AN: The final chapter is here! I had heaps of things I wanted to write in this and in the end I decided to cut it down heaps and just stick to the few main points at the start. I have a whole lot of ideas put away for this story if I choose to continue it(which I will put down at the end so I don't ruin this for you). I'd like to say thank you so much for your support and reviews, it's truly meant a lot to me having my work noticed by people. I have never finished a story before so I am hoping this is a good finish and you guys enjoy it just as much as I do. I will be starting a new story soon which you can read about at the end. Once again, thank you so very muchly, I am truly blessed. I'd also like to thank TheMuse19, my beta, who also has fics of her own on here so check them out!

Yes, yes I did change my pen name. I've gone from 'itsneverjustastory' to 'capturingme'

You can find me on Tumblr under 'capturing-me' :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Blaine, Burt, Kurt, Mecedes, Rachel, Finn, Wes

One year later.

"Kurt, babe, where are you?" Blaine called through the house. Now three days a week – unless Kurt had a show – he would babysit Belle whilst Blaine worked, Quinn would babysit three more and he always took Sundays off now so he always made sure he had a full day for Belle.

"Kitchen!" Kurt called back. A giggle echoed along the hall with his voice.

As Blaine entered the kitchen he was greeted with Belle at the table finger painting and Kurt behind the counter stirring a pot. "Mmm, what's for dinner? Smells wonderful." He kissed the top of Belle's head before walking behind Kurt, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his shoulder.

"Spaghetti Bologonese," Kurt tilted his head and kissed Blaine's nose. "How was work?"

Ever since Blaine started dating Kurt he had gradually started to open up about his sexuality around his workplace. Kurt had told him that if anyone left because of his sexuality then they weren't worth his hard work anyway. He had lost quite a few patients but at the same time he had gained quite a few more. Who knew that New Yorkers were looking for a gay-friendly doctor?

"It was great. Mrs. Loots said to say hello and she hopes you're well," he replied before going back to Belle, looking at her paintings. As he checked them out he continued to talk to Kurt. "So.. I've been thinking.. instead of having to come back and forth to mine all the time.. why don't you move in?" He paused "I mean.. we could go to yours but there isn't enough room for Belle.. we've been together for a year and practically live together anyway.. would save a lot of time.."

Kurt turned the stove off and turned around to Blaine. "You want me to move in?" he asked, walking over to the table and started piling up some of the dried paintings.

"Yeah.. I do.. I want to live together."

"Blaine love.. I would love to but with work.. it's such a long commute and I have late nights and mornings.. it's just hard to travel so far when I have the access to my apartment so close…" Kurt covered Blaine's hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you; I love Belle; I wish it were easy to say yes but for all the other aspects of my life, my apartment is in the right place."

"So you do want to live with me?

"Blaine, love, I practically do half the week," Kurt leant over and kissed Blaine's cheek. "I love living with you."

"Then we'll get a new place.. together."

Kurt ran his hand along the dark granite counter, thinking about the last few weeks. A week ago Blaine and Kurt had closed on their new house for their new house only a short commute from the main city. Kurt kept his apartment for late nights out. He even decided his parents could stay there when they visited, though the new house was big and would fit multiple guests at once. Kurt smiled to himself, stepping around some boxes. They'd packed up Blaine's house and most of his things from the apartment, which now looked pretty bare and would need redecorating, and moved in as soon as they could. For the last six days they'd worked nonstop, painting and moving, just to get it all together. Kurt took one last glance around the kitchen. It had dark wooden floors, white cabinets, a window looking out the backyard, a dishwasher, oven, stove and fridge. Kurt leant against the door frame smiling to himself; this would be the place he would make cookies with Belle and hand Blaine his lunch for the day. He wanted to make this the heart of the house, just like his mother had when he was a child. Sighing, he left the room and began exploring the rest of the house.

When they started moving in, Blaine and Kurt had attacked Belle's room first. They wanted her to have a place to go that was ready for her, so that she could settle in instead of having a half-finished room. They'd painted the room pink, just like her old one, and accented it with white. She had a new trundle bed with a drawer underneath, when pulled open there was a secondary bed for when Belle had friends over. Kurt had painted an Alice in Wonderland-inspired mural on her wall, with a rabbit under a tree and castle in the background. He wanted Belle to still feel like a princess in her room, but wanted something she could grow with. Blaine had bought her new storage and lined it across one side of the room; above it Kurt had put framed photos of Emma, Blaine and himself with Belle as well as a classic Cinderella poster he had found on Ebay. Blaine's favourite part of the room was the hanging chair they'd put in the corner near all her books. He had begged Kurt to put one in their room but only received a pat on his shoulder at the idea. Blaine had spent time every night curled up in the swinging chair with Belle on his lap and a new book. He'd rock her slowly until she fell asleep, then move her to her bed.

They had also decorated two guest bedrooms together, wanting to get them out of the way so they could focus on the bigger rooms. The first room they had painted yellow, giving it a nice summer feel. Kurt added browns and whites to complement it. They had found an old dresser to which they had to added new handles, but it made a great focal point in the room. In the other guest bedroom they had simply put up brown textured wallpaper on the feature wall and painted the rest white and placed storage against one wall. Kurt had dressed the bed, placed some flowers in the room and put an old rocking horse in the corner to add something playful to the room. Kurt and Blaine had both secretly been watching each other as they put it together, silently agreeing that maybe one day this would be a nursery instead.

There was a bathroom next to Belle's room and close to the two guest bedrooms. Blaine had confessed that he hated showering when he was Belle's age, always wanted to run in the dirt and out of fear Kurt had made sure the room was perfect for the little girl. He was not looking forward to the day Belle no longer liked bathing if she decided to take after Blaine. As it was closest to Belle's room they had painted it pink and added a funky square design. They wanted her to think of it as her own, though it was one everyone used, and had made sure to put a big tub and some fun bins which she could use for her dirty clothes.

Their living room was still a bit of a mess. Like most of the house, it had dark wooden flooring. They had painted the walls a light grey and added white to complement it. Half of the room was taken up by the dining table, still wrapped up and unusable. The other half had Kurt's old white couches on Blaine's old rug amd a new entertainment system. Kurt's favourite part was the square box in the middle of the room which looked like it matched the couches. You could lift the top of it and inside were a whole lot of Belle's toys.

Kurt walked up the hallway, humming to his and Blaine's bedroom where he could hear his boyfriend and Belle laughing. Opening the door, Kurt was greeted by them stretched out on Kurt's old bed, Blaine in the process of tickling Belle. Blaine and Kurt's room was full of warm colours, yellow tones with greens and reds throughout the room. Blaine and Kurt were really lucky about their room; it had multiple attachments to it. On one side were two doors. One was to a walk-in closet, not too big but enough to move about with two people in there. It held both Kurt and Blaine's clothes and a bench in the closet. The other door on that wall led into the adjoining bathroom holding a large tub and shower-head as well as two sinks and counters for both Blaine and Kurt to use. Back in the bedroom in one corner, they had set up the biggest loveseat Blaine and Kurt could find with a matching foot-rest and a bookstand in the shape of a tree. Above the seat were frames full with their favourite photos of family, friends and most of all, each other.

The only room that hadn't at least been started was the study; Kurt was leaving that all up to Blaine as it was mostly going to be used by him. The only thing Kurt knew about it was the fact Blaine was putting frames somewhere in the room. He had asked Kurt to buy as many frames as he could next week.

"Come on you two," Kurt clapped his hands together, making the pair look up at him."I think we should go take a dip in the pool; what about you?"

Belle greeted him with a hyper scream and Blaine started bouncing up and down on the bed. Kurt laughed and ran his hand over his neck. It was going to be an adventure living full time with the Andersons.

A week before Kurt and Blaine's three-year anniversary

Blaine sat with Belle on his bed chewing his lips. "Listen Princess..." Kurt said to the seven-year-old "I have something important to ask you."

"Am I in trouble?" Belle asked, blinking up at her father as she settled next to him. Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Is there something you did wrong?" Blaine paused, watching Belle's eyes widen and shake her hair quickly. He filed that away to deal with later. He knew when his daughter was hiding something. "No, that's not it." Blaine took a deep breath. "I want to ask you what you think if I asked Kurt to marry me."

Kurt and Blaine's three-year anniversary

Kurt sighed as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He couldn't believe he had rehearsal on today of all days and that it had gone late. He had been hoping to have dinner with Blaine, to celebrate their day together whilst Belle was over at a friend's. But of course not, fate had other plans. He just hoped Blaine wouldn't be upset with him.

"Babe I'm home!" Kurt called out as he stepped into their house and closed the door behind him. He stepped into the living room, dropping his bag when he saw a simple candle lit in the hallway. Curious, Kurt walked up to the candle and found a note on the floor. 'Don't freak out. The house won't burn down.' Kurt laughed because that was exactly what he was thinking as he stepped forward and found another candle half-way to their door. He found a second note. 'I missed you.' Kurt blushed, looking around him. "Blaine, this is awfully romantic. Where are you?" he called out again. When he got no answer, he decided to play Blaine's game and walk to the front of their door where another candle was sitting. 'Please stay calm, and come inside.' Kurt raised an eyebrow before he pushed their bedroom door open. He straight away gasped as he was greeted with his bedroom covered in a warm glow from multiple candles placed around. Sitting at the end of their bed was Blaine holding a large sketch pad. He was dressed up in suit pants, a shirt, vest, dress shoes and Kurt's favourite blue bowtie. He looked breathtaking.

"You know... I'd yell at you about a fire if you weren't being so romantic," Kurt smiled, leaning against the door frame.

"Well, I'm glad you're not yelling at me," Blaine winked at Kurt, standing up with the sketch book in hand. "Now, pay attention beautiful." Blaine lifted his free hand and must have pressed a button on their iPod dock player because violin music started filling the air.

Kurt flushed as he watched Blaine turn the cover of the sketch book over and began to look over the page with Blaine's handwriting. He read it out loud.

"We've been together for three years," Kurt read. Blaine changed the page. "I haven't seen you for 1 day, 3 hours, 17 minutes and 7 seconds." Kurt laughed softly. He had to spend the night at his apartment last night with his rehearsals running so late. Blaine quickly changed the page a few times; Kurt read along. "8 seconds, 9 seconds.. 10 seconds.. Yes Blaine I get the point." They both laughed. Kurt watched Blaine blush and turn the page for him to read out. "But I don't want to spend another second without you," Kurt read, his chest feeling warm and his smile soft. "Blaine.." he said quietly,, "I'm not going anywhere." Blaine smiled and motioned to the sketch book, telling him to read on. "Even though you annoy me.." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I annoy you?" Blaine quickly changed the page. "You make me listen to Justin Beiber... You steal my covers... You insist Zac Efron is hotter than Taylor Lautner." Kurt hummed at that. Blaine changed the page again. "But with all your flaws, you are more real to me," he read out. Blaine continued to turn the pages. "I love you... I love you for believing in me, in Belle. I love you for making me a better person, a better father, a better man." Kurt blinked back tears, his voice coming out thick with emotion. "I love you for sacrificing for Belle and me, for accepting us as a team. For being the one that opened me up and showed me I had to let love in again... to show Belle what true happiness is." Kurt sniffed, leaning heavily against the door for support. Blaine turned to the last page. "I love you for trusting me, for reading all this. Now I have one question."

Blaine put the sketch book down on the bed and turned back to Kurt. He closed the gap between them, smiling nervously at Kurt as he dropped down onto one knee. Kurt's hand flew to his mouth as his breath hitched, his eyes widened and heart raced. Blaine pulled a small box out of his back pocket and held it up to Kurt. He opened it to reveal a ring with a sapphire heart in the middle of several small diamonds. Blaine spoke for the first time that day as Kurt shook with giddiness.

"Will you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, marry me?"

11 months later.

Kurt paced back and forth in his room as his bridemaids finished their hair and makeup. He looked down at the words written down in front of him, the words that spilled his heart out for the world to hear. Something was still wrong; something was missing, and he only had 30 more minutes until he had to walk down the aisle and become an Anderson.

Blaine was in a similar state in his room, though he was waiting on his groomsmen to get ready. He was too hyper, to excited for what was about to happen. Finally the moment was here and he couldn't let anything go wrong. He wished Belle could be with him right now, give him a final kiss and hug but she was busy getting ready as the flower girl.

They'd hired out a country club for the wedding, with one main venue room for the reception, several rooms for the wedding party to get ready in, as well as the garden for the wedding ceremony. The garden was in full bloom, the grass freshly mowed and lined with rows of white seats parted by a small dirt pathway. Blaine and Kurt would be wed under an archway, covered in vines and flowers, by Lisa, their celebrant.

After countless hours of planning Kurt had finally picked out their colour scheme to consist of whites, greys and purples. Each seat in the garden had purples bows on it; the invitations had been light grey with white and purple accents. Inside the reception room there were light purple tablecloths covering each table, flower pieces in the middle; ribbons and flowers decorated the walls.

When Kurt had walked Belle through the room earlier she had squealed at everything; when Kurt asked if she liked it she proceeded to say it was like magic. Kurt had squeezed her hand and taken her back to get ready.

Kurt sighed heavily as he fixed his tie and turned to his wedding party. His wedding party was sure interesting to look at. In front of the dressing table was Alice, fixing her light purple wig that she'd spent all morning cutting into a bob. Kurt had to admit it did wonders for her jaw line. Walking out of the bathroom was Mercedes, towing Rachel along behind her with perfectly styled hair. Kurt ran eyes over each girl's outfit, seeing if anything was missing. Each girl was wearing a light grey dress that hugged around their chests and flowed freely around their legs. Around their waist was a purple ribbon; paired with the dress were light purple shoes that matched the ribbon. They each had white roses to carry that matched Kurt's slightly larger bouquet.

Kurt was dressed in grey tailored suit pants, a white dress shirt that was tucked in and a fitted grey vest that matched his pants. He had a purple handkerchief his dad had given to him in his vest pocket as well as a purple bow tie and black dress shoes. Alice had helped him style his hair into a coif and he was all set to get married.

"It's almost time," Belle said as she walked over to Alice so that her ribbon could be fixed. Kurt's eyes roamed over the girl who he was proud to call his step-daughter. Her dress was a younger version of the bridesmaids' dress, with an Empire waist and shorter skirt.

Kurt took a deep breath and looked down at his hands again. Once Alice was done Kurt crouched down and kissed Belle's cheek. "Belle go see your father before we start; I'm sure he'll want to see his Princess all dressed up. We'll meet you in the hall when it's time to go; just don't wander off."

"Okay, but I'm not spying for you," she said firmly, causing the others to laugh. Kurt gave her a soft smile and shook his head, mouthing 'go' in reply. He stood up as the girl ran from the room, her dress flowing in the air. As she left, Burt walked in with a proud smile.

"You ready to be Mister Kurt Anderson?" his father asked him.

"I think I was born ready."

Blaine grumbled as his shaking hands refused to tie his bowtie. Wes stepped forward and slapped his hands away and began to do it up for him.

"Just relax man. This is your day; enjoy it. Though I do wish to complain once again about the groomsmen having to carry flowerrs too," Wes grumbled, flattening the tie and stepping away.

"Kurt wanted it," Blaine explained. Wes pulled a face in return. "Hey, don't be like that. I think he wanted them so we can both throw them because you know, he's not going to wear a garter in front of you all and I'm not taking it off with my teeth. I like it though," Blaine walked over to where his flowers were, they were the same as Kurt's. "He's taking my last name; the least I can do is throw some flowers."

"Aww, you're going to make me cry before the wedding even starts," Jake, one of Blaine's work friends, said as he stepped out of the bathroom. Blaine sighed and turned to check over his wedding party.

They were all dressed in grey suits with light purple vests and white shirts. Blaine had begged them all to wear bowties so each wore a purple bow tie darker than Kurt's and his own. Blaine's outfit was his grey suit pants with a white short-sleeved shirt. When he originally told Kurt the boy had pursed his lips at Blaine, unimpressed until Blaine had put the shirt on and shown him. They had to buy a new shirt after Kurt practically ripped the first one off Blaine, mumbling things about his arms and shoulders. Blaine chuckled at the memory as he fixed his purple suspenders and checked on his bowtie. He had secretly found out which bowtie Kurt had bought for himself and found a matching one.

Shaking with nerves, he was about to start inspecting the boys' clothes again, because if anything went wrong he would surely scream, when the door opened and an angel stood patiently.

"Do I look pretty Daddy?" she asked, spinning around.

Belle stepped out of the doors as the music started and the guests stood. She smiled brightly at all the faces watching her, some she knew, others she didn't, as she dropped the white petals onto the ground just like Kurt had shown her. She stood to the side once she reached the archway and waited for father. She felt a little nervous standing on her but soon enough the wedding party began to come down the pathway in pairs. First came Alice and Jake, followed by Mercedes and Wes and finally Finn and Rachel; they then separated at the aisle and stood on their assigned sides. The girls stood on the left, with Belle, and the boys stood on the right. Once they had settled the music changed again. Belle peered down the aisle as she shifted from foot to foot. Her father began to walk down the aisle with her papa. As soon as her father was close enough Belle ran over to him and took his other hand, walking him the last few steps. Everyone watching 'awed' as Blaine smiled down at her.

Blaine leant down and kissed Belle forehead. "Good girl," he said softly before Alice stepped forward and took Belle's hand, bringing the little girl to her spot again and Blaine straightened up, preparing to see his future husband walk down the aisle.

Blaine's eyes lit up as Kurt stepped out onto the pathway with his arm hooked in his father's. For a moment Kurt was caught up saying something to his father before he looked up and their eyes locked. Blaine could have sworn there were 100 guests watching them, but at that moment the only person that mattered was Kurt who was slowly walking toward him, toward their marriage, toward their forever.

The End.

AN: Thank you so much for reading! If you could review I'd love you dearly. I am hoping to get to 150 reviews for this story as sort of a personal goal but hey if I don't get there I'll just have to write another amazing story :3

I may be making a sequel for this story. I wanted to finish here because it closed one chapter of their lives and really, it could drag on and on if I wished to write it all. So if I decide to pick a second story of this it will involve them a few years down the track looking at adoption and there will be Alice's wedding as well as a new character that would be Belle's love interest. Is it a boy, is a a girl? Who ever Belle falls in love with her Daddy and Pa will be there for her.

New Story alert; I will be writing a new story soon, it's already planned out (except the end GRR too many plot bunnies!). It's a Sebastian centered fic. Once again it's AU from canon but not completely. Basically Kurt, Blaine, Santana and Brittney see this kid at Lima Bean a lot and each time he comes in he's more jumpier and scared looking. That kid is Sebastian Smythe, who attends a private school and gets beaten up for his sexuality. When he rocks up one day limping, black eye and his clothes in his bag the four of them know they have to step in. Sebastian moves in with Britt and starts attending McKinley where he starts to get that Sebastian sass we all know and love. I'm thinking he will get a love interest but I'm on the edge of who, seeing as I am really shipping Kurt/Sebastian right now but also adore my Klaine. We shall see. Keep an eye out for that!