Kurt leaned back against Blaine's chest, enjoying the early sounds of crickets and the occasional frog. He looked down at his notepad and sighed loudly, "I'm getting nowhere with these, they're terrible."

Blaine hooked his chin over Kurt's shoulder and gazed down at the sketch, "They resemble your line from two springs ago."

Kurt appraised the pictures again, and Blaine was right. Lately all he'd able to draw were designs in bright colors and while that was great for a few lines, two years worth didn't really do much for him.

"Maybe you should retire," Blaine mused into his ear, nuzzling affectionately into Kurt's neck and peppering it with kisses.

"Blaine, I'm barely in my 40s," Kurt laughed but through the book to the side and collapsed backwards sending both Kurt and Blaine toward the chair.

"Ooof!" Blaine groaned when his back hit the plastic, "That was not good for my back," Blaine moved but kept Kurt in his lap.

"Old man," Kurt muttered but rolled over and wrapped his arms around Blaine's torso, "how long do you think we can get away with just laying like this?"

Blaine's arms automatically circled Kurt, "Not long. They'll be home soon. And don't even act like you don't miss them. It's been three months."

Kurt nodded dumbly, "I know but it is just so quiet around here without them. A man could get used to it."

"And I'm the old one?" Blaine teased, "I really do miss them though. The constant piles of laundry, the fighting over makeup, and the hormones." Blaine's voice had an almost airy quality about it.

"You're nuts, soon you're going to say you want to have more," Kurt sounded half asleep as he basked in the sun.

Blaine pondered the statement, "You know, we are still young enough where we technically could…."

"No."

"But Kurt…It would be fun," Blaine reasoned, "We could have a boy…"

"No."

Blaine pouted but pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's head. They'd had the conversation countless times over the past few years. It started about two weeks after they moved back in together and lasted until the girls left for college. They were always half serious about it, and they both brought it up on different occasions.

Though it never happened.

Both men were far too busy to attempt raising another child, plus their first attempt didn't really go so well and what they had was so precious that they didn't want to get caught up again.

Blaine was still in control of the coffee company which know supplied coffee to all major coffee houses in the United States as well as Europe. He had to pull away from some of the more hands-on processes, but worked just as hard behind the scenes.

Kurt continued to design in California and made frequent trips in the beginning of their relationship but they tapered off toward the end.

"Daddies!" a voice called as a streaking ball of black and bright green ran to hug them both.

"Natalie what is going on with your hair?" Kurt gasped while fingering the green streaks.

"Isn't it cool Dad? Tiffany did it one night when we couldn't sleep," she played idly with a safety pin on her shirt.

"Lovely," Kurt remarked while passing a look to Blaine. The girls grew up so differently than either had expected, but they were proud of them. Natalie was currently at UCLA working toward her degree in art and business.

"Where's your sister?" Blaine asked after a long hug.

"Coming, Daddy! Sorry, I was just talking to Grandpa; he's yelling at the judges again." Haley ran out next, hugging both of her fathers as she fell heavily onto the chair next to them.

"You look tan!" Blaine commented, "I thought we told you to wear sunscreen."

"I do, Dad, but practice doesn't really let me reapply it," Haley was playing softball for one of the best teams in the state of California and attending a small liberal arts college. While she wanted to try out and play softball longer, she was majoring in physics – a huge shock to everyone.

Kurt stretched out and moved slightly off of Blaine, "You know we are going to dinner at Santana and Brittany's tonight, right?"

The girls nodded as they stretched out in the sun.

The small family sat together, basking in the sun. It wasn't anything extraordinary and it wasn't anything special. They were a typical family who had been through a lot and worked together to get through to the end.

There were still fights and days when they were all at each other's throats.

They still fought over who got what seat in the living room.

But they eventually learned to work with each other and become the one thing they all had been yearning to become – a family, even though they may not be the textbook example of one.

End.