Epilogue

A/N: Just to be clear since some of you were confused. The reason Alice looked like both of them was because it was IN A DREAM. Nothing about dreams is rational so that's why it works. That child does not exist and both Blaine and Kurt understand that their future daughter won't be exactly like that but they just wanted to fantasize. .

I know everyone is hurting right now but remember, Klaine is endgame and 21 is the best number. Also thank you to all of you for sticking around and reading this silly bit of my experimentation in writing fic. You wonderful people amaze me. Also I've had the flu for the past week so forgive me for the lateness. Ok, carry on.

"Blaine, I'm dying," Kurt moaned, his whine muffled by the pillow.

"Well in that case, I'll have to take out a bigger life insurance policy on you. I want to be set for life," Blaine teased as he pushed some hair from Kurt's face.

"Not funny. This is serious. If I die I'm coming back to haunt you."

"And I'll wait a full two weeks before accepting a date with Taylor Lautner to honor your memory."

"You wouldn't dare," Kurt tried to scowl but talking seemed to be taking up his only strength.

"No I wouldn't," Blaine agreed with a smile. "I'm not leaving your side, ever," he promised as he lifted up the blankets and slid into the bed behind Kurt.

"You should stay away from me. I'll get you sick," Kurt half protested although he only wanted Blaine's arms around him.

"I'll take my chances," Blaine replied as he wound his arms around Kurt and kissed the back of his head.

"You're the best husband ever" Kurt yawned.

"Can I get that in writing for future reference?"

"Blaaaaaiiineee," Kurt groaned.

"Oh hush you; just go to sleep," Blaine stroked Kurt hair and wiggled closer to him.

Kurt coughed into the pillow and groaned. "Please just kill me now, end my suffering."

"Aw baby, I will do no such thing. Do you want some more cough medicine? You can't have another Advil for another hour but if you're really hurting I could give you one," Blaine suggested with worry.

"No, just you. Just hold me. Will you sing to me?" Kurt huffed out.

"Anything you want" Blaine murmured in his ear before softly singing a lullaby his mother used to sing to him as Kurt drifted off to sleep.

Kurt woke up hours later with Blaine's arms no longer around him.

The door creaked open as Blaine's messy curls appeared through the cracked door. Blaine bit his bottom lip in hesitation and the care he was putting into trying not to wake Kurt up was touching.

"Oh you're awake. Good. I didn't want to wake you up but you haven't eaten anything all day and I made soup," Blaine disappeared only to return a few moments later.

"You cooked for me?"Kurt teased as he pushed himself up so he could sit up against the headboard.

"Hey, I can cook. I burn one chicken, one time and suddenly I can't be trusted in the kitchen. I will have you know that I made you chicken noodle soup from scratch," Blaine huffed with a mock frown.

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head as he set down the tray of soup.

"From scratch? I'm impressed," Kurt quirked one eyebrow at his wonderful husband.

"I didn't want to leave you alone but I figured that you were going to be out for a while and I know that you hate the preservatives in canned soup and I looked up a recipe online and I'm not sure how it is but I made it for you anyway," Blaine rambled.

"I love you," Kurt said because he just couldn't help himself. It was cute that Kurt could still make him nervous after eight years of marriage and Kurt felt himself falling just a little bit more in love with Blaine Hummel-Anderson.

Blaine relaxed and smiled. "I love you too."

"I can't believe you made me soup. You're adorable"

"Hey, I'm good for a lot more than just being your ridiculously handsome trophy husband," Blaine joked as smoothed the napkin over Kurt's lap and sat on the bed. He picked up a spoonful of soup in preparation to feed Kurt. Blaine blew carefully on the spoonful before offering it to Kurt.

"I can feed myself you know," Kurt

"I know but I want to do this," Blaine smiled at him. "I like taking care of you when you're sick."

"You just like me weak because I can't stop you from eating junk food," Kurt stuck out his tongue.

"Maybe so, but I also like being your knight in shining armor to nurse you back from your deathbed."

"My hero," Kurt deadpanned and rolled his eyes. It oozed with sarcasm which only made Blaine laugh and reach over to entwine their fingers.

"I do love when you take care of me though" Kurt admitted as Blaine offered him another spoonful. "We have both been so busy lately that this is really nice. Is that weird?"

"No, it makes sense. As handsome as you are with your red nose and the wall of snot covered tissues surrounding you, it's nice to be intimate with you in a non physical way."

"You are so amazing. How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?"

"Must have sold your soul to the devil," Blaine stated in mock seriousness.

"Then I know you soul yours because no one is that sexy and perfect and talented and worthy of my love."

Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes. "You were doing so well, honey," Blaine joked.

"You love me," Kurt croaked out.

"You know I do," Blaine agreed. "Are you sleepy again?" He asked.

Kurt nodded and pushed the tray away. Blaine took it from Kurt's lap and set it on the floor. Kurt snuggled down under the covers and grinned up at Blaine.

"I'm going to put this away and then I'll be right back," Blaine murmured in Kurt's ear as he kissed his husband's cheek.

Kurt smiled up at this amazing man before him. He really was lucky. Sure they'd had rough patches but they'd made it through it. If someone had told teenage Kurt that he would love Blaine even more after being married for eight years, he would not have believed that was possible.

Blaine appeared again and bounced over to his side of the bed. He snuggled up behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around the love of his live.

"I know I'm difficult when I'm sick but thank you for taking such good care of me," Kurt whispered as he started to drift off.

"In sickness and in health," Blaine whispered into the back of Kurt's neck as he pressed a light kiss to the exposed skin.

Kurt smiled as he allowed his body to be swept into a dreamless sleep. In that moment he knew that he had the best life and couldn't wait to see what the next fifty years of his life with Blaine would bring.