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It was meant to be, but I'm so busy, and I feel bad when I don't update, so this epilogue is a three-parter!

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The doorbell rang, and Lucy was off like a shot before Kurt had even looked up. She'd been watching out of the window for Burt and Carole's cab for the last half hour. Reaching up, she had to jump a little to pull the latch, then finally pulled open the door. "Nana!"

"Who's this then? Lucy can't possibly have got so tall!" Carole embraced her granddaughter. She was looking tired from the journey, but delighted to see Lucy, who was so excited she was literally jumping up and down. "It's so great to see you, honey!" she beamed, happily fussing over her.

"You too!" Lucy was pulling her by the hand into the flat.

"Hey!" Kurt waved-before being brutally hugged by his step-mother, cutting off his air supply.

"We do not see enough of you guys!" she said, kissing him on the cheek. "And you feel thin,"

Kurt smiled as his step-mother's honesty. "Not really,"

"You do! Lucy, honey, tell your daddy he works too hard," She stroked his cheek affectionately. Lucy giggled, hanging onto her hand. Kurt looked down at her, considering. Had she gotten taller? He couldn't believe she'd be six in a few months. Gently touching her curly hair, he wished she could stay little forever.

"Grandpa!" Lucy ran straight into Burt's waiting arms.

"Hey!" Burt lifted her right up and swung her around, dropping the suitcases in the doorway. Kurt smiled-his father was, as he'd known he would be, a wonderful grandfather. "How are you, then, missie?"

"I'm excited for Christmas Day!" she babbled.

Burt made his face mockingly serious. "Have you been a good girl this year?"

"Urm…I think so!" Lucy looked back to Kurt for confirmation.

"I should say you have been," he smiled. Lucy looked delighted.

"Of course," Burt tickled her playfully, picking her up. "Now, how about you guess which hand my dollar is in?" They started up a daft game, laughing together. Kurt beamed-he loved seeing how great his father was with his daughters.

"Now, where's lovely granddaughter number two?" Carole let Kurt take her jacket.

Right on cue, Blaine entered, little Eliza in his arms. She looked up curiously, her big blue eyes wide.

"Wow! She's grown so much! Look at her,"

Blaine grinned, gently giving her to Carole. "Go to your nana, sweetheart," For a second, Eliza looked unsure-then just before the noisy complaining started, she decided this person could be trusted.

"Awwh! Who's a pretty girl?" Carole just loved spending time with her granddaughters-she was fantastic with kids. "Now, how about you tell me all about yourself, hmm? Long time since I last saw you! How are you doing?" She carried her through to the sitting room, chatting happily to her. Lucy ran after them, starting to tell Carole all about school and her ballet class.

"Hey, guys," Burt asked, getting up from sitting on the floor slowly and going to hug his son-there was no awkwardness at all between them now-then warmly shook Blaine's hand. "How's life?"

"Busy!" Kurt grinned. He wouldn't have it any other way. Blaine was already helping his father-in-law take their cases through to the recently-tided-at-least-five-hundred-times spare room.

"Oh-" Burt lowered his voice. "Christmas presents for the girls in that bag," He pointed to a carrier bag, which looked pretty bulky, proving they'd gone as overboard as last year, and the year before, and, etc. "Luce still likes horses, right?"

"Thank you, Dad," Kurt smiled. "They'll be delighted.

"And there's a little something for you two as well," Burt said, a little more shyly.

"Oh, Dad, you shouldn't have!"

"Well, you know…" Burt shrugged. "It's not much. I hope you haven't got me anything, huh?" he laughed.

Kurt bit his lip.

A while later, when Burt and Carole were successfully moved in, everyone was sat in the living room, bar Blaine, who was sorting out the food for later. Eliza had fully relaxed with Carole, and was on the verge of dropping off to sleep. In her element, Lucy was prancing around, demonstrating what she'd been learning at her ballet class. She definitely took after her dads in that area of things. Although Blaine had never been sent to dance class as a child (you can guess the reason for that) he had a real aptitude for it. Kurt loved that she was into performing-it must be genetic-Blaine kept saying he would teach her piano, or guitar, or violin, or ukulele, or mandolin, or whatever other instruments he had stacked in his now acceptably tidy study. But Kurt didn't really want them to push her too hard too early. Of course they'd encourage her if that's what she wanted to do, but he did not want a Rachel Berry for a daughter.

Speaking of Rachel…

"KURT!" The brunette diva flung her arms around his neck, practically throttling him. "Oh my Barbra! It's so great to see you! How's things? How's Wicked? How's Blaine? How are the girls?" She finally paused for breath, letting go. "How's my best gay?"

"Uh!" Blaine came into the hall, pretending to be offended. "What about m-"

But Rachel had already pounced on him, knocking his lungs empty. "I miss you guys so much!"

Rachel had also got into NYADA-the only thing that made the day he'd got his letter even more amazing. However, she'd had rather a tougher road breaking into the industry than he had. She'd spent three years waiting tables and filing in offices just to keep her flat with Finn, who'd come along at the last minute. But she kept determined-it would come. And it did. She was not quite on Broadway yet-but was in an off-Broadway resurrection of Jekyll and Hyde as Emma, so she was delighted. Kurt was sure she'd join him one day. Hell, she could probably power the whole city just with her ambition.

"Hey, little brother!" Finn did a half-hug-backslap with Kurt.

"We're the same age!" Kurt moaned, cursing the height difference-but he was glad to see him. Finn had taken a new branch of Hummel motors to New York, and was doing very nicely. He and Rachel had had rather a complicated relationship-on and off for a few years-until Rachel finally proposed to him on the 29th February. Only Rachel Berry. Kurt was over the moon for them, and couldn't wait for their wedding. He still loved weddings-but none could possibly compare to his own…

"Where are my nieces, then?" Rachel finally let Blaine go and marched through to the living room.

"Uncle Finn!" Lucy bolted off the sofa and ran to Finn, who did not disappoint, picking her up and swooping her around like a rocketship, while she giggled hysterically. Rachel saw Eliza and made a beeline for her.

"Hi, there, sweetie!" Her already huge grin stretched, many perfect straight white teeth showing. Now, you have to remember that Eliza was only three months old, and as she had not seen Rachel for a long while, and had therefore probably forgotten who she is; so what happened next was pretty predictable.

"How are you?" Rachel picked her up-and she immediately started crying.

"Oh dear, it's all gone wrong!" Kurt retrieved his daughter from the rejected-looking diva, comforting her. Silently, he found it rather funny. "Maybe later, when she's got used to you," he told his friend, trying not to snigger.

"Well…yeah," Rachel sat down beside Carole, quieting down a little.

The chatty, family atmosphere returned to normal as everyone caught up. It was lovely to be all together again. Kurt wished Lima was closer to New York-he did miss his father dreadfully sometimes. Eliza really was drifting off to sleep now, making little sounds like she did when she was tired. Her little head lolled against Kurt's chest, and a while later she was out. Amid many "awwh"s, Kurt took her to someplace quieter. After putting her down in her crib, he kissed her gently on her little forehead, and left the room, switching on the baby alarm he kept in his pocket just in case.

After sneaking noiselessly out, Kurt went to check on his husband. He slid into the kitchen equally silently. Blaine had his back to him, cleaning a knife with a dishcloth-but his eyes were clearly fixed out of the window on the street below.

Of course. The Andersons would be here any minute.

Approaching from behind, Kurt wrapped his arms around his waist. "Don't worry," he murmured in his ear. Blaine sighed, putting down the knife and putting his arms over Kurt's. "I know…"

"Honey, they're your parents. Despite the lack of contact and…well, you know-they still are. The place looks great,"

Blaine pretended to be amazed. "Kurt Hummel-Anderson is actually satisfied with the state of our home! Dear me!"

Giggling a little, Kurt leaned his head on his husband's shoulder. "They've nothing to find fault with. You've an amazing career, you've two beautiful daughters-"

"And you," Blaine interrupted, finding his hand and squeezing it.

"-and you've done nothing wrong. Nothing," the countertenor said firmly.

Blaine's parents were late. Very late. It was almost an hour past when they were supposed to have got here. Kurt knew Blaine, despite his jokes and seemingly being relaxed, was on the edge of his seat. Even as he told funny stories and laughed, his eyes kept darting out of the window. Kurt wished, nervous as he was too (though he'd convinced himself there was nothing to worry about), that they'd be here soon, just to put Blaine out of his misery.

As everyone laughed at Finn's stories of what went on at work, Kurt went to check on Eliza, and Lucy followed, skipping along behind him.

"Daddy, why is Daddy B acting so strange?" she asked innocently, doing a bit of a grapevine up and down. Kurt was startled at how perceptive she was already. So suspicious, she could always tell if something was wrong. Blaine always said she was like Grandma Lucy.

"Urm…Well, you know your Grandpa and Grandma Anderson are coming too?"

"Yes. This will be the…" She counted on her fingers. "Third time I've seen them,"

Kurt was surprised. "You know the exact amount?"

"Yes. I don't remember the first two times, but the last one I remember when we went to Grandpa and Nana's house in Lima, and they came for a little while one day," She thought for a second. "They weren't like Grandpa and Nana,"

"No, they weren't," Kurt agreed. That time, they hadn't stayed long at all-and barely said a word to Lucy. Blaine and Kurt had both been hurt, but she'd been half-asleep, so maybe they were just being polite? That's what they'd told themselves.

"And they're coming today? Why is Daddy worried? I wouldn't be worried if you were coming to see me,"

Kurt smiled. "I should hope not,"

They'd reached Eliza's door by now. "Shh," Kurt reminded his eldest daughter.

"Shh," she repeated, finger over her heart-shaped lips. Slowly, Kurt opened the door. Eliza was sleeping soundly, making little sounds. Her tiny hand was curled up by her peaceful face, her long eyelashes flickering as she dreamed. Kurt wondered what three-month-olds dreamed of. How could someone who was still blissfully mostly unaware of the world they lived in, dream up a fantasy? Was it easier that way? All Eliza knew was people who loved her. There was no hurt or hatred in her world, and Kurt would do everything in his power to ensure it stayed that way. Well, at least she couldn't have nightmares. He wondered what was going through her mind. The imagination of a child is cracked right open, a place where anything is possible. Whatever she was seeing, Kurt hoped it was sweet.

Putting an arm around Lucy, he quietly closed the door, and they started back to the living room-and instantly, there was a cry from behind.

"Well, it was quiet while it lasted!" Kurt smiled, shaking his head fondly. "Lucy, honey, how about you show everyone your horse-riding photos?"

As she skipped off happily, Kurt turned back to see to his other, considerably louder daughter. "Oh dear, Eliza, you're not a happy girl today," He approached the crib, where the child who'd been sleeping so tranquilly was now crying. Gently, he lifted her up. "What's up, hmm?"

Eliza quietened just a little, comforted by Kurt's soft voice, but was still very upset. Maybe babies could have nightmares after all. He held her close, head over his shoulder, rocking gently from side to side. "There now," he murmured. "There now," So softly, he sang, the song that usually comforted her.

"So look with your heart, and not with your eyes

The heart understands, the heart never lies…"

Eventually, the crying subsided, and she calmed down. But she still wanted something. Kurt didn't know how he could tell, but he could. "Are you hungry?" he asked her. She looked at him with big, blue eyes, fresher from her little sleep.

"Love is not always beautiful, not at the start

So open your arms, and close your eyes tight

Look with your heart, and when it finds love, your heart will be right…"

As he sang the last little bit, he carried her through to the kitchen to check if she wanted her lunch. It wouldn't be long before she could start on proper baby foods, but for now, it was still the formula milk. Kurt couldn't understand how babies could stand the stuff, but Eliza seemed to enjoy it.

From the living room, Blaine smiled as he heard Kurt's sweet singing. "Love Never Dies…" he murmured.

"Bit of an odd choice to sing to a baby, that show. It's a bit morbid," Rachel commented.

"Eliza loves all that sort of stuff. The more morbid the show, the better. I got her to sleep with Empty Chairs At Empty Tables from Les Mis once,"

"Oh no, I'm glad I wasn't there-I cry when I hear that!" Rachel laughed.

"Lucy used to like Hushabye Mountain, didn't you, honey?" Blaine smiled at his daughter, who was sat cross-legged on the rug. She looked a little embarrassed, but nodded.

"A lot more appropriate," Rachel grinned.

"I've no idea what you're talking about," Burt said bemusedly-and everyone laughed.

Suddenly-the front door bell rang.

Blaine felt himself go tense. His heart had begun to go a little faster. But before anyone could notice anything was wrong, he'd got up of his own accord, and walked faster to the door than he would have liked.

As he began to open it, all too soon, he prayed everything would be alright.

On the doorstep were his parents, looking anxious as he was. That was a marginal comfort.

Mrs Anderson was still dressed that little bit too young for her, the lipstick running into the creases in her lips. Her hair was back in a neat bun, with many grips. It looked uncomfortable. Mr Anderson had hardly changed at all from Blaine's teen years; the black suit, the blank expression, even the same hat and gloves. Perhaps he was a little more lined than he used to be, but nothing more than that.

"Hello, darling," said his mother after a while. She leaned forward and kissed him on both cheeks. Blaine relaxed a little-at least she was being her version of friendly. She looked around the spotless hall, with equally expensive apartments around. "This is a really lovely area,"

Silently breathing a sigh of relief, Blaine smiled. He turned to his father-who nodded curtly. "Blaine," he greeted him.

"Dad," Blaine answered, putting out a hand-which thankfully Mr Anderson shook without hesitation. But they still both looked a little apprehensive about entering the apartment. "Come in," he said, warmly. Inside, you could just about hear Lucy chatting to everyone, and, if you listened very carefully, Kurt softly singing to Eliza in the kitchen.

"Urm…Blaine," Suddenly, his mother looked as awkward as his father. They were hiding something.

"What?" he asked carefully.

"…We thought you wouldn't mind. She was in New York anyway…"

Frowning, Blaine craned his neck over his parent's shoulders, to see behind. Someone was with them. He looked

And there was his grandmother.

Not Grandma Lucy. His father's mother. Grandma Anderson.

The woman who'd left the house without a word that day upon discovering Blaine was gay.

The woman he'd not seen, or heard from, in twelve years. Since that day. The day that started it all.

And now here she was. On his doorstep, with her dyed-blonde hair and pink suit-and a disdainful expression.

His stomach dropped like a stone.

"Look with your heart, and when it find love, your heart will be right…"