A/N: This is the official last chapter of this story and as sad as I am to see it end, I'm so proud to have actually completed an entire fic. I couldn't choose just one point in time to focus on so…
It turned out to be short, but I hope you like it anyway. I apologize ahead of time for any spelling/grammar errors.
Enjoy the adorable fluff, and don't forget to review! :]
One Year Later…
Kurt and Blaine held hands as they approached the adoption agency, the best one in New York. They had researched the adoption process and prepared for an entire year, giving both of them the chance to become stabilized in their respective careers. Blaine as a singer, and Kurt as a fashion designer.
"Are you excited?" Blaine asked once the two had entered the building.
"I'm so nervous," Kurt admitted. "What if they won't let us adopt? We're a young gay couple, and it's not as if we're rolling in money."
Blaine rubbed Kurt's palm reassuringly. "Babe, we'll be fine, I promise. Yes, we're a young gay couple, but we have tons of recommendations and our careers are stable. Your collection is going to be hitting chain retailers soon, and you're even opening up your own boutique for your one-of-a-kind couture looks."
"Couture is one-of-a-kind, honey," Kurt reminded with a smile.
"Right, but you know what I meant," Blaine retorted. "And I'm going to be signed any day now if my agent is anything to go by."
"You mean Wes? I'm sure Wes could annoy anyone into doing anything," Kurt teased. "Does he still have that gavel?"
"Framed and hanging in his office," Blaine replied tiredly. "It's been almost a decade and he still has an unhealthy attachment."
Kurt laughed before he could stop himself. Other people standing around the lobby of the adoption offices looked at him strangely, but Kurt ignored the few disgusted looks and smiled at the other same-sex couples he laid eyes on. The couple walked confidently to the receptionist's desk and confirmed their appointment before being instructed to take a seat in the lobby and they'd be called when their time came.
They chatted about whatever came to mind and make small talk with the lesbian couple seated beside them. One of the women, Kate, reminded Kurt of Rachel with her long, dark hair and loud, dramatic voice. The other woman, Rita, was soft-spoken but what words she did say were intelligent and witty. Her dark red hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves and Kurt had to resist the urge to recommend she try modeling. The women were a few years younger than Kurt and Blaine, but were already well-off since Rita was a nurse and Kate worked as a lawyer.
"Blaine and Kurt Hummel-Anderson," called the receptionist in the middle of one of Kate's lawyer horror stories.
Kurt reluctantly bid the female couple farewell, the four of them exchanging cell numbers and talking about getting together sometime. While they had barely met, Kurt had a feeling Kate and Rita would fit well in his life, and it would be great to now another couple who were trying their hand at adopting and parenting.
Blaine pulled Kurt away from the women, knowing that they would otherwise never leave and completely miss their appointment, which would not do. Once they found the office of Lily Washington, the two sat in the chairs across from the woman's desk and prepared themselves for whatever may come their way.
"Blaine, Kurt, it's nice to meet the both of you," the blond woman said as the two made themselves as comfortable as possible in the provided stiff, blue chairs. "I've looked through all of your paperwork and everything seems to be in order. Your actual interview was conducted last week with Marcy, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Please, call me Lily."
"Yes, Lily. We feel that the interview went quite well."
"That's good to hear," she replied as she looked down at the file on her desk. "Now, it says her you would like to adopt a daughter? Preferably around the age of one?"
"Yes."
"Well, I have here a selection of children whom fit that description. If you'd like to take a look at the photos and see if any of them would be someone you'd be interested to meet in person," she instructed as she passed over a small pile of photographs.
Kurt took the photos into his hands and Blaine leaned over to have a clear view. They rifled through the pictures until a certain young girl caught Kurt's eye. In the photo, the girl had a tuft of chestnut brown hair and her eyes were a dark brown with specks of yellow. She was dressed in a pink onesie and Kurt immediately fell in love. He looked questioningly to Blaine who had the same love struck look in his eyes.
"Tell us more about this little cutie, please," Kurt requested as he handed Lily the picture of the brown-eyed little girl.
"Her name is Elizabeth. She's ten months old. Her biological mother is facing tough times and can't financially afford to support the child so she decided adoption would be the best choice so that the little girl could lead a happy life and be well taken care of."
"Does the mother want to keep in touch?" Blaine asked.
"She would prefer a closed adoption, meaning no contact. But if you're worried about such a thing, I'm sure she could be persuaded into some form of an open adoption."
Blaine nodded. "Either option would be okay with us. I'm sure the baby would be interested in her birth parents once she was old enough, and we'd never be ones to keep that from happening."
"That's good to know," Lily replied. "I'll contact the mother and set up a date for the two of you to meet with her and the child."
"What's the child's name?" Kurt inquired.
"Elizabeth," Lily answered. She turned in her chair to grab the telephone off of her desk and set to calling to make a date for the boys to see their potential daughter, causing her to miss the tears that formed behind Kurt's eyelids at the sound of the child's name.
Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly.
"Her name's the same as my mom's," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear. "I feel like it's a sign or something."
"We'll do all that we can," Blaine vowed.
Their intimate moment was interrupted by Lily turning back toward them and announcing that Whitney (Elizabeth's mother) had eagerly agreed to meet them and if all went well they'd be able to take Elizabeth home in a few short weeks.
Three Years Later…
"Honey, I'm home!" Kurt called out as he entered the white townhouse that belonged to him and his wonderful husband. Fridays were the one day that Kurt left the office early; his employees could survive one night per week without him, even if at times it didn't feel that way considering the amounts of worried texts and calls he received.
"In the music room!" Blaine shouted in return. The man sat quietly in the small room filled with instruments and sheet music alongside his three year old daughter, being sure to keep her quiet despite the litany of excited giggles that threatened to escape her. When Elizabeth had suggested buying her papa a surprise present, Blaine just couldn't resist. Her wide brown eyes melted his resolve every time.
Kurt smiled as he removed his coat and shoes in the doorway. It had been a brisk spring in New York City but Kurt didn't mind the excuse to wear even more expertly designed layers. Once he'd placed his trusty messenger bag down on the table beside the couch in the small living room, he walked down the hall toward the music room where his husband was waiting.
"Okay, he's almost here," Blaine whispered to his daughter once he heard Kurt's footsteps approaching. "Are you ready?"
Elizabeth nodded enthusiastically, remembering her promise to remain quiet as to not give themselves away.
"Great," Blaine whispered with a wide grin. He turned back to the door, anxiously waiting for it to be swung open and to see Kurt's lithe frame in the doorway. This surprise was going to be perfect, especially considering the present was something Kurt had been talking nonstop about for the last few weeks.
"Blaine? What are the two of you doing on the floor?"
Blaine looked up to see Kurt, hand on his hip, looking down at him with a vaguely amused expression. He must have been wrapped up in his thoughts because he hadn't heard a sound signaling Kurt's entrance.
"We have a surprise for you, Papa," Elizabeth said from behind her daddy. "Daddy said I had to be quiet."
Kurt smiled and picked the girl up, swinging her into his arms, resulting in a happy squeal from his little girl. "And what does this surprise entail?"
Elizabeth looked to Blaine who had already risen to his feet beside them. Blaine placed a soft kiss on his husband's cheek and handed his daughter a small white envelope. On the front of the envelope was written 'For Papa' in Elizabeth's messy handwriting. Kurt smiled at the sight of it. Elizabeth was only three, but penmanship was something Kurt took seriously. The girl could already print her letters, albeit a bit messily, and could recite the alphabet as well as reading small words.
"Is this for me?" Kurt asked as he took the envelope from his daughter's outstretched hand.
"Yep," the girl replied happily. "See, it says 'For Papa' on it."
"I do see that." Kurt smiled proudly at his daughter. "You did very well writing it for me."
Elizabeth grinned. "Thank you."
"Open it," Blaine requested softly with a small smile. Seeing his husband hold and interact with their daughter brought a smile to his face, even after all this time. Kurt would always be beautiful, witty, and caring, but something about seeing him with their daughter brought forth an even deeper love in Blaine.
Kurt stuck his tongue out at his husband, saying, "I was getting there." He handed Elizabeth to Blaine, who easily took the girl into his arms and adjusted his hold on her so that she could watch comfortably as Kurt opened the envelope. Kurt stuck his index finger under the flap and effortlessly tore through the thin paper to reveal what lay inside.
Two small slips of paper (movie tickets? pay stubs?) were visible, so Kurt reached in and pulled them out carefully. He flipped them over and gasped. They were concert tickets, and not for just any concert.
"Lady Gaga's Greatest Hits Tour?" Kurt breathed. The icon had refrained from touring the past two years due to some family medical problems, but Kurt still listened to her music devotedly. To attend a concert would be a dream come true.
Blaine smiled as Elizabeth wiggled excitedly in his arms. He gently placed his daughter onto the plush carpet and wrapped an arm around his husband's shoulders. Their little girl wrapped her arms around Kurt's legs and squeezed tightly.
"Do you like your present, Papa?"
Kurt grinned first at his husband and then down at Elizabeth. "I do. Thank you, darling, so much."
Five Years Later…
Monday brought the first official day of schooling for Elizabeth. Kurt dressed her in a pair of dark-washed jeans and a purple t-shirt that said, "Daddy's Little Princess." He tried to convince her to wear a sweater (because layers were important, especially in New York where the weather could change at any second), but the girl insisted that the outfit was just fine.
Kurt held tightly onto her little hand so not to lose her in the crowds (although, if he was being honest with himself, he really just didn't want to ever let her go). Blaine had a meeting with a record executive so Kurt had volunteered to take Elizabeth to school for her first day and Blaine could take her for her second.
After lots of research, the two had found what they hoped was the perfect school for their little girl. It had everything: a small student-teacher ratio, music and art, stellar academic reviews, and a zero-tolerance bullying policy. The entirety of it reminded Kurt of Dalton, which made him feel even better about the choice to send his daughter there.
Once they approached the large wooden doors, Kurt pulled Elizabeth to the side to do a final check. He smoothed her clothes and hair, made sure she had everything she needed in her little blue backpack, and promised he'd be back later to pick her up. He reminded her that the teachers had his and her daddy's numbers if anything happened, and to remember toe at her lunch that he had packed.
Elizabeth squirmed impatiently as Kurt fussed over her. All she wanted was to go inside and make new friends and put her backpack down because it was starting to get annoying. She didn't say anything though, because Daddy had told her the night before that Papa wouldn't want her to leave and would waste as much time as possible.
Ten minutes later, Kurt finally released his daughter from his grasp after a last goodbye. He watched as she jovially skipped into the building and looked through the window to see her set her bag in a little cubby against the wall before approaching another little girl who wore her raven hair in pigtails. Kurt watched with bated breath as Elizabeth introduced herself. Within seconds Elizabeth sat beside the other little girl and the two chatted amiably.
Kurt turned then, satisfied that Elizabeth was safe and would be alright on her own for a few hours. He was proud of his little girl for initiating conversation with others and not feeling intimidated in the least in such a new environment. Sure, the three of them had met with the teacher beforehand so that Elizabeth could get a feel for it all, but she completely lacked any trepidation and that fact made Kurt smile. His little girl was growing up, too quickly for his liking, but he knew he needed to treasure every moment and milestone in her life.
Kurt walked the few blocks down to his business (another reason the school was such a perfect fit) and entered the building. He waved politely at the doorman and his secretary before waltzing into his office and closing the door behind him. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Blaine and let him know how everything went.
The phone only rang twice before Blaine answered. "Hey, babe."
"Hey, honey. How was your meeting?"
Blaine sighed. "Not too bad, boring as usual."
"Are they signing another artist?" Blaine had sold three records in the last five years, but now that Elizabeth was starting school doing a tour was too hectic so Blaine had become a sort of consultant to the executives. They had him give his opinion on which artists the record should or shouldn't sign.
"Not this time," Blaine replied. "But enough about me. How was your morning with our sweet, darling Elizabeth?"
Kurt smiled as he recounted all the details: dressing Elizabeth and how she insisted she wear the shirt Blaine had gotten her last year for Christmas, to which Blaine laughed; the walk from the house to the school building; the ten minutes he had spent fussing over their little girl just so he could have that tiny bit of extra time with her; how she had immediately made a new friend; and, lastly, how Kurt was so proud of her and that Blaine would be too when he walked with her the next day.
"How did my life get to be so perfect?" Blaine mused rhetorically.
"The same way mine did," Kurt responded. "Love."
A/N: And that, my beautiful readers, is the official end of this story. This just felt like the perfect place to end it so I hope you agree.
TTFN, ta ta for now. Hope to hear from all of you again on my future stories.