Epilogue

Years seeped by, seeing Kurt and Blaine's graduations, their Broadway debuts, the day they became Mr and Mr Anderson-Hummels, and those when they adopted their daughter, and then their son. Their love never grew weaker, and it could even be argued they loved each other more and more with each new wrinkle and each new gray hair.

They had successful careers, but the bliss they shared as a family was what really made them happy. They rarely fought, seeing eye to eye on almost everything, understanding each other without words, as they had since they were teenagers. Nothing could truly stand between them.

There were tougher times, as there are in any relationship, but their love conquered everything. It was always stronger than whatever crisis came their way.

Finally, once they retired, they bought a beautiful house right outside New York City; they wanted to stay close to the kids, who now had their own families, but they also wanted to have a little peace and quiet to enjoy simply being together. The house stood at the edge of a lake, and every morning they would wake to the sunshine reflected by its waters.

And fifty years after that one July afternoon, Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the porch of their house, cuddled as they had gotten used to do through the years, waiting for their kids to arrive for a family dinner.

And even though the once smooth skin of their faces wrinkled, Blaine's hair thinned and was threaded with silver, while Kurt's was as thick as it had always been, though no longer a shade of brown, but almost completely white.

They were basking in the warm summer sun, watching its rays dance on the tiny waves on the lake, until a distant sound of a car engine disrupted the pleasurable silence.

'They're coming,' Kurt sighed.

'Well, we'll get our peace and quiet back.'

They chuckled.

'You know I don't mind this kind of noise.' Kurt took his husband's hand in his own. The gesture had become as natural as breathing.

A car stopped in the driveway, soon followed by another.

And Kurt and Blaine went hand in hand down the porch steps.

THE END