Not too happy with this one, but I wanted this last scene in here, so I had to write this one. Posting a little early today as I have an airport run to make tonight and rush hour traffic near LAX means I have no idea how late I will get home.

Once again, I own nothing you may recognize

Kurt had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for the incredible room he was in. It felt like he was floating in a cloud and a butterfly was flying around him, brushing up against his face and neck while a gentle weight held him down, so he couldn't float away. Suddenly, the butterfly started talking. "Kurt." Hmmmm…the butterfly knew his name. Yep, total dream. "Kurt. Time to wake up." Wow. The butterfly sounds like Blaine. "Kurt. It's Christmas Eve and we have a lot to do. If you don't wake up soon, Casey will be in here with a bucket of water like last year."

Suddenly, Kurt opened his eyes and was met with his husband's shining hazel eyes. "Ugh. What time is it?" He asked, covering his mouth as he yawned.

Blaine sat up, running his hand through his sleep mussed hair. "It's 8:30 Mom has a whole schedule for us all today, and, the sooner we get started, the sooner we are done, and, as I have a surprise for my incredible husband tonight, we need to get started early."

Kurt watched with curiosity as Blaine got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Where are you going? Can't we cuddle for a few minutes?" he whined, knowing he sounded childish, but not caring.

Blaine turned back with a smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. "How bout we take a shower and do something a bit more, let's say, invigorating, than cuddling?"

Kurt, cursing his sexy husband, rolled over and shuffled over toward the bathroom, where Blaine was waiting in the door. "Fine, but you are washing my hair."

An hour later, the entire family was around the table, finishing breakfast, while Janet discussed the chores needing completed that day. "Kurt and I will be in the kitchen finishing all possible last minute prep work on the food and getting the china and silver ready. Blaine, Richard, I need you two to get the furniture in place and make sure we have enough seating for everyone. Also, I want the wood box on the porch full so we can keep the fires going tomorrow. Casey, vacuum and dust everything." Casey gave her mother a look and got ready to protest. "Young lady, do you want to hear everything I have done in the weeks leading up to this? Be happy you aren't having to clean the guest bathroom and wash all of the linens I have been washing over the past week. And don't get me started on the windows and mirrors through the house." Casey lowered her eyes, knowing her mother wouldn't stop until she did. "Any questions? Great! Let's get to work."

The family may tease her about it, but, they all knew the house was run so perfectly due to the attention Janet paid to details, and, all things considered, there was very little to actually do to get ready for the gathering they would have the next day. Not only would the Hudmel family be there, but Richard and Janet's siblings and children, and now, grandchildren, would be there as well. At last count they were expecting 21 adults, not including them, as well as 6 children. And Janet had the ability to ensure that the day passed seamlessly.

While they were in the kitchen, Kurt decided to ask his mother in law a few questions that had been in the back of his mind ever since he and Blaine had gotten serious about starting a family. "Janet?" she turned to him with a smile, obviously concentrating on the glaze she was mixing for the ham. "What did Blaine's father do that was so bad that neither he nor Casey have any contact with him?"

Janet looked at Kurt with a questioning look on her face. "What has Blaine told you about the situation?" she asked, knowing how protective her son was of her.

Kurt looked down, feeling like he was sneaking behind his husband's back. "He just said the man wanted nothing to do with them and that Richard was more than enough of a father for him"

Janet smiled, sorrow evident in her eyes. "Honestly Kurt, that is what happened. I married Ken Anderson when I was young, and, before we had children, it was a great life of cocktail parties and luxury vacations to exotic locations and very carefree. Then, once I had Blaine and then Casey, and we couldn't just rush off on vacation and I didn't want to live my life at a cocktail party any longer, he decided that our wants in life were too different and he left me. He wasn't ready for the responsibility children required, and he didn't want to grow up. And, once the children were no longer part of his everyday life, he quickly lost interest in seeing them."

Kurt looked on, tears in his eyes. "I had no idea. How horrible that must have been."

Janet smiled. "Well, I lucked out and, due to some very wise decisions on my lawyer's part when the prenup was signed, I got an incredible settlement, as well as very generous child support. And, while Ken was entitled to full visitation, he didn't want it. I met Richard and he was the kind of man that all women want to be the father to their children, so, by the time Casey was 2 and Blaine was 5, they had a good man in their lives. They have very few memories of their biological father, so he is really a non issue to them."

Kurt asked one last question that had been bothering him about the situation. "Did he ever, once since the divorce, try to see them?"

Janet looked out the window, focusing on the snow that was gently falling. "Well, he did see them at his father's funeral, when Blaine was 15, and he attended both of their high school graduations, sitting in the back, not letting them know he was there, but, not that I know of. He and I have occasional contact, mainly me letting him know of important events, in case he wants to show, like the graduations. I told him that you two got married, but after the fact, so there was no possible way for an awkward scene of him wanting to attend." She looked over at Kurt. "I do believe he has grown up and, in his older age, realized what he has lost, but, doesn't feel he has any right to ask for a relationship with his children. Hell, I don't think they would know him if they saw him. Why all of the questions about this, Kurt?

Kurt looked down again, a blush coloring his face. "I know that if we end up adopting a child they will one day have questions about their birth parent, and I want to know how to answer them. I thought something in this story may help me."

Janet gave the brunette a hug, careful to not get the sticky glaze on her hands anywhere on his clothing. "Kurt, when that time comes, something tells me that you and Blaine will have no problem explaining the situation to your child"

By the time Kurt and Janet were done in the kitchen and the table was set for brunch with the Hudmel family, Blaine, Richard and Casey were all in the family room, watching the news. Kurt headed to the chair his husband was sitting in, curling up in his lap. "All done till tomorrow," he announced, seeing it was just a couple of minutes after 5 PM. "Are we too late for those plans you had for tonight?"

Blaine smiled and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Kurt's nose. "Not at all. Go get dressed in warm clothes and meet me down here."

Kurt grumbled, heading upstairs, knowing now that whatever they were going to be doing would be outside, which Blaine knew was not his favorite place to be. Blaine however smiled, knowing Kurt would understand soon enough.

As Blaine drove, Kurt got more and more confused. He was going in a direction that Kurt only knew for one reason, and it wasn't a particularly happy reason. "Um, sweetie?" Kurt asked. "Where are we going?"

"Where do you think we're going?" Blaine asked, softly, reaching over to grasp Kurt's hand in his.

"Well, all I know out this way is the cemetery my mom is buried in." Kurt choked out.

"Exactly." Blaine gave Kurt's hand a squeeze. "I thought you may want to share our news with your mom, and I know you like to talk to her out here. And then, when we are done, we are going to the Lima Bean for a cup of their delicious hot chocolate before going home and cuddling under the Christmas tree."

Kurt looked over at Blaine, a smile on his face, tears in his eyes, threatening to fall. "How did I get so lucky to find you?"

"Babe, we found each other, and we are both lucky." Blaine saw the entrance to the cemetery and pulled his hand free to turn the wheel. "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, pulling up to the area by the grave, which he could see Burt had already decorated for Christmas.

"Please? This is our news to share, not just mine. I would like you with me."

Kurt got out of the car and waited at the edge of the drive for his husband. They held hands, which were encased in gloves, and waded through the snow over to the simple granite headstone. "Hi Mom. Merry Christmas." Kurt sniffed, tears now falling down his face, being caught in his scarf. "Blaine and I are home for Christmas and we have some news we want to share with you." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "When we get back to New York, we are going to talk to a lawyer and explore our options in having a child. Can you believe it Mommy? I am going to be a father."

Blaine could hear the smile in Kurt's voice, while feeling the pain. He knew how much Kurt wished his mother could be here for these moments, and how much he misses her, even to this day. "I know Blaine is going to be a wonderful father, and, if I can be even half the dad that Dad was for me, then I will be great as well. I just wish you were here to see your grandchild."

Kurt talked for a couple more minutes, with Blaine reminding him of a few things that had happened at work that he knew Kurt would want to share with Elizabeth. After about 10 minutes, Kurt was starting to shiver, so Blaine spoke up. "Elizabeth, I am going to have to do something now that I promised you the day we came out here to tell you we were engaged. I have to take care of your son. Kurt, sweetie, it's cold out here and if we don't head back to the car, and some heat, you are going to get sick."

Kurt smiled up at Blaine. "He's right Mom. We're going to go now. I'll come back sometime before we leave to go back to New York and freshen the flowers and spend a little more time with you. I love you, and I wish you were here. Merry Christmas Mom." Kurt pulled off his glove and pulled his scarf down to blow a kiss toward the headstone before turning back to the car. "Come on sweetie, let's go get some hot chocolate.