A/N-

So this is it. :( I really want to say a huge, huge thank you to all of you for reading and reviewing. Now for some news: I WILL be writing a third instalment. But you'll have to bear with me. I'm working on something light and fluffy which im planning on posting around February time, and after that I'll be back with part three.

More and more people were asking, and I have to admit to it actually being quite an indulgence, as I have an urge to write their story with Libby. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet.

If any of you have any ideas or things you'd like to see, let me know. Twitter and tumblr are both mrscriss2012, or you can contact me through this site. I can't guarantee to include everything, but I will consider each request.

Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and New Yer, and thank you all again.

Becky.

"Blaine!" Kurt hisses, waking his husband with a start. "Blaine!"

"What? What is it?" he peers into the early morning gloom, rubbing at his eyes to see Kurt sitting upright in alarm.

"It's nearly six. She's still asleep."

"Oh my god," he whispers, alarmed. "Is she okay?"

Kurt leans over to peer into the crib, digging Libby in the ribs and making her snuffle in surprise. "Well, she's breathing."

"What should we do?"

"I don't know. What does the book say?"

Blaine flips the lamp on and rifles through the well thumbed book to find the chapter on sleep, pulling on his glasses in order to read the words on the page. "There doesn't seem to be any specific mention of what to do if your ten day old baby sleeps for seven hours," he says as he scans the book. "It just says that somewhere between three and four months your baby will start to sleep for longer periods at night."

"Perhaps she's just really advanced," Kurt says happily, and Blaine's face lights up.

"I'll bet that's it," he agrees. "So...I dunno. She'll wake when she's hungry I guess. Cause she'll know."

"I'm so happy we have a smart one," Kurt sighs, settling back under the covers for Blaine to rest on his chest.

"Me too."

Their moment doesn't last for long though, as ten minutes later Libby wakes as if starved, guzzling down a huge amount of milk before bringing most of it back up over Blaine's pajamas.

"A little too much, I feel," Kurt smiles, helping him to remove his top.

"She seemed to really like it though."

"Next time, be firm," Kurt says, taking the baby and heading toward the bathroom. "Don't indulge her."

"What's the point in having a kid if you can't indulge them?" Blaine calls after him.

"Your mom would have come down on you like a ton of bricks for that," Kurt answers, and Blaine laughs happily.

They navigate grocery shopping that day, which takes twice as long as expected due to the number of people stopping them to coo over the cute baby, and Kurt and Blaine proudly show her off and tell anyone who will listen about how smart she is. They have the bug for going out in public then, and rush home to put the groceries away before walking along Navy pier together, Kurt with his arm linked happily though Blaine's as he pushes the stroller.

"We could call into work, show her off a bit?" Blaine suggests, and Kurt readily agrees. Riccardo is overjoyed at having his rehearsal interrupted by his favorite orchestra member and his newest addition, taking Libby from the stroller and bellowing to everyone that he had met her when she was only a day old. From there they head to Kurt and Anna's office, and Blaine settles in the corner to feed Libby while Kurt runs through some designs.

"Why don't you take these home?" Anna asks, handing a stack of papers to Kurt with a smile. "You know, you're so much better at design than I am. Sewing is where my heart lies. I'm more than happy to make up the costumes from your sketches and patterns. Then you can have more time at home with your man...Libby too, of course."

"Are you sure? I mean..."

"Kurt, really. Having a baby is precious. You never get this time again. Take your time getting to know her, enjoy every day that she grows. But I do need you in twice a week," she adds with a laugh.

"Oh I will, that's fine. That's better than fine, actually," he says, kissing her cheek. "Thank you."

Time moves on. Their daughter becomes two weeks old, then a month, and then two. Kurt and Blaine are endlessly fascinated by her charms. She continues to sleep through the night, and the bragging facebook posts Kurt dreamed of finally become a reality. Happy tears are shed over Libby's first smile, and then hours are wasted trying to get her to repeat it for the camera. Their stream of visitors is still constant, but better maintained, and the doting grandparents discover the absolute joy of facetime when Blaine gives them each an iPad.

Santana is the loving aunt that she promised she would be, happily watching her for Kurt and Blaine while they 'get some' as she so delicately puts it, and Joe babysits for them to go on a much longed for date together. Kathy and Wes visit at the start of May- a tiny bump just starting to show through her clothes- and all four enjoy spending time together.

"I can't believe how much she's grown," Wes laughs, lifting Libby up to his face to blow a raspberry into her neck. "She's like a proper little person."

"Wes, Wes, guess what?" Blaine asks excitedly, making Kurt laugh at the way his husband reverts to an over excited child in his best friends presence. "When she's asleep, she's really portable. You can take pictures of her and stuff. It's hilarious. Look."

"Blaine!" Kurt screeches, diving across the room to take a look at the iPad. "I keep asking you if you're doing that, and you keep denying it. She's a baby!"

"But it's really funny," he counters. "Look. Yesterday, when you were working, I put different hats on her. The day before it was bowties. And look at this one. See? It looks like she's playing basketball."

"Aw, I want a baby now," Wes moans.

"You'll get one soon enough," Kathy tells him. "And when you do, you're not dressing it up like...a footballer? Blaine, that's just cruel."

"She was only in the helmet for a little while," Blaine protests. "That was when we went to visit Taylor," he tells Kurt.

"So everyone knows about this except me?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Now I want her to nap so I can play too," he grins, ruffling Blaine's hair. "You're a five year old. But I love you."

"If she's as portable as you say, do you fancy visiting us next weekend? I think your dad is getting anxious to see Libby again," Wes tells Blaine. "And you know he's moving Friday. Maybe you could come down and help out? I'm sure Kathy and Rachel would watch Libby."

"I uh...I don't know," Blaine mutters, feet scuffing at the floor. "I'll probably be in the way. Finn and Cooper will do most of the heavy stuff, and there's you, and Seb, Burt..."

"Blaine," Wes says, sitting him down on the couch while Kathy and Kurt make themselves scarce. "I know this hurts, okay? But think how much harder this is on your dad. He needs you, Blaine. He needs Libby's beautiful smiling face to distract him. Who can resist, huh?" he says, smiling at the baby who smiles back happily. "Please. He was so upset when you couldn't make it."

"He wasn't," Blaine says, shaking his head defiantly. "He said he understood. He can remember how hard it is to travel with a tiny baby."

"Because he's not going to upset you, that's why," Wes says gently. "He loves you so much, and he knows how this is affecting you. But I see him almost daily, Blaine. He lives for Libby, as he said he would. She's all he talks about- how big she's getting, how she smiles now, and gurgles... And he's so happy to see all of you settled in your lives. He loves having Cooper and the twins close by and I think his next goal is to see Maddie and Joe married. He hates to be moving, but he knows, and you know too, that it makes sense."

"I have these moments," Blaine whispers as the tears start to fall. "Particularly when dad is holding Libby...when I can hear mom," he says, swiping at his eyes. "The last time we visited him, he had her in her arms and I could hear him telling her all about her grandma and I just...I could hear mom. I could hear her telling him off in that way she had, when he told Libby that he eats mac and cheese most days. I could hear her telling him not to pull goofball faces at the baby in case he frightened her, and when Libby smiled at him...I could see her, Wes. I could see her right there, leaning over his shoulder and cooing over her, calling her darling and telling us all how pretty she is, even though we already know," he pauses, laughing tearfully before turning sad once more. "And I'm so frightened that I just won't see her anymore, that I won't be able to hear her voice. This new place will have no memories of her, and I'm just not ready to let her go."

He breaks down completely then, prompting Wes to shift Libby to his other arm to hold Blaine as best he can, soothing him and reassuring him. "She will always be with you. You know that. You do," he emphasises when he feels Blaine shake his head against his neck. "In your heart. And yes, it will become harder to remember the sound of her voice, or every little detail about her...but she will always be there. You'll talk of her with your dad, your brother, Kurt... You know, time..."

"Don't tell me time heals," Blaine sniffs. "Just don't."

"I wasn't going to. Time sucks, because it takes us further away from our loved ones who have gone. But time also gives us the ability to talk about them without it twisting like a knife every time that we do, it helps us to see things or hear things and think how much our loved one would have enjoyed that comment, or liked that picture without it bringing on a bout of gut wrenching tears. It doesn't heal, no. You'll always miss her and long for her, and there's no point in pretending otherwise. But you are so lucky to have so many around you who loved and cherished her too, most especially Kurt. And of course, watching this little lady grow up has to be the best gift that time can ever give."

Kissing Libby's cheek gently, he hands her back to Blaine, rubbing a soothing hand over his back. "Kathy and I will see you three for brunch tomorrow before we leave."

"Thank you," Blaine says quietly, gazing down at Libby with a tender smile. "And you can expect us in Ohio next weekend."

"Sure," Wes says as he stands. "Just make sure to call your dad and let him know."

As is now their customary habit, Kurt and Blaine curl up in bed that night to give Libby her last feed, with both singing a soft lullaby as she gently falls asleep. Once she's settled in her crib and the light is out, Blaine reaches out in the dark, finding Kurt's cheek and tracing his fingers along his jaw.

"Thank you for talking to Wes," he whispers.

"He told you?"

"No, I just knew you had."

"Well one of us usually manages to get through to you," Kurt says, scooting forward to close the small gap between them and kiss his lips. "I'm glad you changed your mind."

"It wasn't that I didn't listen to you," Blaine starts tentatively. "It's just..."

"It's just sometimes better to hear something from someone other than your husband, I get it."

"You do?"

"Yeah. You can tell me a million and one times that I'm working too hard and I'll ignore you and carry on. But if Anna tells me I look haggard I drop everything and go for a nap. It doesn't mean I don't love you, because I love you and Libby more than anything. It's just that sometimes it's easier to listen to an outsider... Not that I'm calling Wes an outsider," he adds hurriedly.

"No one knows me like you do, Kurt," Blaine says softly, clasping his hands and holding them between their chests. "No one. And no one ever will. You understand me because you complete me, it's as simple as that. And you, and our daughter, are everything to me."

"Kiss me," Kurt whispers, and Blaine happily obliges, rolling his weight on top of a very eager Kurt and claiming his mouth for his own.

"Hold on," Blaine murmurs, and hops from the bed and drags the crib- complete with sleeping baby- out into the hall.

"Why did you put her out there?" Kurt asks, sitting up and laughing in disbelief.

"You know very well why," Blaine says, moonlight glinting off his body as he pulls off his pajamas.

Kurt grins as Blaine crawls up the bed toward him. "I think I might need you to show me."

"I can do that," he whispers hotly, running his hands up the soft skin of Kurt's side and sliding his pajama top off. "Aaaahhhhh, Kurt," he moans, placing hot kisses over his chest "You just...ugh. You just...mmmm," he gets out as he moves lower, sliding Kurt's pajamas to his ankles before smoothing his hands over his thighs.

"High praise indeed," Kurt chuckles. "Thank you."

"Let me ride you," Blaine begs brokenly from where his face is now nuzzled between Kurt's legs.

"Fuck, yes," Kurt moans eagerly. "But no lube. Let me use my tongue."

Blaine's head stills, resting right next to Kurt's now hard cock which is silently begging to be sucked. He nods, trying to contain his ear splitting grin at the prospect of his favorite activity, but he fails and a laugh bubbles up. "It's like fucking Christmas," he says, before a swallowing Kurt down. He sucks eagerly, knowing exactly what Kurt likes best, and smiling around him as he feels him tensing up. Pulling off, he delicately wipes the corner of his mouth, chuckling when Kurt whimpers.

"I was just..."

"I know," he says, draping himself over his body and kissing under his jaw. "Which is why I stopped."

His husband laughs, rolling him over and scraping his teeth over his neck. "I love you," he murmurs, before kissing down his body, stopping to tease his tongue around the head of Blaine's cock. "Turn over."

Blaine does so happily, lifting his hips for Kurt to slide a pillow under, and snorting into the sheets when Kurt speaks directly into his ear. "Come on my pillow and we're over," he says, making Blaine shiver at the way in which his smile curves against his ear.

"I'll hold off," he smiles, turning his head to the side and watching Kurt as he moves lower. "I wanna come with you buried deep inside me," he says, then yelps when Kurt bites one ass cheek.

"That can be arranged."

Blaine groans loudly at the feeling of Kurt's tongue running along his crack, immediately tucking his knees up to put himself on display, and Kurt licks keenly over his entrance, slowly working him open with his tongue and fingers until Blaine is clutching desperately at the sheets. "Please, please...the pillow's gonna get it," he groans, which makes Kurt laugh and pull back, lying down on his back where Blaine eagerly scrambles on top of him, stroking him over a few times with a wet palm before sinking down.

"Oh holy shit that's tight," Kurt breathes, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure as Blaine stills on top of him.

"Yeah," he squeaks. "It's...uh...yeah."

"You okay, tiger?" Kurt grins up at him, happily accepting the lingering kiss Blaine gives him.

"Perfect. On fire, but perfect," he chuckles, resting his chest to Kurt's and kissing his shoulder. "I love you, gorgeous boy."

"You too, old man."

They move together seamlessly, settling into a rhythm that soon has Blaine bracing one arm against the headboard and panting hard at the exertion. "Fuck," he gasps as Kurt seems to double his efforts, chasing that elusive release. "Kuuuuurt."

Arching his back, he cries out loudly when Kurt reaches for his cock and he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. "Kuuuurt," he moans again as he comes so hard his vision turns black, falling forward when Kurt spills inside him, clutching his back tightly and whimpering softly. Their breathing is harsh and ragged, and they stay holding one another for as long as possible, until Blaine reluctantly moves to the bathroom. He returns to clean a sleepy Kurt gently before rearranging the pillows and climbing in next to him.

"My pillow!" Kurt cries when he rests his head. "It's wet."

"Uh...sorry about that," Blaine says, hoping the darkness will hide his smile. "I might have got a little um..."

"Switch with me," Kurt tries, but Blaine's having none of it.

"I'm not switching, but I will let you share mine."

"You never use yours anyway," Kurt laughs, sliding over and holding his arm out for Blaine to curl into his embrace. "You use my chest."

"Hmm, I do," Blaine says happily. "Cause it's perfect."

They both close their eyes, completely happy and relaxed until Blaine suddenly remembers. "Shit! Libby!" Rushing out into the hallway, he retrieves the crib, bending to kiss her sweet head before settling down with Kurt once more.

"Nearly," Kurt laughs.

"I know. Whatever you do, don't let me leave her behind in Ohio."

"How does such a smart baby become so attached to a hideous orange teddy bear?" Kurt asks as he drives them toward Westerville.

"It's a mystery," Blaine says, turning to look at Libby gazing at the orange bear in adoration.

"I made her one, too. And she just ignores it. I'm telling you, her taste had better improve."

"I'm sure it will," Blaine laughs. "And once she grows up to realize her papa is Kurt Anderson, the most sought after costume designer of a generation, she'll soon start begging you to make her clothes."

"Will you quit with that?" Kurt asks, though his cheeks tinge pink with pleasure.

"Quit with what?" Blaine says innocently.

"With quoting that newspaper article at me," he tells him, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Nope," Blaine grins. "Never," Blaine says, picking up the paper and reading aloud.

"In less than a year, Anderson-Farris have become the leader of the pack in costume design. Productions that are still in the early planning stage are all vying for their attention, desperate to secure their services. Their talent has been recognized by industry panels too; the pair have just been awarded best designers at the Guild of Stage and Screen awards for their work on Wind in The Willows, beating off fierce competition from the regular stalwarts. ' does the majority of the design,' Ms. Farris tells us proudly of her young protege. 'I'm happier to make the pieces; I'm not going to pretend I have even half the artistic flair that he does.' This, coupled with the pictures Mr. Anderson proudly shows us of his and his husband's self made wedding outfits, plus the wedding dress he designed recently for a friend, all go to show that Mr. Anderson is without doubt the most talented and sought after costume designer of a generation."

"I'm blushing," Kurt says with a small laugh.

"I know you are, and it's still as hot as it was when you were sixteen," Blaine says, reaching for his hand. "I'm so proud of you."

"Oh really?" Kurt teases, "I hadn't noticed. The sex last night didn't convey that and neither did the diamond cufflinks, nor the matching tie clip."

"I can't wait to go to the awards with you," Blaine says with a huge grin. "I'm gonna wear my worlds most supportive husband hat."

"You are not," Kurt says, laughing loudly. "We're both wearing the suits that I'm designing and Anna's making. I'm not turning up to collect an award for my costume design in anything other than an Anderson-Farris original."

"And I take it Anna will be showcasing one of your spectacular evening gowns?"

"Why of course," Kurt smiles, then pouts. "I wanna take Libby."

"No you don't," Blaine laughs. "You want to design a little dress for her, that's all. Which you can do anyway. No offense to our darling, but we'll have way more fun without her. I don't think babies are generally allowed to red carpet awards ceremonies. Besides which, I think Santana would have your eyes out if you denied her babysitting privileges."

"She's still pissed that Kathy and Rachel get her today."

"I know, but I'm not ready to leave her in Chicago while we spend the weekend in Ohio," Blaine tells him.

"You feeling okay?" Kurt asks, squeezing his fingers.

"No," he answers honestly. "But it has to be done. A house is just a house...right?"

"Right," Kurt confirms. "And you know how upset I was when dad announced we were moving all those years ago, so I know how you feel, I do. But your memories are in your heart. And this is right for your dad. Let's be honest, he's doing well, but he's nearing eighty. He's not what he was. A retirement place is best for him, Wes is ten minutes drive away, there's a nurse on call and Rachel and Finn are fairly close...they'll all look out for him."

"Shame Kathy isn't still in my old place," Blaine muses. "It's not even a five minute walk."

"Wanna swing by and take a look at it?" Kurt asks. "Wes said the tenants have done wonders with the front yard."

"It was perfectly acceptable when I lived there," Blaine grumbles.

"It was just grass, which you paid the kid down the road to cut for you," Kurt laughs. "Come on. Don't be a grouse. Let's go see."

It feels strange, to sit outside a house that technically belongs to them, but to not be able to go inside. Blaine sighs heavily, turning his head toward Libby when she gurgles. "What's this place? Well darling, this is where I fell in love with your papa. When you're older I'll tell you more, but suffice to say we learned an awful lot about each other within those four walls."

"Oh, I don't think you'll be needing to tell her any more than that," Kurt smiles, holding his hand tight. "Now come on, your dad will be waiting."

It is a long day, and many tears are shed, but by the time evening arrives, Mike Anderson is settled into his brand new two bedroom bungalow. The removal men depart, along with numerous family and friends and Kurt tells Blaine he's riding back with Wes and Kathy, leaving him and Libby alone with Cooper and their dad.

"Do you like it?" Mike asks tentatively once the front door is closed.

"It's great, dad," Cooper says with bright enthusiasm.

"Yeah," Blaine says, bouncing the baby on his knee. "Really great."

"I feel bad...liking it," Mike says before he bursts into tears. "I feel heartbroken to leave, but excited to be here, is that wrong?"

"No, no," Cooper reassures, rushing to kneel next to his chair. "Not at all. This is much more manageable for you."

"That's it," Mike says, swiping at his eyes. "I can potter around in the yard, I can have people over and manage to walk from the kitchen to the living room without having to rest...but...but..."

"But she's not here," Blaine says, coming to kneel on his other side and ignoring the pointed look from his brother. "I get it, because I've been feeling the same." Settling Libby in Mike's lap, he gazes down at her, smiling at the way she gives Mike a gummy grin. "But Libby's here," he says, running a hand over her head. "And you promised you'd be alive to meet her," he says quietly, looking at his tiny daughter. "You kept your promise, and now I think she'd quite like it if her grandpa watched her grow."

"I can do that," Mike nods. "And you know, I have a guest room. You three could fit in there, I'm sure."

"Of course we could," Blaine says, squeezing his hand. "And we will. Soon."

"Next weekend?" Mike asks hopefully.

"I'll have to talk to Kurt..."

"He said yes," Mike says with a bold smile. "And Cooper, you can expect Taylor, Maddie and Joe home for the weekend too."

"Oh," he says, surprised.

"I thought we could all go out for dinner."

"Well I see you've got this all arranged," Blaine says with a laugh. "So count us in."

"Us too," Cooper says, standing and kissing the top of his head. "Now Blaine and I must be going," he says, urging his brother to his feet and taking Libby. "But I'll see you next weekend."

"And I'll see you tomorrow," Blaine says, kissing his cheek. "Those pictures aren't going to put themselves up."

"I feel so helpless," Mike says sadly.

"Well you won't be," Blaine tells him. "You're on babysitting duty."

Mike laughs at this and they say their goodbyes, with Cooper and Blaine walking out to their cars. "I think he'll be just fine," Cooper says, fastening Libby's car seat buckle and kissing her rosy cheek.

"He'll be lonely," Blaine says softly, staring at the ground. "We can't all keep visiting every weekend."

"I know," Cooper says, resting a hand on his shoulder. "But there's nothing we can do about that. He'll make friends on the complex though, which is better than sitting at home staring at a photo of mom, which is all he's been doing for the past three months."

"I guess," Blaine nods, hugging him tight. "I'll see you in a week."

Kurt holds him tight that night while he cries, and when he wakes up in the morning to have Kathy and Wes tell them over breakfast that they're expecting a girl, he of course cries again. They spend the day at Mike's place, having lunch with Burt and Carole when they drop by, before departing in the afternoon.

"I think we should move back." Kurt says as soon as they're out of sight.

"What?"

"I think we should move back to Ohio. Don't get me wrong, I love Chicago and I'm happy there, but I hate this. I hate driving away from your dad and seeing tears in his eyes. I hate watching my dad and Carole age and feel like I'm missing out on so much. I hate the way we never get enough time with Wes and Kathy, Seb or Rachel and Finn. And I want them all to be a part of Libby's life. If, or when, Rachel has babies they'll be Libby's cousins...and you just know there will be a lifetime bond between Wes' daughter and ours...and if we don't have any more then I'd like her to still feel that she has some kind of support unit growing up rather than just her two crazy dads," he smiles.

"Do you want more?" Blaine asks, trying to gauge his reaction while still keeping his eyes on the road.

Kurt turns to look at her, sleeping soundly in her car seat, orange teddy held loosely in one hand as her little rosebud mouth hangs open. "I think she's pretty darn perfect," he smiles.

"She really is," Blaine agrees.

"And I'd say our family is too."

"So no more babies."

"No more."

"As for moving back... Yeah. I'm not adverse to the idea I guess, we'd have to discuss work and where we would live."

"I was thinking I could drop the making and just do costume design."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean, I have a large portfolio now. Anna is wonderful; I'm not ready to end our collaboration and neither is she, but she's fed up with the design. We could work perfectly well between the two of us, I can email the designs across for her to work on. I'd maybe be needed in Chicago once a month or so, and for opening nights- but we could keep the apartment. If it worked out I could work mostly from home- that way I could be with Libby sometimes during the day, and I'm sure Carole would jump at the chance to help out."

"I'd have to leave the orchestra."

"Not necessarily," Kurt counters. "The violin, maybe. But I'm pretty sure Riccardo would beg to keep you on as concert pianist. It's up to you though, if you feel ready to give up your leadership... I guess that's the biggest sticking point."

"I could pick up writing again."

"Of course. But I know how much you love the symphony."

"I do," Blaine says slowly. "But I'm loving this idea more and more. We keep the apartment...we could even try and tie your work in with mine so we're there together, taking Libby with us. Where would you want to settle though? I mean, I've never been that enamoured with Lima..."

"We have a house already."

"What? You'd want to live there?"

"Of course!" Kurt says with a laugh. "It's paid for already and it has some of our best memories. Looking at it earlier...I could see us there. I could see Libby in the driveway learning to ride her bike while you washed the cars and I dig the flower beds. I can hear you two at the piano together while I'm in the kitchen baking cookies, or down the hall sketching designs...I can see us being a family there, Blaine.
Plus it's so close to your dad, and you know? Dad was making noise about him and Carole moving somewhere smaller. Now they're retiring they might think about moving to Westerville to be closer too."

"You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"I have, actually," Kurt says bashfully. "I really think it would be right for us."

"Then let's do it."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Blaine laughs. "Why not? I love the idea of being nearer to our parents, and you know, I'm not getting any younger... It would be good if we could spend more time at home together with Libby."

"Oh my god!" Kurt cries happily. "I'm gonna need you to pull over so I can kiss you!"

Blaine does so willingly, taking Kurt's face in his hands and kissing him soundly on the mouth. "Who's gonna tell your dad?" he asks. "Can I?"

"As long as I can tell yours," Kurt grins.

"You'll have to shout."

"That's okay. And please let me be there when you tell Wes."

"He'll cry. Holy shit, Kurt. We're gonna do this! We're moving back to Ohio!"

On a bright and sunny September day, fresh from a triumphant summer tour with the orchestra, followed by their first family vacation to Hawaii and one week before Blaine's fortieth birthday, the Hummel-Anderson's pull into the driveway of their new old home. Everyone is there to greet them, all the friends and family that they hold so dear, now including Olivia, Wes and Kathy's week old daughter. Kurt steps from the car and retrieves the cat box containing Martin, their three month old kitten and waits patiently for Blaine to take a six month old Libby from her car seat. She squeals loudly at the sight of everyone waiting for them, and Kurt laughs as he sets the pet carrier down and kisses her cheek.

"Well, my dear old man," he says, sliding an arm around his beloved husband's waist. "Ready?"

"Ready," Blaine smiles at him over the top of Libby's head, leaning in to kiss at his lips. "I love you, my gorgeous boy."

Libby smooshes her face between them, giggling when they blow a raspberry on each of her cheeks. "Libby Darling," Blaine says proudly, hoisting her higher on his hip. "Welcome home."