Later that night, Blaine lay in bed, Kurt snuggled up to his side. Their legs were tangled together, and their skin slightly sticky with sweat. Kurt had his right arm curled across Blaine's chest, his thumb lightly stroking back and forth. Blaine closed his eyes, feeling more content and peaceful than he had in months.

"Rachel said she'd help me get my musical produced," Kurt said.

Blaine turned his head to look into his husband's eyes. "Are you okay with that? I know you were really into the idea of making it on your own."

Kurt nodded, the tip of his nose rubbing against Blaine's. "She told me she's not doing it because she's my friend, but because she knows I'm talented, and when that didn't work, she asked me if it were Liv in my position, what I would tell her to do. And then I felt like an idiot, because of course I'd tell our daughter to ask Rachel for help if she needed it, and so… I'm going to send Rachel a copy of the musical, and if she likes it, she'll give it to a few of her producer friends."

Blaine gave him a sleepy smile. "She'll like it."

"That's what she said too," Kurt said. "And speaking of Rachel…"

"We should go pick up our daughter?" Blaine interrupted.

"Well, that, too," Kurt said, "but that's not what I was going to say. I think we should find a way to get her and Finn back together."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, I know you're a romantic, but I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Kurt said, sitting up. "That car accident was almost two years ago. Finn's been single ever since. Rachel definitely hasn't gotten over him."

"They broke up for a reason, Kurt," Blaine countered.

"Yeah, a stupid one," Kurt answered. "Just because Finn didn't think he belonged in New York, he gave up his soulmate. They're both older now, and presumably wiser, and best of all, both single. I think they'll be able to figure something out." When Blaine still looked skeptical, Kurt made a face. "Come on, Blaine. If you were in either of their positions, wouldn't you want someone to get you back together with me?"

"I never would be silly enough to break up with you in the first place," Blaine said, sitting up and giving Kurt a kiss.

Kurt grinned. "That's because I would never let you. If you even tried, I would haunt you until you realized you were miserable without me. Then I would take you back, after an appropriate groveling period."

Blaine laughed. "I'm sure you would." Then he suddenly pulled away and stood up. "I almost forgot! I got you something."

"Oo, a present for me?" Kurt said excitedly.

Blaine ran out of the room, then came back carrying a Target bag.

"Wow, I love the wrapping job, Blaine. Very classy."

Blaine made a face at Kurt. "I can just take it back, you know, if the presentation doesn't meet your standards."

Kurt held out a hand. "Give it to me."

Blaine smiled and passed him the bag, then climbed onto the bed to sit next to him. "I thought so."

Kurt opened the bag and looked inside, then gasped. "You got my ornaments!"

"Mm-hm," Blaine replied. "And I know you didn't notice, because we were focused on other things when we got home, but I also dragged all of our Christmas decorations and the tree up from the storage unit in the basement. Maybe tomorrow we can put Liv in her swing, throw on some Christmas music, and finally decorate this place?"

Kurt threw himself at Blaine, or as best as he could considering they were sitting next to each other on the bed. Blaine's arms wrapped tightly around Kurt, in the same familiar embrace they had shared since high school. "I love you so much, Blaine," he whispered into his husband's ear.

Blaine squeezed him tighter. "I love you too, Kurt."

Kurt pulled away and stood. "Come on, let's go get our daughter, and then I'll bring you back here and show you again how much I love you."

"I like the sound of that," Blaine said, standing and grabbing his clothing off the floor.