Can we just pretend I didn't disappear for an entire month? . I'm so sorry! I have no idea what happened. I was sick for a week so I wrote nothing and from then onwards I just...I have no idea. Anyway, the final chapter is among us! Please review!

*2 YEARS LATER*

It was safe to say that Ethan had quickly leaned towards Blaine, probably as he was figuring out that Blaine was more likely to say yes, or not tell him off if he did something wrong. Blaine was also naturally more comforting, quickly swooping in to hug him tightly if he was upset and singing him lullabies almost every night.

Cleo, on the other hand, had Kurt's stubbornness - which only got worse as she grew up. Blaine couldn't help but laugh whenever she became extremely stubborn and crossed her arms over her chest, resembling Kurt more than ever.

Surprisingly, Cleo absolutely adored her baby brother. Kurt and Blaine were both expecting her to be somewhat jealous of him, but she was constantly pleading them to let Ethan stay up for "just five more minutes" to play with her even though the majority of the time he was sitting there barely awake.

"Cleo, put him down," Kurt reprimanded for the umpteenth time. "He clearly doesn't want you to carry him, or he wouldn't be crying."

"Fine!" Cleo exclaimed frustratedly, sitting Ethan down on the floor before running off to continue drawing.

"They're such little brats sometimes," Kurt said affectionately.

"You were a little brat once upon a time," Burt laughed.

It was Thanksgiving, so they had flown back to Ohio to spend it with Kurt's family. The Anderson's weren't exactly happy about Blaine missing a family event, but he knew that he wouldn't be missed amongst them.

"Please don't start telling baby stories again," Kurt groaned. "My babies don't need to hear that."

"Oh, I'm talking about when you were a teenager," Burt retorted.

Blaine let out a snort, pretending to be occupied playing with Ethan when Kurt threw an evil glare his way.

"You're horrible," Kurt pouted.

"Dinner's ready!" Carole called from the kitchen, much to Kurt's relief.

Blaine lifted Ethan up into his arms and carried him into the kitchen, sitting him in Kurt's old high chair – they were shocked that Burt even had that still – and blowing a raspberry on his cheek, the two year old giggling loudly.

"Papa," Ethan said, his voice curious as Blaine went to the other side of the kitchen to help Carole with serving dinner.

"Yes, little man?" Blaine asked, carrying two plates to the table.

"Ju?"

Blaine grinned at his little voice, grabbing his sippy cup from the baby bag hanging on one of the dining chairs and filling it with diluted orange juice before handing it to Ethan.

"Ta," the two year old said, grinning proudly.

Once Blaine had cut up Ethan's food into small pieces and placed it on the high chair tray, everybody sat down at the table and began to eat in a comfortable silence. They finished eating, and began to go around the table, each person saying what they were thankful for. However, when it finally came round to Kurt, he became extremely nervous and fidgety, fiddling with his hands.

"Um, well I'm thankful for all of you guys, obviously," Kurt said. "But um…mostly, I…Blaine."

"Why were you so nervous to say that?" Blaine chuckled, reaching out to hold Kurt's hand.

"I'm not finished," Kurt explained, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. "I…I'm not even sure how to do this," he said, laughing to himself a little. "Wow, okay. When I met you, I was still grieving like hell. I was in a really bad place and I was also completely terrified because I had Cleo and I guess I didn't believe that I could look after her on my own. But you…I asked you to come to the hospital a few hours after we first met because I was scared and you said yes without a second of hesitation…seriously, who does that? We were both incredibly stupid, and it took us an unnecessary amount of time to realise how we felt about each other, but I'm so, so glad we did because I honestly can't imagine my life without you. I never thought I'd do this more than once in my life," he said, pulling a box out of his pocket and kneeling down on the floor. "But I know that I could never, ever regret it. I love you so, so much, Blaine. So…will you marry me?"

Blaine's face scrunched up happily as he began to cry, nodding frantically. He could barely keep his hand still, laughing when Kurt slapped his arm and held his hand in place to slide the ring onto his finger.

Blaine all but yanked Kurt off the floor once the ring was on, pulling him into his arms and holding him tightly.

"You scared the crap out of me," Blaine laughed, crying into Kurt's shoulder. "You were so nervous. I thought you were gonna tell us you killed somebody or something."

Kurt laughed in response, pressing a tiny kiss to Blaine's neck.

"It's nice to know you view me as a crazy murderer," he commented teasingly, pulling back and finally sitting back in his seat, holding Blaine's hand tightly.

"You could've warned me!" Burt exclaimed, causing Kurt to laugh, wiping his eyes.

"Daddy!" Cleo exclaimed, falling into Kurt's side.

"Yes, baby girl?" Kurt asked, wrapping his arm around her.

"Are you gonna be a prince now?" She asked.

"Not exactly, honey," Kurt laughed. "But something very similar."

"Yay!" Cleo exclaimed happily, causing everyone to laugh.

Later that night, Kurt laid in bed with his head on Blaine's shoulder, both of them unable to wipe the grins from their faces.

"I can't believe I really did that," Kurt said into the silence of his old bedroom. "I was terrified. I almost chickened out, I was so scared."

"I'm really glad you did," Blaine pointed out. "I mean, I know that our relationship can't get any more solid than it already is, and I intend to spend the rest of my life with you regardless of whether or not we get married, but…I've always wanted to get married. Maybe it's silly, but –"

"It's not silly," Kurt said. "So have I. I never wanted to marry more than one person in my life but you…you just stumbled into my life completely by chance, and I would give anything and everything to get married again."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's shoulder.

"Did you propose before, or did Ethan?"

"Ethan did," Kurt replied. "When I realised that I was certain I wanted to get married again, which was an embarrassingly long time ago, I knew I wanted to be the one to propose though. I think I needed to, to be completely honest. If you had proposed, I don't know…I feel like I would've been more scared. I needed to let myself be that vulnerable in front of you to know that I was truly ready to get married again."

"I love you," Blaine said simply, leaning forward to press a small kiss to Kurt's lips. "And I completely get what you're saying. I'm glad that you took the time to really decide if it was the right thing for you."

"It is," Kurt smiled. "I mean, the idea scares the crap out of me. But I think I just needed to realise that by marrying you I wasn't replacing Ethan, I was just letting myself be truly happy, and that he would want me to."

"You're amazing, you know that right?" Blaine said, carding his fingers through Kurt's hair and grinning when he blushed and hid his face in Blaine's shoulder. "I mean it. You've been through a hell of a lot, but you've been so strong the entire time. I know that it still hurts, but you talk about it with so much more ease than you used to."

"I guess I just stopped feeling so angry about it," Kurt replied. "It doesn't feel so much like someone's jabbing a knife into my gut when I talk about it anymore, it's more like…a happy memory."

"Good," Blaine smiled. "Because I don't like seeing you sad."

"Stop pouting, you dork," Kurt laughed.

"Love you," Blaine grinned.

"I love you too."

Whoever told Blaine that happy endings didn't exist when he was younger was most definitely lying. He was certain that they did, because after years and years of feeling lost and alone, he'd finally found the happy ending that he'd always wanted.