A/N: New York!Klaine/ another that I didn't know how to stereotype

Rating: G

Ten years since high school, and everyone had pretty much settled.

Kurt and Blaine were waiting for their final confirmation on the adoption, before they could get their baby.

So they were travelling – visiting the friends that had moved away to pursue their dreams – ending the chapter of their lives with fond memories before starting the new one with their child.

Kurt, having given up on NYADA decided to go to college for fashion, and was currently working as a clothing maker for a low-line company. Blaine had chosen a dual degree in Media Arts and Sport – with Polo and other equestrian activities.

But now they were in New York, about to meet with Rachel for the first time in nine years.

"Is it okay if we come visit you?"

"Oh my god, Yes! Please do! I'll email you my address. Oh, Oh! You can come to the closing night of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat! Oh! And you can meet Barbara!"

"As in…Streisand?"

Rachel had burst out laughing. "Oh god, I wish! No, no…Barbara is my daughter!"

"I bet she's a spitting image of Rachel." Blaine laughed.

"Loud and obnoxious, over-confident and so annoying?" Kurt grinned.

"Exactly!"

Blaine laughed as their cab pulled up outside Rachel's apartment. They stepped out, Blaine paying the cabbie as Kurt looked around wistfully. This was where he belonged. Blaine wrapped Kurt into his arms from behind, taking half a moment to enjoy the fact that he could stand in the middle of the street hugging his boyfriend.

"What do you think she'll look like?" Blaine asked softly, knowing Kurt was upset about being here, and not staying here.

"Just like Rachel. Brown hair. Big eyes. Nose."

Blaine chuckled, kissing the side of his neck gently. Kurt sighed, stepping out of his arms and smiling.

"Come on. Let's go meet Barbara Rachel Berry."

Blaine snorted. The name was just ridiculous.

They followed the elevator up to Rachel's apartment – significantly larger and more elegant than when she first moved to New York. Kurt knocked, and the door flew open.

"Kurt! Blaine!" she squealed, tackling them with a hug.

She looked tired, and another ten years older, but they could tell she was happy.

"Oh my god, look at you guys! You're so old!"

Blaine chuckled, hugging her back tightly.

"You look beautiful, as always." Blaine smiled, and Kurt beamed at her.

"Barbara!" Rachel called, letting them in. "Come meet your Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine!"

"Uncle?" Kurt questioned with a grin.

"Of course! I would have made you godparents, but Mercedes and Quinn already snatched up those titles." She grinned.

A young girl with jet black hair just barely stepped into the room, staring at Kurt and Blaine from under dark lashes. Her wide eyes blinked shyly at them, and she remained in the doorway. Rachel bit her lip, about to say something, but Blaine took the initiative.

He stepped forward, bending down to the five year-olds level.

"Hey Barbara." He smiled at her.

She glanced at Rachel, before staring at the floor and smiling shyly. "Hello Uncle Blaine."

Rachel beamed. "She knows all about you!"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "So who's the wonderful man who stole your heart."

"Oh!" Rachel grinned sheepishly. "He…he was the producer for Hello Dolly." She laughed.

Kurt blinked a couple of times, before he realized. "Oh…"

She shrugged. "I moved onto another production by the time I realized I was pregnant. It's just me and Barbara and Alicia – our nanny, right bubbah?"

Barbara nodded, still looking at Blaine hesitantly.

^.^

Barbara was napping when they finally sat down to talk.

"She's so quiet…" Blaine said softly. "Are you sure she's yours?" he joked.

Rachel laughed. "She's so much more like Rick than me." She grinned. "But I love her for it. She sits backstage during shows and comes and gives me flowers. She's beautiful."

Kurt and Blaine grinned, clasping hands.

"Well, she's definitely not what we expected."