Epilogue

Eleven years later

It was a warm and sunny day in late May. Blaine stood in front of the sink by their front window and stared. In fact, he had been there for quite a few minutes, just staring.

"Honey, glaring at the window isn't going to make her come home any sooner." Kurt giggled, holding the door open as their nine year old son, Tristan, walked in with his hands full of a model solar system.

Blaine turned away from the window to grin at the Kurt look-alike in front of him. "Hey buddy, how did your report go?"

Tristan smiled widely. "It went good."

"Well." Kurt corrected.

Tristan rolled his eyes. "Well." He said, "It went well."

Blaine smiled and ruffled his hair. "It looks amazing. Great job, kid." Tristan grinned again before running off to his bedroom to drop off his backpack and project. Blaine turned back to the window.

Kurt giggled and wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, resting his chin on Blaine's shoulder. "A watched pot never boils." He teased.

"Good think Rose isn't a boiling pot then." Blaine muttered.

Kurt's musical laugh sounded again. "Come on, Blaine. Patience. Do you want to help me start dinner?"

Blaine turned in Kurt's arms so they were nose to nose (after Kurt tilted his head down, at least). "Why isn't she home yet?"

Since Rose was an upperclassman, she didn't have a class the last period of school every other day, and today was one of those days. "Does Justin have a last period class today?"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know."

Kurt smirked. "You know he's coming over today."

Blaine shrug-nodded. "I do. That's why I'm concerned."

Kurt laughed as he started boiling water to make pasta, which Rose claimed was Justin's favorite. "How was work today?"

"Okay. Claire is finally opening up to me, and in turn she's actually learning now. Jacob is coming along as well, but it's talking a little bit longer. Meanwhile Conor and Denise are as amazing as ever, and I got a new girl today. Her name is Sierra. She's seriously the cutest thing I've ever seen, save Rosie and Tristan." Blaine explained.

Kurt was so incredibly glad that Blaine had found his niche in life—something that he finally felt was right. After Kurt's job had steadied out and Tristan was born, Blaine became a part-time stay-at-home dad, part-time student.

While taking history classes, Blaine had taken a few special education and psychology classes, and immediately fell in love with the idea of helping kids in a different way than he previously had. While he loved opening kindergarteners up to learning and re-interesting high schoolers into the same thing, there was something about working with kids that had gone through similar things as him.

Within the next few years, Blaine had a master's degree in special education, where he worked in a classroom with severely emotional scarred kids of all ages. He'd had kids who were abused, had watched their parents die, or so on. Many of his kids were foster kids, and he and Kurt had even taken in a few of his students for a couple months at a time.

"What about you? How was your day?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt out of his string of thoughts.

"Pretty good. Really busy, though. But I got a few more designs picked up today. Greg told me he heard rumors about them wanting to help me start a whole new line, headed by me where I would be mostly independent but slightly helped by the company. While that would be amazing, it is Greg saying it, so I suppose we should take it with a grain of salt." Kurt said as he started making sauce for the pasta.

"Most of Greg's stories are based off some sort of truth, though. He just stretches it." Blaine said. "Maybe some big things are coming." Blaine said. Kurt grinned and kissed Blaine's cheek.

"Thanks, love." They were silent for a few minutes before Blaine spotted a couple walking up their driveway. Rose and her blonde-haired-blue-eyed almost-quasi-boyfriend walked through the door.

"Hi daddy, hi dad." Rose said, kissing each of them in turn. "Sorry I took so long. Justin has Physics last period on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

Blaine frowned. "Isn't physics a senior class at your school? I thought you were a junior, Justin."

Justin shifted his backpack uncomfortably. "I am, sir. But I got permission to take Physics this year so I can take Calculus at the community college next year."

Rose rolled her eyes and grabbed Justin's hand. "Dad, Daddy," she shot Blaine a slight warning look, "Justin and I are going outside to study for finals next week, okay? Will you call us when dinner's ready?"

Kurt grinned his crinkly-eyed smile that always made Blaine turn to mush. "Of course, Rosie. Do you two want anything to drink?"

Rose looked at Justin expectantly, who shook his head and politely said no. Then the two of them headed to the back patio where Rose had her "study table" set up virtually 24/7. Even since they had moved to Southern California ten years prior (due to Blaine wanting to go back to school there and Kurt's company transferring him there), Rose had fallen in love with the nearly-always-summer weather and the cute suburb cities.

Blaine periodically checked on Rose and Justin, but they continued to listen to her outside stereo and study for their finals. "They're so much more boring than we were in high school. I feel like I should send your dad an apology card." Blaine muttered.

Kurt giggled. "They're not even officially dating yet. Give them time."

At the end of Kurt's comment, Tristan ran out and grabbed Blaine's arm. "Daddy, will you help me beat this level on my video game? I just can't get it." Blaine laughed and followed him off to his room.

Kurt saw Rose glance back towards the window and he winked at his daughter. She grinned and turned back to her studying. "I am going to fail this Chemistry test and fail out of high school and have to live with my dads forever and work at Burger King flipping burgers and pushing buttons on registers except even those people usually have high school diplomas so I'm going to end up like that homeless woman that sleeps under the bridge by your house and then die."

Justin laughed. "Stop being melodramatic, Rosie. It's not as bad as you think."

"Not as bad as I think, my ass." Rose muttered.

She glanced at the radio as it finished a recent pop song and the DJ announced, "This next song is a request, coming from quite a few years back."

You think I'm pretty without any makeup on

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me, so I let my walls go down

Rose started laughing.

"What is it?" Justin teased.

"This is my dads' song. Well, Daddy says it is, but Dad disagrees. He says that it's too pop and 'Top Forty' to be their song, but they did play it at their wedding, so I think Daddy's right." Rose closed her eyes and smiled softly to herself.

"I know all about you and your mom, but tell me about them-about your dads." Justin said quietly.

Rose grinned at him, her eyes misting over in a story that she'd heard a couple thousand times. "It all started when dad was sixteen and daddy was fifteen, and they were both in Glee club. When their schools went up against each other for competition, dad went to go spy on daddy's school…"

Well, that's it I guess...

Special thanks, one last time, to Carrie who A) let me accidentally steal her name (yes, it was a true accident-but a fitting one at that), B) beta-ing, obviously, C) naming half the random characters who are mentioned like, twice, and lastly D) listening to me whine and gripe every time I was stuck and offering ideas and just general support. Thank you to Itzel who, back in January didn't hate when I sent her chapter 9 (Christmas #2) with no explanation, and didn't kill me when I killed everyone in the whole freaking story even though that wasn't strictly the original plan, and who also edited for me, and was also there for general support and listened to me complain about everything.

I do have a couple ideas about new stories, but since my computer crashed halfway through this one, I lost a LOT of things-those things including the story I was working on AS WELL AS Microsoft Word (you try writing chapter-long stories in notepad)... But if you track me on here (which many of you do) or on my tumblr (ilymorethanorequal 2kurtnblaine (without the space cause this site is dumb)) then you'll definitely hear about it!

Thank you, you guys, for ever comment/review/message/like/follow/EVERYTHING. I'm not gonna lie, Thursday night I texted a bunch of my friends, being generally depressed that this is over. But you guys have made every sentence worth it!

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