I am so sorry this took so long, life has just been crazy lately. And also blame Darren… I was distracted lol. I hope to have the next chapter up within the next week, if not I'm going to be on vacation for the following week and a half. It needs to hurry up and get here cuz I need to get the hell out of where I am and get where I'm going.

Finally, on Friday morning, the family was going to get the answers that they waited for all week. They were all a bundle of nerves. Carole was sure that Liliana would be released that day, she monitored the girl's vitals and progress since they arrived at the hospital and was confident that the little girl was well enough to go home.

Carole drug Burt back to Blaine's house to clean up and do some grocery shopping, because she was sure everything in the fridge had to be thrown away. She wanted to make sure that everything was all set for the little girl's return home.

Burt had to practically be carried away kicking and screaming. He only left Liliana's side to go to sleep and that was because they weren't allowed in after visiting hours. Hell Blaine had to have his bosses pull a lot of strings to get Kurt and Santana able to stay.

Blaine decided to open his home to Burt and Carole during the time they were there. He felt like it was the least he could do. The two were taking care of everyone else, making sure they all ate and showered. Burt would steal Blaine away every chance he could and just talk to him, just the same as he did with Kurt and Santana. It made him so happy and helped to relax him. He quickly became very attached to the older couple.

At about ten am Liliana's attending doctor came in the room with a smile plastered across this face. "Would you like the good news or the bad news first?" He cheerfully asked the three adults staring blankly back at him.

"Well if you're saying it that cheerfully, I doubt that something is horrible, so good." Santana replied.

"Well as you know we took her off the supplemental oxygen on Wednesday and her sats gradually raised and steadied. Last night she was steady at 93. I think that's excellent from where she was. Also her last fever spike was on Wednesday night, and she has stayed steady at 98 degrees. Perfect. With some special home care and restrictions she will be good as new soon! So are you ready for the bad news?" The family just nodded. "The only bad news I have is that it's going to take them a few hours to get you discharged little lady. But you should be out of here in like three hours or so. Your nurse is going to come in and go over the post discharge care. They are also going to arrange a follow up with Dr. Jamilkowski."

"Finally!" The three huffed out in unison, each grabbing a phone to start texting someone. Santana hurridly texted Brittany, while Blaine let his brother and Gloria now, Kurt informing his parents and Kiki. Thankfully this horrid week will be behind them and they can focus on moving on.

At about three pm the taxi that carried the family of four to Blaine's brownstone arrived at its destination, the quartet hopping out of the cab as quickly as their legs would take them. Kurt had Liliana wrapped tightly in his grasp and quickly walked her up the stairs in the cool breeze and knocked on the door. Carole quickly opened the door and ushered him into the house.

"Burt, go help Blaine with the rest of their bags and what not. I'm going to help Kurt get Lil settled."

"I want to give her a bath first." Kurt stated, so exhausted he could hardly function.

"Okay sweetie. We'll go upstairs. I'll run the bath and get her clothes ready while you bath her okay. Is she okay to take one on her own?"

"Yea, she will be once she wakes up a bit; she fell back asleep in the cab. Honestly, I don't know how she is still sleeping; she's been sleeping all week."

"It's what her body is telling her to do. We heal the easiest and the fastest when we are asleep." Kurt nodded and followed Carole up the stairs. She led the way into the bathroom and ran a shallow warm bath for the little girl before skirting out of the bedroom to get her clothes and bed ready.

"Hey Lil, time to wake up sweetie, you have to take a bath." Kurt spoke softly into the brunette's ear. He knew she wasn't sleeping that deeply because she began to stir right away. "Welcome back Princess, ready for a bath?"

She slowly sat up in his arms. "Oh thank goodness. I must look a mess." Kurt laughed. He let out a hearty, soulful laugh for the first time in almost a week. Yup, she's my daughter. He helped her undress and supported her, must against her better judgment mind you, as he carefully washed her up.

After a weak, yet thorough, bath and Kurt lifted her out and began to dry her off. He then carried her into her room, where Carole was waiting. "Daddy Kuuurt, I'm not a baby, you don't have to carry me everywhere."

"I know you're not a baby, but you're sick and I am going to take care of you. Don't get used to it though, because I'll be making you walk around and pick up your room soon enough." He just got a huff in reply and a giggle from the peanut gallery.

"Okay Princess, come see Mema. Let Daddy Kurt go get your snack and your medicine and I'll get you all motioned up and dressed." She reached out for the girl that was already trying to fling herself out of Kurt's grip.

"Mmm kay. Can I wear my Dora pajamas?"

"As it so happens, those are the ones I picked out. Let's get you dressed so your parents can come in here and read you stories." Carole nodded at Kurt as he turned around to join his father, Santana and Blaine in the kitchen.

"-yea, he is really something amazing." He began to overhear the conversation so he hid in silence behind the wall.

"I'm so glad you're here, Blaine."

"I'm not planning on going anywhere."

"I did want to ask you a question though." Kurt felt his heart start to race.

"Yea son, what's that?"

"Would it be weird if I wanted to do something for him for Father's Day? Do you think he would take it the wrong way?"

"No. I think he would be elated. But, what did you do for Santana?" Kurt instantly stopped listening and his eyes went wide.

Shit, fuck, DAMNIT! They had been so caught up in their own little world that they completely forgot about Mother's Day. Oh my God, she must hate us. What are we going to do for her? Shit!

"Hey Gayby, why you stalkin over here?" He jumped as Santana came up behind him. She was towel drying her hair. She must have hopped in the master shower. Kurt assumed.

"Ugh nothing, just coming to get her lunch."

"Uh huh. Well come on then." She strutted into the kitchen, sitting next to Burt and resting her head on his shoulder. Kurt followed closely behind and began to make Liliana's soup, trying to pretend that he wasn't eavesdropping.

The conversation flowed freely between the four adults. Soon the Santana worry was put on the back burner, well that was until her soup finished cooking. Blaine came up behind him and gave him a hug. Kurt was about to whisper something about his dad being in the room when Blaine whispered in his ear. "We have to talk. I think I really messed up." Kurt looked behind him a shot him a confused look but Blaine quickly calmed Kurt's mind's worries. "Not about us. About Tan."

Kurt's mouth opened in an O shape and he nodded. "Okay I'm take Michi's soup up and then it's story time." Kurt left the room and listened to the footsteps as the rest of the room followed.

After a quick shower Kurt and Blaine got ready for bed behind Blaine's closed doors. Liliana was asleep, Burt and Carole were settled in the guest room, Santana made up on the couch, talking to Brittany on the phone as she did so.

Kurt quickly finished his nighttime regime while Blaine sat on the bed behind him. After a few minutes Kurt joined Blaine on the bed and the quickly slid back lying face to face in each other's arms making sure to maintain body contact.

"What did you need to talk to me about?" Kurt asked Blaine as he drew circles on his back with his fingers.

"We really dropped the ball with Santana. We have been so caught up in our relationship with each other and Michi that we completely forgot to take her feelings into consideration."

"What do you mean? She spends just as much time with her as we do."

"What month is it?" Blaine asked seriously.

"June."

"Okay, what holiday that is really important to women across the world occurred last month that we didn't celebrate with her?"

Kurt sat and thought for a minute. What holidays are there in May? There's Memorial Day and Mo-oh shit. "Ohmigod we fucked up. What are we going to do?" Kurt asked as they fell into a contemplative silence once more.

"I am going to call Cooper tomorrow, maybe he can hook us up with tickets to a show. Like really good seats and we can all go out to dinner after. We have to do something nice. I can't believe we forgot about Mother's Day, I'm so selfish."

"Blaine stop. You are not selfish. It is not something that we ever thought of before. We avoided that day like the plague in our home. We didn't even celebrate with Carole the first year she was in our family, it hurt too much. My dad even stopped caring about Father's Day. We let those dates go to the wayside to save our sanity. You didn't celebrate it normally either, it just wasn't in our mindset. Santana will understand and will appreciate the sentiment. Of course," he paused with a playful smirk. "you better fully expect some snarky ass remark on her behalf."

"I wouldn't feel appreciated without one." They two leaned in for a quick peck and pulled the covers over them. They would think about it more in the morning. Tonight, they were grateful for being able to sleep in an actual bed.

Later that night Blaine awoke in the same manor he did almost a week prior, to coughing coming from his daughter's room. The difference this time was the arms wrapped tightly around him. Said arms started to stir and sit up as well.

"Hey babe, go back to sleep, I got it." Blaine whispered to Kurt and the taller man rolled over and went back to sleep. Blaine smiled to himself as he fixed his pajama pants and shuffled towards the room across the hall. The domestic aspect of this whole situation made him happier than he had been in a while. He had a wonderful boyfriend sleeping in his bed, his parents sleeping in the next room, Santana spending the night on their couch. It was more of a family situation than he may have ever had, and for that, he was grateful.

The second his walked up to Liliana's door his breath hitched. He stepped back to watch the scene before him. Carole was sitting in her bed, back against her headboard, holding and rocking her in her arms. He smiled as he listened to her singing a lullaby to her.

"Hush-a-by baby, on the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
Down tumbles baby, cradle and all."

She was completely off key, but in that moment, it was the most people sound that ever graced his ears. He leaned against the door jam and watched Carole comfort her. She rubbed her back, and gave her sips of water in between songs. The smile that crossed his face went from ear to ear.

In her four years of life, there had been many a night where he or Tony had held her and rocked her to sleep; through teething, sickness, gassy nights, and just general cuddles. He can't remember one time where is mother shared a moment this intimate with her, showed her this much love. The fact that she had an actual grandparent in her life made his heart swell. Even more over, now she had two.

He turned around and went back to bed. As he wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him in close, he smiled and said a silent grateful prayer.

The next Sunday after dinner Burt was playing Monster High with Liliana and Carole in the living room while Kurt, Blaine and Santana sipped on coffee around the island. The laughed at Burt trying to imitate the characters accents. Which, yes, he had learned seeing as she made them watch all of their DVDs and movies over and over again during the past week.

Burt thought that Kurt was an insistent and persuasive child. Well, that was until he met his offspring. That little girl was a female version of his son. And he was hopelessly wrapped around the girls tiny little finger.

Blaine and Kurt would laugh about how whipped Burt was. But not now, now was about Santana. So while the three had an uninterrupted moment they decided to semi let her in on their plans.

"Hey Tan?" Kurt asked looking over her way?

Santana saw them both look at her and immediately became suspicious. "What Monkey Gay and Monkey Gayer?"

With a roll of the eyes Kurt replied. "On Saturday don't make any plans. We are going to the matinee of Matilda with Liliana and then meeting Brittany and Cooper for dinner after."

"Um why?"

"Because we wanted to do something nice for you."

"But why? What's in it for you?"

"You know Santana, not everything is a conspiracy." Blaine added.

"Whatever Shortlock, as long as you're paying I'm in."

"But of course.

The 'not goodbye' on Friday was ridiculously emotional for all parties involved. They three generations could have flooded the streets of Queens with all of the tears shed at JFK. The family stood locked in multiple embraces just outside of security. Liliana wrapped her little body around her Papa Bear and would not let go. She buried her head in his neck and sobbed.

"But I-I don't want you to go Papa Bear! Stay with me, please!" She begged between sobs.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, we have to go home. But this summer, if it's okay with your Daddy you can come and spend a week and Mema and I in Ohio, just us."

Blaine immediately jumped in the conversation. "Of course Princess, once Papa Bear gets home and can look at his schedule we will figure something out okay?" She nodded and wrapped her arms around his shoulders harder.

Blaine attempted to hold back the tears but it was a losing battle. Over the past two weeks Blaine had bonded a lot with Burt and Carole. He was a member of their family and them his. When he saw the tears in Kurt's, and even Santana's, eyes welling he lost it.

Carole saw him start to cry and quickly wrapped him in her arms. "Oh honey, none of that. We are only a couple of hours of a flight away. We will see each other plenty. Now, go take care of my kids there." Blaine nodded kissed her on the cheek before she broke away and went down the lines of hugs.

Blaine looked at his watch and went to pry his little girl out of Burt's grip. "Okay baby girl, you have to let him go now. If they don't start going through security now they are going to miss their flight." Liliana just cried as she loosened her grip from the burly man. As soon as he was free from the grasp Burt pulled Kurt into his arms.

Kurt's floodgates opened and began to sob into his father's arms as well. "I'm going to miss you so much Dad."

"I'm going to miss you too Sport, but you have your family here. You'll see me in a couple of months. Go take care of them, I love you."

"I love you too." Kurt replied with a nod as he let his dad go.

Burt moved to Santana who laughed through her tears. Kurt knew how grateful Santana was to Burt. He was a surrogate father of sorts, better than her own father had ever been. He watched as they broke their embrace and he went up to Blaine. Blaine handed Liliana to Santana and Burt wrapped his arms around Blaine. Kurt watched as Blaine threw his arms around the bigger man and held him tight. Before they separated Kurt could have sworn he heard his dad whisper to Blaine "Welcome to the family kid."

They family waved as the Burt and Carole shuffled toward security. As soon as they were out of sight the family of four turned and began to walk out of the terminal in search of a cab. As soon as they walked out the doors Kurt leaned into Blaine and said something into his ear that almost stopped Blaine in his tracks.

"Welcome to the family, Blaine."

On Saturday the unconventional family slipped past the line at the theater and got to their seats early. All four were dressed in their Sunday best, perfect for fifth row center tickets for the show. Liliana loved the performance and quickly left at the end and made their way to the tiny Italian restaurant owned by Blaine's friend in the Upper East Side.

Brittany, Cooper, Santana, Blaine, Kurt and Liliana sat around the round table, glasses of Champagne (and one apple juice) raised in the air, ready for a toast.

"And I would like to dedicate this toast to the beautiful Santana, the guest of honor and today's events." Blaine said with a smile.

"Okay, why am I the guest of honor, I knew you two were up to something. Spill."

"Well, two weeks ago, we realized in the hustle and bustle of getting used to our new lives we totally over looked something that deserves to be treasured. I'm so sorry San, so, here's your celebration. A celebration for how amazing of a person and a mother you are. Happy late Mother's Day." The table cheered and clinked glasses before Santana broke down into tears.

"I hate you guys, you made my mascara run." She said with a laugh. Kurt looked at Blaine with an I-told-you-so look. "But, thank you, you have no idea what this means to me." Kurt and Blaine rushed to her side of the table and squeezed her tight. "Guys, I love you too, but if you don't stop you might pop one of my boobs!"

The laugh that went around the table was the first of many shared over the next four hours they spent.

They all left that night only to continue the festivities at Blaine's house. After Liliana went to bed, bottles were opened and more good times ensued. By two am Kurt and Blaine were cuddled in bed, Santana and Brittany in the next room. Cooper was passed out somewhere on the stairs they thought.

As Santana closed her eyes that night, she recounted the day's events. Santana was truly grateful for today. Truthfully, she didn't think that they forgot Mother's Day. Hell, she didn't even really want to celebrate it. But she didn't realize how much she needed it until it happened. Today was perfect. She looked forward to many, many more.

AN: I know that the words to the lullaby are not what you are accustomed to, but they are the original lyrics from the 1700s and it is the version my grandmother would sing J

Shouts to Brittany! The ding to my dong. The ho to my ho. The Twink to my ie. The cookies to my cream. Yo.