A/N: For what feels like the millionth time (but I still haven't said it enough), I want to thank my amazing betas, darrenismydarcy and wendypeters. They provided so much amazing feedback and support while I was writing this fic and have been amazing champions as I've been posting it.

This fic has been in various stages of progress since early 2014, so to be done with it now feels... strange. I am so happy to have it out in the world, and so glad that I waited and had the chance to grow in myself to make it the story that it is today. I could never have imagined the response that it got and I am so thankful for every comment, like, reblog, and kudos I got. And now, here it is... the end of Lost Boy.

Summer 2019

Blain felt a rush of exhilaration wash over him. Tonight he was about to make his Broadway debut. He'd ended up creating his own major at school through the interdisciplinary studies department at NYU and mostly focused on theatre for social change. Inspired by his involvement with NCMEC, he'd helped plan events and had even produced a few small-stage shows at school to raise money and awareness for various causes. It had been pure accident that he'd fallen into that path at school, all thanks to his academic advisor who'd listened to him ramble on about what he was passionate about and helped him polish up a vision.

He hadn't expected Broadway to ever be part of his trajectory. He'd worked with small, vision-driven, grassroots theatres, doing everything from acting to producing to dramaturgy to fundraising to… well, just about everything except costumes, which Kurt always took dominion over.

It was after a performance that he was approached by a Broadway producer and asked to audition. Blaine felt bad to be leaving his family at the theatre behind, but everyone urged him to go for it. And then he'd been cast, set to take over in a huge part in a huge Broadway show. It was a complete whirlwind, and he'd loved every minute of it. Even the thought of name recognition didn't phase him anymore.

Kurt was with him backstage, waiting until the last minute before heading out to join his parents and brother in the audience.

"You're going to be amazing," Kurt whispered. "You were made for this role."

Blaine's stomach flipped. It had been a while since he'd let himself get caught up in his past, but he realized that, even if Kurt didn't mean it like that, he really was made for this role. Peter Pan had always held some sort of mystical key to the clamor in his head, and any retelling of the story always managed to capture that indescribable whirlwind that he'd experienced as a teen.

"And how does that make you feel?"

Blaine looked to the actors and stage around him, seeing the world of Mollusk Island and so much more. "Like - like I'm finally out of the dark."

"There's a name for that feeling, Peter."

"Home," he said, feeling the power of the word reverberate through his entire being.

An orphan boy who has no name, who is dubbed Peter by the bad pirates, who embraces his identity, and who gets a home and a family… it really was meant to be. He was proud to play the role. Even if it wasn't a serious drama to most people, it resonated much more with him than any of the prestige plays he'd read and performed in college.

He'd come to terms with his past and his story, and this was one way for him to face it and embrace it, for him to tell his story to others and bring hope and joy into the world.

"And here you are."

The summer was winding down, and Blaine was looking forward to the crisp fall. He could almost smell it in the late September air.

Over the last few months, he'd grown accustomed to performing for Broadway-sized crowds and had grown more comfortable baring himself before them than he had ever thought he would be. But tonight, he was facing something much, much scarier.

Rather than getting costumed up as Boy, he was putting on the Blaine mask, as Kurt called it. He hadn't worn it for quite a while, but tonight was different. He'd taken the night off from the show and was instead preparing for the NCMEC New York Gala.

He knew that it wasn't coincidental that they'd scheduled it for tonight.

He, his family, Syd and her parents, Len, Laura, Detective Quinn, and a few others that he barely remembered from all those years ago had all been invited as special guests for the September 20 event.

Exactly 20 years after he'd been taken, and just over nine since he'd been found.

He would be speaking about his experience for the first time on a large scale, beyond that of Dalton's Hope For Blaine events and school newspaper articles. He was terrified. And he was ready.

Kurt adjusted his bowtie for him just before they stepped out of the car. "You ready?" he asked, squeezing Blaine's hand gently.

Blaine nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I really am."

He had been lost for so long, but now he had found himself.