Of course, that meant nothing to Maria, whose fianc�e just happened to be a New York Yankee. Kurt knew she was a sweet girl, who had a mild case of Bridezilla, but to be perfectly honest, he couldn't wait to have her out of his office. The day had been dragging and all he wanted to do was go home and relax.

Walking into his two-story apartment on the Upper East Side, Kurt could easily hear the music coming from the grand piano before he even opened the door. He smiled at this, knowing it meant one thing: Blaine was home.

Glancing into the fore, Kurt could see the backs of both Blaine and their son, Alexander, who was named after the late and great Alexander McQueen. Alex was Blaine's pride and joy. He had always wanted to be a father growing up, and when they decided to do the whole sergeant mother thing, he was more than happy to volunteer.

And just like his father, Alexander was a master at the art of music. Only six years old, he knows how to play more songs on the piano than Kurt can even name. Sighing happily, Kurt stood in the archway, watching as his two favorite men played "Heart And Soul".

"Daddy!" A small squeal came from the floor. Vienna, their rambunctious four year old, sat on the floor, coloring aimlessly as her father and brother played piano. Jumping to her feet, the little girl ran to her daddy, jumping into his arms. Blaine spun around, a calm smile breaching across his face.

"Did you have fun working with the princesses today?" Vienna asked.

Kurt laughed at that. After taking her to the fittings for one of his brides, Vienna was captivated by the beauty of her, believing her to be princess. Now, whenever Kurt goes off to work, Vi believes he's off to work with another princess.

"I did! And daddy bought you something. Wanna see?" The little girl wiggled with excitement. Putting her down, Kurt kneeled before her, reaching into his bag and pulling out a large, white vale. "Princess Maria thought this one wasn't pretty enough, but I think it'll look absolutely fabulously on you."

Screeching with joy, Vienna placed it on her head, before running over to show Blaine. "Poppy! Look what Daddy gave me!"

Blaine gasps in surprise, admiring his daughter's headgear, "I must say, Vienna, you look like a mini Kate Middleton."

"The princess from Engand!"

"England, sweetie, and yes!"

Giggling with delight, Vienna skipped off into her room, going to model herself in the mirror. Kurt shook his head at the thought. Whether they were blood related or not, Vienna was without a doubt Kurt's daughter.

"So, how is practice going?" Kurt asked.

"It went well, actually. Okay, Alex, we're done for the day. Wanna go play in your room?"

"Can I go watch the movie you bought me?"

"Mary Poppins? Of course! Go on ahead; I'll be in to set it up for you." Throwing his arms up in victory, Alex ran to his bedroom, nearly knocking Kurt out down in doing so.

"Alexander Toronto Anderson! No running in the house!" Kurt shouted warningly.

A dim "Sorry, Poppy!" followed afterwards.

Coming to his feet, Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt. "Long day?"

"Always when you're going with divas." Kurt sighed.

"How long until the wedding?"

"Three weeks. Which means up until then, I'll be working in hell." Kurt breathed heavily. He loved his job, but hated the drama of it. "How was Metro?"

"Perfect, as always. I swear, I'm this close to being vise president, I know it." Blaine explained, keeping a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. "You're headlining tonight, correct?" Kurt nodded in reply. "Excited?"

"Probably not as much as my biggest fan." Kurt gushed teasingly.

"I'll remember to bring the giant foam finger."

"Typical," Kurt pulled his husband forward, kissing him softly.

Blaine was just about to deepen the kiss when he was called upon by their son and Kurt by their daughter. Sighing, they went their separate ways, promising to finish where they left off later.