Gone and Back Again Epilogue

September 2011

When Kurt Hummel entered McKinley high a little under a month after he'd been kidnapped, the students parted ways in the hall to let him through.

"Wow," Kurt looked around him, "this is kind of weird."

"I think it's nice," Rachel bounced next to him, "I wonder if this is what being famous feels like?"

"Girl shut up," Mercedes rolled her eyes, "they ain't stepping aside for you."

"Obviously I know that," Rachel shrugged, "still—"

"Kurt Hummel," Jacob stuck a microphone in front of Kurt's face, "how are you coping with what happened to you during the summer? Is it true that your kidnappers asked for 2 million dollars for you and your boyfriend? Is it true that-"

Sneering Kurt pushed him aside, "I think you've been watching way too many cop movies."

Jacob kept following Kurt until he entered the choir room. As soon as he saw Finn and Puck stand up Jacob ran.

"Finally," Kurt sat down, "I thought he would never leave."

Finn sat down next to his step-brother, "That guy's a jerk. He already tried to interview me like, three times today," he patted Kurt's shoulder, "he didn't say anything bad right?"

"Not really no," Kurt smiled. Finn smiled back. Ever since Kurt had been found, Finn rarely left his side. At first it was kind of sweet-until Finn started following Kurt and Blaine around on their dates. Kurt drew the line there. Carole and his Dad had also gone a little overboard as well. They had taken to checking up on Kurt every five minutes when he was at home and texting him constantly when he was out on a date with Blaine.

"Hello guys," Mr. Shue walked into the class. He looked at his students until his eyes settled on Kurt. He grinned, "How are you, Kurt?"

"Just fine, Mr. Shue."

"I'm glad," he clapped his hands, "Alright guys! This year we are taking Nationals. I'm sure of it!"

Kurt tuned most of his teacher's speech out. When he was sure that nobody was paying attention to him, he reached into his bag and took out his sketch pad and a pencil. With a final look around the room Kurt started drawing. He was nearly done with this sketch.

Jack's eyes burning a hole through his head, Jack running a hand down his back, Jack kissing him-

"DUDE!" Finn whispered to him, "Are you-are you drawing that guy again? Burt is going to freak out!"

The first time Kurt had drawn Captain Harkness after they came back to Ohio, Burt had ripped the drawing to shreds.

Promise me you'll never draw him again. Promise me, Kurt, promise me.

Kurt didn't realize back in Wales that the man that had talked to him and Blaine was the man he had been drawing since he was young. A few weeks after Kurt was back home he remembered seeing Jack and that woman-Gwen-in a coffee shop. Kurt couldn't sleep for a couple of days after that.

"Don't worry about it, Finn. I'm not going to let Dad see this."

His step-brother cringed.

"Why do you keep drawing him anyways?" he whispered, "I mean-isn't it kind of weird or something?"

Kurt didn't have an answer to that question. Before going to Wales Kurt had always felt hurt and angry when he drew the captain. Now days however he felt hollow. It was as if all the emotions he felt when drawing the man had been dimmed. Sometimes Kurt had a dream or he saw something that made him want to cry or scream but overall he felt oddly empty when he drew him.

"Ok," Finn said, "just make sure Burt or Mom doesn't see it ok?"

"Yea."

The rest of Glee went by fast as did the rest of the school day. Finn decided to go with Rachel to her house so Kurt went home. As soon as he had parked the car Blaine came out of his house still in his Dalton uniform.

"Kurt!"

"Blaine!"

Grinning Kurt got out of the car and gave his boyfriend a quick hug.

"Now that I'm not happy to see you but what are you doing here?"

"Early release," Blaine said, "Plus it's Friday. We haven't seen each other since last Saturday."

"Mhmm," Kurt walked inside the house, "I have missed you. How goes the college applications?"

"Stressful," Blaine frowned, "Very-but I'm getting there. I just have a few more applications to send out and then I'll be done. What about you?"

Kurt sighed, "I'm looking at some art schools in New York. I'm trying to decide which one would better suit me. Mr. Harold, the art teacher at McKinley said I'd be a shoe in for a lot of the schools I'm looking at so," Kurt dropped his bag on the couch before moving towards the kitchen, "that makes me feel a little better. Still, I have to choose my best work and make a portfolio before the end of November so-"

"Oh," Blaine's voice sounded pained, "Kurt why do you still keep drawing him?"

Tensing Kurt turned around. Blaine was looking at his sketchbook tears in his eyes.

"It-"Kurt gripped the counter, "this is going to sound really weird but it actually makes me feel better."

"How can it make you feel better?" Blaine shook his head, "We saw him in the coffee shop. He's the one who found us after we were kidnapped," he put the sketchbook down, "Kurt-"

"I know," he sat down next to Blaine, "Blaine I know but I can't stop," Kurt traced his fingers over the emblem on Blaine's jacket, "I've been drawing him ever since I can remember."

Blaine nodded and pulled Kurt closer to him, "Does it really make you feel better?"

"A little yes," Kurt held Blaine's hand, "before Wales…before all that happened, I'd feel really bad after drawing him. Now however, I feel…liberated I guess you can say. I almost feel as if I'm purging or something."

"Ok," Blaine nodded, "if it makes you feel better," he looked at Kurt's sketching pad, "just make sure your father doesn't find them."

"I know," Kurt hummed, "Blaine…can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you-have you remembered anything from that time?"

Blaine shivered, "Nothing at all. It still kind of bothers me that I can't remember anything. What about you?"

There was a blue light-a blue light that was going to take him away and back to Torchwood back to-

"Me neither."

Blaine stayed for dinner as he usually did now days. After dinner Kurt led Blaine to his room where they cuddled and talk for an hour before Blaine had to go back home.

"I'll text you when I get home?"

"Yes," Kurt kissed Blaine's lips, "bye Blaine. Take care ok?"

Kurt watched Blaine leave before going back inside his house.

"Hey buddy," Burt smiled at him, "how was school today?"

"It was good," his father looked through his sketchbook, "this looks exactly like your mother."

"Thank you," Kurt had switched sketchbooks earlier on, "I'm hoping to include that picture in my portfolio when I apply for the School of Visual Arts in New York."

"You working hard on that kid?"

"Yea," Kurt moved closer to his Dad, "I-Dad I know it's going to be really hard moving to another state," he said, "and I know that I'll probably not get a lot of grants from the government and everything and that art school is sounds really iffy and I'll probably be waiting tables or doing something else on the side to pay the bills once I graduate and everything but-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Burt pulled his son closed, "Look Kurt, I'm not going to pretend that I understand what you want to do with your art or anything but," he grinned, "I know you got talent, kid. I know that you can make it," he paused and ran his hand up and down Kurt's arm, "as for the whole money thing…well, I'm sure that it'll be fine in the end no matter what."

Kurt let his head fall onto his father's shoulder, "Thanks Dad."

That night Kurt dreamt of Lisa.

()()()()()()()

"Just open it."

Hand's shaking Kurt started to rip into the envelope before letting it fall on the ground,

"I can't Blaine," Kurt covered his face with his hands, "oh my God I can't. What if I got rejected? What if they tore out my portfolio?" he gasps, "what if they-"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's face and kissed him once, twice, three times.

"Have you seen the size of this envelope? This is not a rejection envelope. This is an acceptance envelope. Kurt," Blaine let go of his boyfriends face and picked up the envelope, "come on. If you don't open it, I'll open it for you."

Stomach churning Kurt took the envelope and carefully opened it. Taking a deep breath he took out the letter and started to read.

Dear Mr. Hummel,

We are pleased to announce that you have been accepted to the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, New York.

"You got accepted," Blaine whispered in his ear, "Kurt you got accepted!"

Tears running down his cheeks Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug and let the letter fall between them.

"I got in," he said, "Blaine, Blaine I got in!"

"Of course you did," his boyfriend said, "I knew you would, Kurt. You're crazy talented."

They spent a good ten minutes kissing before Blaine picked up the envelope again.

"Hey," he took another piece of paper out, "Kurt there's something else here."

"What?" Kurt took the paper and read it.

Dear Mr. Hummel,

We are pleased to tell you that you will be attending the School of Visual Arts on a full scholarship. This means that your tuition, your books (including any and all supplies) and your dorm if you so wish to have one will be covered.

Kurt blinked once, twice before shooting out his room.

"Dad! Dad!"

His father came out of the kitchen looking worried followed by Carole and Finn.

"What's wrong? Are you ok? What happened?"

Kurt wordlessly handed over the paper to his father. Burt took it and read it.

"Wow," laughing he pulled Kurt into a bone crushing hug, "I'm really proud of you, buddy. A full scholarship," he let go of his son, "wow…this-this is great Kurt. You're not going to have to pay off any loans or anything!"

"A full scholarship?" Finn grinned at him, "Dude that is pretty sweet! Is it like, going to cover your housing stuff?"

"Yes!" Kurt bounced up and down. Someone grabbed his hand and he turned startled,

"You had me worried," Blaine said, "what did the letter say?"

"Kurt got a full scholarship!" Carole came up to him and gave him a hug, "sweetheart I'm so proud of you!"

"Me too," Blaine smiled at him, "that's really great, Kurt. You won't have to worry about loans or anything like that."

"I know," Kurt beamed, "it's a huge load of my mind knowing that I won't have to worry about money while I'm in school."

"I say we go eat at that buffet to celebrate!" Finn said. Kurt shook his head but smiled,

"That actually sounds nice."

Burt nodded, "Let me just grab my keys and jacket," he looked at Blaine, "you might want to call your parents. Tell them that you're gonna come eat with us."

"I will," Blaine responded. Kurt tugged his boyfriends hand and turned to go back to his room, "We'll be right back."

Once the door to his room was closed Kurt kissed Blaine again.

"I got in, Blaine."

His boyfriend caressed his cheek, "I knew you would."

Kurt sighed, "Next year I'll be in New York."

"And I'll be there with you," Blaine said, "it'll be you and me, in New York."

Lisa had moved in with him after three months of dating. Jack sometimes came to his flat but he never stayed.

"You and me," said Kurt, "I love the sound of that."

()()()()()()

"So," the Dean looked smiled at Kurt and his father, "what do you think of the facilities, Mr. Hummel?"

"I LOVE IT!" Kurt spun around, "this school is-is everything I ever wanted," he turned to his Dad, "what do you think, Dad?"

Burt nodded, "I like it-the dorm was nice and everything."

The Dean nodded, "I'm glad," he opened a door, "please do come in." Kurt and Burt followed the man into his office, "please sit down," they sat down.

"I have to say Kurt," the Dean grinned at him, "we are very excited to have you coming to our school. Your work is very good. I've never seen anything quite like it really," he shivered, "that one painting you submitted-the cybermen one-"Burt tensed, "was just chilling-in the best way of course."

"Thank you," Kurt blushed, "and thank you for the full scholarship too."

"Actually," the Dean leaned back, "we didn't offer you the scholarship. We were going to give you one but it wouldn't have covered anything."

"Whoa, whoa," Burt looked between the Dean and Kurt, "then where did the money come from then?"

"Well," the Dean shrugged, "funny story really. A couple of days after receiving your portfolio, we received a call from an anonymous art lover. Called and told us that he'd seen your work online," Kurt blinked his eyes, "you do have a website of your art, yes?"

"Yea," Kurt breathed out, "yea I do."

"Well, the man said that he was very impressed with your work and that he would like to cover your tuition."

"Oh," Kurt felt somewhat faint, "oh that's…I don't even know what to say."

"You should be very proud of yourself Mr. Hummel. We've never had something like this happen before."

Burt took of his cap and ran a hand over his head, "That's…good," he clicked his tongue, "do we have to meet him or anything? Or like send him something or…?"

"You know," the Dean pursed his lips, "he didn't much ask for much. Just asked to see the art you produced here."

Kurt shifted on his seat. Something felt off but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"I admit I'm," he laughed, "a little in awe about this," he let out a breath, "I honestly don't know what to say."

"I think you're very talented, Kurt."

"Thank you," Kurt closed his eyes for a second, "so is everything in order? My transcripts and everything?"

"Yes," the Dean said, "you're already to start school in the coming fall," he stuck his hand out. Kurt took it, "Welcome to the School of Visual Arts, Kurt."

()(()()()

"So," Blaine said over the phone, "how did it go? Did you get a tour and everything?"

"Yes," Kurt pressed the speakerphone button and placed his phone on the counter, "it was a very informative tour. I liked the dorms-they were very nice-as far as dormitories go anyways."

"That's good," Kurt could hear Blaine's smile, "anything else happen?"

"Well…there was something kind of odd that happened."

"Do tell."

Kurt bit his lip, "So, you remember how the school offered me a full scholarship?"

"Of course," Blaine laughed, "it's not something one forgets, Kurt."

"Apparently," Kurt said, "the school itself didn't offer me the scholarship. The Dean said that the school was going to offer me a scholarship but not a full one."

"I see," his boyfriend paused, "where did the money come from then?"

"According to the Dean the scholarship I received is a…anonymous donation from an art lover."

"Wow, really?" his boyfriend said, "That's amazing, Kurt!"

"So my Dad, Carole and Finn say."

"…you don't think so?"

Kurt slumped in his chair, "I don't know. It just seems a little weird to me you know? This-this just doesn't happen you know?"

"Well it's happened to you."

"It feels weird," Kurt bit his finger, "I don't know how but something just feels off about all of this."

"Oh Kurt," Blaine sighed, "I think you might still be in shock over this."

"Probably," Kurt fixed his hair, "yea everything is still a little surreal right now."

"Exactly," Blaine sighed, "I need to go now. I have to study for my holiday exams."

"Sounds like fun," Kurt leaned closer to his phone, "Good luck on your tests-I love you-I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright. Sweet Dreams. Talk to you tomorrow, Kurt."

Ending the call Kurt stood up and let himself fall on his bed. He's wanted to tell Blaine that he loved him for a while now but…

He told Lisa he loved her within three months. He never told Jack.

"I'll tell him soon," Kurt told himself, "I'll tell him soon."

()()()()()

"I got in!" Blaine grabbed Kurt around the waist, "I got in Kurt, I got in!"

Eye's wide Kurt looked at his boyfriend, "Of course you did, Blaine," Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes, "I told you you'd get into NYU."

"Well I told you that you would get into your school but you didn't believe me either."

"Point taken," Kurt spun around in Blaine's arms until he was facing his boyfriend and gave him a quick kiss, "do you know what this means?"

"I'll need to go furniture shopping soon?"

"Apart from that, Blaine," Kurt grinned, "we're going to be together in New York," he said somewhat hesitantly, "granted we're going to be in the same school or anything like that but-" he stopped talking. Blaine leaned in close,

"I know," he whispered, "we're not going to that far away either-we'll be within walking distance. We can visit each other," Blaine kissed his boyfriend's neck, "and later on," his voice grew softer. Kurt felt as if he was in a dream, "we can move in together," Blaine's lips moved along his neck, "we can find some cheap studio and work long hours and you can complain about the fact that I leave my clothes on the floor-"

"You wouldn't dare."

"And I'll complain about the fact that you sometimes snore-"

Kurt gasped and playfully hit his boyfriends shoulder,

"Shut up! I do not snore!"

Blaine kissed Kurt, "We're going to be happy together, aren't we?"

Lisa had stroked his cheek and kissed his nose, "You make me so happy, Ianto."

"Yea," Kurt breathed out, "we're going to be really happy together, Blaine."

()()()()()()()

Kurt stood in the middle of his new dorm room. His hands were sweating and his heart felt as if it was going to explode out of his chest. This was it. He was going to live in this dorm room for the next four years.

"I think that's the last of it," Burt grunted behind him, "still don't know why you need all these clothes but…"

"Dad it's New York," Kurt sighed and looked out the window, "I have to look fabulous."

"Of course," his father rolled his eyes, "Everything is in order, yea?"

"I think so," Kurt turned around, "I got everything I need."

Nodding his father came up to him and gripped his shoulder.

"It's gonna be really quiet at the house," Burt said, "With you and Finn gone. Don't know what me and Carol are going to do."

"I'll be back home for Thanksgiving and Christmas Dad," Kurt grinned, "And I'll be sure to call home at least once every other day."

Burt chuckled, "I know I know…" he shook his head, "it's just…you're my son, Kurt. My baby boy."

Kurt bit his lip and rolled his eyes, "I know," he looked at his father, "I'm really going to miss you, Dad."

Burt hugged his son, "I'm going to miss you too Kurt," he patted his son's back, "but I know you're going to be great."

His father died of a heart attack when he was seventeen but if Ianto was honest with himself his father had died long before then.

"Thanks Dad."

()()()()()()

Kurt's first semester went by in a blur of drawing and craft making. He makes sure to call his Dad and Carole every other day if not every day. Finn called him a couple of times a week as did Mercedes. Rachel invited herself at least once every two weeks to talk about her rising Broadway career.

"I'm sure I'll be discovered soon."

Kurt would just nod, "I'm sure you will, Rachel. I'm sure you will."

However the best part of Kurt's new life was his Blaine. They couldn't see each other every day. Most weeks Kurt was lucky to see his boyfriend once a week.

"Hi!" Kurt pulled Blaine into his dorm and gave him a kiss, "come on in. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Blaine said, "uh my classes are trying to kill me, I swear."

"So are mine," Kurt looked at his somewhat finished painting leaning against the wall, "Don't get me wrong-I love this school. I've never been happier to wake up at six in the morning to go to class but the work!"

Blaine wound his arms around Kurt's waist, "I know. NYU is sweet but if I have to write one more essay I'm going to explode!"

Kurt leaned back into his boyfriends embrace, "Christmas break is coming up," he twisted his head to look at Blaine, "do we know what we're going to do about that?"

"My parents want you and your family to come over to my place-if you guys want."

"I'd like that," Kurt closed his eyes "I like your parents."

"That's good because they like you too," Blaine paused, "I've never seen you draw him before."

Kurt followed Blaine's gaze to his half finished painting.

"He just popped into my mind."

Blaine looked at the man carefully. He had dark brown hair that seemed to be standing up. The stranger had on glasses, a long brown coat, a brown suit, and…red converse shoes. Behind him was planet earth.

"He's a time-lord."

"A time lord," Blaine repeated.

"Yea," Kurt licked his lips, "he travels in the TARDIS all over the universe and helps people…well," he rolled his eyes, "He tries to help anyways."

"I see," Blaine didn't ask anything more, "how about we go get something to eat?"

"Uh," Kurt moved out of his boyfriend's embrace, "we really shouldn't. I've been eating out all this week!" he glared at Blaine, "and I know that you've been eating nothing but pizza, burgers and hot dogs for two weeks now-"

"But they're so tasty and cheap," Blaine whined, "and our kitchen is never clean and I really don't have the time to clean it myself and-"

"Alright I get it, I get it," Kurt grabbed his keys from the table, "how about we go to that Mediterranean place down the street? It's a lot healthier than junk food."

"Sounds great," Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's hand, "let's go."

As they exited the apartment, Blaine looked over his shoulder and to stare at the painting. He wondered if Kurt was getting 'better' or getting 'worst'.

()()()()()()

Kurt's second year at college was stressful. He was drawing/creating non-stop and one of his teachers was a little too in love with psychology. To make matters worse he only saw Blaine once or twice a month.

Closing his eyes Kurt rotated his right hand before putting his pencil down. He stared down at his drawing.

Ianto had never told anybody that he had been friends with Suzie. They didn't broadcast their friendship at the hub. After work they would go to each other's house and talk. Ianto never asked about the glove and Suzie never asked about his fascination with cyber technology.

Suzie looked up from the page, eyes wild. She was leaning over the glove hands on her hips and smirking.

When Suzie had come back to life she had looked into his eyes and nodded. They only got a minute or two alone but neither of them spoke. Suzie just smiled at him and Ianto had raised his eyebrow but that was it. Strangely, it had been enough.

He let his hand trace the glove.

Torchwood.

Closing his sketchbook Kurt got up and picked up his cell phone. He called his Dad and talked to him for a good hour but his eyes kept straying to his sketchbook. The next day Kurt drew Suzie with a white hospital gown.

()()()()()

A day before Kurt's art was going to be shown in an art gallery his school was hosting Blaine stayed with his boyfriend for support.

"Rachel is coming, right?"

Kurt cuddled closer to his boyfriend, "Along with some of her "friends" that she's trying to impress yes she is."

Blaine laughed, "Who else is coming?"

"Well all of my friends will be there," Kurt huffed, "mostly because their work is going to be displayed too but…" he stepped out of Blaine's embrace and stretched, "I'm really nervous about tonight."

"Why?"

Kurt let out a shaky breath,

"There have been rumors that my…benefactor I guess you could say is going to be there."

Blaine stood up, "The person who's paid for you to be here?"

"Exactly!" Kurt ran a nervous hand down his face, "God Blaine what if he hates my artwork? What if-what if he thinks I'm so bad that he takes away my scholarship? I'll have to pay for the last year of school by myself and I don't think I can, most of the scholarship deadlines are done and-"

"Whoa, whoa," Blaine grabbed his boyfriends face and pecked his lips, "hey it's ok sweetheart. It's ok," he tilted Kurt's chin up, "your art is amazing. I'm sure you benefactor will love it."

Kurt nodded and hugged Blaine.

"You're right; of course your right. I'm just really nervous is all."

"That's better," Blaine ran a hand up Kurt's back and wiggled his eyebrows, "lucky for you, I know just what to do to calm you down."

"Oh Blaine," Kurt groaned, "You're such a dork."

"You love it."

"Yea," Kurt fluttered his eyes close, "I do."

()()()()()

Before the gallery opened Mrs. Koppai came up to Kurt,

"I just want to tell you that your benefactor will be here but he's not going to approach you at all."

Kurt blinked, "Oh? I thought that…I don't know, maybe he would want to talk to me or something."

His teacher grinned, "I think the poor man is a little shy to be honest…but he will be here looking at your work," she patted his cheek, "so just be your usual sweet self ok?"

Kurt grinned, "Ok."

All throughout the night neither Blaine nor Rachel once departed from his side. Kurt tried to distract himself by looking at his peer's art or talking to other people but he always kept his eyes opened for something. Several times during the night Kurt felt as if someone was watching him-devouring him but each and every time he turned around he found nothing.

"Mmm," Blaine wound his arms around Kurt's waist, "this was fun," his hand traced Kurt's stomach, "but can we go home now? I'm really, really tired."

"Sure," Kurt said, "your place or my place?"

"Your place," Blaine whispered, "it's a lot closer."

Someone was looking at him. Kurt could feel their gaze traveling up and down his spine.

There were times that Jack would stare at him. Ianto would go and try and hide in the archives but then the camera would follow his every step. It made him nervous. It made him hope. He hated Jack for that.

Kurt turned his head but he didn't see anybody looking at him. Most of the people who had come to the show were gone. All that was left was the students and teachers.

"Did you see him?"

"No. Let's go to my place ok?" As they left Kurt fought the urge to turn back. Nobody was there. It was all in his imagination.

()()()()

Jack needed to see Kurt. He needed to make sure with his own eyes that Kurt was doing well. Sure Jack had hacked into Kurt's computer to make sure the boy was doing well in school and in life; and ok he MIGHT have used public cameras and satellites as well but nobody needed to know that. Certainly not his current team and definitely not the head of UNIT.

Toying with the perception filter around his neck Jack looked at the paintings. Most of them were school assignments-nudes, inanimate objects, sculptures. Kurt had a few drawings of Jack and two of the Doctor with his TARDIS. There were three paintings of Lisa. All three of them had Lisa half-converted. Jack had wanted to hug Kurt. He'd wanted to tell the boy that he'd get rid of all of Ianto's memories so that he wouldn't be haunted but it wasn't possible. Jack did not have the technology to get rid of Ianto's memories. Part of him-as selfish as it was-was happy that Kurt remembered his past life.

"Did you see him?"

Jack watched Blaine with Kurt. He was unnecessarily jealous of Blaine. Jack wished he had acted that way a little more with Ianto when his lover was still alive.

"No. Let's go to my place ok?" Jack stood there and watched them leave. When they disappeared around the corner he left to find an alley. He needed to get back to Torchwood. He needed to get back to his life. Sighing he punched a button on his vortex manipulator and disappeared.

()()()

A few hours before Kurt graduated his boyfriend dropped a bombshell on him.

"What?"

Blaine shook his head, "I said you should move in with me," he grinned, "unless you don't want to?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, no!" he laughed, "I want to it's just-"he paused, "wow." He took a step closer to Blaine, "we're going to be living together. We're going to be living in an apartment in New York City together."

"Yes," Blaine said, "we are."

Taking a deep breath Kurt kissed Blaine, "I almost feel like I'm dreaming."

Blaine ran a hand down his boyfriend's back, "Why?"

"This is what I've wanted since high school," Kurt sniffed, "this is what I envisioned when we both came here and not it's here and-" he laughed, "I can't believe it!"

"Believe it," Blaine pulled something from his pocket, "here. I already got you a key and everything."

Kurt took the key and stared at it.

"Blaine I'd love to move in with!" he jumped up and down before hugging his boyfriend, "Oh my God this is going to be great! I can't wait to tell my Dad, and Carole, and Finn and all my friends!"

"Tell us what?"

Burt came into the apartment.

"Dad!" Kurt ran to his father, "Blaine just asked me to move in with him!"

"Oh that's great!" Carole stepped behind his father, "That's wonderful Kurt!" she turned to her husband, "isn't that great sweetheart?"

Burt blinked and smiled a little, "Yea. Congratulations kid. When are you moving in?"

"Tomorrow!"

"That soon?"

"Yes!" Kurt shouted, "At 8am!"

"Isn't that a little too early?" Burt asked.

"Of course Dad; it should only take us a few hours to pack all of my things. I'll need to rest of the day to decorate it and everything!"

Lisa had been the one to decorate their flat. Ianto didn't know anything about wallpapers, or paint, or anything so he'd let his girlfriend decorate their home to her taste.

Kurt sighed and looked at his boyfriend,

"This is going to be great."

()()()()()

It had been almost a year since Kurt had moved in with Blaine. It had taken them a couple of months to get used to each other's habits but once Kurt learned not to mess with Blaine's organization system and Blaine learned not to leave his clothes all over the apartment everything was working out great.

"No," Kurt moaned in his sleep, "Lisa…Lisa, no. Run…Run…I won't shoot her. I won't shoot her."

Blaine woke up to his boyfriend mumblings.

"Kurt?"

"Don't make me…" Kurt was crying in his sleep, "Don't…don't…"

"Wake up," Blaine shook him, "Kurt come on wake up."

Shouting his boyfriend fell out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Blaine got up and walked to the door.

"Hey," he could hear Kurt throwing up, "I'm coming in alright?"

Opening the door Blaine went to kneel next to Kurt and started rubbing his back. Kurt was spitting into the toilet, face pale. After he was done heaving Kurt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and reached for Blaine with his other hand. Blaine stood but didn't let go of Kurt's hand.

"I'm going to get you a glass of water ok?"

"Yea."

Still holding onto his boyfriend's hand Blaine grabbed the glass near the sink and filled it with water.

"Here," he knelt back down and allowed Kurt to lean on him, "little sips ok?"

After sipping a little bit of water Kurt pushed the glass away.

"They shot her," he cried, "They shot her in front of me."

"Oh Kurt," Blaine hugged his boyfriend and kissed his forehead, "it's ok."

"I couldn't shoot her," he looked up at Blaine, "I loved her-I loved her. I would have done anything for her," Kurt's eyes gleamed, "I would do anything for you too sweetheart."

Blaine shivered. That sentence made his blood run cold.

"That's sweet," Blaine put the glass back on the sink before attempting to stand up with Kurt, "come on-let's go back to bed. I have to go to school tomorrow and you have to go to work."

"I love you Blaine," Kurt murmured into his neck, "I loved her…I loved him too," Blaine tense, "but I think I love you the best."

()()()()

At the age of 28, Kurt and Blaine decided to get married.

"Kurt that's wonderful!" Carole exclaimed over the phone, "who proposed?"

Ianto had thought a million times about how to propose to Lisa. The cybermen took her before he could even pick out the ring.

"Neither of us," Kurt looked down at the ring in his hand, "we were just talking around town, stopped in front of a jewelry store started joking around and next thing I know we're inside buying each other rings and calling our parents."

"I see," Carole laughed, "well all the same, I'm happy for you as is your father and Finn," she paused, "has Blaine called his parents?"

"Yea," Kurt sighed, "they're very happy for us."

"Have you guys set a date?"

"During the fall-Mid October I think."

"Kurt, that's seven months away!"

"I know," Kurt said, "it's not a lot of time but I'm sure we can pull it off."

"I'm sure you can Kurt," Carole chuckled, "I think I better go check on your father. He went into your room after he handed the phone to me and hasn't gone back out. I think he's having a little bit of that "my baby is all grown" up moment."

"Alright," Kurt said, "I'll call you guys later on alright?"

Kurt hung up the phone. He lifted his hand and touched the ring Blaine had given him.

Jack had laughed about their silly wedding traditions.

"Hey you," Blaine walked up to him a huge smile on his face, "how did it go?"

"Well Dad and Carole were happy," Kurt shrugged, "although Carole said that Dad might be having a moment."

"A moment?"

"I think I just reminded him that I'm no longer his baby boy that wanted some high heel shoes."

Blaine laughed, "I see."

"What did your parents say?"

"Mom started crying and saying something about my baby blanket. Dad was happy too, I think," Blaine shook his head, "I still think he's mad at me for "stepping down" from the company."

"You were never in a position of power in your father's company though."

"Doesn't matter," Blaine rolled his eyes, "I mean he's happy for us of course but I don't think he's done being angry with me."

"He'll get over," Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek, "I say that by the time our wedding comes around he'll be fine."

"Probably," Blaine moved further into the living room, "I was thinking about ordering some pizza. What do you think?"

Ianto couldn't ever really eat pizza again. Every time he even smelled it, all he could think about was Lisa lying dead on the floor, blood pouring out of her, wires sparking-

Kurt shook his head and rubbed his stomach.

"As long as it's vegetarian and thin crust yes," Kurt followed his fiancé.

()()()()

The day of the wedding Kurt woke up in a hotel alone. Blaine had insisted on sleeping in separate rooms the night before they married. Kurt had been against it but caved in at the last minute. He could never deny Blaine anything.

Lisa had him wrapped around his finger. Jack only needed to look at him and Ianto would give in.

Closing his eyes Kurt stumbled out of bed shivering. Today was his big day. October 15th.

The stomping of metal boots-the smell of blood the sight of Jack kissing Gwen the feel of the bomb in his hands

Someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Kurt." His father answered.

"Hold on," Kurt grabbed his robe and slipped it on before opening the door. Burt smiled at him before going into the room.

"Just woke up?"

"Yea," Kurt rubbed a hand down his chest, "I did."

"Sleep well?"

Kurt bit his lip and shrugged, "I slept ok."

Burt chuckled,

"Nervous?"

Kurt started nodding but stopped.

"Not really," he sat down on his bed, "I'm happy, Dad…I'm happy that I'm marrying Blaine. I've wanted to marry him for so long," his voice cracked, "I love him so much and-"he started to cry. Burt stood up and pulled Kurt into a hug.

"I've been having those nightmares again," Kurt whimpered, "every fucking year I have nightmares," he gasped, "I was hoping-I am hoping that if I get married on this day maybe-maybe it'll stop."

Burt's heart ached,

"Oh kid-"

"It's not as bad as it once was," Kurt said in a rush, "remember? When I was still living with you I would spent the first 15 days unable to sleep?"

Burt nodded.

"It's only a couple of days now but it still hurts," Kurt shuddered, "I feel like I'm-like I'm there," his voice sounded distant, "I feel the bomb in my hands-I feel it exploding against my chest and-"

"Shh," Burt rubbed his hands up and down his son's back, "it's ok, it's ok…they're just dreams Kurt."

"No they're not," Kurt's spoke with an accent, "I died…I died Dad. I died after I watched him kiss her and I hated him and I hated her and-"

Burt grabbed his son's face and forced it back so that he could look into Kurt's eyes.

"Snap out of it kid," he took a deep breath, "they're just nightmares Kurt. They're nightmares," he brushed Kurt's hair back, "you're ok. You're here to get married to Blaine and you are going to have a great life with him ok?"

Kurt blinked, "Yea…yea ok," he laughed and stepped back from his father, "Sorry about that. I didn't actually sleep that well," he sighed, "but that's ok. I think the excitement of the day is going to keep me awake."

"That's good," Burt cleared his throat, "does Blaine know about-"

"Of course Dad," Kurt said, "it's kind of hard to keep my nightmares/night terrors a secret when he's sleeping right next to me."

Burt coughed, "I see."

"It's fine," Kurt waved his hand, "everything is fine. In a couple of hours I'm going to get married to the man of my dreams and everything will be fine."

"Of course," Burt said his grin a little strained, "everything will be fine."

()()()()(()

"Do you Blaine take Kurt to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Ianto had imagined their wedding for years. Watching Lisa walk down the aisle with her father, her white dress trailing behind her-

"I do."

Lisa had wanted to have a big wedding. Ianto had wanted to have a small one but he knew that he'd eventually give into Lisa. He couldn't say no.

"And do you, Kurt Hummel take Blaine to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I can't wait to become your wife Ianto Jones

"I do."

Blaine sniffled and wiped a tear off his cheek.

"I know pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss."

Kurt trembled as he reached for his husband, his arms looping around Blaine's neck.

I'll always love you, Lisa.

"I'll always love you, Blaine." Kurt whispered into his husband's ear, "always."

()()()()

Despite wearing the perception filter Jack knew it was risky to be at Kurt's wedding. He was pretty sure that nobody would see him.

"I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss."

Blaine was crying and Kurt looked happy; happier than Ianto had ever looked in the time that Jack had known him.

There was applause from everybody. Jack leaned against the wall staring at Kurt. It was hard for him to see Kurt as…well as Kurt. Sometimes Jack would look at the younger man and all he'd see is Ianto. All he wanted to do is run to him, hug him, fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness but then he would remember that this man-this boy wasn't his Ianto.

Biting his lips Jack watched as Kurt and Blaine walked down the aisle. He stayed behind until everybody had left the room. Closing his eyes he grabbed the perception filter around his neck before disappearing in a beam of light.

()()()()()

When Kurt turned 32 Blaine dropped a bomb on him.

"I want to have children."

Kurt chocked on his piece of toast.

"What?"

Blaine was vibrating in his seat.

"I think we're ready-I mean my job pays well. You're job pays well. We've been married for a few years-"

"Ok I get that," Kurt said, "but…how long have you've been thinking about this? About having a kid?"

"A while," Blaine flushed, "for a couple of years actually."

"You've never said anything."

Ianto was glad that Lisa never brought children up. He loved his niece and nephew but Ianto doubted that he'd be a good father.

"Well…you've never talked about having children."

Gwen would sometimes talk about having a child. Ianto had wanted to scoff and had bitten his tongue so as to not to insult her. Torchwood and children didn't mix. Captain Jack and children didn't mix.

"I," Kurt laughed, "We'll have to talk about this a little bit more but-"

Sometimes Ianto wondered what it would have been like-marrying Lisa. Sometimes he even wondered what a child of theirs have looked like.

"But we can?" Blaine said smile wide, "we can adopt-or we can use a surrogate; whatever you want."

Ianto had found out about Alice and Steven by accident. He never told Jack that he knew about his family.

"Yes," Kurt whispered as something warm coiled in his stomach, "we can."

()()()()()

They had talked about it for months. Finally after six months of talking Blaine sat Kurt down.

"I have our donor and our surrogate."

"Do tell."

Blaine grinned.

"Santana wants to be our donor."

Kurt's jaw dropped.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What's wrong with Santana?"

"Look Blaine," Kurt said, "I know you guys are…close but-how did she even agree to this?"

Blaine shrugged, "She said that she doesn't want to be a mother but that she doesn't want to deprive the world of her genes so-"

"Of course," Kurt blew out a breath, "Of course," he smiled, "it could be worst. Who is going to be our surrogate?"

"My cousin Mary-you've met her-"Kurt shuddered and nodded, "I asked her about it months ago. She said she would be ok with being the surrogate as long as the egg wasn't hers so…"

Kurt grinned, "Now we just need to-"

"I want you to be the sperm donor."

Again Kurt was speechless.

"I just…for the first time," Blaine shrugged, "Santana said she'd love to bless us with her spawn," he bit his lip, "the next one can have my DNA but…"

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

Lisa had told him often how much she loved him. Jack never told him anything.

Kurt sniffled and wiped a tear off his cheek, "I love you too."

()()()()()

Mary jokingly threaten to kill Kurt the first couple of months of her pregnancy. When her fifth month rolled around she chased Kurt around his house and out into the street with a baseball bat. After that incident it was decided that Mary could not be left alone with Kurt. A week before Mary's due date Brittany called them,

"The water broke," she told them, "I think the baby is tired of being in there. Santana and I are taking her to the hospital." With that said she hung up. Kurt grabbed the bags they had packed while Blaine kept staring at the phone, his whole body shaking.

"Blaine we need to go." Kurt pulled at his husbands arm.

"Oh my God…oh my God Kurt this is it! This is it!"

"Yes it is," Kurt directed Blaine outside, "breathe sweetheart."

"I am!" Blaine said panting.

Once they were in the car Blaine kept talking about everything they were going to do once the baby was born. Kurt listened quietly.

Rhy's talked about having a family with Gwen. He'd ask Ianto about maternity leave and if Jack would allow it. Ianto had smiled and told him that they could work something out and bit his tongue so as to not tell Rhy's that his wife was most likely going to bear him Jack's son.

"-but seriously, they can't date until they're like in college-maybe not even then."

Kurt hummed and pulled into a parking space. Blaine looked at him,

"We're going to be parents."

Torchwood and children didn't mix.

"Yea…we are."

()()()()()()

"He's so tiny," Blaine murmured cradling their newborn son. Kurt stood at the door twisting his hands, "hey baby boy," Blaine turned his head to look at his husband.

"Come here," he bounced the baby a little. Trembling Kurt went to stand next to Blaine.

"Do you want to hold him? You didn't really get to at the hospital."

Ianto didn't see his nephew until he was six months old. He didn't meet Mica until she was nearly two.

"I'm," Kurt licked his lips, "I'm scared I'll drop him or something."

"You won't," Blaine smiled, "come on."

Nodding Kurt held out his arms. Carefully Blaine placed their son into his arms. The baby flailed a little but soon calmed down. Kurt laughed a little.

"Hi Carwyn," Kurt took hold of his son's hand, "hi."

"He looks like you," Blaine hooked his chin over Kurt's shoulder, "I think he has your eyes."

Carwyn opened his eyes a little.

Ianto had been terrified when his sister deposited his nephew onto his lap. He was sure that he would do something to hurt him.

"Is-is someone coming over today?"

"I think Rachel is coming over. Your parents are going to be here tomorrow and my parents are going to be here the day after that. Oh and Santana and Brittany are also coming tomorrow."

"Are they?"

"Yep," Blaine chuckled, "Brittany sounded really excited."

"I'm sure she is," Kurt whispered.

"Are you crying?" Blaine asked.

"I never thought I would have this," Kurt's voice became distant, "Lisa and I never talked about children."

Blaine froze.

"I had a niece and nephew. I loved them but I couldn't be with them."

"Kurt."

"Jack has a family," Carwyn yawned. Kurt ran his finger down his son's nose, "a daughter and a grandson."

"A grandson?"

"He's immortal," Blaine stood in front of his husband. "Always dies but he doesn't stay dead," Kurt's voice shook a little, "it hurt. It hurt to see him die, it killed me-"

Blaine placed a kiss on Kurt's lips. After a second Kurt responded.

"Are you ok?"

Kurt looked down at their son, "I'm just a little overwhelmed. We have a son, Blaine. We have our baby."

Relieved Blaine took Carwyn, "Yea we do."

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment.

"Thank you," he said, "thank you."

Blaine placed Carwyn in his crib, "For what?"

Kurt hugged him from behind and kissed his neck.

"For being you. For being with me. For giving me this life," his voice went soft, "I would do anything for you and our son," Blaine tried not to shake, "anything."

"I know," Blaine answered, "I know."

()()()()()()

Three weeks before Carwyn turned two, Kurt got a phone call from a publishing company. They wanted to publish the comic he had been working on for the past 10 years.

"I can-yea I can get the draft to you in a month," he grinned, "no thank you!"

He hung up the phone and shouted, "BLAINE!" he waited a second before yelling again, "BLAINE!"

"Shh!" his husband came down the stairs, "Carwyn just fell asleep!"

"Sorry sorry," Kurt twirled Blaine around, "I got it Blaine! I finally got it!"

"That's great," Blaine said confused, "you finally got what?"

Kurt led Blaine to the couch. He took a deep breath.

"Ok…so you know how I've been working on that comic book for the past few years?"

Blaine's eye twitched. He was not a fan of Kurt's comic.

"Yes?"

"Empire Star publishing company wants to publish it," Blaine's eyes went wide, "I know I had the same reaction!"

"That's great!" Blaine's enthusiasm was sincere but his smile is forced, "I know you wanted to publish it."

Kurt sighed and pulled Blaine closer to him until his husbands head was resting on his shoulder,

"I know you don't like my comic," Blaine didn't say anything, "I know it makes you nervous."

"He's in it," Blaine spits out, "he's practically in every page," he kneels down in front of Kurt, "I still don't understand how you can draw him after what happened."

After Lisa, Ianto had seen Jack as his shadow. When Jack came back Ianto realized that he was the shadow not Jack.

"This comic helped me," Kurt said, "You know that. Writing and drawing this comic has-it's given me peace in a way."

Blaine nodded, "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"Sometimes I dream about him," Blaine whispered, "I dream about him-I dream about guns and-I don't know. But it's bad."

Ianto doubted he would he see his 30th birthday. He was Torchwood. There was no such thing as retirement for them.

"Still," Blaine stood up and kissed Kurt's forehead, "if it makes you happy…and if it helps you than ok," he shrugged, "just be…be careful ok?"

When Ianto still worked for Torchwood 1, an employee betrayed the agency-betrayed Ms. Hartman. Ianto saw him being dragged into the bowels of the tower. A week later he was asked to come up with a cover story.

"I'm always careful," Kurt replied with a smile, "could you hand me the phone? I have to call my dad."

()()()()()

A year after receiving that phone call Kurt's comic was published. Kurt had dropped a copy of it in Blaine's lap before rushing off with Carwyn settled on his hip.

"I promised to go and give a copy to Rachel!" he said, "Tell me what you think when I come back."

That said Kurt went out to the door with their son. It took Blaine a good five minutes to even look down at the comic. A man with blue eyes and black hair stared back at him holding a coffee cup with a hexagon printed on it. Blaine ran his hand over the title-3. Blaine had never really read the comic; he had skimmed it on occasion but he'd never read it. Hand shaking he turned to the first page.

The same man from the cover was there, preparing coffee. Blaine read the introduction.

"People disappeared every second, every hour of every day in every city."

Blaine swallowed.

"Cardiff was no different."

The man in the comic opened the door in the back of the coffee shop. He was greeted by an Asian woman.

"Maybe people went missing in Cardiff more often than in any other city."

The Asian woman led the man down some stone stairs.

"But nobody ever thought much of it."

"You always make the best coffee," said the Asian woman. The man inclined his head and smiled.

"And that's just how the members of 3 liked it."

For the next hour Blaine read his husband's comic. After he was done he got up and went to his husband's office or as Kurt called it his art room. Blaine sat down in the middle of the room and looked at the stacks of painting to his right. The first one portrayed a man Kurt called the Doctor. He wore a long trench coat, a brown suit and red converse. In his hand was what Kurt called a sonic screwdriver. Behind him was the universe. Biting his lip Blaine carefully moved the painting to the side. The next one showed a woman Kurt called Suzie. On her right hand was a huge metal glove that seem to glow black.

"I've been drawing her since I was in elementary school."

Blaine didn't turn around. Kurt sighed and moved to sit next to Blaine.

"Where's Carwyn?"

"He refused to leave Rachel's place so I left him there. She promised to have him back before his bedtime."

Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him.

"Suzie?"

"Suzie Costello," Kurt said, "brilliant but murderous."

"Does it really make you feel better?"

Kurt stood up and moved aside several portraits until he reached a painting of Ianto. He was done in black and white but his eyes shone blue. Behind him was a million hexagons.

"When was the last time I had a really bad nightmare?"

Blaine frowns and thinks, "It…" he smiles when the answer comes to him, "Almost a year."

Kurt nodded, "Sometimes I still dream about them," he said, "but the dreams don't make me want to throw myself out of a window."

"That's good."

"I think…" Kurt sat back down next to his husband, "I think I'm finally getting over it."

()()()()()

The comic had landed on Jack's desk a month before it hit the stores. Seconds after receiving it UNIT had called to demand an explanation. Jack had made something up and hung up. He then stared at Ianto-and it WAS Ianto staring back at him from that cover page. Kurt was in trouble. Shoving the comic into his pocket Jack started calling in favors from both friends and enemies. He had to work fast. If he didn't UNIT or another Torchwood branch would try to get to Kurt. Jack couldn't allow that to happen.

Five hours later UNIT was pissed and the rest of Torchwood was suspicious but Jack didn't care. It had been decided that he would 'monitor' Kurt to make sure that no secrets would be divulged. Jack had read the comic. When he was done he swallowed a sob. Yes it had to do with aliens. Yes it was very similar to Torchwood but Kurt mentioned no real cases and none of the aliens he had encountered as Ianto.

Laughing he put the comic book away in his personal safe.

"Oh Ianto," Jack whispered, "my Ianto…still as brilliant as ever.

It had been years since Jack had last seen Kurt but that didn't mean Jack didn't think about him at least once a day. That didn't mean that Jack didn't occasionally hack into Kurt's computer to see what was going on with him. It was just better for Jack to remain in Cardiff and Kurt in New York.

Jack loved Ianto. Jack was also fond of Kurt. However, Kurt loved Blaine and was living the life he deserved. The least Jack could do was stay away. Smiling Jack placed the comic in his personal safe along with the picture of Ianto.

"I love you, Ianto."

()()()()()

A year after Kurt released his comic Blaine stumbled upon another comic his husband drew. "3" was action packed, witty and occasionally dark. The book in Blaine's hand was gruesome and full of poison. On the cover page was a large "T". Swallowing he continued to skim through the comic. There was blood and death in nearly every page. After watching a man coughing up rose petals Blaine dropped the comic on Kurt's desk.

"I'm not going to publish that one."

Kurt came up behind him a smile on his lips.

"Oh?"

"It's too real," Blaine tried not to think about that, "I would get in trouble," Kurt took his husband's face into his hands, "I don't want you or Carwyn to get in trouble."

"Then why-"

"If I draw it, I don't dream it."

Kurt hadn't had any nightmares since the other comic was released. Not even in October and not in May.

"I don't even look at it," Kurt touched the comic but didn't pick it up, "I just draw and then go."

Nodding Blaine gave his husband a kiss.

"It's almost two," Kurt said, "you promised Carwyn to pick him up today."

"Alright," Blaine gave him a kiss, "have you cooked dinner yet?"

Kurt shook his head.

"How about we eat out tonight?"

"Depends," Kurt grinned, "where do you want to go?"

"That Chinese place?"

Laughing Kurt rolled his eyes, "Of course."

Blaine knocked his shoulder into Kurt's, "I know you love their hot and sour soup."

"It's good." Kurt patted Blaine's ass, "now go on pick up your son."

"I'll be back in thirty."

After Blaine's car roared away Kurt turned his attention to the comic lying in front of him. Closing his eyes he shoved it into a desk drawer. Letting out a breath Kurt opened his eyes and sat down at his desk. Biting his lip he unlocked another drawer. Inside was a single sketch; one Kurt had drawn when Blaine and Carwyn were both out of the house. One he wouldn't dare show Blaine. Despite knowing that he's alone in the house Kurt looked around the room before staring down at the drawing.

Jack stared back. Trembling Kurt traced the older man's face with his finger. He had been telling the truth when he told Blaine that he'd not had any nightmares this past year.

I love you

But Kurt had other dreams.

I love you

Blaine didn't remember what happened in the days they went missing so long ago in Cardiff. Kurt lied when he said he didn't either.

I love you

A year ago Kurt started getting flashes of memories. Jack was in all of them.

I love you.

There was one memory that stuck with Kurt.

I love you

Jack was kneeling in front of him crying. Kurt was wearing the coat.

Love the coat

And then Jack had said it.

I love you

Kurt didn't want to believe it at first but after a while he started to remember more and more. True he didn't remember anything of importance. He didn't know if he had been taking to Torchwood. He didn't know who else was there but he remembered Jack's touches and kisses. He remembered feeling loved by Jack-if only for a second.

Chuckling Kurt takes the drawing and kisses it.

"I loved you Jack," he whispered. Kurt put the drawing away and looked out the window. For the first time in his life the memories inside Kurt felt at peace.

A/N-So this is the 3rd time I've re-written this epilogue. Not 100% happy with it but I like it still. And so ends this story. Finally. This story came to me last year. The original plot was going to be for Kurt to regain his memories as soon as Ianto died. Except, the memories would be at the forefront so Kurt would become Ianto. Except…that meant that Kurt would regain his memories when he was 10 and that would be traumatizing. Even if he regained his memories when he was 16 it would have still be bad. So…I changed it. It makes more sense this way I think anyways. Tell me what you think.