AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Lucy" by Skillet. Just my speculation on a family for Klaine.
I knew I was beaming as I took the bundled up baby girl from the mother who wouldn't raise her. Little Kathleen Hope Hummel-Anderson would be raised by me and my husband Blaine, her fathers. Angel, a former classmate's of Blaine's, had happily agreed to be a surrogate for the two of us. She truly was an angel, as it was because of her that Blaine and I could realize our dream of being parents. Having finally gotten her medical license, Dr. Angel Lawrence planned to go home to her small hometown in Montana to set up practice while Blaine and I planned on raising Kathleen here in New York City. We would stay in touch though because remembering Rachel's issues with wondering who her biological mom was in high school, I wanted Kathleen to know who her birth mom was. To be able to reach out to her when she was ready. Until then, Angel would stay in touch with me and Blaine and pictures would be exchanged.
I felt a hand come to rest on my shoulder and glanced up to see Blaine peering over my shoulder. His smile was as bright as mine. I knew the three of us would be a happy family, even if we didn't fit society's conventional definition of a family.
"She's beautiful," I whispered.
"And I think we got lucky - she's got your eyes and nose. I was so scared she might end up looking like me," Blaine said quietly.
We had both donated sperm for the procedure so it was a fifty-fifty shot who our child would look like. As I looked into Kathleen's face though I could see that Blaine was right. I saw myself in her and I also saw my mother.
I looked back to Blaine. "It doesn't matter who she looks like, she's still ours." I looked from Blaine to Angel. "All three of ours," I told her. "I don't know how I can ever thank-you enough for what you've done for us."
"Just seeing the two of you beaming at that little girl is all the thanks I need," Angel replied.