Thank you, a thousand times thank you to everyone who has read this and supported me. It means far more than you can ever know.

As for what happens now; well... This is certainly the end of the road for this verse.
However, I am writing something new. I'm not sure when it will be done, a couple of months or so would be my guess but I can tell you it is a lovely Klaine AU and im really enjoying writing it.

See you all soon!

Nine years later (Blaine is 31, Kurt 42)

Kurt is just drifting off to sleep, his arm resting loosely around his husbands waist, head resting on his shoulder, when he hears the noise.

Pretending he didn't hear anything at all, he shifts around, drops a kiss to Blaine's bare shoulder, and snuggles down.

It comes again. Louder this time, and unmistakable.

"Oh for..."

"I'll go." Blaine's voice betrays his tiredness, but he hauls himself up onto his elbows, and rubs a weary hand over his jaw.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"I was. To be honest, I don't think I switch off at all anymore. I seem to be tuned in at all times."

Another noise, but Kurt rests his hand on Blaine's chest to stop him from getting out of bed. "I'll go. You did last night."

"If I relent and go back to sleep, are you gonna get mad at him?"

Kurt ponders his answer, and pulls a face. "Maybe. A little."

"Then I'll go." He kisses his lips and smiles softly. "You sleep."

"I won't sleep. I'll wait for you to come back. It gets lonely without you."

That admission has Blaine grinning, as he pulls on a robe and heads down the hallway. They might have been married ten years, but they're more deeply in love than ever. He sighs when he sees a light on, and pushes open the door to the Star Wars themed bedroom.

"Caden, go to sleep, bud."

"Moon, daddy! Moon."

"Yeah, I know."

Crossing the room, Blaine pulls up the blind, giving the small boy a clear view of the moon high in the sky. "Better?"

"Yup." Caden starts making kissing noises, holding his arms out, and Blaine is unable to resist, falling on top of his son and showering his perfectly beautiful face in kisses.

"Hmm, daddy loves you."

Caden had been an unexpected arrival in their life. The plan had always been they would have a baby through IVF five years after Blaine had graduated. That would give them time to properly settle in California, buy a house, and establish their careers, and for Blaine to finish his doctorate.

Then, eighteen months after their move, Kurt had become broody. He hadn't said anything at first, but a few tense months eventually led to Blaine wondering if Kurt was about to leave him, and panicking that they weren't strong enough to make it.

Kurt had admitted all, in a tearful, late night confession, after an almighty fight. He wanted a baby. Blaine's reaction of immediate agreement had pleasantly surprised him, and though it took another eighteen months, their dream had come true, twice over.

Twins Bertie and Lyra Anderson Hummel were now almost five years old, and plans for a massive party in the garden of their large, comfortable home in Newport Beach were now in full swing. It included, on Kurt's insistence, and much to Blaine's horror, a petting zoo.

Both Kurt and Blaine had felt complete with the twins' arrival. They both had deep amber eyes and dark, wildly curly hair, just as Kurt had always wanted. Burt and Angie had moved from Riverside to Newport when the babies were born, and bought a house on the same street, much to Blaine's sheer delight. Bertie and Lyra adored their grandparents, as well as Uncle Brian, who had followed Kurt and Blaine to California six months after they had left New York.

Their life was crazy, hectic, but a whole load of fun, and it worked well. Blaine stayed home on Mondays, and Kurt dropped one day a week from his job as fashion editor of the LA Times, to stay home on Tuesdays. Uncle Brian was chief babysitter on Wednesdays, and Grandma and Grandpa managed Thursdays and Fridays between them.

Then, when the twins had turned two, they learned about Caden.

Caden was born with Down's syndrome, and his mom and dad were killed in a multi car pileup on the freeway. Brian's sister, Janet, had told them all the story over lunch one Sunday, as she bounced Bertie on her knee. Janet worked for child welfare in LA, and was worried that Caden would end up being bounced around the system on a permanent basis. He had no other family, save for an elderly grandmother in Australia, and an Uncle doing time in jail for drug dealing.

Neither Kurt or Blaine could say what possessed them to glance across the table at one another, but both knew in that instant that they needed to give the little boy a home. Kurt had looked at his children, so much like their daddy, with their kind and compassionate ways, and knew they'd make the perfect siblings. It had taken a while, and a long, agonising wait for the adoption panel to reach their decision, but eventually, Caden, by then three and just a year younger than the twins, had moved in.

Having a child with Down's Syndrome had been a tough challenge, and every day of the last year had brought with it new obstacles to overcome, but Caden had also brought boundless joy, fun, energy and above all, love, to all their lives.

"Moon," Caden sighs happily as Blaine cuddles him on his tiny bed. "Bertie moon?"

"Bertie's sleeping," Blaine gently explains, brushing his floppy blond hair from his forehead. "You can tell him about the moon in the morning. You're getting good with his name now, huh?"

"Bertie."

"That's right. How about Lyra? Can you manage that?"

"Lyda."

"Nearly." Blaine laughs and kisses his cheek. "Who's daddy's beautiful boy?"

"Bertie."

"Ha! Well, yes, but Caden is too."

He hears the noise again is reminded of why he had gotten out of bed in the first place. Sighing, he reluctantly climbs off the bed. "Come on then, sweetie. Sleeping time."

He tucks Caden in tight, kisses him again and flips out the light, the moon illuminating the room and making Caden clap his hands together happily.

Walking down the hall, he pulls open the door to the garage, throwing his hands up in despair. "Really?"

Burt Hummel looks out from under the hood of the old Dodge convertible, guilt flooding his face. "Sorry. I had to. Her carburetor needs looking at and I just..." he stops, noticing Blaine in his pajama pants and robe. "Were you in bed?"

"Yes! I was asleep! We all were!"

"It's only just nine."

"I know that, but I also know that we have to snatch sleep whenever we can nowadays."

"Sorry," Burt says again. "I'll go."

Another noise, this time from the monitor they keep plugged in for the nights when they all work on the car together. "You're here now," Blaine huffs. "And it doesn't look like I'll be sleeping any time soon. You may as well come in."

Blaine walks back down the hallway, his shoulders slumped. What he would give for just a few glorious hours of uninterrupted sleep. Burt makes himself useful, making hot tea and pouring it into mugs, before settling down in the den and waiting for Blaine to return.

"He never sleeps," Blaine whines, as he comes into the room.

In his arms he cradles a tiny baby of three months old. Kit Anderson Hummel was their fourth, and Blaine was pretty sure last, baby. He was adorable and looked exactly like Kurt had as a baby, with a fuzz of light brown hair and big, expressive blue eyes, but he was also just as stubborn as his papa, if not more so, especially when it came to sleep.

"He seems to think his routine is the one we must all adopt," Blaine sighs, resting the baby over his shoulder. "Which would be fine, if it was reasonable, but it's not."

"Shouldn't have used Kurt's sperm," Burt mutters.

"Six times last night! He was awake six times! You're killing me, Kit," he says, holding the little boy in front of his face. "I can't even remember what proper sleep feels like. Hell, I can't even remember what my own husband feels like."

The baby gives a wide, gummy grin, happy that his daddy is holding him, and Blaine laughs, cuddling him close to blow a raspberry into his neck. "Silly boy."

"I'll feed him for you," Burt offers, taking the little boy. "You go back to bed."

"It's okay."

"Really Blaine, I don't mind. I'll settle him back to sleep and then head home. I've got my key so I'll lock up when I'm done."

"Are you sure? I don't want the kids to seem like a chore for you?"

"How could Kit ever be a chore?" he asks the baby. "How could you, huh?"

"Kit chips?" Blaine asks, using the name his big sister had given him. "You be a good boy for grandpa, you hear?"

"He will. Hey, I was thinking. you and Kurt should take a break, maybe. Head to New York for a weekend? Visit Santana and the Scarbos? The time away would do you good, and it'd be a great way to celebrate your anniversary."

"We went out to dinner last week."

"I know, but ten years. You know you could take next week, Friday through Monday. Your mom and I will have the brood stay with us."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You can. You two deserve it."

"I... I could sleep."

"Ha! You won't sleep my boy, trust me. I've seen the way Kurt looks at you. He's desperate for some alone time."

"We both are," Blaine says wearily, too tired to be embarrassed. "I can't remember when the last time was."

"So you'll go?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No, I'm just offering to have my grandkids for a weekend while I'm still young enough to do it, and before the next one arrives."

"Ha! That's not gonna happen."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I do love being a dad," he concedes. "It's damn near perfect, even if they NEVER SLEEP," he says loudly in Kit's face, making him giggle. "Okay. I'll tell Kurt. Thank you," he grins, kissing Burt on the forehead. "And you, beautiful baby, goodnight!"

He stops at each room on his way back to his own. Lyra is sprawled like a starfish in the middle of her bed, her long hair fanning out around her in a corkscrew of curls. He kisses her little pink cheek, and marvels yet again at how incredibly long her eyelashes are. She had made noises about getting high heels for her birthday, and Kurt had nearly hit the ceiling, while Blaine had calmly pointed out to her that she was only going to be five. Raising a daughter after almost no experience with girls was certainly a revelation to both. Blaine even found himself questioning his female college interns on what could be considered normal behavior for a small girl.

Bertie is in a ball, his backside sticking up in the air, his knees tucked under him, and Blaine smiles as he kisses his forehead. The space helmet Blaine had gotten him was lying on the floor, next to an open book about the solar system. Kurt often teased, saying that he wasn't sure how they had ended up with three nerds for kids. Lyra was a math nut, constantly arranging anything she possibly could into groups, size order, numerical order and finding out what was one more or one less. Bertie was a space enthusiast who had been fascinated by Blaine's lab since he could sit upright, and Caden was also fascinated with stars, planets and of course, the moon. Star Wars was his favorite. Kurt liked to claim he would be embarrassed to admit to owning them once they started kindergarten, but Blaine knows he will really be super proud and will also probably cry for days.

Caden is sleeping, finally, his face turned toward the window, making Blaine smile, and then he is back in his own room.

Kurt is in the same position as Lyra, taking up the whole of the bed, and Blaine smiles at the post it note stuck to the headboard.

"Blaine, if you're reading this, I fell asleep. Wake me with kisses xxx"

"Hey tiger," he murmurs, kissing softly behind his ear.

"Hmm? You're back?" Kurt smiles, rolling onto his side and making room for Blaine to lie next to him and press their foreheads together. "I thought I heard Kit?"

"Dad has him. He said he'd put him back to bed for us when he's fed."

"Dad's a hero," Kurt says sleepily. "More kisses please."

"Always."

Blaine leans in, giving a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips. "He also suggested we go to New York next weekend."

"Really?" Kurt keeps his eyes closed but pulls a face. "I'm not sure. Caden wasn't good on the flight last time, and we've never flown with Kit."

"Just us."

Kurt's eyes fly open, a grin taking over his face. "What?"

"Yeah. An anniversary getaway. He offered to have the kids Friday through Monday."

"Three nights?" Kurt whispers excitedly. "Just us? Three whole nights?"

"Think you can get time off?"

"Yes. Oh Blaine! Think of the..." he stops, not knowing which option sounds the most enticing right now. "Sleepy sex?" he offers weakly.

Blaine laughs, and rolls on top of Kurt. "It'll be good to see Santana, and to catch up with the Scarbo's, but I'm suggesting we make as few plans as possible and just spend a lot of time in our hotel."

"Oh god that sounds so good," Kurt sighs, then slides his hands down the back of Blaine's pajamas. "And you feel so good too."

"Kuuurt, I'm too tired," Blaine moans, falling flat onto his husband's chest and burrowing into his neck.

"Are you? Really?" Kurt asks. His breath is hot in Blaine's ear as he continues to smooth his hands over Blaine's ass, gently kneading the flesh.

"Kurt," he says again, weaker this time. He can feel Kurt getting hard against him and yes, it feels so damn good. He knows Kit will be busy with feeding for a while at least, and the other three are all asleep so... "Kiss me."

His demand is cut off by Kurt's lips on his, fierce and wanting. His hand finds the back of Blaine's neck and draws him closer, both of them moaning happily. They find stolen moments to make out all the time, and are completely open and honest in their affections in front of the children, but in the last three months it's been rare that they get the opportunity for it to lead to more.

"Clothes," Kurt gasps out, when Blaine grinds down hard against him. "Get rid of 'em. Now."

"Hey," he laughs against his lips. "Let's not rush..."

"We can take things slow in New York," Kurt pants, wriggling underneath him to get his own pajama pants down to his ankles and then off altogether. "Right now I need you, Blaine. I love you so much, you're the worlds best husband and father but also? You're my lover and I want you so bad."

"Oh God yes," Blaine moans, and he crashes their lips together once more and quickly loses his clothes. "Oh, but dad though?"

"We'll be quiet."

"I'm not..."

"Come on, Blaine," Kurt coaxes, groaning in pleasure when their erections slot together. "We've managed it twice since Kit was born, and one of those was only super quick hand jobs in the shower. I had to get myself off the other day."

Blaine pulls back, looking down at him in surprise. "You did?"

"Yeah."

"That's hot." He subconsciously licks his lips, then kisses along Kurt's collarbone.

"I thought of you."

"That's even hotter. How do you still do this to me? After all this time I still want you as if it were the first time all over again."

Kurt flips them, grinning down at Blaine. "Same," he says, and then they're kissing again.

They are quick. They both know it, but neither one cares. Kurt has Blaine on all fours, and he drives into him so hard and fast that it barely seems like any time at all until they're both coming together, before collapsing in a sweaty, sticky heap.

"Jesus Christ I feel better for that," Kurt pants, giving a little kiss to Blaine's back.

"Sleep is totally overrated," Blaine remarks, and they both laugh.

"Come on. We need to clean up."

"That is undoubtedly the worst thing about having kids," Blaine grumbles as they change the sheet. "Remember when we just used to fall asleep right after?"

"Remember when we didn't have tiny cheeks and hands to kiss?"

"Shut up."

"Ha! See? It has its pitfalls, but you wouldn't want to not have them."

"Dad thinks we'll have more."

"Maybe we will." Sheets changed, pajamas on, Kurt falls into the clean bed and holds his arm out for Blaine to cuddle in. "When Kit goes to college."

Blaine gives a kiss which is full of love and devotion. "I love you, tiger. I love making love with you, even if it is a frantic quickie."

"I'll wake you up at three for a good hour or two of bodily worship before the brood wake up."

"Hmm," Blaine murmurs. "You wouldn't dare."

But Kurt is true to his word, and after feeding Kit and settling him back to sleep, he returns to bed, kissing over Blaine's stomach and up to his chest.

"Whass' time?" Blaine rasps, cracking one eye open to see Kurt teasing around one nipple with his tongue.

"Three twenty."

"And you wanna do this now?"

"I wanna do this always."

"Kit?"

"Is asleep. Lyra is sleeping on her floor but she seemed okay so I left her there, and Bertie and Caden are fine. You're all mine, professor Hummel."

"All yours," Blaine murmurs happily. "I like the sound of that."

"Papa?"

Kurt stops, rolling off Blaine and letting his head thump back onto the pillow. Turning, he sees Bertie standing tentatively in the bedroom doorway, holding Caden's hand.

"Hey Bertie. You okay?"

"Caden said the moon had gone out. I think it's a cloud, but he wanted you."

"Ugh. Sure. Okay. Come on," he says, holding the duvet open. "Cuddle in."

The brothers glance at each other, clearly delighted at being given the chance of cuddles in their parents bed in the middle of the night.

"Moon gone," Caden tells Kurt and Blaine solemnly.

"I know," Kurt soothes, pulling his little body into his arms and kissing him softly. He smiles over the top of his head at Blaine, who has Bertie now lying half on top of his chest. "Did you notice he signed that too? He's getting good."

"It's definitely helping his speech," Blaine agrees. "Okay boys. Sleeping time now. Settle down."

"What is going on?" The bedroom door is pushed right back on its hinges as Lyra marches into the room and climbs straight into bed. "Caden was trying to tell me about the moon, but I was all sleepy and then I waked up on my floor and I knew they'd be in here, daddy and papa. I just knew!"

"And it looks like you're joining us," Kurt remarks dryly. He is warmed when she turns around to spoon with Bertie, mirroring the sonogram pose they had framed as well as a picture of them both asleep when they were only a day old. "I wonder if they'll still sleep like that when they're adults?"

"I sincerely hope not," Blaine says with a laugh. "But they do look cute. Right. Everyone ready to say sweet dreams now?"

"Yes daddy," they chorus, but Kit has other ideas and sets up with a loud wailing which has Kurt trudging wearily back down the hall.

"Someone wanted to join the party," he announces, and climbs back into bed, resting a wriggling Kit on his chest, soothing him softly and pulling Caden in tight to his side.

"Kit chips," Caden says happily, putting an arm over him and closing his eyes.

Kurt looks across at Lyra, who grins. "I can't believe he's started calling him that too," Kurt tells her, rolling his eyes. "Where did it even come from?"

"Kit chips is funny," Lyra declares as if it needs no further explanation. She pulls a now sleeping Bertie's arms tighter around her, then Blaine's and then she closes her eyes. "Night papa, night daddy. Night Bertie, night Kit chips."

"Goodnight gorgeous girl," Kurt whispers softly, reaching out to smooth a hand over her cheek. He looks over the heads of his four sleeping children at his husband, who smiles back with so much love in his eyes that it makes Kurt's heart burst.

"Yeah, that weekend in New York sounds good," Blaine whispers softly. "But you know what? This? I wouldn't swap any of it for the world."

"Me neither. Gosh, I wish I could kiss you right now. You're too far away." He settles for kissing the tips of his fingers and touching them to Blaine's lips, who kisses them in return.

"I love you, Kurt."

Kurt smiles, closing his eyes and pulling the duvet over his beautiful family. "Goodnight, Blaine. I love you too."