A/N: Dalisay is pronounced Daa-LEE-say.
The next morning, the boys finished packing the rest of their belongings and decided to take one last stroll around the villa.
"I'm going to miss this place," Blaine said as they were taking in the beauty of the valley from the terrace.
"We'll be back again someday, love," Kurt said, plans already forming in his head for their next trip here.
"Promise?" Blaine asked, snuggling into his soulmate's chest.
"Promise," Kurt said.
After they had made sure they had everything, they went to see Liliana and gave her back the keys as well as the generous tip they had discussed the day before. They thanked her profusely for her hospitality and help during their stay and assured her that they would be back as soon as they could. Blaine missed the wink that Kurt gave Liliana. He didn't know it, but Kurt had left a note for her in the envelope, roughly stating his plans for their return trip to the villa.
The flight back to New York was uneventful. The boys talked about Blaine's hometown and the things he wanted to show Kurt. They also talked about the apartment situation, both describing their apartments and swapping pictures. Each man liked the others' apartment, though neither one of them saw both living in either.
"If we were going to make a wish list for the apartment we want, what would you put on it?" Kurt asked Blaine and got out a pen and a piece of paper to keep track of their wants.
"Well," Blaine thought aloud, "I'd love it to be near Central Park since that's where we both live now. I like being able to go there and just walk around without having to take a cab or the subway. Also, I have been ruined for an apartment that doesn't have in-unit washer and dryer hook-ups."
"I'm good with both of those," Kurt said, adding those to the list. "I'd need it to have good security. That extra layer of protection helps me be able to unwind when I get home. Also, I've always dreamed of an apartment with a huge kitchen and pantry."
"Yes," Blaine agreed. "I want both of those, too. Can you imagine how many fun kitchen gadgets we could get and store if we had a pantry? We'd be able to get all the things we never knew we needed, like a—"
"Blaine," Kurt grinned, "take a breath."
"Sorry," Blaine answered with his own grin. "I just really love kitchen stuff."
"I can see that," Kurt replied, giving Blaine a kiss on his cheek. He couldn't seem to wipe the grin from his face. "I love your enthusiasm. Anything else you can think of?"
"A view," Blaine answered dreamily. "All I can see from my apartment are other buildings. I'd love to have floor to ceiling windows and some sort of a view. And as long as we're making a wish list, I've always dreamed of some sort of outdoor space."
"That sounds amazing," Kurt said, writing down all of those suggestions as well. "I guess if we're going to have some sort of a view, an elevator in the building is a must. My last thing is central air and heat. You've been spoiled with a washer and dryer; I've been spoiled with no window units."
"Oh, dear god, please yes," Blaine said breathily. "Central heat and air…yes."
Kurt kissed Blaine's blissed-out face and finished up the list. "Do you have a realtor you worked with when you got your apartment, or do you want me to send this to mine?"
"Mom and I found my apartment while surfing online once we had a price range in mind," Blaine explained. "So, if you have someone you know and trust, I'm fine using them. Come to think of it, I have a friend who is a realtor...I think."
"I will send this over to Nick and see what he can do for us," Kurt said. "If he can't find us what we need, maybe we could call your friend."
Getting a tingly sensation in his belly, Blaine asked, "What's his last name?"
"Duval," Kurt answered, looking down at his phone and composing an email to Nick.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Blaine asked, effectively snapping Kurt's attention away from his phone.
"No?" Kurt asked questioningly.
"That's the friend I was talking about," Blaine laughed.
"Are you shitting me right now?" Kurt asked, befuddled. "How do you know him? He's from Ohio!"
"Well," Blaine laughed, "he was in a few of my classes at NYU. We hit it off from the start and have kept in touch ever since. We're not best friends by any means, but we do hang out every once in a while. His husband is ridiculous, though. I swear that guy lives on sugar!"
"That's crazy," Kurt said with a laugh and continued to type out the email. "I guess the only question is do we want to give him a price range or just see what he comes up with and go from there?"
"See what he comes up with," Blaine said quickly. "I don't want to miss out on the perfect place because we were limiting ourselves. My inheritance is just collecting interest since my parents had a college fund for me. My apartment was a gift from my grandparents when I moved to the city, so my expenses are pretty low right now."
"Wow," Kurt said, not fully realizing how much money Blaine's family really had.
Sensing his unease, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and asked, "Are you okay with all of that? It doesn't scare you, does it? Eric was always really intimid—"
"Hey, no," Kurt quickly responded. "It doesn't scare me or bother me at all. I just didn't realize the extent of all of that, I guess. Plus, it makes this process easier, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does," Blaine replied.
"Will your grandparents get mad at you for selling the apartment they bought you?" Kurt asked, not wanting Blaine to be on bad terms with anyone in his family by moving in with him.
"No," Blaine said. "They told me that they knew I likely wouldn't live there forever. They knew how much boarding bothered me at times. There was so many distractions since so many people were all sharing the same space. My grandparents didn't want me to worry about the noise in the dorms or anything like that, and they wanted me to really be able to concentrate on my degree. Honestly, they will be so fucking happy that I have you in my life; they'll understand us wanting to find our own place."
"I love you," Kurt said, kissing Blaine sweetly on the lips.
"I love you, too," Blaine replied.
About an hour before they landed, Nick had already sent the boys a list of several places that he would be more than happy to show them if they found any they liked. Kurt emailed him back and told him that they would look through them and get back to him within the next day or so.
The rest of their flight was spent watching movies and cuddling. When they landed in New York, both boys were happy to be home. They loved their time abroad and would never forget it, but there was nothing like being home. As they were waiting by baggage claim, talking about what the rest of their day looked like, Blaine tensed.
"Sweetheart?" Kurt asked. "What's wrong?
Blaine couldn't speak. He was just staring at someone across the way who was staring back at him. Kurt followed his eyes and instantly recognized who Blaine was staring at. Eric.
"Fuck, fucking, fuck," Kurt thought. "What do you want to do?" he asked Blaine, his hand instinctively reaching out to squeeze Blaine's hand comfortingly.
"I think," Blaine said, "that I'd like to go talk to him. I think I'm ready to finally hear what he has to say and forgive him."
Smiling at his soulmate, Kurt said, "As you wish. I'm so proud of you, love."
Blaine smiled back at Kurt and gave him a chaste kiss. "Could you wait here in case our bags come, and I'll go see if he has time to talk with us?"
"Of course," Kurt said and released Blaine's hand after placing a kiss to his palm.
Kurt watched as Blaine confidently walked over toward Eric to talk to him. Meanwhile, he kept an eye out for their luggage. He noticed it coming around the conveyor belt and grabbed the first of their three bags. By this time, Blaine was back at his side, helping to lift the last one off of the belt.
"Eric said he has time and will meet us in a couple of hours at a coffee shop just down the street from my apartment," Blaine said. "I told him that I was ready to hear what he had to say to me, and I think it threw him off a little. He looked like he was caught off guard some, so that's why I suggested meeting in a couple of hours instead of doing it right now. I thought the time might be good for him to gather his thoughts."
"You are so kind, love," Kurt said as they walked outside toward the car service Blaine had set up to take them to their apartments, thankful that the same driver usually took care of him when he chose to use the service instead of driving himself places. "Do you want to come up with me when we get to my place, or would you rather I meet you later?" Kurt asked, not sure what Blaine was thinking about how this all would happen.
"I'd love to come up with you," Blaine said. "George, would you mind waiting a little bit while I run up with Kurt before going to my apartment? I'll pay extra for however long it might take unless you have another appointment after me and need to go, that is. If that's the case, don't worry about it and I can just catch a cab from there."
"I don't have any other appointments after you, Mr. Anderson," George answered from the front seat. "No extra compensation will be needed either. I'm off after I drop you off and I don't have any pressing engagements I need to get to. As long as I'm home for supper in time, I will be fine."
"Thank you, George," Blaine replied.
"We shouldn't be too long at my place," Kurt added. He didn't want to be the one who caused the man to be late. His mom had always instilled in him how important family dinners were.
The car pulled up to Kurt's building shortly thereafter. Blaine helped him carry in his suitcases and looked around the living room while Kurt was packing for their stay in Connecticut. The place was very Kurt, and the pictures he had been shown on the plane definitely did not do the place justice. He took note of the items in the room and tried to envision how they would mix with his when they found their new home.
Within 30 minutes, Kurt was ready to go. They went to Blaine's apartment next, thanking George as they got Blaine's bag out of the trunk. Kurt walked around Blaine's apartment while his soulmate packed and straightened up a few things. He smiled to himself, looking at Blaine's decor. Their tastes complemented one another nicely, he decided. When Blaine was all packed and ready to go, they decided to just head to the coffee shop early, leaving their bags by the front door for easy retrieval when they got back from the coffeeshop. That way, they could just get in Blaine's car and head to his mom's house, worry-free.
The boys walked their destination hand-in-hand. Once there, Kurt ordered both drinks, a non-fat mocha for himself and a medium drip for Blaine.
"You know my coffee order?" Blaine asked after Kurt had ordered the drinks.
"That's how you fixed it when we stayed at the villa," Kurt said, panicking a little at the thought that he remembered it wrong.
"No," Blaine interrupted before Kurt could start freaking out, "you got it right. I just didn't realize you were playing that close of attention." He smiled gently at Kurt.
"I want to know everything I can about you," Kurt said. "Even things as seemingly insignificant as how you take your coffee."
"I love you," Blaine said and kissed Kurt on the cheek.
"I love you, too," Kurt replied.
Kurt found them a table where they could see the door but also be somewhat secluded. After they sat down, Kurt's remembered that Nick had sent him potential listings to look at. When he opened his email, there appeared to be even more. "Want to look through them with me?" Kurt asked.
"I'd love to," Blaine said. "I wonder why he's working on a holiday. He shouldn't even be checking his email today."
"He actually answered that very question in the email," Kurt chuckled. "He said that when my name came up in his notifications, he was curious since he thought that I had really liked my apartment when I picked it. The reason he's answering this today is that it's you and me who asked."
They sat there, sipping their coffee and looking through listings until Eric got there. As they looked through them, they talked about the pros and cons of each one, not even paying attention to the cost of any of them. Nick has saved the best for last on the list. After seeing the layout only, both boys looked at each other and knew that this one would be it; seeing the inside pictures only reinforced those feelings. Kurt emailed Nick back and asked for a showing of the house after they returned from Connecticut. Since it had been on the market for so long, they weren't too worried about it being snatched up. Nick responded and said that he could get them in that day if they wanted, but the boys declined since they were heading to Darien after they met with Eric, but would get back with him soon to choose a day.
Eric showed up 20 minutes late, just as the guys were getting ready to leave. They sat back down and listened as Eric started talking. Having Kurt near him helped Blaine stay calm as Eric gave excuse after excuse as to why he had cheated. Blaine thanked him for meeting with them and then left hand-in-hand with Kurt.
On their drive to Darien, they talked about the interaction. Blaine told Kurt that there wouldn't have been any point in talking more after hearing all of the crap Eric had to say. Eric really never was one to take full responsibility for things, not matter how in the wrong he was, it was never solely his fault. He would take partial responsibility, sometimes, but he never fully owned up to his mistakes.
"I've always worried about what I would do if and when I saw him again," Blaine said as he drove. "I thought that my anxiety would get the best of me, and I would freeze up or immediately take him back if he asked. Those were my worst-case scenarios. I think, though, that having you there with me helped for sure. But I also think that maybe I had forgiven him long ago without really noticing it." He felt a little pang of frustration at himself for just a moment. Parts of his life had been wasted, thinking that he still disliked Eric, and he knew life was too precious for that. Kurt's words made him forget all about it, though.
"I'm so proud of you, Blaine," Kurt said and squeezed Blaine's thigh slightly.
The boys sang along to the songs that came on the radio, sometimes offering memories if they were reminded of one. Other times, they were just in awe of how well their voices blended together. As they got closer and closer to Darien, Blaine got more and more relaxed. Coming home to his mom's house always calmed him and he wished he could be there more.
"Everything seems so peaceful," Kurt commented as they pulled into town. He had begun to get nervous and worry about how Blaine's mom would like him.
Blaine noticed an instant shift in the air and grabbed Kurt's hand to hold. "She's going to love you because I love you. There isn't an ounce of doubt in my mind, my love."
Kurt released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Okay," he said, nodding his head in agreement. He wasn't quite sure if he was actually agreeing with Blaine or trying to convince himself that what his soulmate said was true.
To help ease Kurt's nerves, Blaine asked him about when his dad and step-mom would be back from their cruise.
"They are set to fly into JFK on the seventh," Kurt answered, loving his soulmate even more for changing the subject. "Their cruise isn't that long actually. They're stopping off in Orlando for a few days to check out Disney, and then they're planning to visit me for a few days before they head back to Ohi—" Kurt hadn't even thought about that, and they were expecting to stay at Blaine's for a full week.
"I will have you back there by then," Blaine promised, sensing his soulmates impending panic attack.
"But we planned to stay here unt—"
"Baby," Blaine interrupted, knowing he needed to calm his soulmate down, "I can come to see my mom anytime. I promise she will understand us leaving a couple of days early to see your dad. Hell, knowing her and how much she's going to love you, she may want to come with us and meet them, too."
Kurt thought that that should scare him a little, but it didn't. And with that, he relaxed. "Fate wouldn't have put us together if our families would hate each other, would they?" he asked. He just had to make sure he was thinking logically.
"I'm not sure, my love," Blaine answered. "I don't think that it is something we have to worry about with our parents though. However, if there are indeed other realities out there like our dreams have shown us, it could always be a possibility. But I know my mom, and, from what you've told me about your parents, she is probably going to ask them to move up here. They can all do retired things together." He grinned widely at Kurt.
"I would love to have my parents closer," Kurt said, dreaming about his dad only being an hour away. "I worry about my mom being lonely with nobody there to visit her, even though I know she's not really there. Is that silly?" Kurt asked with a tear in his eye. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized they had stopped near a quaint little house surrounded by trees and water.
"It's not silly in the slightest," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand. "But, you're right; she's not really there. We can fly back as often as you want to visit. I don't mind at all." He gave Kurt a reassuring squeeze to his knee. "Are you ready to go in? I can see Mom peeking out through the blinds."
"Wow," Kurt looked up and finally realized where they were. "This is amazing! Please tell me we inherit this place!" Instantly, his face colored as he realized what he'd said. "I mean…shit…that was really rude. I'm sorry. This is just…beautiful!"
Blaine was laughing by the time Kurt was done babbling. "I love it here. C'mon. Let's go inside." They got out of the car and moved to the trunk to get their suitcases. Before closing it, Blaine leaned in and gave Kurt a searing kiss just because he could. "And, yes, we do inherit it," he whispered.
Both boys loved how they spoke in terms of "we" and "when," not "I" or "you" and "if." They knew that they were each other's endgame, in this life and in future ones they got to experience. Each day, they felt their bond grow stronger, deeper, and they could just sense that there was more planned for them and their love.
When they got close to the door, it was thrown open, and a very petite woman with a huge smile on her face came out the front door. She went straight for Blaine, engulfing him in a hug, and causing him to drop his suitcase with a 'thunk.'
"Hey Momma," Blaine said, squeezing her back just as tightly. When they broke apart, Blaine reached over to Kurt and pulled him close, "Momma, this is the love of my life, Kurt. Kurt, this is my Momma, Dalisay."
"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Anderson," Kurt said politely, offering his hand for her to shake.
"Handsome and polite," Dalisay said, the smile never wavering, and shook Kurt's offered hand. "I like this one, B. And it's Dalisay, Kurt. Mrs. Anderson was my mother-in-law. It's very nice to meet you, too, young man." She turned to her son and pulled him close again as she spoke. "I can already tell how good you two are for each other. You make each other light up," she said and then pulled away to address them both. "Come on in, and let's get you two settled. Then, we can get to know each other better."
Blaine led Kurt to his old room to set their suitcases down. Kurt took the time to look around his bedroom. He noticed a couple of bookshelves filled to the brim with all kinds of books, including one that surprised him. "You've read this?" Kurt asked, holding out a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice.
"It's one of my favorites," Blaine answered. "The Harry Potter series is my absolute favorite, though."
"This one is my favorite," Kurt said, hugging the book to his chest. "My mom would read it to me even though I didn't really understand anything going on. I just loved the sound of her voice and I loved the...I don't know if this is the right word, but I loved the sophistication of how they talked in the book. I've read it once a year ever since sixth grade. I tried to read it before that, and I just couldn't get into it."
"Boys," Dalisay called up. "I've got some snacks in the kitchen if you're hungry.
"Be right down, Momma," Blaine called back. "Let's go eat some snacks, my love."
Kurt followed Blaine downstairs, listening to him talk about the house as they went. While they were eating, Kurt told Dalisay about himself and asked her questions of his own. They got along splendidly, and both really enjoyed teasing Blaine whenever they could. Kurt asked both of them what they usually did when Blaine visited. They talked about the restaurants they liked to go to and how they really just enjoyed lounging by the water when the weather was beautiful. Blaine mentioned that they typically went and visited his dad at least once. The whole table got quiet at that.
"Could…um…Could I…?" Kurt was trying to get out the question he wasn't quite sure was appropriate for him to ask.
"Yes, dear," Dalisay said, reaching out to cover Kurt's hand with her own. "We would love for you to join us."
"Thank you," Kurt replied. "That would mean a lot to me."
"Can we go today?" Blaine asked. It felt like it had been forever since he had been back for a visit, when in reality it was only Thanksgiving. "The weather is nice right now, and you know how quickly it can change nowadays. Plus, I miss him. I know it's not the same as him being here, but, well…"
"We know what you mean, B," his mother said reassuringly. "And I'm up for going today if you are, Kurt."
"Absolutely," Kurt said, scooting closer to Blaine to offer support. "How far away is it?"
"It's a 10-minute drive," Blaine said, standing up and offering his mom one hand and Kurt his other.
The group got into Blaine's car and drove to Spring Grove Cemetery. Adrian's headstone was near the pond, between two mature elm trees. The weather that day was perfect, and the birds were singing loudly, loving the sun shining down on them.
The trio stayed at the cemetery for about an hour and talked to Adrian about what was going on in each of their lives. Kurt "introduced" himself and said how nice it was to meet him and how lovely his family was. He stayed reasonably quiet for the most part, though, his own thoughts automatically drifting to those of his mother.
On their way back to the house, the atmosphere in the car was a little more subdued than on their way to the cemetery. When they got back, Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and walked toward the shore by himself. Kurt sensed that he needed a few minutes by himself.
"That was Adrian's favorite spot on the property," Dalisay said quietly as she slid up next to Kurt and reached for his hand like it was something they had done a million times before. "Some days after he would get home from work, Adrian would be so exhausted and frustrated with things that had happened that he would need a moment to calm himself before bringing all of that negative energy into the house. So, he would go sit out there and just be." She sighed, remembering. "He found ways to release the toxicity within himself out there. Whenever Blaine's home, he always goes out there for at least a few minutes each day. I'm not sure if it's to be closer to him or to release whatever he needs to. But out there, on that spot, that's where we feel Adrian the best."
"I wish I had known him," Kurt said. "It's kind of silly, I guess, but whenever I'm missing my mom, I watch this video of pictures we had put together to play at her funeral, and it helps. It's sad, sure, but seeing all of the great times I have with her helps."
Dalisay's body had gone stiff beside Kurt's as he was talking. "Fuck, motherfucker, fuck, shit! I've pissed her off somehow. Shit! She doesn't care about my mom. This is her husband. Fuck!" Kurt thought. He had started shaking slightly and was completely stuck in his head by this point, worry running rampant. He didn't hear her trying to calm him down or holler for Blaine.
Blaine rushed over when he heard his mom calling for him in panic. When he got closer, he could see why and sprinted the rest of the way toward them. Kurt was white as a ghost and shaking, never loosening his grip on Dalisay's hand. Blaine tried to get Kurt to make eye contact with him, but it was almost like his eyes were unable to see him. Dalisay explained what had happened, and Blaine knew exactly what was going through his soulmate's mind right now and what had triggered the panic attack.
"Kurt," he said gently into his ear, molding his body as tightly as he could to Kurt's. "She's not mad. Nobody is mad at you. You're allowed to miss your mom, too. Take a breath, please, baby. Match your breathing to mine. In…and out…in again…and out. That's it. I love you so much, Kurt. Just close your eyes for me and concentrate on matching your breathing to mine. When you're ready, open your eyes, and we can talk. Ok, my love?" To Blaine's astonishment, it worked. He didn't have to yell or curse at Kurt to get him to calm down.
A couple of minutes later, Kurt finally opened his eyes and was somewhat confused as to how Blaine ended up right there with him when he had been over in his dad's spot. He remembered talking to Dalisay about his moth—
"I'm so sorry," Kurt started. "I'm so sorry I made this about me. I didn't mea—"
"Kurt," Dalisay interrupted. "Look at me, please." When Kurt made eye contact with her, she continued, "I'm not mad. I promise. I would love to hear about your mother and what you do to remember her. It just surprised me, because what you were describing is exactly what Blaine and I do to remember Adrian."
"You have a video?" Blaine asked Kurt, furrowing his eyebrows.
Kurt nodded, not fully trusting his voice at the moment.
"Do you have with you by any chance?" Dalisay asked. "Or a way to access it somehow?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kurt whispered.
"If you want, and only if you want," Dalisay continued, "would you share it with us? I'd love to meet your mother."
"Really?" Kurt asked, not fully able to grasp the concept of this woman, whose husband's grave they had just visited, wanting to meet his mother.
"Yes. Really," Dalisay said, squeezing the hand that Kurt was still holding. "I have a feeling you aren't going anywhere, and I want to learn as much about you as I can while I have you here."
"Blaine..." Kurt said, not sure what he needed at the moment but knowing that he needed something.
"How about this?" Blaine offered, knowing exactly what Kurt was needing. "Let's go into the house, pop some popcorn, and watch Dad's video. Then, if you're feeling up to it afterward, we can meet your mom."
"Yeah," Kurt responded. "Okay. I can do that."
Dalisay headed into the kitchen to get their refreshments while the boys went into the living room and got comfortable on the sofa. They made sure to leave a place for Blaine's mom to snuggle in next to them. She set the snacks on the table and retrieved the video that they always watched together, putting it into the player.
As the opening chords began to play, Kurt stiffened, and Blaine paused the video. "What is it, my love?" he asked softly, holding his soulmate close for comfort.
"You've got to be shitting me," Kurt mumbled, unable to wrap his mind around what was happening.
"Um…huh?" Blaine asked, extremely confused.
"This song," Kurt said, working himself into hysterics almost, his thoughts all over the place. "This is the song that your video is to. Jeez…Fate really did know what it was doing when it put us together, didn't it? The dreams, the mirror stuff, and now this. It's almost too much. I just don't kn—"
"KURT!" Blaine said evenly. "Baby, take a breath and tell me what you mean, please."
"I did it again, didn't I?" Kurt asked, and, seeing Blaine's nod, he did as his soulmate asked after taking another deep breath. "Okay. So, this is the song that my mom's video is to also. My mom absolutely loved country music, and Brad was one of her favorites. This song came out the year before we lost her, and she absolutely loved the collaboration between Dolly and him. When it came time for the funeral, Dad and I decided to put together a bunch of pictures of her, the way we would always remember her, and we put them to this song."
Dalisay didn't need to ask any more questions. She knew what her son and this remarkable young man were. Soulmates. She looked up toward the sky and winked. "Our boy's going to be just fine."
"Are you still okay watching it?" Blaine asked.
"Absolutely," Kurt said, smiling now. "Let's do this."
The video started back up, and the very familiar song began to play. They watched as pictures of Adrian flew in and out of the screen. There were images of Adrian's childhood and family and several of him and Dalisay, but the majority of them were of him and his boys. The picture that always made Blaine's tears fall, no matter what, was taken at Blaine's sixth birthday party at the local skating rink. Adrian was doing the limbo and was still standing up on his skates, trying to get under the limbo stick. As the picture displayed on the screen, the music swelled, and Brad's voice rang out, "But when I get where I'm going/And I see my Maker's face/I'll stand forever in the light/Of His amazing grace." It always made Blaine miss his father but rejoice in the time they had; in the memories they were able to make. By then end, all three were in tears. Two for who they had lost and one for who he'd never meet.
No words were spoken for several minutes, all three of them just taking in what they had seen. Kurt turned to Blaine and silently asked with his eyes, "Should I play mine now?" At Blaine's nod, Kurt used the smart TV to find the video on his private YouTube channel.
The same song began. Only this time, the group watched a different story, that of a daughter, mother, and wife. They could all see the light and joy that she exuded in every single picture. There was one, in particular, that had them all in tears yet again. It was a picture of four people in the hospital right after Kurt was born. Elizabeth was holding him while a woman stood beside her and a man sat in a wheelchair on the other side of the bed. All of the adults were touching Kurt in some say. "I'm gonna walk with my grandaddy/And he'll match me step for step/And I'll tell him how I missed him/Every minute since he left/And then I'll hug his neck."
"That's four generations," Kurt whispered as the video kept playing.
When the song was over, Dalisay was the one to break the silence. "She was beautiful, Kurt."
"They both were," Kurt replied.
The rest of the day and evening went by smoothly with only happy tears. They laughed and told story upon story that evening and continued to for the next five days. On the morning Kurt and Blaine were set to leave to go back to the city, Blaine decided he wanted to go sit in his dad's spot for a while one more time. Kurt was secretly happy to have some quality alone time with Dalisay.
"I have something I'd like to ask you," Kurt said to her once Blaine was out of sight. "And it's not something I want Blaine to walk in on us talking about. Do you think we could go to the screened-in porch so we can see him coming back?"
"Of course," Dalisay replied, hoping that she knew what Kurt was going to talk to her about. She had watched these two closely during their time here and knew that they were it for each other, that they were meant to be together always.
Once they sat down, Kurt's nerves and all of the worry he had about what he was going to ask shot back through him like a bullet. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, slowly. "This is so not the time to lose your shit, Hummel," he said to himself. When he was calm, he opened his eyes and looked directly into Dalisay's, wanting her to see that he was serious about what he was about to say.
"I'd like your permission to ask your son to marry me," Kurt said confidently.
A/N: The song used in this chapter is "When I Get Where I'm Going" by Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton.