1988

It was hard for Blaine to focus. He just wanted to get out of there so he could get home instead of being stuck in the choir room. He checked his watch and figured that it was late enough so he packed up his stuff and hurried out.

"Hey gorgeous," Kurt smiled and drew him into his arms so he could kiss his husband. He smelled like his usual summer rain scent with a mix of strawberries and fresh coffee. The scent of home.

It was 3pm and Blaine was happy that he made it home before everything was about to start. He kissed Kurt all over his face and couldn't stop grinning. Today was a special day, and he intended it to be celebrated as such.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. I've been having Taylor for piano lessons all day and the choir room was like an oven," he said to Kurt and kissed his cheek before heading up the stairs.

"That's fine, baby. Just hurry. People will start coming over soon an I want you to be here with us," Kurt called him, his voice a trill on his tongue.

He did hurry. There was no chance in the world he was going to miss this. Kurt's family was coming from Lima - Finn and Rachel with their kids included of course. Puck was already there though, but then again; he was always at their house.

As soon as Blaine was ready and dressed he headed downstairs to the sound of Kurt and Puck in the garden. He didn't even get down the hall to the garden door before he was attacked by a little figure jumping into his arms.

"Daddy! Daddy Kurt said that I should tell you to hurry," she said with a laugh. Her dark hair was gathered in two braids and she was wearing a new dress with purple flowers, her grin flashing the open space from the tooth she had lost the other day with a marvel of pride as she presented it for her daddies in her tiny palm.

"I am ready now, princess. Are you?" He asked and picked her up to carry her to the garden. Sure, Kurt had told him to stop carrying her around like that, something about his back, but how could he when his daughter was turning 6?

As they stepped onto the patio the girl jumped out of Blaine's arms to climb onto Kurt's lap. Puck grinned at him before he leaned down to kiss the girl on her forehead. Blaine hurried over to close his arms around Kurt from behind and kiss him on his hair, their daughter laughing up at him waiting for a kiss herself.

"Where's your brother?" Blaine asked as he sat down next to them and twirled one of the braids around his finger.

"Dear Trent thought he would rather read your old comic books over by the swingset than play with us," Kurt declared and rolled his eyes teasingly.

"Good we have one kid to keep us company, right lovechild?" He chuckled and strengthened his grip around the girl in his arms, making her giggle loudly, nearly falling from his lap.

"Oh well, can't except an 8 year old to want to be bothered with his old, boring parents," Blaine said and leaned back against the table.

After Blaine and Kurt had come to San Francisco they had moved in with Puck and Kurt's friends. They had all been warmly welcoming to them and opened their home for as long as they needed. Blaine quickly got a job in a music store much larger than the one back in Lima and one of the girls they were living with quickly found out that Kurt was a talented artist so she helped him in contact with people willing to pay for his drawings. Only 4 months later they had moved into their own loft.

They weren't married really. They couldn't do that. They had a commitment ceremony as it was called for same-sex-couples. It sucked and they had walked in endless parades and demonstrations to get the laws changed, but they were happy to have taken the final step of their relationship - as much as they were allowed to at least.

Their wedding had been spent with Kurt's family coming from Lima, their friends and a big part of the LGBT community gathering to celebrate them. To celebrate their love. The actual reception had been a small party of family and friends though, ended with an eight days trip to Hawaii filled with art, music and lovemaking. They had agreed to take Kurt's name. With them sharing the name Hummel, and Blaine's family name Anderson completely out of the picture it felt like the last part of his past had been wiped away.

Blaine had started out by playing around in bars and at events, but eventually he got a steady job as a music teacher for kids. Kurt had exhibitions of his art all over the country, each time Blaine proudly standing by his side and holding his hand. He had nothing to hide anymore. Eventually Kurt got a job as an art teacher at the other end of town, though he still got his art out around San Francisco. However, every now and then people around the country would call to ask if he had something they could borrow for an event. He had even sold to a few galleries and collectors across the globe.

Both of them were representatives and presidents of different LGBT clubs and charity organizations. They had kept in touch with the people they had first moved in with in San Francisco and along with them they had signed up for a lot of different political activities. They had never had to discuss their part in the political aspect, because both of them had found it the most natural for them to fight for the community they were now such a big part of.

After having been married a few years they adopted their son. He was only just born when they were allowed to take him home so they named him Trent. They hadn't talked much to their friend Trent after they left Lima and Blaine feared he had forgot about them. Naturally Kurt constantly assured him that no one could ever forget about him, and when their son was 3 years old Trent showed up at their door step. He had got the address from Kurt's dad. He had been in the army, forced in, and he hadn't dared telling them. Of course they welcomed him into their home and he was ecstatic when he found out they had named their son after him.

Soon their daughter came along. A princess they named Susan Elizabeth. Both of their kids were lively and interested in both music and art which the proud parents were thrilled about. They encouraged them in whatever wishes they had, and was very vocal in their schools in different creative and political groups, doing their best to help contribute to create a healthy and tolerant learning environment for the children, as well as helping to create an open space for straight parents to be informed about kids of same-sex-couples, or kids struggling with their own sexuality.

Finn and Rachel had three kids. Two girls and a boy, whom Blaine and Kurt were the proud godparents of. Finn never went back to Vietnam but stayed in Lima with Rachel where they got married a year after Blaine and Kurt had moved away. Puck had a daughter himself, but wasn't married; he was still in a committed relationship with the mother though. He had moved to San Francisco himself and met a gorgeous girl he settled down with.

Sure they had run into troubles. They hadn't been in touch with Blaine's father at all, but after they found themselves with a steady income and they were sure it would stay like that Blaine had called the church in Lima to figure out how he could get his mom's spot at the cemetery transferred to him instead of his father. They had paid for it and made sure it was kept nice and beautiful.

They had been in endless amounts of confrontations with people who didn't find them suitable for having kids, or for being public about their love, but they had fought back, Blaine never letting go of Kurt's hand for a second. He hadn't hidden for 20 years.

Their life had turned out good.

Now they were seated in their backyard surrounded by family and friends, no other worries than whether they wanted coffee or tea.

Kurt went into the kitchen to get cups for his dad and Carole and Blaine snuck after him, surprising him by placing soft kisses on his neck. Kurt hummed silently and closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of his husband's lips caressing his skin.

"You're such a tease," Kurt giggled and turned around to face him, his eyes sparkling and happy. Blaine would never grow tired of looking at him, he had only grown more beautiful with the years.

"I just wanted to remind you that today it is 20 years since a beautiful boy grabbed my hand and showed me a whole new life," Blaine cooed and folded his arms around Kurt's waist. He nuzzled his nose into his hair and kissed his ear.

"I could never forget," Kurt smiled affectionately and rustled with his bracelet that he hadn't taken off since the day Blaine had given it to him in the forest.

"Of course you couldn't. Even though we were stoned," Blaine laughed and Kurt shushed him with a chuckle.

"I told you we would have it all one day, Stardust," he smiled, staring into Blaine's eyes making his knees go weak.

After 20 years Kurt still had the ability to make his heart race and his stomach fill with butterflies just by looking at him. He would let himself over to Kurt any day. Good thing for him was that he still had the ability to make Kurt speechless and blush with even a simple word.

Blaine and Kurt lived happily together with their two children of love for an unknown amount of years filled with art and music and eventually grandchildren. I wish I could tell you more about that, but it was the perfect love, and the incredible thing about the perfect love is that it is more than one can express.