Epilogue

Three years later.

Kurt knelt on the floor, neatly piling old photo albums into a small, cardboard box. He paused, picking up a small, white album with pink and purple flowers decorating the edges and, written in beautiful cursive writing, were three words "Elizabeth's first year."

Kurt smiled, running his fingers over the font. He turned the pages, remembering the events that had happened around three years ago.

There was a picture of Lizzy's first Halloween, Blaine had found a shop that sold Pokemon costumes and had bought a bunch of them. That whole Halloween was spent with Blaine dressing up Lizzy in multiple Pokemon costumes. Kurt rolled his eyes at the memory, Blaine had dressed up as Ash and forced Kurt to take pictures as Lizzy sat on his lap; dressed as a Pikachu, dressed as Charmander, Venonat, Eevee and way more.

He flicked through more pages. Looking at pictures from Lizzy's first Christmas (wearing an Elf costume), Thanksgiving (dressed as a Turkey) and to a photo where she was dressed as a princess, which was taken around the time where she'd gotten the hang of walking. The photo showed her wearing a tiara and running towards Kurt, who was holding her teddy and making it dance.

Kurt smiled and turned to the last page of the album, and looked at the last couple of pictures.

One was a picture of him and Blaine with Lizzy saddled on Blaine's lap, happily smiling at the camera. However, Kurt and Blaine were both sound asleep. Kurt leaning on Blaine's shoulder while Blaine leant on the top of Kurt's head.

But, Kurt's favourite photo was the last one.

Lizzy must have been about six or seven months at the time. Her pudgy little face relaxed and blank as she slept. Behind her, was Kurt who was spooned against Blaine's chest.

Kurt chuckled. Puckerman had sent him the picture, hoping to use it as blackmail; he threatened to put it on the internet. Apparently, he had took the picture the first weekend that they went to his dads after they got Lizzy.

Unfortunately for Puck, by the time he'd sent Kurt the picture in the mail, Kurt and Blaine had just gotten together. If anything, Kurt found it hilarious. Puck had nothing on him.

Looking at the picture, Kurt could hardly believe that he and Blaine weren't together -they looked like the perfect family, even though nothing was official back then; Lizzy wasn't legally theirs and Kurt and Blaine were best friends who'd made a stupid, drunken decision -a decision that ironically was the best thing they'd ever done.

Kurt shut the album, gently packing it away, into the box.

They weren't moving for another couple months, but Kurt felt the need to pack away the smaller items that weren't going to be desperately needed within the next few weeks, so they could save time when it finally got to the big day.

He closed the box and stood up, hearing the tell-tale clicking noise of the door unlocking.

Kurt prepared himself for what, he knew, was about to happen as the more drifted open.

"Daddy! Daddy!" a little girl with brown hair that was put into neat bunches ran up and catapulted herself into Kurts arms.

"Hey, Lizzy!" he said, hoisting her onto his hip, "Did you have a good time at the park?"

"Yes!"

"She, Tara and Adam went on that merry-go-round thingy. Adam fell off and grazed his elbow." Blaine said, walking up to them and kissing Kurt in greeting.

Tara and Adam were Blaine's sisters' kids. Shortly after having them, she and he new husband, Kyle, moved to New York to start again and be closer to Blaine, Kurt and Lizzy.

"Is he okay?" Kurt asked, putting Elizabeth down, "Where's Kate and the kids?"

"He's fine, and they're on their way u-"

"UNCLE KURTIE!" squealed Tara, sprinting to him. She had pretty, long blonde hair like her dad, Kate's husband -Kyle, and blue eyes.

"Nice to see you too, Tara." Kurt smiled as Tara tackle hugged his leg. "Did you have a nice time at the park?" he said, stroking her hair.

Tara nodded. "My brudder hurt his arm, err- here!" she pointed to her elbow.

"Did he now?" Tara nodded again, "Where is he? And where's your mommy?"

"We're right here, Kurt." said Kate, walking into the apartment, carrying a small, three year old boy with slightly swollen eyes from crying and a large plaster on his elbow.

"Hey." Kurt said, going over and giving Kate a hug. He turned to Adam, "I heard you hurt yourself. Let me see." Adam lifted his arm, giving Kurt a closer look. "Aww that looks like it hurts." Adam sniffed, wrapping his arms around his mothers neck and hiding in her shoulder.

"He's just feeling sorry for himself," Kate explained, "aren't you, baby?" he kissed her sons' head.

"Bless him."

Kurt went into the kitchen, collecting three chocolate bars before going back into the living room. He walked up behind Blaine, who was sitting crossed-legged on the floor and playing dolls with the girls'. He gave Blaine two of the bars to give to his daughter and niece, and went back over to Kate and Adam.

Kurt gently nudged the little boys shoulder, "Adam," he said softly, offering the chocolate.

Adam, his wavy, black hair hanging loosely on his forehead, eyed the chocolate bar and reached out, wrapping his hand around it.

"Do I get a smile?" asked Kurt. In return, a huge smile broke across Adam's face, "There we go."

"Now, Adam, what do you say?" said Kate.

"Thank you, Uncle," he said, quietly.

"Your welcome, little man. Come and give me hug." Adam put his arms around Kurts shoulders as his mom transferred him into his uncles arms. "Thank you." Kurt put him down, "Now go and play."

"Daddy!" called Elizabeth from her room (Blaine's old room)

"What?"

"Not you, Daddy. Other Daddy," she called back, sounding frustrated.

"Kurt! Lizzy wants you!" Blaine called into the kitchen.

"Coming, Lizzy!" Kurt said, going into his daughters room.

The twin three year olds and the three-and-a-half year old had vacated to Lizzy's room once they'd finished playing with Lizzy's dolls. Blaine and Kate were watching TV while Kurt claimed he was going to start cooking dinner.

A few short minutes later, Kurt exited Elizabeths room, a large, shallow box of coloured pencils in his hand.

"What did she want?" asked Blaine, looking at his boyfriend as he put the coloured pencils on the coffee table.

"Nothing big." Kurt answered, pecking Blaine on the lips, "She just wanted me to help her find her pencils and bring them in here so they could all colour."

All three children came into the living room, each carrying a small pile of paper. They set up camp on the coffee table and started drawing.

"Anyways," Kurt continued, "if anyone needs me, I'll be in the kitchen," and off he went.

Kurt hummed softly as he sliced the vegetables on the chopping board.

He felt familiar, strong arms wrap around his waist. Smiling, he leant back into the embrace and tilted his head, allowing Blaine's soft lips to gently trace his neck.

"Hi." Blaine whispered.

"Hi." Kurt replied, turning his head and sharing a long kiss with his boyfriend. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Blaine said, pecking Kurt on the lips once more. "Need any help here?"

"You could help me finish chopping these vegetables?"

"Okay."

They chopped in silence for a short while before Blaine brought up the small issue that had been on both of their minds over the last week or so.

"Kurt, lately I've noticed Lizzy's been getting a little frustrated." he enquired, "And I think it's because, to her, we're both called 'Daddy'."

"I've noticed that, too." Kurt agreed, "What do you think we should do?"

"Well, I was thinking…maybe one of us could change to 'Papa'." Kurt made a small noise of disapproval, "What?"

"I just don't like the name 'Papa'." Kurt explained, "I think it's used better on, say, Grandpa's, but not for Dads."

"Okay, erm…you got any ideas?"

Kurt smirked, "I think I have a little idea."

"What is it?" Blaine asked, a little cautiously.

"I'll tell you later." Kurt winked, swiping the remainder of the freshly cut vegetables into the pan to boil. "Come on," Kurt took Blaine's hand, "let's save Kate from the army of three year olds."

"Aww, a panda. Well done, Lizzy! It's beautiful!" Kurt cheered, examining the masterpiece his daughter had given him. "Look at this, Blaine," he said, handing the drawing to Blaine.

"Ooh, that's so pretty!" he exclaimed, "I'm going to put this on the fridge, okay?" Blaine kissed Lizzy, who was now sitting on Kurt's lap, on the forehead and stood up. "Oh! While I'm up, do you two want some coffee?" he asked Kate and Kurt. They both nodded, and said a quick 'Thank you'.

"Daddy," Lizzy piped, "can I have some juice, please?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Blaine said, "Tara, Adam, do want some juice, too?"

"Yes, please, Uncle Blaine." Tara smiled, sweetly.

"Adam?" Blaine asked again. Adam shook his head. "No? You sure?" the little boy nodded in response. "Okay, then." Blaine said, disappearing into the kitchen.

Minutes later, Blaine returned from the kitchen, a tray in his hands, carrying the mugs and plastic cups filled with everyone's drinks.

He knelt down and let Tara take her drink before letting Kurt and Kate take their coffees. Finally, Blaine handed Lizzy her juice, placing the tray on her abandoned spot on the coffee table.

"Thank you, Hobbit!" Lizzy smirked, taking a sip. Her sentence causing her Auntie Kate to nearly choke on her gulp of coffee in surprise as she tried not to laugh.

"Your welco- wait!" Blaine's eyes went wide, "What did you just call me?"

"Hobbit!" Lizzy giggled, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

"Hobb- KURT!" Blaine accused.

Kurt couldn't hold it in any longer. He burst out into loud cackles.

"You put her up to that!"

Kurts joyous laughter died down, "I did not!" he said, overdramatically.

"Yes you did, Daddy!" Lizzy claimed innocently, before Kurt abruptly shushed her, his hand suddenly covering her mouth.

"What did you say, Lizzy?" asked Blaine, needing to hear it again.

Lizzy mumbled from beneath Kurt's hand.

"Nothing," Kurt answered. Lizzy pushed his hand off her mouth.

Blaine waved him off, "Did your other daddy tell you to call me 'hobbit'?"

"Ohh, you're busted now, Kurt…" Kate teased.

"Yes, Daddy!" Lizzy smiled.

"I knew it!" Blaine laughed, "Oh my god, Why! " Blaine leant back against on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, "That was your big 'Daddy-Daddy' solution, wasn't it?" Kurt nodded and grinned, Blaine laughed again. "How did I not see that coming?" Blaine asked himself. "Oh, no."

It was quiet for a small moment.

Blaine sighed, "Three years. We managed three years without that name coming up… I should've known it wouldn't last!"

"Aww, poor Blaine." Kurt pouted playfully, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

Lizzy crawled into Blaine's lap, giving him a small cuddle and calmly letting him know that she loved him, even if he was a hobbit. Which, in Blaine's opinion, was always a nice thing to hear from his daughter, who probably wasn't sure what exactly a hobbit was.

Lizzy finished her juice and passed her empty cup to Blaine, who put it onto the floor for the time being.

Kurt took another sip of his coffee, Lizzy eyed it curiously.

"Daddy?" she asked, "Can I try some?" she motioned to the mug.

Kurt swallowed his mouthful and looked at Lizzy, then back to his coffee mug.

"Sure." he smiled softly, "But I don't think you're going to like it." he said, passing it to her. Lizzy was about to take a huge gulp, when Kurt stopped her, putting his finger on the brim. "Careful!" he warned, "Blow on it first, sweetie, it's still a little hot. You don't want to burn your mouth."

Elizabeth nodded and blew into the cup, causing a small puff of steam to float away.

She took a small sip.

Lizzy squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in her lips, crinkling her nose in detest. Her face resembled one of an infant who had just tried eating a lemon. The three adults laughed at her as she blindly gave Kurt his coffee back.

"Too strong, honey?" Blaine asked, sympathetically.

Lizzy nodded, smacking her lips together and sticking her tongue out. "Ew." she stated.

"I'll get you some more juice."

Kurt piled the dirty dishes into the sink. Dinner had come and gone, Blaine and Kate were still in the living room. Adam was nearly falling asleep on Kates shoulder with his sister right beside him, talking to Lizzy, who was on Blaines lap.

At least, that's how it was before Kurt went into the kitchen.

Kurt turned around upon hearing little footsteps approaching him. It was Lizzy.

She looked up at him with her big, beautiful green-hazel eyes and said-

"Porthlain."

"What?" Kurt asked, not sure if he heard her right.

"Porthlain." she repeated.

Kurt raised and eyebrow in confusion; he wasn't sure what she was trying to say. He knelt down to her height. "Say that again, sweetie."

"Porthlain!" she said, louder.

"Porthlain?" the cogs were turning in Kurt's head, "OH! -Porcelain!" Kurt rested his head in his hand and chuckled. "BLAINE!"

"Yes, dear." Blaine mocked, his head popping out from the kitchen door frame, a smug grin on his face.

Kurt stood up, lifting a little, confused Lizzy onto his hip, "Porcelain, really?"

"Yep." Kurt rolled his eyes, "What? You started it!"

"I guess I deserved that…"

"Oh, Kurt!" Blaine dramatically placed his hand on his chest, "What's a hobbit to do without it's porcelain doll!" he pouted.

Kurt laughed, shaking his head, "You're a dork," he sighed.

"I know." Blaine said, walking towards him and kissing him softly on the lips, "But you love me."

"I do." They kissed again.

Lizzy shot a puzzled look between the two of them.

"Daddy, what does porthlain mean?"

Tara yawned, the outdoor sky growing darker and darker as she lay here head on her moms chest. Kate wrapped her arm around her daughter as she snuggled in more.

"We should get going, before I have drive two sleeping children home." she said, sitting up and instructing Tara to get her and Adams shoes.

"No!" Lizzy protested, "Don't leave!"

"I'm sorry Lizzy, darling, but I have to put these two to bed." Kate explained, putting a sleeping Adams shoes on.

Lizzy pouted, and turned to Blaine, "Daddy, can't they stay here for the night?"

"No, sweetie," Blaine said, threading his fingers through her hair, "we've got nowhere for them all to sleep! And I'm sure they don't want to sleep on the cold floor."

"Can I stay over at their house then?" Lizzy asked, hopefully.

Blaine glanced at Kate, his eyes asking her if that was okay. Kate nodded in return. Blaine then glanced at Kurt, they smiled at each other. "Of course you can."

Lizzy gasped in happy surprise, "Really, Daddy?"

"Yes! Now go pack your jammies."

Lizzy wasted no time running to her room and disappearing from sight.

"Porthlain!" she called, causing Blaine to snigger in his boyfriends direction and getting a glare in return. "Can you get my toof-brush, please?"

"Yeah, just a minute!" Kurt said, going into the bathroom, but not before mouthing "That's your fault!" to Blaine.

"Hobbit! I can't reach my backpack!" Lizzy cried.

"HAHA! She called you 'hobbit'!" Kurt stage whispered.

"Shut up, Porcelain!" Blaine returned, going into Lizzy's room.

Soon, Lizzy was jogging out of her room, her small backpack bouncing up and down as she went.

"You ready?" Kate asked her. Lizzy nodded eagerly.

"I just need to put my shoes on." she said, fetching her trainers and slipping her feet inside, "Daddy, can you tie my laces?" Kurt knelt down and tied her laces, "Thank you."

Blaine hugged his sister, "I'll bring her back around lunchtime, okay?" she told him.

Blaine nodded, "That's fine." he brushed Adams hair back as he slept in Kates arms before kneeling down to hug his niece and, finally, Lizzy "Be a good girl for your Auntie Kate and Uncle Kyle."

"I'm always a good girl!" Lizzy replied cheekily.

Blaine smiled, "Of course you are," he kissed her cheek and stepped back, allowing Kurt to hug and bid everyone goodnight.

Lizzy took a hold of her cousins hand, as they exited the apartment.

"Bye, Hobbit! Bye, Porcelain!" she said happily, shutting the door.

Kurt groaned in dread, "We're never going to be able to shake those nick-names now, are we?"

"Probably not." Blaine answered shortly, draping his arm over Kurts shoulders, "You only have yourself to blame."

"Me?" Kurt scoffed, "She would've let it go if you decided to just brush it off instead of getting revenge!"

"Denial!" Blaine sang, receiving a light smack to the chest before being pulled into a kiss. Blaine pulled Kurt in closer, deepening the kiss and lightly caressing Kurts cheek and feeling Kurt gently weave his fingers into his curls. "So, we're home alone tonight." Blaine winked.

"Really?" Kurt sighed, "I never noticed," he smirked, "Whatever, will we do?"

"I think I've got a good idea." Blaine smiled, leaning in to kiss Kurt again. He moaned softly as Kurts tongue brushed his lower lip.

Kurt pulled away, causing Blaine to pout in protest, "I know what we could do!" Kurt teased, runnig his hand up Blaine's chest, "We could…pack more things away."

"Ooh, sexy." Blaine chuckled.

"Just think, in a couple months, we'll be out of this apartment, and into that house." Kurt said, playing with the collar of Blaines shirt.

"Yeah," Blaine sighed, his hands resting on Kurt's hips.

"We'll have a garden, for the kids' to play in."

Blaine hummed in acknowledgment as he felt Kurts hands trace down his chest and around his waist.

"A bigger bedroom." Kurt said flirtatiously, moving his hands down to Blaine's ass.

"Oh!" Blaine said upon feeling added pressure on his cheeks.

"Guestrooms-" Kurt was interrupted by Blaine's lips landing on his.

After a moment, they mutually broke the kiss. Kurt smiled and looked down, "And maybe…" he said, two of his fingers tiptoeing their way to Blaines shoulder, "we could have another baby."

"No," he heard Blaine say.

"What?" Kurt looked up, startled at the bluntness of the answer.

"No." Blaine repeated, his hands falling off Kurts hips.

Kurt stepped away from Blaine, getting a little defensive, "Why?"

"I don't want another baby."

"Why not?" Kurt said darkly.

"Well, I do." Blaine corrected himself, "But, that's not going to happen unless-"

"Unless what!" Kurt all but snapped.

"You marry me." Blaine stated simply.

Kurt opened his mouth, a fast retort on the tip of his tongue. He closed his mouth again, realizing what Blaine had just said, "W- what?" he asked, not sure if he'd heard correctly.

Blaine chuckled, sinking down onto one knee.

"Oh my god! Are you proposing?" Kurt squeaked.

"No, I'm down here for my own health." Blaine said, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small, velvet box.

"You're so romantic." Kurt giggled, taking deep breaths, willing himself to calm down.

"I was going to take you to dinner, but, I'm sorry, I couldn't wait. So-" Blaine cleared his throat, looking up at Kurt, "Kurt Hummel, I love you so much. And I would love for you to be my husband; to raise Lizzy with, and however many more babies there are to come. Kurt Hummel. Will you marry me?"

Kurt looked at Blaine and straightened his posture, "No," he said with a straight face.

Blaines eyes went wide, his heart beating frantically in his chest, "What?!"

A smile broke across Kurt's face as he started to laugh.

"OF COURSE I WILL! IDIOT!" he declared, pouncing on top of Blaine, leaving them both lying on the floor.

Blaine sat up, sighing in relief, "You scared me so much there!"

"Yeah? Well," Kurt sat up too, "you scared me with the no-more-kids thing! I damn near had a heart attack!"

Blaine laughed, "Okay! Truce," he said, sliding the ring onto Kurt's finger.

Kurt admired the gleaming white-gold, diamond ring on his left hand. "Oh, it's beautiful!" he sighed, turning back to Blaine, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Before Blaine could say anything in return, Kurt pinned his shoulders to the floor and attacked his lips with his own. Their kisses growing more heated and erratic.

Blaine gently pushed on Kurts chest and leant back on his elbows, "Should we take this to the bedroom?" he said huskily, his pupils dilated.

"No time for that." Kurt breathed, pinning Blaine again, decorating his neck with kisses.

"I love you," gasped Blaine.

Kurt smiled, "I love you too," he whispered, kissing him once more.

THE END!

A/N: So, that's the Epilogue. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews = eternal love! :D

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