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“Hello?”

“Kurt! I know you guys are in school, but ditch your last classes and jump in the Navigator, bring Blaine and come to the hospital here in Columbus, Okay?” Cooper's ecstatic voice from the phone filled the boy's bathroom where Kurt had gone to wash his hands. “I can't get him to pick up, is everything okay?”

“He's in class, Coop, but I'll go get him. Don't worry, we're on our way – tell Sasha to hold on.” Kurt laughed as he went through the door to find Blaine.

He walked, no - jogged, down the corridor to their Advanced French class. Opening the door quietly, he tiptoed over to Blaine and put a hand on his shoulder. Blaine was half asleep, but the touch woke him up and he glanced at Kurt.

“C'mon, we need to go,” Kurt whispered, turning to leave the room. His teacher stopped at the interruption.

“Where are you going, Mr. Hummel?”

“A family emergency, I need to take Blaine and get to the hospital. I'm sorry to have disturbed the class,” Kurt explained. He wasn't too worried, Mrs. Lindemann loved him, but he didn't like the idea that she would stop them.

“I'll meet you in the hallway,” she said, walking out the front door as Kurt and Blaine left by the back.

“I'm sorry, but Blaine's father just called me and we need to meet him at the hospital in Columbus, his sister is about to be born,” Kurt whispered to Mrs. Lindemann.

“Drive safely, boys, And congratulations, Blaine,” she said, smiling as she returned to her classroom.

The drive to Columbus was full of laughing and high spirits as the two boys talked and sang. Both were so thrilled at the coming event that the miles melted away until they arrived at the hospital, making their way to the maternity ward.

Cooper met them at the door to the waiting room.

“It's a girl! She is doing wonderfully, she is so beautiful, and so is Sasha. I'm so happy you two made it!” Cooper crowed.

“It's here? I mean, she's here?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, come see her, she's in the room with Sasha. Hurry!” Coop said, rushing down the hallway to a room at the end.

Kurt and Blaine followed him, Kurt holding the flowers and teddy bear they had picked up in the gift shop on the way upstairs. They stopped at the doorway, looking at each other and knowing this little girl would probably change their lives.

Twenty minutes later, Blaine was sitting in a rocking chair, the tiny bundle sleeping in his arms. Her mommy was asleep and her daddy was out in the hallway making phone calls. Kurt stood beside Blaine, his arm around Blaine's shoulders and watched as the baby opened her eyes to see her new brother.

“Her name is Olivia. It means 'peace', Kurt. Isn't that perfect?” Blaine said, never taking his eyes from the tiny bundle of pink and white on his lap.

“It's perfect, my love.” Kurt answered.

The tender smile on Blaine's face made Kurt feel so good, so warm inside. He just knew this baby was sent to bring peace to the lives of the three people that had struggled so hard in their own lives. She might just be the catalyst they needed to bring the shattered family back together. Kurt smiled and stroked Blaine's cheek.

“Oh, Kurt, isn't she beautiful? I am in love with her already. I can hardly wait for us to have our own baby, can you?” he said in a soft voice, not wanting to disturb her. Kurt's hand clutched Blaine's shoulder. He'd been thinking the same thing.

“I love you, Bee,” he whispered, kneeling down in front of Blaine so he could see the baby a little better.

“I love you, too, Kurt,” Blaine returned with a smile, leaning his forehead to touch Kurt's and give him a kiss.

Six months later:

“I cannot believe this is the last day we can do this,” Blaine said to Kurt.

“Oh, it isn't the last day, you still own the property. I think it was smart to put the locked gate at the entrance, you never know if someone might find it one day,” Kurt said, fitting the key in the lock and opening the wrought iron gate, closing and locking it behind them.

Blaine and Kurt walked into the tunnel that led to the attic of the mansion. Blaine wondered just how many people had found their way to freedom through this tunnel in the days of the Underground Railway. He was proud his family had been a part of that.

There had been other improvements in the mansion and grounds besides the gate over the back entrance to the tunnel. One day Cooper had invited Blaine to come out and presented him with a large building near the gardens. Cooper was very proud of it, telling Blaine it was because of his story of his little pigeon, Chloe, that carried the message to Kurt that saved him. That story had really moved him and so he had a dovecote built so all the pigeons in the area had a safe place to live. Blaine had let Chloe go a year ago, but she still lived near the mansion and would come when she saw Blaine was visiting. She now lived in the dovecote, a thing Cooper was especially proud of.

The building itself had been completely refurbished into the therapy center and hospital, but the top floor was locked and only the Andersons had access to that. They had moved most of the things from Blaine's great grandfather's study up to the empty attic room, making it a cozy place to spend an afternoon. Blaine no longer avoided it, the awful panicking feelings had left him. There had been an occasional spell of PTSD from time to time or a nightmare, but he considered himself healed from those days of imprisonment.

Blaine and Kurt strolled along, arms around each others waist as they made their way through the tunnel to the attic of the mansion. They got to the staircase in the wall and ascended it and flipped the switch to open the panel. The smell of books greeted them as they stepped into the old library. Walking through that room brought back so many memories for Blaine, of lazy afternoons reading the journals of his ancestors. They didn't speak, but continued down the hallway to the large room, opening the door. It was a new door with no lock on it. Inside the old furniture was gone – the torn blue velvet chair and the ancient mattress. Blaine had burned that mattress himself in the yard once when he was having a bad day. It had been most therapeutic.

The furnishings now included the leather chesterfield, the overstuffed chairs, and the desk his great grandfather had spent so much time sitting at to write or read. The panels that had shown the marks of each day Blaine had spent in the room were still there. He had given it much thought as to whether to remove them, but in the end with all of the other things gone, Blaine had made the decision to leave them. They were a sort of testament to his ability to endure.

The boys sat together on the chesterfield, cuddled together, just talking to each other. This was their last day in Ohio for a long time. They had graduated from McKinley with their friends last week. Brittany had been able to catch up with her class and graduate with them, and everyone was thrilled, they had celebrated into the night with all their friends.

Puck and Lauren were engaged. Lauren's father and uncle were going to open their business to both Lauren and Puck to join them in the detective agency and were looking at opening a new branch in New York City. Of all the close friends of Kurt and Blaine, many were looking at attending college in New York: Santana and Brittany, Puck and Lauren, and several others. Finn had applied at the Actor's School, but really wanted to be a teacher. Rachel was going to NYADA. It was leaving behind some people they loved: Carole and Burt, Sophia, but the boys would come home to visit frequently.

“Are you sad to be leaving Ohio behind you?” Blaine asked.

“No, not really. All I ever wanted was to get out of here. I can thrive in New York, with you there. I'm sad to leave my family, but otherwise, I'm so ready to go,” Kurt admitted.

“Me, too. But my dad will be in New York. Sasha and the baby, too. We've made the right decision to buy our own place, though. I think Cooper is sad we won't be moving in with him, but I think he and Sasha need their own space to bond with the baby. We're only four blocks away, after all,” he said.

“Well, that sounds all nice and altruistic, doesn't it? But you don't fool me one bit, Mr. Anderson. You want our own place so you can scream my name when we have sex on the countertops in the kitchen, don't you?” Kurt grinned, tickling Blaine in the ribcage. Blaine gasped and rolled Kurt off the sofa, tickling back as they struggled together on the floor. A full-blown wrestling match ensued, Blaine pinning Kurt to the floor and Kurt tricking Blaine closer with promises of surrender and kisses, only to flip him over and pin him to the carpet. It was a fairly even match, and they took the advantage from each other until they were both exhausted and fell into a loving embrace, kissing and whispering.

“It's fitting we end up here on our last day, after all it all started right here. I remember my first sight of you, skinny and dirty with that mop of silky curls and those huge golden hazel eyes haunting me from your beautiful face,” Kurt kissed Blaine for a while.

“And I remember my first night with you, Kurt. I thought you were an angel, then I was positive when I heard your voice when you sang me to sleep. I felt safe in your arms that night, Kurt, and I've felt safe ever since. I wanted to tear this house down brick by brick because it was where I was tortured for so many years, but it is also the place where you found me and I found my angel. I could never tear it down after that. You are the love of my life, Kurt.”

“And you, Blaine, are the love of mine.”

“Sing Toora Loora Loora for me?”

“Of course I will,” Kurt said, taking Blaine in his arms and singing:

“Toora Loora Loora

Toora Loora Lie,

Toora Loora Loora

Hush, now, don't you cry...”

The End