Kurt checked himself in the mirror, making sure everything was in perfect order. No pimples, pores, or anything. The small scar across his across his head remained, though it didn't bother him much. He used to hide it with make-up, but his husband insisted he stopped, saying he looked hot with it. Anything to please Blaine, Kurt figured.

It was Friday night at New Directions and business was boppin. Finn was finishing up his rendition of Jessie's Girl, while his very pregnant wife was following Puck around, making sure all the drinks and orders were put out. After six months of pregnancy, her stomach became too much for her and being a helper waitress was out of the question. That's what happens when a Smurf and the Jolly Green Giant have a baby. . . .

After Finn came Brittany. Schue has originally hired her as a dance instructor, but after noticing her talent in the vocal area, he was more than happy to have her perform all together.

Kurt looked over to his friends, smiling gleefully. After the golden three left, Cheeri-Ohs! went down the tube. With problems with law and with firing and hiring new performers becoming a hassle, Sue skipped town, letting the club go to the dogs. And seeing as business was growing, Schue took advantage of that fact and bought the building out. They got rid of the old, night club look and turned it into a huge dining hall, with a bigger stage. The back rooms became a kitchen and Sue's office became Schue's.

In the end, it was one of the best ideas he ever had.

Kurt made his way to Blaine and the others, who were sitting at their signature table. Blaine was playing with Michael, David's son, as David, Artie, and Brittany looked on, laughing as the baby smacked Blaine over the head with his rattle.

"No hit, Uncle Blaine, Michael." David warned softly.

"So he looks like you and acts like Santana. How ironic." Kurt stated, taking the seat beside his husband.

"Isn't it just?" Santana came around the corner, smiling widely, taking Michael from her husband's arms, sat beside to him, and kissed him sweetly. "Are you being a good boy?"

Two year old quickly nodded. Santana kissed his cheek, causing him to giggle.

"That actually hurt a bit." Blaine said, mostly to himself.

"Aw, my poor hubby." Kurt wrapped his arms around him, kissing the top of Blaine's head. "Britt, you're on!"

Jumping up, Brittany ran to the stage. Everyone huddled close and became silent as the spotlight hit her. The song was bubbly pop and fit her perfectly.

"What's the worst thing that could happen to you? Take a chance tonight and try something new. You're getting boring you're oh so boring. And I don't recognize the zombie you've turned into."

"Go Brittany!" Santana shouted, covering Michael's ears for protection.

"I think Brittany finally found her calling," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. "Kylie, Brittany, Madonna. She's truly the pop princess of ND."

"I couldn't agree with you more, my dear."

"Leave you, move on to a perfect stranger. You talk, I walk. Wanna feel the danger? See me with him and its turning you on it's got me saying. Ain't getting me back at the end of this song."

Brittany grabbed the mic and danced around stage, causing the crowd to cheer. Blaine and Kurt began to move in their seats, joined by Artie and Santana. David gazed down at his son, who was playing cheerfully on the table with his toys.

Jumping off stage, Brittany headed for the table. Taking the baby, David leaned back, allowing Brittany to take Santana's hand and pull her away,, leaving just enough time for her to turn and grab Kurt's hand, leading him onto stage as well.

"Get outta my way, way. Outta my way, Got no more to say; he's taken your place. Get outta my way!"

Once on stage, the three danced and sang together just like they did those years ago. Now it was different. No removing of the clothes, no orders to follow. Just sheer fun and joy. Santana took Kurt's hands, moving them back and forth. Kurt laughed, imagining the looks on everybody's faces. They didn't look like professionals. They looked like normal, silly people having the time of their lives.

And that's exactly what they were. And no matter where the hell life took them, they'd always have moments like these. The simple, fun moments. And that's all that mattered.