The Hummel-Anderson's lives were perfectly imperfect. Everyone was super busy almost all the time. But, a busy family is a happy family (for the most part).

Kurt launched his own line of haute couture menswear that got picked up by high end retailers throughout major cities in the US, Europe and eastern Asia. Blaine worked long hours at the fire station. Kayla stayed busy with school, excelling in all her classes as she worked her way toward college.

When schedules allowed for family dinners, each Hummel-Anderson would tell the others about their day. As Kayla grew up, there was always some club or sports activity she participated in, so she always had plenty to share. Kurt would talk about various designs he planned on using for the next season's line. Blaine told stories about other firefighters at the station, but would often gloss over facts from his day so as not to scare his family. This worked for a while until one night when Kayla was at a friend's house for a sleepover and Kurt and Blaine had their house to themselves. Clothes came off quickly and hands revisited the other man's body as lips, teeth and tongues roamed everywhere. It took a few minutes, but Kurt eventually found something he wasn't used to seeing on his husband's body – fresh stitches and some small burns.

They had fights over the years. Usually they were over stupid things like Kurt forgetting to take out the trash, or Blaine accidentally shrinking one of Kurt's favorite shirts. Sometimes they would yell at each other (more often than not "I love you, but I don't have to like you right now!"), but on a whole the house was pretty civil. Blaine's hidden injuries (the aftermath of an rescue gone wrong at work that day), however, caused Kurt to lose it. There was shouting and tears. Mostly tears.

Kurt and Blaine did not make love that night. Instead, they held each other until the sun came up, confessing their fears and promising nothing less than complete honesty – regardless of consequence – from that day on.

There was never any doubt that they wouldn't get through this. Kurt and Blaine were resilient. After being separated for ten years in their youth, neither man could stand being apart from the other, regardless how angry or upset he got at any given time. Their love was strong. Their love was lasting. Their love was forever.

Together Kurt and Blaine watched their daughter grow into the strong woman they always knew she would be. Kurt designed her prom dresses and later her wedding gown. Both dads walked her down the aisle and gave her away. Their proud smiles during the reception gave way to seemingly endless tears that night when Kurt and Blaine rocked each other to sleep.

They grew old, but they did so together. Blaine watched Kurt's mounting frustration when arthritis set in and he could no longer sketch designs by hand as often as he liked. When Blaine eventually retired from the fire department, Kurt felt immense pride at the service his husband had provided to the city and the lives he helped save over his 45-year career. Tears raced down his cheeks as he hugged Blaine after his retirement ceremony, forever thankful that his husband was never badly injured, or worse, on the job.

They celebrated joyous occasions and anniversaries. They mourned losses of family, friends and colleagues. They were the epitome of the cute old married couple, but that's probably because they had been acting that way their whole lives. Sometimes Kurt and Blaine would sit around and laugh at their younger selves, wishing they knew then what they knew now – that they would end up together forever. Best friends. Loving husbands. Soul mates.

Their love for each other was like an eternal flame, always burning. Sometimes it burned hot and bright, like those rare moments of pure bliss they had when their daughter was at camp or after she went away to college. Sometimes it burned steady and strong, like when Blaine put on a brave face and held tight to his husband's hand as they found out the results of Kurt's potential cancer scare (the lump was benign). But it burned. It always burned.

Their flame never flickered. Their flame never died.