Christmas was an entirely new experience for Kurt. For so long, Christmas was just another day to highlight how alone he was in the world. This year, Kurt was surrounded by his new family.

Elliot and Sam arrived just as the sun was beginning to set on Christmas Eve, their arms loaded down with presents and huge matching grins on their faces. Elster eyed them cautiously for a moment before her eyes lit up.

"I remember you!" she cheered looking at them both. "You helped get us when the building fell."

Elliot crouched down to her level, "We did. I am glad to see you are doing well."

Her eyes seemed to glow with excitement. "You're Starchild. You made the pretty lights."

Kurt could see Elliot puff up with pride at being recognized. He had to hold in his giggle as he remembered their first meeting and Elliot's disappointment that Kurt had never heard of him.

"You can call me Elliot."

"Our names match," Elster smiled, "I'm Elster and you are Elliot Star."

"Team El for the win!" Elliot crowed, causing the whole room to break out in laughter.

Sam was almost as big of a hit with her, she giggled as he changed himself to everyone she knew.

It was a meal like none any of them had had before. Laughter and cheer filled the air as they happily shared the holiday together. Elster was spoiled with gifts beyond imagining just from their two guests. By the time the evening was over, both Sam and Elliot had to promise they would come back soon.

Christmas dawned early and for the first time, Kurt and Blaine were woken up by a small body colliding with theirs.

"Do you think Santa really came?" She asked wide eyed as soon as they opened their eyes.

Blaine laughed, "Why don't we go downstairs and find out?"

Santa had indeed come, bringing with him everything a five year old girl could desire. Kurt and Blaine's contributions were much more subdued, consisting of mainly things Elster needed, clothes and books. This was a change necessitated by the question they still needed to ask her. They didn't want her to think they were trying to buy her love.

It was a lazy day watching Elster enjoy her new toys. She had a new freeness about her Kurt hadn't realized was missing before. It hit him, she was no longer afraid of her things being used against her.

That night, as they tucked her into bed, Kurt looked over at Blaine. It was time.

"Elster, we wanted to ask you something. We want you to know that whatever you decide, it's okay. We only want you to do what you want. Do you understand?" Blaine began.

She looked confused and a little worried, "I think so."

"How would you feel if Blaine and I adopted you? If we became your dads, and we were a real family and you never had to leave us?" Kurt proposed.

"I could stay here, always?" she asked.

Kurt held his breath as Blaine answered. "Always and forever. Is that something you would want?"

Elster looked between them, "We could be a real family?"

"We already love you like our own." Kurt explained, "But everyone else would see that we are a real family too. We want nothing more than for you to be our daughter, but if that isn't what you want, we don't have to do that."

"I want to. Can I paint my room?" She asked.

They laughed with relief. "We will see what we can do about that," Blaine chuckled.

"Do I call you both dad?" Elster said, biting her lips.

Kurt grabbed her hand, "You get to decide what you want to call us."

"We can talk more about it in the morning," Blaine stated, "But now it's bedtime."

Elster began to snuggle once more under her covers, but sat up quickly. "Wait, I didn't give you anything for Christmas."

"You said yes, that is enough for us," Blaine assured her.

Tears welled in her eyes, "Please, I want to give you something. Can I find something for you?"

Blaine shook his head, "Everything I need is right here in this room."

Elster's lip started to quiver, "I have something," Kurt told her.

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

"My mom used to write in a journal when I was younger. She always told me that when I was 18 I could have it. After she died, I kept trying to sneak it out of my parent's bedroom and so my dad hid it. I never found it. Do you think if I showed it to you you could find it? It's a long way away in the world where the angel was." Kurt explained.

Elster sat up straight looking determined. "I want to try."

Kurt pulled out his phone and searched through the few pictures he had saved there. It was one of the last pictures of his mother ever taken. He showed it to Elster, his mom was sitting by the window looking out, a red leather journal with white flowers in her hand.

Elster looked at the picture in awe, "She's beautiful."

"I'll tell you all about her one day," Kurt promised.

Elster smiled before closing her eyes.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered and pointed to the end of the bed. A small cloud of purple smoke swirled there until suddenly a dusty red book with white flowers appeared.

Kurt and Blaine stared at it for a moment, before Elster grumbled, "It was supposed to come to my hand."

"We can get the headmaster to help you with that," Blaine smiled.

Kurt looked at him in confusion.

"Didn't I tell you Headmaster Hina has a transportation quirk."

"I can really learn?" Elster asked.

"You can do anything you want now." Blaine assured her.

Kurt looked back to the foot of the bed and reached out a tentative hand to pick up something he thought was lost to time and space.

"Thank you," he whispered before kissing her forehead.

Once Elster was tucked safely into bed once more, Kurt and Blaine went to their room, curled up together on the bed and began to read.