Here it is, the sequel to Searching for Home! This is considerably shorter and a bit of a future fic. Although it is a sequel, you don't necessarily need to have read the first as everything important from the other is explained in time. I still recommend you read Searching for Home, though! I also have written a few drabbles that take place after the end of this one, and I'm always accepting prompts - including prompts that take place during either story! (Basically, send me prompts for anything that takes place before, during, or after Searching for Home or Searching for Family, and if I write it, I'll add it to that doc and credit you!)

Enjoy and thanks for all the support I've received here and on AO3!

Summary: Blaine has finally aged out of the foster care system and made it to New York and NYADA against all odds. He has a strong support system made up of his boyfriend, Kurt, and his final foster family, who ended up becoming a real family to him. But there is one thing that Blaine has always wanted, and that is his own family. He is about to take matters into his own hands and begin searching.

When Blaine was younger and had a fantastic vision of his future, he'd expected that his mother and father would come and rescue him from Greenway.

When he was in his preteen years, he became jaded and realized that was never going to happen.

As a teenager, Blaine entertained the idea of going online to try to find his birth mother. He'd read stories about it happening all the time.

But when Blaine turned 18, he was perfectly happy with his family. He loved them just as much – maybe even more – that he could ever love the woman who had given him up. He knew that was being unfair to the 16 year old girl, but his time in the system hadn't exactly been easy.

But after spending one year in college, and almost three years with the Warrens as his family, Blaine knew that they wouldn't be insulted if he initiated a search. And he was truly curious.

One day in the middle of June, Blaine and Kurt sat in front of Kurt's laptop, ready to plug all the information they knew into the database.

"Are you positive you want to go through with this?" Kurt asked Blaine for probably the hundredth time since Blaine had first mentioned it.

"Yes, Kurt, I'm sure. Just because I find out her name doesn't mean I have to go see her."

"Okay, I was just making sure. And just remember that you might not find her. Something may have happened. Or it could cause a lot of emotional stress. Are you sure you're ready?"

"Kurt," Blaine warned. "I'm doing this. With or without you. Do you want to give me a reason to kick you out of your own room?"

"Fine, fine," Kurt said loftily. "Start typing."

First, Blaine inputted his last name – Anderson. It had to be his birth mother's name, right? Or maybe his father's?

Then, the hospital name: Lima Memorial.

"You were born in Lima?" Kurt asked, surprised.

Blaine nodded. "I only just found out, too. I'd never really thought about all this information before."

He next typed in his birth date and time, and birth length and weight.

There had been an agency trying to facilitate his adoption before all the potential parents had dropped out when hearing about his health problems – Ohio Adoption Services.

Next came the other information OAS had given Blaine when he'd called. It was mostly stuff he knew about his mother – 16, student, healthy, brown hair and green eyes.

It wasn't much to go by, but since Blaine hadn't been adopted, there was no one he could go to to ask about his first moments.

Once all the information was in the registry, Blaine pressed submit and the waiting game began.

Months passed, and Blaine almost forgot. Kurt certainly seemed to. But every time Blaine got an email from one of the registry's sponsors, his heart jumped, thinking it was his mother.

Right before winter break, in the middle of finals, Blaine got an email from the registry. It looked like a form letter, but the further Blaine read, the more excited he became and the less he cared about his vocal jury that was supposed to take place in less than 24 hours.

Dear Mr. Anderson,

The People Search Registry has connected you with a potential relative. If you would like to proceed, follow the link listed at the end of the email.

Thank you and have a pleasant day.

Blaine knew that Kurt was across campus at dance rehearsal, so he grabbed his computer and sprinted to the studio. He banged open the doors not caring that he was disrupting an entire class of people.

"Kurt," he gasped, "they found her!"

Kurt's eyes bugged out of his head. "Oh my god, Blaine!"

He ran over to his boyfriend, ditching his classmates without a second thought. Blaine rebooted his computer. When the email loaded again, Blaine let the cursor hover over the link.

"Are you gonna do it?" Kurt asked.

"I … I don't know," Blaine admitted. "I thought I was ready, but now I'm not sure. What if she's not what I expected?"

"Blaine, I'm not going to tell you what to do," Kurt said reasonably. "But I will leave you with this: You can look at the name and info and leave it there. You don't have to meet her if you don't want to."

Blaine nodded. "Right. You're absolutely right."

He clicked on the link.

It took the page a few seconds to load, but when it did, Blaine was presented with the profile of his birth mother.

Name: Melanie Larson (nee Anderson)

Age: 36

Location: Pennsylvania, USA

Occupation: Administrative Assistant

Family: Married, 2 kids

click here if you would like to contact Melanie and to visit her extended profile.

Blaine stared at the screen numbly for a few minutes.

"She has a family," he said.

"Blaine..."

"No, Kurt. She has a family. Two kids. If she wanted kids so bad, she could have just gone looking for me. She obviously just didn't want me. You were right. This was a bad idea."

Blaine slammed the computer shut and ran back to his dorm. He didn't respond when Kurt came by later, nor did he leave for breakfast. In fact, he didn't leave his room until the absolute last minute before he had to be at his jury.

He was silent and his eyes were red and puffy as he rode with Kurt and Rachel to the airport.

Mark, Elise, and Callie picked him up at the airport. As soon as Blaine saw them, he put on a facade of happiness and rode away.