours. Me and Daddy would be its parents and you would be its big brother."

Danny scrunches his nose and looks up at the ceiling as he thinks, but it's not for long. "I think," he says, distractedly running a hand over Blaine's stubble. "I think that would be the best thing in the whole wide world, ever."

"Well?"

Blaine shrugs, unbuttoning his shirt and draping it over the back of the chair. "What can I say? Dad is damn good at Jeopardy. He should go on it, I keep telling him."

Kurt sits on the bed in just a pair of pajama pants, watching his husband undress. "Not that, you fool. I know he's good, we've been watching it with him every night for the last two weeks. I meant earlier, with Danny."

"Yeah, he had a good birthday. The party went well."

"Blaine."

"I was glad he had a chance to meet Dylan's cousins. It'll be good for him to know some kids at the school already."

"Blaine."

"Your dad is gonna call that moving guy he knows, by the way, to see if we can hire him."

"Blaine!"

Blaine quickly pulls a pair of track shorts on, and crawls onto the bed, resting on top of Kurt. "Let's have a baby."

"You mean it?"

"His answer, Kurt. His face... he seemed so happy, and it just brought it all home for me. It made it feel so right. It changed from being just an idea to being something I really want to do with you. I want us to have a baby. A sibling for Danny, a...a...small thing. A baby."

"A baby," Kurt says, grinning. "Yes. Let's."

"Not yet though."

"No. Six months or so? We could start trying after the New Year?"

"Sounds perfect."

"With Emma?"

"Um... just checking, I don't have to do anything, do I? Just...you know, provide the sample."

"That's all you have to do," Kurt says, hiding his smile. "The doctors will create the embryos and implant them in Emma."

"Okay, cool, then yes, as long as her and Cooper are completely sure."

"We're gonna have a baby!" Kurt cries, in the highest pitched voice Blaine has ever heard. "Oh my god I'm gonna cry!"

Blaine laughs, and pulls him into a long, drawn out kiss. "I love you so much, Kurt Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel. Hey, you know what? If it's a girl she can have your middle name too, carry on the family tradition."

"Hmm," Kurt frowns while Blaine settles on his side next to him. "Maybe, but that's a bit repetitive."

"It's not. A lot of families hand names down."

"I know, but with Danny as well..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well then both our kids would have the same middle name."

"Excuse me? What?"

"They'd have the same," Kurt carries on blithely. "And it'd just seem strange."

"Kurt? What is Danny's full name?"

"Danny Elizabeth Anderson-Hummel. You know that. You signed the adoption papers."

"I didn't read them! I only signed where you told me to. Are you kidding me? He's Elizabeth too?"

"Of course he is! I named him after me. Trent chose Daniel and I wasn't too set on that so we agreed on Danny and I insisted on Elizabeth. I won."

"Clearly. Oh my god. Does Danny know?"

"Of course! I thought you knew!"

"No I didn't! You're so strange."

"On the plus side, any baby we have could have your middle name instead?"

"I don't care," Blaine says, laughing. He pulls Kurt on top of him and kisses him tenderly. "I just want to hold our baby in my arms and let it know how much it's loved. I think, despite you boys and your crazy middle names, I think I'm the luckiest guy in the entire world, to not only be married to you, but to raise our kids together too."

"Do you want a boy, or a girl?"

"I don't care. We'll wait and see. Right now though, I just want you."

Kurt smiles, nuzzling into his neck. "I am sure that can be arranged."

Eighteen months later

Danny wakes with a start, rolls over and sees that the clock reads five thirty. He's surprised. Since he had woken so suddenly, he'd assumed he was late, not early. He pulls himself out of bed, shivering slightly, and tugs his papa's old, worn sex pistols t-shirt over his pajama top. He can still remember the day he had given it to him, when he'd decorated his hallway with vomit.

He'd called him Blaine then. Those days seem like a whole lifetime ago.

He runs down the stairs to the kitchen, bracing himself for his dad complaining about the elephants stampeding, but instead he comes face to face with Burt.

"Grandpa! Hi. Oh!" His eyes go wide and one hand flies up to cover his mouth. "Ohmygod! It's happened!"

"Happening," Burt corrects, kissing him hello and ruffling his hair. "She went in a couple of hours ago. No school for you today, buddy. You're gonna meet your little brother or sister."

"Okay Emma, you've done really well so far," the midwife encourages. "Just a couple more pushes and the baby will be here. Dig deep now, come on."

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Emma shouts, then grips Blaine's hand and Cooper's shirt hard, as she pushes for all she's worth.

"Our baby will be able to curse before it knows how to eat," Kurt remarks, but he shuts up when he gets a death glare.

"I'll keep it in, I swear!"

"You couldn't if you tried," the midwife laughs. "One more. Really big now Emma. Give it all you've got."

Kurt and Blaine have never heard a noise like it. It's a scream but it's animalistic, primitive, instinctive, as Emma screws her eyes shut tight and Kurt cries out. "Head! Blaine! Get up here!"

Emma keeps screaming, everyone is shouting at her to keep pushing, keep pushing, and then finally, suddenly, a tiny little scrunched up face comes into view. The midwife twists the baby slightly, the shoulders come through and then the rest of a little tiny body. "A girl!" Kurt sobs as Blaine holds him tight. "Little girl! You did it, Emma! You gave us a daughter."

"I hate waiting," Danny groans, as Burt and Frank pass each other again with their pacing. "Why do women take so long to give birth?"

"It's not our choice, Danny, believe me," Rosetta chuckles. "It's the stubborn little babies."

"I just wanna know what it is. Dylan thinks it's a boy but I think a girl. My classmates all think a boy as well, but whatever. They still think it's weird that my aunt is having her brother's baby."

"Tell me it's been explained correctly?" Frank asks, horrified. "Emma's not having Blaine's baby. The baby is from an anonymous egg donor and Blaine. I thought daddy went through this with you?"

"He did, and papa did. I know, and my teacher explained to the class. Emma's just a house for nine months."

"Exactly."

"But not the size of a house," Rosetta adds quickly, before Danny can make any sarcastic remark.

They are interrupted by the arrival of Kurt, red eyed but beamingly happy. "All is well," he says, choking back a sob. "We have a little girl. Danny? Come meet your sister."

Sofia Devon Anderson-Hummel was loved and adored by all who met her, but her biggest fan, without doubt, was her big brother Danny. Not only did he name her, but he learned how to feed her, burp her and change her diaper, though he went off that pretty quickly.

Once she could hold her head a little better, he took to bathing her, getting in the tub with her, and patiently holding her while Kurt or Blaine washed her dark hair.

She quickly grew into a happy and contented little girl, who would trail her brother around everywhere, and sit in her stroller, cheering him on during his Little League games.

No one was surprised that her first word was Danny. No one was surprised that as soon as she knew how, she would climb out of her crib and wobble down the hallway to his room each and every night to sleep in his bed, but both Kurt and Blaine were surprised, and not overly happy, that it took two months of persistence to break her habit.

They would often sit together on the porch, watching as Danny patiently led Sofia away from the pool gates yet again, and marvel at how lucky they were.

Both loved their jobs, though Kurt had no luck in convincing Danny to join his children's theatre group. Sofia made her debut at age two though, as a Sugarplum fairy led by her cousin Lucy, while the entire Anderson family plus Burt, sobbed loudly in the front row.

Blaine adored teaching Kindergarten, but he dropped one day a week to stay home with Sofia, while Kurt stuck with his three days and two afternoons. It suited them all, and gave both time with their children as well as the weekends as a family, which were treasured.

Danny stayed blond, with sparkling blue eyes and sharp little elfin features just like Kurt. Sofia was the image of her papa, with a mass of dark curls that Kurt and Blaine would attempt to tame before giving up. She found the fun in absolutely everything, which was a charm until the time came to be serious. It's hard to reprimand a toddler when they think painting the dog in mayonnaise is the funniest thing in the entire world.

Life was good.

Love is easy, when it is given so freely in return. There is no better feeling in the world than holding a child in your arms and kissing their beautiful face, before looking over at your husband and seeing nothing but deep love and affection in his smile.

Through children and grandchildren, births, marriages and deaths, Kurt and Blaine were side by side for the rest of their days.

The Anderson-Hummel's really did live happily ever after.