A/N- Well here we are again, with the third and final instalment of the WMUI verse. I hope you all enjoy it. I have to say, writing Klaine as Daddies makes me so happy! It's a gentle start, and picks up right where AFY left off. This isn't an overly dramatic or shocking story, more a simple look at Klaine over the years as they raise Libby together. That said, there will be the inevitable character death, which I'm sure you can all guess but I promise it won't be as gut wrenching as the last one. (And just in case anyone is confused- it will not be Finn and it would never, ever be Burt because I'm pretty sure that's illegal.)

Thank you, as always, for reading and for your continued support. Hope you enjoy the story.

Becky.

"That's it," Kurt sighs happily, falling onto the couch. "That's the last box."

"Apart from the ones in the garage," Blaine says, flopping down beside him. "Still. We're in. Happy?"

Kurt lets his hand play idly with his husband's curls as Blaine settles his head onto his thigh, smiling down softly. "Ridiculously so," he says, yawning loudly. "And very tired."

"We can still have sex though, right? You promised me."

Laughing, Kurt leans down and kisses his lips, rubbing their noses together sweetly. "Yes we can still have sex. You know, for a man of forty, you have a remarkably high sex drive."

"Because I have a remarkably hot, young husband," Blaine says smugly. "And anyway, I'm thirty nine."

"Oh yes, how silly of me. Your birthday is a whole week away."

They chuckle together, then fall quiet as they watch their daughter playing happily on the floor, chewing hard on a plastic giraffe teething toy. She becomes aware of them watching and looks up, dropping the toy with a gummy smile as a line of drool trails down her chin. She laughs at the goofy face Blaine pulls, then promptly falls backward which makes her laugh even harder.

"I'm gonna miss her in our room tonight," Blaine muses.

"I know, but we said six months, and six months it is. She's growing up."

"She really is." Leaning down, Blaine reaches for the jangly ball and scoots it back across the floor to her. The noise has Martin the cat running out from behind the armchair to investigate, and Libby squeals when she's sees he's arrived.

As if knowing how gentle she needs to be, Libby stays lying on the floor, rolling to her stomach and stretching her hands out, waiting. Sure enough, Martin goes, his little pink nose sniffing over her fingers before he runs his soft fur over her face, and unable to hold back any longer, Libby squeals again, letting a long line of drool trail onto the floor.

"She must be getting teeth," Blaine muses. "I know you disagree, but she must be."

"I didn't disagree," Kurt says as they continue to watch the cat and baby interaction. "I just said the book mentioned that as well as drooling a lot, teething babies are grumpy and restless, and we should expect fractiousness and night waking. She's not doing any of those things, just drooling everywhere. A lot."

"Libby," Blaine coos, making her look up and smile. Grabbing the muslin cloth which is now a necessity to have on hand whenever Libby is awake, Blaine rolls to the floor and wipes her mouth tenderly before tickling her sides and making her squirm. "Who's a cutie, huh? Is it you? Is it? Or is it papa?"

"Both," Kurt says, lying on the floor next to him and kissing his cheek. "And you too. Oh, and you," he laughs as Martin winds around his face. "A whole family of cuties. Now come on. We need to get this little lady in the tub."

Libby settles in her new room easily, cuddling up in Kurt's embrace in the large rocking chair for her milk while a cd of Blaine's piano music plays. He puts her down awake, as the book suggests, bracing himself for the crying but there is none; and when he drags Blaine away from preparing dinner and they both go to check on her, she is fast asleep.

"She's so smart," Blaine whispers as they stare down at her, besotted. "She's not worried about being in a strange room because she knows this is her new home. Bless her."

"I know. I love how smart she is," Kurt smiles. "And how pretty. Like, you see all these other babies and you kinda feel sorry for their parents, because we got her and no one else did."

"Except Olivia."

"Aw, Olivia is gorgeous," Kurt says, sighing as he thinks of Wes and Kathy's tiny daughter. "I just adore her. Anyway, we should leave our darling to sleep."

"Yes we should, cause I want dinner and sex."

"Blaine, you are so romantic," Kurt quips as he follows him down the stairs. "After nearly nine years together I can't believe I'm lucky enough to hear such endearing and thoughtful words from you. You know, many guys would kill to hear such delicate sweet nothings and...umpff."

He is cut off abruptly by Blaine's mouth on his, and he finds himself pinned against the wall of the hallway as he crowds in close, his hands framing Kurt's face and changing the angle of the kiss for his tongue to delve into his mouth, before he surprises Kurt once more by breaking the kiss and hugging him tight.

"I love you," he murmurs into the collar of his shirt as Kurt sighs happily and lets himself be held. "You are, without doubt, the most perfect man I will ever encounter, and I thank my lucky stars each and every day that you turned up to an acoustic night nine years ago. You were a shy, innocent blushing fifteen year old who held so much more knowledge, wisdom and maturity than anyone I had ever met... And you chose to share your life with me. I don't know why you did, but I'm just eternally grateful that you did, and that you love me as I love you. Now. Gimme my dinner and sex," he says, and Kurt laughs loudly before kissing him once more.

"Okay," he grins against his lips. "Okay. Dinner and sex it is. And Blaine?" he calls after him as they trail down the hallway. "Thank you. I love you too, my old man."

"Am I old?"

"You wanna have this discussion now?" Kurt asks, looking up from where his head rests right next to Blaine's cock. "I was kinda in the middle of something."

"I know. And I looked down...and I just...ugh. My body just looks old and tired and then there's you. Perfectly smooth, and tight, and just...wonderful."

"Blaine." Kurt moves up until they're face to face, and he cradles his face tenderly in his hands. "You're hot. Stupidly hot. So hot that I feel completely smug when I see people looking at you, because I get to take this to bed and no one else."

"People don't look at me," he scoffs.

"Oh they do," Kurt tells him sincerely. "I sit in the audience for your concerts, remember? I hear them talking. When you're up there, playing the piano? And you're in the throes of something really intense?... The way your head moves, you drip sweat and slowly those curls break free... I'm telling you, it's not only me who swoons."

"You swoon?" Blaine asks, secretly thrilled.

"I do," Kurt grins. "And you know I don't just love you for your looks, but it does help," he says with a wicked grin. "And this," he says, taking Blaine's hand and moving it to his ass. "Your hands. They're all...manly." He gives into his giddiness and giggles when Blaine squeezes. "Your body is that of a man...and what a man you are."

Satisfied, Blaine rolls on top of him and kisses him fiercely, and they make love until the small hours, teasing each other over and over and taking turns to move inside the other until finally Kurt fills Blaine, shuddering his release and collapsing wearily into his arms.

"Wow."

"That was intense," Kurt says, lazily swiping at Blaine's stomach with tissues. "You okay?"

"I am now I've had my food and my sex," Blaine laughs. "Jesus Christ it's nearly three in the morning."

"I mean that little wobble you had. About your body?"

"Oh that, yeah. Just ignore me. Turning forty and all that."

"Okay." Kurt turns out the light and waits for Blaine to rest his head on his chest, which he does readily. "As long as you know I'll always love you."

It feels as though they've only been sleeping a moment, and indeed only an hour has passed when they are startled awake with a yell coming through the baby monitor.

"Huh? Libby?" Kurt sits up quickly, looking for the baby before remembering she's across the hall in her own room now.

"I'll go, don't worry," Blaine says, pulling a robe over his naked body. "Come here, little lady," he coos picking her up and kissing her cheeks which are red and warm. "Shh, shh. Daddy's here. It's okay, it's okay."

Libby grabs his finger, gnawing hard on his knuckle as Blaine carries her back across the hall. "I think it's her teeth. She's biting on anything she can reach and she's running a fever."

"A fever?" Kurt asks in alarm. "Oh my god, our baby has a fever?"

"It's okay, it's mild,"

"Should we take her to the ER?"

"Kurt," Blaine says gently. "It's okay. She's a little feverish because she's cutting teeth. That's all. Here. Take her a moment and I'll go get the Tylenol."

After a dose of infant Tylenol, a bottle of milk and plenty of cuddles from her daddy, Libby settles to sleep as Kurt watches on anxiously, smoothing over her soft blond hair and kissing her rosy cheeks.

"I'll go settle her," Blaine says as he makes to stand, but Kurt lays a restraining hand on his arm.

"Keep her in here tonight."

"Kurt, c'mon. We said six months, and you were insistent on that earlier. She's okay, and I'm not dragging that huge crib into here."

"Let her sleep in here then," he tries. "Between us."

"No! You know that's not safe, and we'll both panic about rolling on top of her. No," he says, firmer this time. "She's going back in her own room."

He sighs heavily when he returns to find the lights out and Kurt with the covers pulled up over his head, and he slides into bed behind him, kissing his bare shoulder. "I'm sorry if I was harsh. I didn't mean to be."

"You weren't," Kurt says sadly. "I just overreacted, that's all. I don't like it when she's not right. I panic."

"But she is right," Blaine says kindly, wrapping one arm about his waist and drawing him back against him. "She's teething."

"You know you said sometimes you feel really old?" Kurt asks. "Well sometimes I feel really young."

"Oh Kurt. You don't have to feel like that," Blaine sighs with another kiss to his shoulder. "You are an amazing papa. Don't doubt yourself."

"But you seem to know so much," Kurt says, turning in his arms so they're face to face in the darkness. "If you hadn't been here tonight, if you'd been in Chicago or wherever, I'd have driven her straight to ER because I'd be fearful she had contracted some kind of fatal disease."

"No you wouldn't," Blaine says calmly. "In your heart, you know that's not the case. Trust your instincts. You know there's nothing wrong with her, not really. Yes, her gums hurt but that's all. You would know if there was something really wrong. And as for me knowing stuff... All that time you spend in the kitchen, making vividly colored veggie purees for Libby to throw at the walls? I'm digesting every baby book known to man because I'm so scared of messing up. We all doubt ourselves as parents, Kurt, and Cooper takes great pleasure in telling me that never goes away. But as long as we have each other, we'll be okay."

Kurt smiles then, relaxing into Blaine's hold, letting his fingers play with his chest hair and readily accepting the gentle kiss to his forehead. "As long as I've got you, I'm always gonna be okay," he whispers. "And you know what? It makes no difference to me whether you're forty or four hundred, because for me, your age never comes into it. You're just my husband."

"Just your husband?" Blaine teases, though actually he feels buoyed with confidence at Kurt's words. "That's all I am? Just your husband?"

Kurt laughs, lifting his face to find Blaine's lips with his own. "Yeah. Just my husband. That's all. Nothing important."

"Pretty useless," Blaine grins, then tugs the back of his hair until his throat is exposed for him to scrape his teeth along the skin. "Good for nothing."

"Blaaaaine," Kurt whines at the feeling of one hand trailing round to his ass. "It's gone four in the morning and we've had an hour of sleep."

"I know." He stops kissing along Kurt's collar bone and pulls back. "You're right. I'm sorry."

But Kurt's hands are firm on the back of his head, pushing him back to where he was. "I didn't say stop."

By the time Blaine's birthday arrives, they're exhausted. Libby's phase of night waking has continued, and though she settles easily after a little cuddle and reassurance, it's become apparent that once awake in the small hours, the only way either Kurt or Blaine can really get back to sleep again is by making love then curling up together sated and content. Only by then it's four of five in the morning and with Libby waking again at six thirty, not a lot of sleep is happening in the Hummel-Anderson household.

"Happy Birthday," Kurt grumbles when Libby's wailing fills the room.

"Mmmpff."

"As a sign of my undying love and devotion to you, I will go fetch our daughter and change her diaper. If you're really lucky, I might stagger downstairs and get coffee too."

"I feel honored," comes Blaine's scratchy, sleep-filled voice before he pulls the pillow over his head and is snoring once more.

He wakes again when tiny hands paw at his chin, and he pushes the pillow off his face but keeps his eyes closed, smiling. "Hello, darling."

Libby squeals her delight, bashing him with her toy giraffe which is covered in drool and he opens one eye reluctantly. "Is that a happy birthday?" he asks, to which she grins and squeaks. "I'll take that as a yes. C'mere tiger," he growls, pulling her close, snapping her onesie open and finding that soft little tummy he loves so much, showering it with kisses and raspberries, making Libby scream and giggle helplessly while Kurt watches on adoringly.

"My god you two are adorable together," Kurt says quietly, snapping pictures on his phone and wondering if anything could be more perfect. His handsome husband, wild curls tumbling onto his forehead, with a thick shadow of dark stubble over his jaw, resting his chin on their daughters tummy and pulling faces to make her laugh. And laugh she does, all big blue eyes and blond hair, which is starting to curl- inadvertently making her look like she really is the biological product of both of them.

And then Kurt feels wet on his cheeks, and realizes he is crying. Not for any other reason than his love of his perfect family.

Blaine looks up, noticing, and holds his hand out to Kurt. "Hey. You okay, gorgeous boy? What is it?"

"Nothing," Kurt smiles through his tears, climbing on the bed to lie alongside him, kissing Libby's hand. "Nothing at all really, I'm just overwhelmed with the beauty of the pair of you, and with how much I love you both."

"You'll start me off," Blaine warns, needing no invitation for his eyes to spring a leak. "I'm feeling emotional enough today as it is. And tired."

"No, okay," he says, pulling himself up onto his elbows. "Let's get dressed and have breakfast. I'm sure this little lady's porridge eating skills will distract us all." He stands with Libby in his arms, bouncing her on his hip as she giggles and tries to eat his fingers. "Won't they, huh?" He asks, and she gurgles a response as Kurt walks across the hallway to her room. "Yes. Yes they will. Daddy's gonna get porridge in his hair once again," he coos. Left alone, Blaine falls back onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow that Libby has just vacated, and softly begins to cry.

"You look half dead," Santana comments as she strides into their living room later that afternoon.

"Oh my god!" Blaine cries happily, rushing over to hug her tight. "It's you! I thought you weren't coming!"

"Yeah well, you decided to run off to the suburbs to play happy families, so I didn't really have any choice but hire a car and come visit, did I? I couldn't not see you on your fortieth. Where's baby?"

"With Kurt. Didn't you see her when he let you in?"

"He didn't let me in," Santana says in confusion. "I have a key."

"What?! How?"

"I just do," she shrugs. "Anyway. Where is she?"

"Kurt!" Blaine hollers, and he appears a moment later, Libby in his arms.

"Oh god. How did you get in?"

"She has a key," Blaine says pointedly, and Santana is smug.

"I have a key." Striding over to Kurt, she chucks Libby under the chin. "Hey little lady. How are you? You look even more beautiful than you did a week ago, if that's possible," she smiles. "Rooming with Ms. Lopez for nine months must agree with you."

Kurt hands Libby to her happily, and falls onto the couch where Blaine is quick to curl up in his arms, head resting on his chest.

"Seriously. You two look exhausted. What's up?"

"She's teething," Kurt explains. "And it's keeping her up at night. And also, during the day she has now decided that she simply cannot be without us at any point in time."

"Go take a nap, I'll watch her for you."

"Nah, she'll scream as soon as we leave the room," Kurt yawns.

"No she won't. It's not like she doesn't know who I am. Go. Now."

"But..."

"Blaine, you have two hours before everyone arrives for your birthday dinner. I'd make the most of those two hours if I was you, and get some sleep. Not sex. Sleep."

"I can't do sex anyway," Blaine grouches as he pulls himself up from the couch. "Kurt broke me."

"I did not!" he laughs, following his husband across the room.

"Whatever, you two are repulsive and I did not need to know that. Now go. We need girl time."

"I didn't break you," Kurt says again as they head upstairs. "I just get a little over exuberant sometimes, that's all."

"You broke me," Blaine repeats, entering their room where he falls face first on the bed. "There's a pain in my ass that won't go away."

"Stop begging me for it then," Kurt chuckles, pulling him into his arms. "Anyway. Let's sleep."

"Or..."

"Nope."

"How about..."

"Be quiet."

"But we could..."

"Do you wanna see forty one?"

And if the soft snores already escaping Blaine's mouth are anything to go by, he does.

"Hey," Kurt croaks when he arrives in the kitchen a little over an hour later. Santana looks up from the book she's reading, smiling.

"Good nap?"

"Yeah. Thank you. I'm gonna leave Blaine a while longer. Where's Libby?"

"Napping too."

"Ugh. Why?" he groans. "She won't sleep tonight now."

"Yes she will," Santana replies calmly. "We're all going out to dinner, and she'll have thirteen doting aunts, uncles and grandparents all wanting to keep her entertained. She'll wind up exhausted."

"I guess," Kurt murmurs, wondering why Santana- the one without a maternal bone in her body- has more logic than he and Blaine put together. "So you're staying?"

"Yes, but not here. With Rachel and Finn. Thought I might check out job opportunities in Columbus while I'm here."

"Really?" Kurt brightens. "You're thinking of moving closer?"

"I don't see I have much choice. You abandoned me and left me on my own."

"We did not!" Kurt laughs. "You have Lacy."

"Uh...yeah. Well..."

"Oh no." Kurt's voice is full of concern as he reaches for her hand and she withdraws it quickly, looking out to the yard.

"Do you guys have a gardener? The place looks really tidy, and I can't imagine either of you two doing it."

"Yes we do, but that's not the point. Santana, are you and Lacy..."

"Is he hot?"

"What? Who?"

"The gardener."

"He's about fifty five."

"Age is no barrier to you, Kurt. We all know that."

"Santana..."

"Stop. Okay?" she implores, and Kurt notices she looks almost close to tears. "I said too much and I just don't want to get into it right now. I'd rather focus on Blaine and his birthday."

"Well he doesn't," Kurt says with a half laugh, trying to cover up his concern for her. "I think he'd rather pretend he doesn't have a birthday at all."

"Yeah, but he's bound to be like that, isn't he?"

"I don't know," Kurt admits. "I mean, I get that he's not feeling great about getting older, but I went and had Libby's hands and feet cast, framed them and then I gave him cufflinks with her thumbprints on. He liked them, but he just kinda smiled his thanks and then moved on."

"But it's his first birthday without his mom," she reminds him gently. "It's not going to be easy."

"Oh... Shit," Kurt groans, holding his head in his hands.

"Way to go," Santana smirks. "All the husband awards to you."

"Oh fuck off," Kurt snaps, pushing back from the table.

"Where are you going?"

"Where do you think I'm going? To try and make amends."

Blaine lies sleeping face down, and Kurt smiles, watching the way his back rises and falls and admiring his strong arms folded under his head. Draping himself over Blaine's back, he whispers into his ear, making him smile his way into waking slowly, lifting his chest for Kurt's hands to slide under and hold him tight.

"I'm sorry," Kurt murmurs.

"Hmm? Cuddles. Cuddles are good."

"No, I'm sorry for not remembering today was your first birthday without your mom."

"Oh."

Blaine stiffens and wriggles his way out of Kurt's hold, turning to sit against the pillows and gesturing for Kurt to cuddle up against him once more.

"Listen. In the last week, we've moved house, had more sex than we've managed in the last three years and dealt with a teething baby with separation anxiety- all on an average of three hours sleep per night. I can't even remember my own damn name, Kurt, much less anything else. Don't worry about it, really."

"But I should have remembered," he laments. "I feel bad. That's why you'd been crying this morning, isn't it?"

"How did you know I'd been crying?"

"I know you," he says simply. "I knew you welled up the second Libby and I left the room, I just thought it was because I'd gotten a little misty eyed watching the two of you together."

"It kinda was, actually," Blaine admits. "Cause I thought of the pictures you were taking, of all the photos we have of Libby and I just...I just wish I could even show my mom a picture," he says sadly, blinking back tears once more. "It's not so much that it's my birthday. More that I'm just having a day where I'm really missing her, and with everyone meeting for dinner tonight, it kind of highlights her absence. I don't know...I guess I'm down about that, down about turning forty, worried about the stack of music I need to get practicing...everything, really."

"Okay, so here's what we're gonna do," Kurt says confidently. "From now until when this teething nightmare ends, we're gonna take it in turns to get up without disturbing the other. I'll do tonight."

"Yeah, but when I get up, I'll come back to bed and you're all warm and snugly and...well...it turns me on."

"Blaine, I don't care if you lie next to me and jerk off, but just don't wake me while you're doing it," he says with a sassy smile. "We'll take it in turns, that way at least one of us has had a good night's sleep. The turning forty thing I can't really do much about, except to say that when we first met, you were thirty one, and that's how I always think of you," he grins. "We can be completely lazy tomorrow and you can take some time to practise the piano, maybe Libby and I can go visit your dad for a couple of hours, give you some space. And as for tonight... Well, all our family and friends are meeting for dinner, because they love you and want to celebrate with you. Yes, your mom's absence will be noticeable, but also, there's one very important addition who you just know won't let herself go unnoticed," he says tenderly, letting his fingers stroke along Blaine's jaw as they both think of their daughter and smile. "And it doesn't have to be a raucous, loud celebration. We can just have a quiet dinner with everyone then come back here and ignore Sebastian's pleas for us to give Libby to Carole so we can join him at Scandals. And maybe, in a month, two months, three years- I don't know- maybe then you'll feel like celebrating a bit more. In which case, all you gotta do is let me know. Okay? Okay, Kurt. Yes, Kurt. Thank you Kurt."

Blaine laughs, cupping Kurt's cheek to kiss him slowly, lazily, letting his tongue run briefly into his mouth before pulling back to kiss the tip of his nose. "Yes, Kurt. Thank you, Kurt. And my god you're beautiful, Kurt."

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too," he smiles. "And you know what? It's the Guild of Stage and Screen Awards in a month. I think, maybe, I might feel more like celebrating then?"

"Sounds perfect," Kurt says happily. "We'll be in Chicago, Santana has Libby, we can go to the after-show party, get hideously drunk and dance the night away, should you so desire. Or we can just leave early and go back to the apartment for tons of champagne fueled sex."

"We haven't had drunk sex in forever," Blaine muses. "I'm already looking forward to it."

"Good," Kurt laughs. "Now, I'm guessing we better go downstairs. I think Libby's awake and no doubt Santana is filling her head with all kinds of inappropriate stories."

"You know she isn't," Blaine says as he rolls off the bed and tugs Kurt to his feet. "Despite everything, she's damn good with her."

"She is," Kurt agrees. "And oh, you need to talk with her sometime. I don't think things are good with Lacy."

"Really? Okay," Blaine says with concern. "I will do. And thank you, Kurt, for making everything better."

"I don't know if I did," he says, stopping at the top of the stairs. "Not really."

"You did," Blaine tells him firmly, holding him close. "You always do. It's like you said earlier. With you by my side, everything is always gonna be okay."

Kurt smiles, closing his eyes as he kisses him sweetly, arms snaking around his neck before a yell comes from downstairs.

"Kurt! Blaine! Get down here. Your daughter just bit me!"