March 15 11:45pm

Blaine was sitting in the chair next to William's hospital bed as Kurt paced across the room. Will was asleep, his small chest rose with every breath he took. Even though he was sick, he still looked happy. He was a happy three year old.

"Kurt, please sit." Blaine's voice was soft and calming, but it was no use. Kurt continued to pace, his left hand covering his mouth, and his right one was supporting it.

There was a knock on the door and Dr. Monica Thompson entered the room. "Kurt, Blaine, I was hoping we'd never have to meet on these terms again." Her voice was apologetic and sincere but Kurt remained frantic.

"How bad is it this time?" Blaine asked looking over at his son. His skin was paler than before, and it was obvious he was exhausted.

"It's still in the early stages. It's going to take some time, but the outlook is good." Dr. Thompson walked over to William's bed and scribbled a few things on her pad.

"That's what you said last time." Kurt snarled. "And look where we are now!"

Blaine sighed. Kurt was an emotional wreck, you could tell just by looking at him. When William was sick, Kurt was numb. But when William was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia Kurt was dead inside.

The doctor made her way to Kurt and placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "He's a fighter Kurt, we saw that last year. He can do it. It may just take a little more time. That's all."

"He's my baby…" Kurt collapsed to the floor in sobs. Blaine quickly bolted out of the chair to his husband's aid. Kurt crawled into Blaine's lap and cried into his shoulder, hoping it was just a terrible nightmare that he could wake up from.

Kurt opened his eyes and he was still in the hospital room, and William was still in the bed. He was so small, so helpless. At three he was still the size of a two year old, born premature William had always had a weak immune system. Kurt didn't understand why it had to be William, why couldn't it be him instead.

October 18 2021

The room was dim, and Blaine had his arm securely around his sleeping husband's waist. At 27 years old Kurt still had a porcelain face. Looking younger than Blaine he laid there curling closer to his husband's side with every breath he took. Blaine smiled; he loved the way Kurt looked when he slept. It was peaceful and in every way beautiful.

Kurt finally woke and kissed his husbands chin gently. "Good morning Mr. Hummel-Anderson." Kurt said with a smile.

"Good morning to you too Mr. Hummel-Anderson" Blaine loved the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. Kurt was legally his now, they had the papers to prove it.

"Last night was lovely." Kurt mumbled as he relocated his head onto Blaine's chest.

Blaine snuggled Kurt closer. "Never in a million years did I think that was going to ever happen. Not with all the laws trying to stop us."

"Thankfully we are privileged enough to be able to live in a state that accepts us. That allows us to marry." Kurt said looking down at the gold band that surrounded the bottom of his right ring finger.

Blaine nodded. He waited ten years to call Kurt his husband. He knew that New York had passed laws regarding gay marriage back when they were in high school, but Blaine wanted to wait. Wait until at least 75% of the United States allowed gay marriage. And after 10 years of waiting it finally happened.

"Would you like to join me downstairs for breakfast?" Blaine looked at the clock. "We still have three hours until we have to leave."

Kurt sighed contently. "I can't wait. Paris. We're going to Paris."

Blaine nodded and stroked Kurt's hair. "Paris. And while we're in Paris you're going to try and get your line out there. Rouge: For the Fashionable Man."

Kurt smiled. "I'd die if my fashions were in Paris. Today Paris, tomorrow the world!" Kurt ran his hand down his husband's chest.

"I know you can do it. We're Hummel-Andersons. We can accomplish anything."

March 16 1:05 am

Kurt was now asleep in Blaine's arms. Blaine kissed Will's head gently before walking over to one of the nurses. He had Kurt securely held against him. His husband didn't stir, he still was fast asleep. Blaine whispered. "I'm going to take Kurt home. I'll be back in a few hours with clothing and such for Will. I'll be back before he wakes."

The nurse nodded. "Of course Mr. Hummel-Anderson. We've got it under control."

"Penny, it's Blaine. You know you can call me Blaine."

The nurse nodded again. "Yes Blaine. We've got it under control."

"Good." Blaine carried his husband down and out of the hospital. Gently he placed the sleeping Kurt into the passenger's side and buckled him gently. Blaine drove home in silence, as he listened to his husband's uneasy breathing.

February 14, 2020

Kurt's lips were pressed hungrily against Blaine's, as he pulled him closer by the collar of his oxford. It was Valentine's day evening and Kurt wanted nothing more than to be with his boyfriend. The sketches were put away, and Blaine's instruments were in his closet and all that was needed was the two of them, and possibly their bed.

In between kisses Blaine started to sing to Kurt. Before you met me I was alright but things were kind of heavy. Blaine lifted Kurt onto the counter and started kissing down his neck. You brought me to life now every February, you'll be my Valentine. Valentine. Blaine's hands were now unbuttoning Kurt's shirt, he was careful to not rip a single button of the silk material. Let's go all the way tonight no regrets just love. Kurt's hands were tangled in Blaine's curly mane and gently nodded. We can dance until we die, you and I we'll be young forever. Kurt scooted back and pulled Blaine closer, begging with his eyes for his boyfriend to hop onto the counter. Blaine did as he pulled Kurt's jeans off. Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight. Kurt smiled and kissed his husband eagerly, and they then made love for the first, but not last time that evening.

Kurt and Blaine had moved from the kitchen counter to the couch now. Blaine was stroking Kurt's back when he smiled. "Marry me."

Kurt was thrown off. He never expected Blaine to be the type of person to just blurt those two words out. "I beg your pardon?"

Blaine sat up slightly pulled a velvet box out of his pocket and looked Kurt straight in the eyes. "Kurt, would you do me the honor, of being my husband?"

Kurt covered his mouth looking down at the white gold band that rested in the box. He nodded quickly. "Yes."