Epilouge! Long time coming I know, but I've been having a lot of real world stuff in the way.

RIP Cory He will be missed.

Don't own anything.

The apartment was beautiful.

It was one room, only a bit larger than Kurt's old basement bedroom. They could've afforded something much bigger and better after the money from the Karofsky trial and the Andersons trial, but both had agreed they simply wanted to live a normal life now, including the traditional post-graduation shoebox apartment. After a small, quiet wedding in Ohio on the five-year anniversary of Blaine finding out Kurt's name, they were using the money to pay for college with no student debt and had started a non-profit agency for lost soulmates. Its goal was not only to reconnect soulmates torn apart but to provide counseling for those who had lost their soulmate.

Still, the grief and guilt held both boys in a bitter grasp.

"How do you think the Karofskys are doing?" Kurt said.

Blaine swallowed his cereal, sighing. His hand reached forward to clutch his soulmate's. "I'm sure they're doing their best. They have each other."

Kurt nodded, staring at his yogurt.

"You did the right thing, Kurt. You put him out of his misery."

"I know..."

Blaine took a deep breath before smiling brilliantly. "Excited for our first last day of college before winter break?" he said.

Pulling himself together, Kurt began to clear the table. "Can't wait!" he mused. "We're meeting at the mall to go Christmas shopping at 4, right?"

Blaine grinned. "Yep! I still have no idea of what to get Cooper though,"

Kurt smiled, trailing a hand across the boy's shoulders as he took his dish and flushing as Blaine pecked him on the cheek in thanks.

"I think seeing you is going to be a pretty great gift," he said. "He's been excited for weeks about seeing you,"

"Well I did take his parents away from him and then move to New York-"

"B," Kurt interrupted warningly.

Blaine shook his head. "I know, I know, they deserved it."

"Besides, he visits them at the jail every other week..."

The question they had been debating for so long hung in the air.

Blaine tugged on his jacket, avoiding Kurt's searching gaze. "I think I'd like to visit them when we're there,"

"Okay," Kurt said. He grabbed Blaine's scarf, wrapping it around the boy's neck and kissing him softly.

Clutching the lapel of Kurt's blazer, Blaine held his fiance close for another few moments. "I want you to come though,"

The countertenor nodded. "I love you," he said, the words a promise.

"I love you too," Blaine murmured.

In a world of soulmates, two soulmates gripped hands, one with brown Disney-prince hair and another with a boyish smile and round face, watching as Kurt and Blaine Hummel pressed their lips together before leaving to face fashion seminars and music theory tests.

The lost were found.