This is just a short epilogue chapter :)

Two years later-

BPOV-

It's the first time in a whole year that our family has all been together. Between Sugar, Ryder, and Blair all traveling for their jobs, things can get a bit hectic.

It's the first family dinner in what feels like ages. All of our children, all of our grandchildren, are here. Burt and Carole, my parents, Cooper and his family are here.

The entire Anderson-Hummel is family together again.

Sugar, Rory, and their four kids have moved to an even bigger house. Considering the fact that the adoption of their fifth child is any day now, that's probably a good idea. Sugar continues to work in the fashion industry, both as a designer and as a stylist to a multitude of celebrities. She even has a fashion column called Sugar's Corner in a magazine, and hopes to one day run her own fashion magazine.

Rory continues to teach kindergarten. He got a new job even closer to home, which is good. With Sugar spending so much time on the road, it's better that the children have someone who can get them to and from school on time. He obviously loves his job, too. I've never seen someone as dedicated to teaching as he is, and I absolutely love my job.

Blair's latest album went platinum, and she finishes the last day of her tour in April. Ryder's next movie is set for release around then, and they will both be home to spend time with Rosalie and Noah. As much as it hurts them to miss some moments of them growing up, they do have a system that works: more often than not, at least one of them is always home with the kids. When they are not, the kids stay with Kurt and I, or Ryder's mom or dad, and talk to their parents on the phone every night.

Liam and Brandon are set to get married in March. It's a small, courthouse wedding, each just wanting their families there. Kurt and I aren't too surprised, though. We've overheard glimpses of conversations about a wedding in the past. The two have a plan for their future: to get married, Liam will start his business, Brandon will be a psychiatrist, and as soon as they are ready, they will look into adopting children.

Not exactly the plan that I'd set for myself, but it is their life. Kurt and I encourage them, even if we are skeptical about some aspects of their ideas. After all, we all must learn to make our own mistakes.

And, hopefully, learn from those mistakes.

Jade has officially moved out to California. She checks in often, but it is not the same as having her here. Kurt and I both agree, though: It's better for her to be happy than confined to one place because of us. College is going extraordinarily well for her, if the fact that she is at the top of her class says much. Her second book will be out in June, although she is the only one who is surprised by that. It's a fantastic read on why being single is best for her right now. We've seen her grow from a young girl into a beautiful, wise, kindhearted young woman. Now she is finally starting to see it for herself.

Jacob, despite recent conflicts with another classmate that we are working with the principal to resolve, is doing well in high school. He's been suspended twice for fighting, but Kurt, his counselor and I are working on these issues with him. He'll be in college in a few years, and we'd hate for this to ruin his chances of going to his dream school.

Gracie is in the eighth grade now, as much as I hate to admit it. She is growing up, and she looks more and more like a beautiful combination of Blair and Ryder everyday. She is the head captain of the dance squad at her school. We've had a bit of trouble with her grades slipping, but now she is back on track.

Eli and Elena have developed completely different personalities. They're in separate third grade classes now, which was Kurt's idea. Elena is shy and sweet and interested in art, Eli is loud and opinionated and into his action figures. They balance each other out, though, and obviously have each other's back. Kurt and I have the sweetest kids.

Kurt. The love of my life. Without him, I'm not sure I could have done this. Being a single parent was hard for me. Well, being a parent can be hard. Kurt was in the same boat that I was in-trying to raise a teenager and not knowing what the hell you're doing. Yes, we have both made mistakes. There is no such thing as a perfect parent, and we're just trying our best to raise smart, independent, kind-hearted, strong kids. Really, it's just nice to have someone travel down this sometimes bumpy road with me.

We've been together for so long now, and he still finds new ways to amaze me everyday. Yes, I realize how completely cliché that may sound. It's the truth. For every moment that he is frustrating me, for every fight that has nearly driven us to the edge, for every time walking away from him seemed like the only option to keep us both from saying something that we'd surely regret…

There's a moment that reminds me why we even decided to take the leap of faith with each other.

When we first met, it was so hard to see him so… broken everyday. The slightest comment or movement would sometimes put him on edge, wounds that Andrew left continuing to remain open. I was never looking to replace Andrew. I simply wanted to remind Kurt that he was- and is-worth so much more than he thought. That Andrew's words had- and never will have-no truth to them. Kurt deserved to believe in love, to believe that he deserved love, and to believe that love can come at any time.

Kurt deserved to believe in himself.

I amy have helped him with that process, but the rest was all him. This incredible, sincere, kind-hearted, strong, intelligent man finally decided what I, his family, and friends knew all along: that he's worth it. That's when our relationship was truly ready to take off. Then, and only then, were we able to take those next big steps, making memories and reaching milestones with each other.

Because of our acceptance of ourselves, and each other-we were able to grab the broken pieces of this marriage before it completely shattered, and somehow mend it. It's like a broken mirror, though: it's fixed, but the cracks are still there.

It is also like a broken mirror in the sense that it took lots of time and commitment to fix, but that it was worth it for the end. We're not perfect, and we never will be. Kurt and I don't always see everything clearly.

When I see my life, though, I can vividly picture him at the end of it. That's the one thing we have managed to agree on: we are in it for the long run. Things will get messy, arguments will threaten to tear this mended relationship apart at the seams, and gossipers will most likely continue to spew lies and hate as long as Kurt and our children are well known. Temptation and the rare days of insecurity will continue to try and stop us.

And we will continue to rise above it, because there is nothing in this world that can bring us down.

KPOV-

Dad and Carole eventually decided to move somewhere warmer, choosing to move to Florida with the Andersons. We do not see them as often, but they're happier. All are retired now, and my dad is living where he's always dreamed of. Sure, I miss him. He's a huge part of my life. For so long, it was just the two of us.

But I can be a bit selfless. He has his happiness now in exchange for everything he gave up for me. That seems more than fair. Yes, I know that he does not regret me, or raising me.

That doesn't change the fact that I want both him and Carole to be as happy as possible.

Blaine and his parents managed to mend what we all assumed was completely torn to shreds with no hope of being fixed. His mom and dad talk to him on the phone every week, highlighting the positive instead of the negative. They are both so obviously proud of him, and Cooper. Why wouldn't they be? They're two fantastic gentlemen, and I get to spend my life with one of them.

My grandchildren are all sitting on the floor after dinner, falling asleep as a cartoon plays in the background.

Noah, Finn, and Wendy are all in middle school now. Yes, the three tiny babies have grown up into unique people. Other than a few setbacks, they are all succeeding in school. They always have one or another of their parents on the road, so they spend a lot of time with us when no one can be at home with them. Blaine and I have seen them defy the negative comments and odds hurled at them, and we are watching them learn how to come out stronger on the other end.

Not that we ever had any doubt that they could.

Lauren and Declan are still in grade school. Other than the handful times where Lauren has gotten a call home for bullying her classmates and Declan has gotten in trouble for tantrums when he was in daycare, they are well behaved children. Instead of focusing solely on negativity, Sugar and Rory are choosing to highlight the positive attributes of their children: their musical gifts. For children so young, Declan and Lauren show immense talent. They are skilled on the piano and violin, respectively. Their parents encourage this, doing whatever they can to further their learning and love of the arts.

Rosalie is only three years old, but she is so much like Ryder already. Since she is not in school yet, she sometimes travels with Blair or Ryder, like Noah does during his breaks. There are always candid photos of her with her parents on tour or on set, and she absolutely absorbs the attention she is given. Unlike her brother, who usually prefers to stay behind the camera just like his dad, she does not seem to be camera shy at all. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was made for the camera and for the stage.

Like mother, like daughter, right?

Noah, Finn, Wendy, Lauren, Declan, and Noah are six amazing, beautiful additions to this family, and our future grandchildren will be as well. They've brought so much more life and laughter into his household than I ever thought would be possible.

So I never imagined being a grandparent before I was fifty, but I never planned on having eight kids. At times I decided against children all together, at times I allowed myself to imagine the pitter patter of three tiny sets of feet, or even five. Never in my wildest dreams would I have pictured raising eight kids in all.

That is just the way life is sometimes: it throws surprises and opportunities at you. Some are good, some are bad, and sometimes they are an odd mixture of both.

The thing that all of these moments have had in common for some time now They're all with Blaine. I can honestly say that one of the best moments of my life-other than adopting my children-was the day that I decided to give him a chance.

Andrew really messed up my already sometimes distorted view of love, causing me to believe that it was an illusion. Something that others seemed to have no trouble finding, but I could somehow never attain. Andrew only ever saw my faults, I only ever saw my faults, and it seemed like that was all there was to me: an imperfect person, unlucky in love.

Blaine saw me, though. He was able to cut through the insecurities and doubt to see the man that was buried deep underneath a messy relationship that did more harm than good. He saw-he sees-the real person. Who, yes, is still imperfect, but does not see that as a fault. The things that I have always despised the most are the things that he now loves… and vice versa. Because Blaine is the most irritating, most loving, most sarcastic, smartest, funniest man that I have ever met. He's everything I dreamed of as a teenager, perfectly and wonderfully combined into a real person. Flaws and all, he is my soulmate.

He's my other half.

Everyone has one, and he is mine. Finn was Rachel's, Quinn is Puck's, Mercedes is Sam's, Rory is Sugar's, Blair is Ryder's.

Blaine is mine. He's the one person that gets me and hasn't run away in fear of how sticky things inevitably get sometimes. Because life is messy. If you are going to spend it with someone, you have to find someone who is either willing to help you clean up the mess, or trudge through it with you.

''You okay,'' Blaine asks, head on my shoulder as we sit in our room , now that our kids have all gone home or are in bed.

''I'm more than okay,'' I whisper, waiting for him to look at me ,''You know, I never would have had the courage to deal with all of the crap I gave myself after Andrew without you. You made me- and you still make me-want to be a better person. Just… thank you for believing in me when I couldn't.''

Thank you for making me believe again.

''I love you so, so much. Despite the fact that we sometimes bring out the worse in each other, we always bring out the best in each other. That beats any flawless, fictional relationship, right?.''

''You're right,'' I press a kiss to his slightly chapped, hot, pink lips I love you, too, Blaine.''

He brings me in for another kiss, effectively silencing me as it gets even more heated with each passing second.

So this love isn't perfect. Neither is this relationship. We're not some typical fairy tale, and that's okay. There were no princesses waiting in towers to be saved, just a prince trapped inside the dark tower in his own heart. One who didn't want to admit he needed to be saved, but was glad that he gave in. Because his hero helped him become his own hero, and let him save him in return. In the end, that's what this is all about- give and take, fifty-fifty. Relationships require a lot of hard work, a lot of compromise, and a lot of communication to make them work. Each person has to be willing to share the load, or it is all in vain.

Lucky for me, I have a pretty amazing person to live the rest of my life with.

Lucky for the both of us, it doesn't look like either one of us is going anywhere anytime soon.

Well… that's it. I wanted the last chapter to mainly focus on Kurt and Blaine, and how far they've come since Make you Believe. This may not have been my best work, but I will get better. In addition to my other stories, I want to start doing drabbles and exploring how well I can do short stories. So, please, send in ideas! I want to start writing as soon as possible! Thanks to everyone who has read and/or reviewed. It means a lot.

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