Final chapter guys. This didn't exactly come out as I really wanted it to, thats why it took so long and I'm super sorry! If you don't like it, I'm sorry again, cause I'm not changing it. I finally got it halfway decent. This is the end. feel free to tell me how much you love it or hate it. K thanks!

It was a cool day in mid-January when Carole went into labour, the Hummel men rushed around her grabbing objects that were needed for the trip and leaving a wake in their path. The ride to the hospital was a calming sort of quiet, everyone just listening to the other breathing and trying to prepare for what lay ahead of them.

Carole was rushed inside immediately and after 6 hours, Kurt became a proud new brother to a baby boy. The name hadn't been chosen yet, and since Carole was asleep, it wouldn't be chosen anytime soon. Kurt stood to travel the hallways, the out of nowhere labour pains, and Carole's insistent screaming of "The baby's coming" had shocked his nerves and he needed to let loose a little steam before returning to his father's side.

He travelled down the hall to the nursery and looked carefully for his little brother, who ended up being on the left hand side, wrapped in a small blue blanket and hat. He smiled gently, as the brown eyes of the baby boy glanced around the room.

A older nurse came out a second later, smiling at him genuinely, and asked him which one was his. Sighing nervously he pointed at the baby and muttered to the kind old lady that it was his brother. As she stood beside him, beaming at the small boy she asked if the counter-tenor wanted to hold him. Looking up at the nurse in shock and seeing only sincerity in her eyes, he nodded and followed her inside.

As he stood next to the cart that hosted the baby's bed he felt an extreme amount of accomplishment and serenity. He reached out his pink finger for the baby to grasp soon after the nurse has placed the small boy in his arms. The nurse left quietly, exiting through a door and leaving the youngest Hummel men to themselves.

Kurt felt a chill as soon as the nurse had gone, so he pulled the cap down tighter on his brothers head and watched as the small boy's eyes widened and his tiny hand gripped his pinky finger. Looking up in front of him, Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin. He could have sworn that none other than Finn Hudson was standing in front of him. Shaking his head but still carefully holding the baby he glanced up again, only to find the transparent figure still there with his trademark lopsided grin in place.

Kurt thought that it was weird that Finn or whatever was in front of him was seemed to have eyes only for the small boy in his arms, and as the figure walked forward the brown eyes he had once fallen in love with gazed deeply into the irises that so resembled Finn's own.

Kurt was once again startled as the figure he had come to know as his dead brother spoke to the small child. "Hey Journey." he said with a grin, still obviously avoiding or oblivious to Kurt's presence. "I always wanted a baby brother," he continued, eyes finally glancing up at Kurt's face, "I had one once, well I still do, but…its complicated little buddy." Kurt's eyes we're wet, the moisture now rolling down his cheek and onto the soft baby blanket. The baby stirred in his arms scrunching up his face as if he was about to cry, but halted when Finn placed his hand on the small boys head. "Don't cry little man," he started, his grin extending, "My little brother is going to be your big brother, and he'll take good care of you."

Kurt interrupted then "Just like my big brother did for me." The smile on Finn's face spread to his eyes as he nodded. "Even better," and in a flash, he was gone. The nurse appear a millisecond later, her genuine smile still on her face. "Ready to take your brother to your parents?" Kurt nodded, not quite sure if he trusted his voice just yet, and after placing the baby back in its bed, he followed the nurse down the hall.

Journey Andrew Hummel, weighing 6 pounds and 14 ounces, went home a week later. Kurt may or may not have suggested the name, and he may or may not have seen a tall figure smiling back at him at the end of the hall as they left. He may or may not have heard a slightly raspy, yet soft version of Faithfully being sung to little Journey when he started crying, and as Kurt got up to check on his little brother he may or may not have sang along.

The End :)

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