Sorry for the delay beautiful people. Darren's tour o' tears happened, I had some shitty things happen in real life, and blah blah blah. You know how it is. Life and shit. This is the second to last chapter. There is only one left, with possibly a sequel brewing in my mind. Also I read each and every review you leave on here and I can't tell you how happy they make me, especially one I got yesterday! Seriously, thank you.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months the unconventional family melted into their new lives as one whole, perfect, happy family.

Kurt found himself away from home more and more taking Liliana to all of her different lessons. She had vocals with Rachel - which thankfully came to their house as often as she could to help save them time and to reconnect with her former best friend. Liliana also began dance classes four times a week with privates every other weekend.

In addition to Liliana's hectic schedule Kurt began to work extra hours and Blaine found himself working from home more and more in addition to the fifty hours weekly he put in at the office. Santana split lesson time with Kurt; especially dance lessons with Brittany, because few things made her happier than watching her two favorite girls dancing together.

One night, just past ten, Kurt and Liliana finally got home from her vocal and then tap lessons. It was 10:37 by the time Liliana was fed, bathed and in bed and Kurt could finally drag himself into the bedroom. It was no surprise to him that he found Blaine sitting half under the covers, laptop in hand, surrounded by paperwork. Blaine was so lost in his work that he didn't even notice Kurt come into the room until the taller man face planted into his pillow.

"Sumuff iss otta ib." Kurt muttered into the pillow.

"Come again love?" Blaine asked as he cleared off his papers and closed his laptop. Kurt looked over to his fiancé and smirked.

"I'd like to once first." He replied slyly.

Blaine just rolled his eyes and chuckled. "That's not what I meant and you know it. And arrangements can be made for that. Now, what did you say into the pillow?"

"I said, something has gotta give. We are all exhausted and we never have time for each other anymore."

"I know baby." Blaine replied, cuddling closer to Kurt. "We have to figure something out. We barely got the invitations out in time and the wedding is in a few short weeks. We have yet to do anything."

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that this means so much to you. I honestly thought that I would be the one obsessing over every detail."

"I just want it to be perfect so you can be happy. Because when you're happy, I'm happy."

"So how are we going to make time for us? I mean we never get to spend quality time together as a family, we never get to have actual alone time, one of us usually falls asleep before the other can even think of starting something. I'm getting tired of this, I don't get how after we moved in together we see each other less than we ever did before."

Blaine rested his head on his hand and silently thought for a moment. "Well we are not hurting for money, why are we putting so much extra time into work?"

"Because we are masochists?" He mumbled before turning his exhausted head back to the pillow.

"Probably an accurate depiction. How about we cut back our hours? There is no need for me to do this much work at home, I have employees that could help. And you don't need to do overtime. Talk to your supervisor and tell them that you only want to work your eight to four, nothing else. On days when Michi has no lessons we should all be home by six and we can have family dinners and game nights, and grown up game nights." He finished with a wink.

"Oh baby, how you talk." Kurt replied with sarcasm. "I seriously can't believe we are only a month away from our wedding. This year has been a whirl wind."

"I know baby. And you know what, it's only going to get better. Crazier, but better." Blaine spoke as he brought Kurt into a tender kiss, chuckling when he felt Kurt smile against his lips.

"So, when do you want to plan the wedding for?" Kurt asked, not sure what answer he was exactly hoping for.

"You may call me crazy, but I don't want to wait. I want to call you my husband as soon as possible." Kurt bit his lip while a smile went ear to ear. "I was thinking maybe this fall?" Kurt's face lit up.

"Really? That soon?"

Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, their naked bodies pressing tightly together. "Absolutely. That is, of course, if you want to. I mean is that enough time to plan what you want to plan? I want to make sure that this is everything you ever wanted. This is going to be your one and only wedding after all."

"Oh Blaine, you should know better. All I want is you. I would be happy if it were just you, I and Lil wearing jeans and a t-shirt at city hall. Well, not jeans and a t-shirt, but you know what I mean."

Blaine kissed Kurt's swollen lips. "I know what you mean. But what do you want? I was thinking a small ceremony and reception with our closest friends and family right here."

"I think that's perfect."

"I think you're perfect."

Monday Kurt emailed his father a copy of the announcement to put in Lima's newspaper. His father was hesitant at first, unsure if that was the best idea given Kurt's feelings towards the town, and their still barbaric view on homosexuality, women, and well just everything that doesn't fit into their ignorant view of normal. Kurt convinced him however. He had something to prove. He wanted to show them all that he was happy, that he made it, that no matter what was slung at him growing up in that hell hole town, that he came out on top. He was happy, it was all certain people tried to take away from him there, and he still managed to find it. The fates made sure of it.

Burt Hummel and Carole Hudson-Hummel are pleased to announce the engagement of their son Kurt E. Hummel originally of Lima, Ohio to Blaine D. Anderson, originally of Westerville, Ohio. The two currently reside in New York City. They will be wed on October the 12th 2013 in a small ceremony at their home under the stars which brought them together.

The announcement will be printed in Sunday's paper and of that, Kurt couldn't be prouder. Maybe one day their marriage would even be recognized in their home state. He wouldn't hold his breath waiting for it to happen but he would never stop fighting for it.

That day he left the office early to get some wedding details taken care of. He had to finalize the catering, order the chairs and tables, and pay the florist and the photographer. So many things to do, so little time.

And for once in his life, he was at one hundred percent peace. He was planning his wedding, the wedding with the love of his life. He had his daughter and Santana. He had everything he could ever want or need in this life, and for that he was grateful.

Back in a small apartment, above a tiny boutique, in Lima Ohio, Cecilia sat at her tiny kitchen table for two reading the newspaper. She always made sure to read the wedding, engagement, and new baby announcements. It made her happy to see other's joy. She especially loved looking at the pictures of the happy families, it made her miss her once happy family. Wait, who was she kidding, they were never happy and that was something she truly hated herself for. How could she have been so blind?

Daily, as she sat reading the newspaper, she couldn't help but think about the advice about a young customer she had those few months ago. Sometimes, she thought, maybe it isn't too late. Maybe I can make it up to them.

What stared at her in black and white ink as she sipped her coffee, almost made her choke. "Oh my God." She whispered as she read the announcement. She looked at the picture that captured her heart. She couldn't believe it. It was the customer from that day and he is marrying her son.

She saw that they are in New York and quickly ran to her computer. She needed to find them, she needed to make this right.

Tuesday's show was like any other show for Cooper. He performed his heart out, still waiting for his big break to actually be on Broadway not just off. It was all the same until Courtney, one of the ushers, came looking for him.

"Hi Courtney, are you ready to take me up on my offer yet?" He playfully asked.

"In your dreams Anderson. Anyway, someone is here to see you, she says it's important."

"Oh really? Who is it?"

"She says her name is Cecilia. She kinda reminds me of your brother." Cooper's eyes widened in shock.

"Where is she?"

"Sitting in her seat in house." He just nodded and ran past her completely unsure as to why she was here.

It wasn't hard to spot the woman, her hair pulled into a loose bun, sweater draped over her shoulders. He jogged over to the seat and sat down next to her. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

It was nearly eleven pm and Blaine was just getting out of the shower. It had been a long week, but not as long as the weeks prior, seeing as they were now making the conscious effort of being home more often. He looked at his pajamas hanging on the hook and thought better of it. He had his amazingly sexy, soon-to-be husband, lying in the bed waiting for him, that was all he needed to be kept warm. Blaine cozied up next to Kurt, immediately wrapping his legs around him, nuzzling into his shoulder. They were in such a happy place in that moment that they didn't even hear the knocking on the door.

Santana had just gotten to sleep when the incredibly aggravating knocking started. Of course, they wouldn't go away, and of course the boys were probably too busy fucking to hear the pounding on the door. She was not amused. She threw her blanket off and stormed off towards the door.

"I swear to fucking God, this better be some kind of emergency and not some nocturnal crazy asking if we found God in our grilled cheese or something." She yelled at the door as she sleepily tumbled down the stairs.

She flung open the door and was more confused than anything when she saw who was standing on the other side of the door. "Excuse me Miss, but do you have a moment to spare to discuss the power of Jesus Christ?"

"Fuck off Cooper, do you know what time is it? And don't you have a key, and who is this?" She demanded, really aggravated that she was woken up.

Cecilia was taken aback by the fiery Latina in front of her. Who is she and why is she in my son's house? She had to admit there was something oddly familiar about the girl.

"Santana you might want to go get Blaine, but don't wake up Liliana, I don't think Blaine will want her up for this."

"Ok, after you tell me what the fuck is going on here. Why is the female incarnate of the hobbit standing in my living room?"

"Well actually he would be the incarnate of her, this is our mother."

"Well fuck me sideways." She snarked as she glared at the woman. She quickly turned around and walked to the bedroom the men shared.

As she turned the handle she yelled out to them. "If there is any indecent activities happening, I suggest you stop immediately because I am coming in." She threw open the door and watched as they jumped up in a sleepy daze.

"What the fuck Santana?" Kurt wined, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light. "We were sleeping. Why are you in our room?"

Whilst moving quickly Kurt inadvertently pulled the blanket off of Blaine, leaving him rather exposed. "Well I did come here to tell you to get your asses up someone is here to see Blaine, but good God I am now distracted thanks to Blaine. I mean shit Hummel, if you got yourself a man that's a grower it's no wonder –"

Blaine looked down pulling the blanket over himself. "If you finish that sentence Satan I will end you. Now who is here?"

"I think you should go find out for yourself hobbit. Put some clothes on." She smirked as she returned to the living room and sat down in Blaine's lazy boy.

"Who in the world would be hear at this time of night?" Kurt asked as he pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a tank.

"Who knows, all I know is that this better be important." It was in that moment that they heard Cooper's voice ring out. "I'm going to kill him Kurt. They will never find the body. This better be good, I was finally about to get a decent night sleep. You know, one in which I might actually be able to wake up early and have a little fun before work." He said with a wink as he put on boxers and a t-shirt. It was just Cooper, there was no need to get dressed up.

"Oh stop. Come on, let's get this over with." Kurt replied as he grabbed Blaine's arm and headed out of the room.

Kurt's mouth dropped when he saw who was sitting in his living room. "Cecilia? Why are you in my house?" Blaine looked up and over when he heard the name, his heart skipped a few beats at the sight greeting him.

"Kurt, how do you know her?"

"This is the sales woman at the boutique I told you about in Ohio." He looked over at the pained expression on Blaine's face and wrapped his hands around his fiancé. "Blaine, what's going on?"

Blaine just allowed himself to be held and stared at the woman looking at him from across the room. It took him a few minutes before he was able to compose himself enough to speak. "Mother, what are you doing here?"

Kurt looked at him with shock evident in his eyes. "Mother? Holy shit. I'm going to sit down." Kurt and Blaine sat hand in hand in the love seat and stared at Cecilia as the awkward silence filled the room.

After several minutes Blaine spoke again. "Mother, I repeat, what are you doing here? Why are you here?"

"Blaine I am sooo, so sorry."

Blaine just stared blankly at her, grateful to feel the grip Kurt had on his hand tightening. Kurt had told him about the store owner, so sad about her past mistakes, wanting to make amends. He replayed that scene in his head, trying to keep his cool. He just now realized how much resentment he held towards the woman in front of him. He also remembered how he told Kurt that he hoped that the woman's child would hear her out. Now knowing that that was he, he tried desperately to listen to the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

"I left your father. I had to fight my way out of the hold he had on me. I don't know why I was – am – so weak. I allowed him to control our lives, I allowed him to whisk me away on a moment's notice. I allowed him to have someone else raise you boys. I allowed him to disconnect from you. I honestly don't know what was wrong with me. I mean, what kind of mother would rather holiday in Brazil than go to her son's show choir competition. And yes Blaine, I knew about every event and how they turned out. I knew about your wins and your losses, I knew about your battles and your struggles. I only ever wanted what was best for you. I just allowed your father to cloud my mind and my judgment and for that you will never understand how truly sorry I am.

"I know that I screwed up so much when Tony died. I should have been there for you, I should have been there to hold you as you cried, to help you with Liliana, but I was already too lost. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but I just love you boys so much, and I can't live another day without you here."

"Okay- so, why are you here now?" Blaine asked sharply, his defense starting to break. He may be mad at her, he may resent her, but she was still his mother. In many ways he was still the little lost boy looking for his mother's love and reassurance. Now that he might actually have it – it was a little overwhelming.

"I saw your announcement in the paper back home – I'm living in Lima now – and it just clicked. I saw Kurt's face and I knew in an instant that this was nothing less than fate. He came into my show talking about his boyfriend's daughter, and giving me wonderful advice. He was so happy, little did I know that he was talking about Liliana, that he was talking about you. Please, please Blaine, Cooper, can you please find it in your heart to give me another chance?"

It was in that moment that Blaine's resolve broke. He knew that it would never be a question of If he would forgive her, but rather when he would forgive her. A sob broke out of his throat as the tears streamed down his face. Kurt rubbed is back absently, but he knew that he was not the one who he needed right now. He shot the woman across the room a look and she immediately got up and sat next to her youngest son, who even though he felt so small in the moment, was still much larger than she. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, allowing him to bury his face into her shoulder and cry.

Blaine sat there, completely broken, crying into his mother's arms. At one point he needed to calm himself down and compose himself. He took a deep breath through his nose and nearly broke down again at his mother's familiar scent. He hasn't smelled her perfume since he was about five years old and fell down at the park. She held him, much like this, and rocked him until he felt better. Could she be telling the truth? Could she really change? Only time would tell and Blaine would give her the chance to. God, he missed his mom.

After a few more minutes Blaine pulled himself together enough to sit back up and take a deep breath. "You know mom, it's going to take a while, I mean I have been pretty screwed up over this – but you are still my mother. I always loved you, and I want you in our lives. Just please, don't make me regret it. More importantly don't come and go out of Liliana's life. That is not something I will tolerate. I will not have her heart broken."

"Blaine, I'm not going anywhere. Well besides back to Ohio, I do have to go home soon enough. But I am here in your life to stay. Now, do you want to explain to me how you are living with your adopted daughter's birth parents?"

Blaine looked at her in shock. "How did you know?"

"Seriously son, it only takes one look at all of them to figure it out. But seriously, I would love to hear this story."

Kurt jumped off of the couch. "I'm going to go make coffee, this is going to be a long night."

"I don't think that I'm going to go into work this morning." Blaine finally spoke after their silent walk back to their bedroom.

"Me neither."

"Come on. We will call when the world wakes up. Let's go back to bed."

Blaine took Kurt by the hand and led them back to bed. They wordless got back into bed and Blaine curled himself into Kurt's chest, allowing Kurt to hold him tightly. "Baby, do you want to talk?" Kurt whispered into his ear as they got comfortable.

"Yes. No. I don't know. I don't even know how to feel right now."

"That's okay Blaine, it doesn't need to make sense, you can just talk to me."

"I got so used to her not being around. I got used to this life. I was never happy with the fact that they were never there but I accepted it. Now she's back. I mean she's my mother and I love her and God do I miss her. But why now? Why not when Tony died? Why not when Liliana came home? Why not when I graduated high school? Why not when I came out? Hell why not when I was a seven year old little boy who broke his arm falling off the jungle gym?" By this point Blaine was sobbing, gripping the blanket that covered their bodies for dear life.

"Blaine come here, face me." Blaine silently responded by pulling himself out of Kurt's grasp and flipping over. He quickly cocooned himself in Kurt's chest, somewhere safe, somewhere secure. Kurt kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears with the pad of his thumb. "For what it's worth, I think she's serious."

"Me too, I just- what if she hangs around for a while and Michi gets attached to her, oh hell, I get attached to her and she decides she doesn't want to do it anymore? What then? I refuse to let her hurt our baby like she hurt me."

"Maybe we should just give her a chance, without Michi, for a while. You two need to try and salvage your relationship before you can bring someone new in. Why don't we have her come back for lunch while she's at school and we can all talk?"

"I- okay. I think I can do that. But what about now?"

"Now you cry. Now you work on your frustrations. Now I hold you until you fall asleep."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too baby." Kurt placed a gentle kiss to Blaine's lips and offered him a small, comforting smile.

"I don't know what I would do without you." Blaine whispered as Kurt wrapped his free arm around Blaine's waist, encouraging him to cuddle closer.

That night, well morning, Kurt did exactly as he said. He held Blaine as he cried, wordlessly comforting him until he fell asleep, eyes still wet from the tears.

The whole entire two hours they had to sleep went by way too quickly for either man's liking. Their alarm came in the form of a way too rambunctious for the time of day four year old.

"Oh Daddies! Wake up! Mommy said you have to get up! She's bringing me to school."

Kurt managed to work one eye open to be greeted by Liliana about an inch from his face. He had never been more grateful to see her up, dressed, back pack on and ready to go. "Morning Princess. Ready to go already?"

"Yea, mommy said that I have to go soon and to kiss you goodbye." Kurt smiled at her and struggled to untangle himself from Blaine without disturbing him too much. He sat up and pulled the little girl into his arms.

"I love you Princess Pain in the Butt. I'll tell Daddy that you said bye, he had a long night and I'm going to let him sleep for a little bit longer."

"Is he okay?" She asked, head to the slide, an expression of concern gracing her features.

"He will be Baby. Come on." Kurt slowly rose from the bed and led her out of the room, her tiny hand snugly in his.

After he made the necessary calls to his boss and to Gloria he went back to the bedroom coffee in hand. He took one look at Blaine's tear swollen face, sleeping peacefully and his heart broke. More than anything he wished that he could make all of his pain goes away.

He set the coffees on the bedside table and snuggled back into bed. At the disturbance Blaine started to stir.

"Morning love." He whispered as he brushed a stray curl off of his forehead.

"Mmm what time is it?" He sleepily grumbled.

"Seven thirty."

"Shit, I have to call Gloria, I'm supposed to be at work in half an hour."

"I already did."

"Kurt, you are the best." Kurt just smiled and grabbed a coffee.

"Coffee?"

"God yes. Now I've never been more convinced that you're perfect." Kurt leaned over to where Blaine was now sitting and chastely kissed him.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

Blaine sighed. "I guess I'm better." He replied before taking a sip of his coffee. "I would be lying if I didn't say there wasn't a ten year old little boy inside of me desperately wanting my mother to love me again."

Kurt took a deep breath and looked down to his own coffee, trying to hide the heartbreak in his eyes. It, of course, did not go unnoticed."

"God Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm such an asshole. I'm over hear bitching and moaning about my mother coming around and you lost yours forever. Ugh, I am so fucking self-centered."

Kurt rested his index finger on Blaine's lips, effectively shushing him. "Blaine stop. You have every right to feel every emotion that you do right now. I have dealt with my mother's passing, but there is still times that it bothers me. There always will. It does not make your self-centered or an asshole because you want to focus on yourself."

"I'm sorry my love."

"No, none of that. Let's go shower then we will invite Cecilia over for lunch."

"Um, okay. But only if you allow me to get out some of my frustrations in said shower."

Kurt laughed and jumped out of bed. "I think we need a bigger shower."

At half past eleven the doorbell rang. Blaine, not quite mentally prepared for this second meeting, was procrastinating in the bedroom. Kurt brushed his hands down his pants before answering the door.

Cecilia stood on the other side of the door much worse for wear. She looked like she hadn't gotten a moment of sleep last night. To be fair, she probably hadn't. They didn't exactly end the conversation on a high note last night. Many things were still left unresolved and many questions left unanswered. Most of those questions; however, would never have an answer.

"Good morning Cecilia, won't you come in?" She nodded her head and smiled at the (much) taller man.

"Thank you Kurt. Is Blaine home?" She asked nervously?

"Yes, he's just finishing getting ready for the day. He will be down soon. Care to join me in the kitchen? I've just started lunch."

"Sure." She said with a small smile following him to the kitchen. "You have a lovely home Kurt."

"Thank you, we are still working on it. It's only been a few months we have been here, but we want everything done by the wedding."

Kurt began sautéing chicken for their salads as Cecilia picked up the fixings to start the salad. After a few minutes of comfortable silence Cecilia spoke again. "You know, I still can't believe it was you that came to my shop that day."

"Neither can I. It was quite a shock to see you standing in my living room last night."

"I could imagine." She chuckled. "I can tell that you really love him."

"I do." He spoke proudly, not turning away from what he was doing. "I love him with all of my heart. Fates had their own idea of how life was going to turn out and, well, I can't say that I am not loving every moment of it."

"I'm glad. He deserves to be happy. He's been through so much."

"Yes, he has. Listen Cecilia," He began, turning off the burner before turning around to face her. "I am sorry if this comes off rude or too forward, but I need to know. Are you serious about coming back around? About being a part of Blaine's, a part of Liliana's life? I refuse to watch them hurt again because of you. If this is not what you want, please leave now."

A lone tear flowed down the woman's cheek as she looked Kurt right in the eye. "Kurt I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I meant every word I said at my shop. I deeply regret the decisions I have made. I am not a good mother and I am a horrible grandmother. But I want to try, I want to learn. I never stopped loving Blaine ever. Like I said, there is no excuse that can make what I did okay. Just know that I have gotten away from the grasp that his father held onto in my life and I am learning to make myself happy, to make other's happy. More than anything I want my sons back in my life. Honestly, even more than that I want to be a grandmother to the little girl, whom I am sure, is the more beautiful little girl that has ever graced the planet. I know that you are her birth father and if she is anything like you I know she will be amazing."

Kurt smiled. "Yes she is a lot like me, even more so like Blaine, he raised her magnificently, but remember, she is also part Santana."

She laughed so hard that her body shook. It was the first time in many years she laughed like that and man, did it feel amazing. "She is quite, um- unique."

"Ha! You can say it- she's a crazy bitch. But she's mine and she is really a good person."

"I can tell. And thank you Kurt."

"For what?"

"For being what I couldn't, for doing what I didn't. For being you."

Neither Kurt nor Cecilia knew that Blaine was standing just out of view listening to the entire conversation. The smile the crept across Kurt's face was not missed. And he definitely picked up on the sincerity in his mother's words.

Maybe she is serious after all. He thought with a smile. Maybe.

Shouts to Brit for making this happen. Like y'all have no idea how much I love her. Also um Murph - Glambert on Glee? I just... Don't fuck it up RIB. Until the next chapter. I hope to have it up within the next two weeks, it is mostly written, but like I said before I have some shitty things going on right now. Until next time! Much love to you all