“Considering all the chaos surrounding the past four years of his life, it’s no wonder that Hummel-Anderson is so successful; he rarely takes a moment to pause. ‘I only stop when my husband puts his foot down; when that happens, I know it’s bad.’ His busy life isn't about to get any less stressful either; Hummel-Anderson and his husband, theater director Blaine Hummel-Anderson, will welcome a new addition to their family in two months. ‘Our son will be born in December or January, although our daughter can’t understand why he isn’t here now. She’s very impatient. She takes after me in that regard.'

Hummel-Anderson will show his Fall 21/22 collection at Fashion Week in February to--no doubt--sold out crowds and a waiting list the length of Manhattan. We will certainly be there with wide eyes and high heels.”

Blaine grinned and handed the article to Burt so he could glance at it for himself. “Such a great article. The cover is amazing too. My baby’s famous!”

“Call me that one more time outside of our bedroom and you will be sleeping on my pattern tables,” Kurt warned from his place at the kitchen sink.  He finished drying the last dish from lunch and placed it in the cupboard.

Burt groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Oh, I didn’t need to hear that, Kid. Watch it.”

“Sorry, Dad.” Kurt apologized and rolled his eyes at Blaine who sported an adorable pout. “Don’t give me that look; we’ve had this conversation.”

“You know, I remember when Kurt used to blush whenever you mentioned that, maybe we should go back to that,” Burt mumbled. Blaine turned to agree with his father-in-law but was interrupted by a flurry of pink.

“Papa! Papa! Look what Grandma helped me make!”

Blaine bent down as the flurry of pink crashed into his legs and waved something brightly colored on his face. "Yes I see, Addy, what is it?"

The brunette girl with curly hair stepped back and held up her project. "It's for my Halloween costume! Grandma helped me make Sally's wig out of yarn! Isn't it pretty?"

"It's lovely, sugar. Why don't you go show Uncle Finn?" Blaine chuckled as she immediately spun around and ran out of the room. 

"Adalia Hummel-Anderson, we do not run in this house!"

"Sorry, Daddy!"

Kurt sighed at their six-year-old daughter's behavior and Blaine chuckled at the pair. "Blaine, why are you laughing? You're the one that allowed this to happen."

"Whoa, hold on their just a second. Who's the one that introduced her to The Nightmare Before Christmas, thus starting her obsession?"

Kurt turned to Blaine, hands resting on his hips. "Who's the one that said she could go as Sally?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt’s response and smirked. "Which one of us is going as Jack Skellington because his daughter pleaded?" 

"Jesus, you two need a new kind of therapy. I think the New York City air here has finally gotten to you."

"Are you kidding? This is normal for them." Carole swooped through the kitchen and gently patted Burt on his cheek before reaching for a sugar cookie. "We're just never around to see these little debates."

Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine nodded at Burt. "She's right, this is our new normal." 

"It's scary that's what it is," Burt grumbled as he walked across the kitchen toward the family room.

"Well, it is Halloween dad," Kurt reminded him and scowled as Burt ruffled his hair on the way out. "Hey! I'm not ten anymore!"

"Really? Could have fooled me." Blaine grinned at his husband and unsuccessfully tried to avoid the playful swat that came from his direction.  "That wasn't very nice."

"Since when have I ever been nice?"

"You may have a point there." Blaine waited until Kurt had his back turned to hastily grab a tiny snickers bar from the bowl of candy on the counter. "Is everything ready for tonight?"

Kurt nodded and leaned over to rest his forearms on the counter. "Mmhmm. Although I don't know why you won't tell me what you're dressing up as. I've been trying to find your costume for weeks."

"That could be difficult considering it's not here." Blaine smirked as Kurt scowled at him in response. He had known that Kurt would tear every inch of their home apart searching for it so he had begged Rachel to hold onto it for him. "Rachel is bringing it later when she comes with Brody."

"That sneaky little diva. I asked her and she said she had no clue what it was."

"Oh, she doesn't know, unless she peeked. I guess we'll find out later."

Kurt bit his lip before he stood up straight and sidled over to Blaine's side. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me what it is?"

Blaine immediately knew exactly what Kurt was trying to do and he laughed loudly. "No, I'm pretty sure this way is just fine."

Kurt snaked both of his arms around Blaine's shoulders and drew him close as he pressed their cheeks together. "Just think of the fun we could have later if I knew what I could be expecting."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll like it."

Kurt pulled back with a worried look on his face. "You're not going as Christian Grey are you?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Of course not. I don't know whether I should be offended because you suggested that or offended because you know who that is."

"Wouldn't you like to know…"

Blaine smiled and tugged at Kurt's waist until he could brush his lips along the corner of his mouth. "I love you so much." Kurt smiled softly and played with the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck before he pressed his lips to Blaine's.

Kissing Kurt was one of Blaine's favorite things in the world now. After their relationship nearly collapsed four years ago, they both worked hard to make sure the other knew their feelings at all times, and Kurt put every single emotion into his kisses - whether they were long and drawn out or short and sweet. Blaine treasured moments like these; they were fewer nowadays with their growing family and successful careers. 

Blaine gently ran a hand under Kurt's sweater and grazed across his lower back. Kurt sighed into the kiss and let out a little moan as they broke away. "God, you still take my breath away."

"Good. I better make sure it stays that way."

Kurt smiled and ran a hand over Blaine's cheek and cupped it as he placed a final chaste kiss to Blaine's lips. "I love you more than you know."

Blaine smiled and nuzzled his cheek into Kurt's palm. He was so lucky to have this man in his life and couldn't wait for the years to come. 

"Daddy! We need a Zero! We need to go buy a dog right now! Everything will be ruined!"

Blaine groaned as Kurt's laugh rang throughout the kitchen. "I knew we forgot to mention something."

"You want to go talk to her?"

Blaine shook his head and pulled back before he gently pushed Kurt in the direction of the family room. "Nope, that's you. You have to go explain to her why Jack Skellington won't have his best friend at his side tonight. I'll sit here and laugh."

Kurt glared at him and sighed before he walked out to console their daughter. He grinned and sent a silent thank you to whoever was watching out over them. They finally had their growing family, they both had jobs they loved, and most importantly, they had each other forever. God, he loved his life.