"Dad, my tie looks fine," Hepburn said, trying to make Kurt stop playing with her tie. Kurt ignored her and continued. "Oh god, I'm- sorry, I'm just so excited," he said, "It's your first year at Hogwarts."

Hepburn dramatically rolled her eyes.

Kurt smiled lovely to his oldest daughter. The last couple of years had been amazing. When Blaine surprised him all those years ago by showing up in the loft, they started dating again. Most of the New Directions members had cried from happiness. (Including me)

Blaine had turned his life upside down when he decided to live in Muggle New York with Kurt, Santana and Rachel. He still visited the wizarding world, multiple times, and he often took Kurt with him. And of course he still used magic, but he attended NYADA with Kurt and Rachel.

After that, Kurt starred in some on- and off-Broadway shows. He also designed his own clothing line. Blaine also did two things at once: he performed and played Quidditch. Yes, they were both overachievers but yes, they loved it. He had also written a lot of songs during his last year of Hogwarts. Most were about Kurt, of course.

They got married when Kurt was twenty-seven. The ceremony wasn't that big. A lot of people showed up, including the New Directions, family (Kurt's Muggle side too, which was awkward since some purebloods wore some…. not Muggle-ish clothes) and Blaine was delighted when he saw his dad. There had been a lot of arguing, but also tear felt apologies. But the family was finally happy again.

Kurt wore his old the Little Mermaid sweater on their first day of their honeymoon. His first sweater was in his closet. He and Blaine made a special spot for that one. The second one worn out too, but it still fit. Kurt mostly wore it on his free days.

But he also wore it on the not so happy days, for example, the day they buried Eric. Kurt had cried for weeks. When Charming passed away a year later, they both decided to buy a house owl. They called him Boq.

Oh god, enough of the sad stuff.

When they were both thirty, Quinn donated the eggs. Hepburn Hummel-Anderson was born nine months later.

And three years after that, Tracy Hummel-Anderson was born. Kurt was proud of both of his girls and they both couldn't wait for their eleventh birthday.

Now, the waiting was over for Hepburn.

Quinn was wearing sunglasses, a black hat and a long, black coat. She was holding flowers. She slowly made her way down the cemetery. She kneeled down when she arrived at one particular grave stone.

"Hi Lilian, it's me, Lucy," she said, "I'm- How- I- God, I don't know what to say. I- I miss you, I love you. Forever. And- oh god, I'm sorry it took me so long, but- here I am."

She wiped away her tears and put down the flowers.

They were special flowers.

They were called pearl bush.

"Where are they?" Tracy sounded impatient- she probably was.

"I'm sure they'll be here. You know, your-" "THERE THEY ARE!" Hepburn interrupted Kurt. She pointed towards a group of people frantically – Cooper would've been proud.

Quinn and Puck were the first to arrive (okay, writing that like… that just feels weird, okay?) with their children. Their oldest daughter was also eleven and also excited to go to Hogwarts.

Finn and Rachel arrived after them with their horde of children. Some of them were ready for another exciting year at Scotland.

Sam and a very pregnant Mercedes smiled when they saw their friends at the gate. Their son wasn't old enough to go to Hogwarts, but they always came to say goodbye (and to comfort the crying parents after the train left for Scotland).

Brittany and Santana, Tina and Mike and more New Direction members showed up after that with their kids.

"Everyone's here!" Tracy said happily and clapped her hands, "Come on, daddies! It's time for Heppie to go." Hepburn groaned. "Tracy, how many times-" "Yeah, yeah, dont call me Heppie yada lalala.”

"And honey, are you ready?" Kurt smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, as soon as you're done with my tie," Hepburn replied, "I don't know if you know, but I have a plane to catch. And a train after that."

"Your dad is just very excited for you, hon," Blaine squeezed his daughter's hand. "I'm excited too, daddy," Hepburn said, "But dad just has to let go of me."

"I agree," Quinn said and Kurt shot her a glare. "Oh please, like you can let go of Julia?" he retorted and eyed the girl standing next to his best friend. Quinn was holding her daughter's had very protectively. Quinn's knuckles were almost white.

"Uncle Kurt is right, mommy," she peeped.

Then they heard yelling.

"No- stay here! Barbra, do not push Christop- oh never mind. Oh god! Charlotte, no, don't go there," she ran after her infant daughter. Sam giggled. "Don't forget the twins," he said and Rachel shrieked when she saw other her children running to a vending machine.

The lights flickered- it was time.

Kurt and Blaine both hugged their daughter extra tightly. “Dads! Dads! Air. I Need. God!” she squeaked.

They both reluctantly let go and Hepburn inhaled deeply. “Yes, thank you,” she said and fixed the hairband Kurt made for her, “And yes, before you continue, I'll write every week and yes, I'll be home for Christma- canIgonow?" She bounced up and down from excitement.

"Go have a fantastic year!" Blaine gave her a pat on the shoulder. Kurt, who was openly crying, nodded. He was too emotional to speak.

Hepburn squealed in delight and ran to Julia. “Come on, Jule, come on!” She took Julia by the hand and they both ran towards the boarding place. They waved like crazy before they boarded the plane.

The other first years followed shortly after them.

Kurt, Blaine and Tracy went home after that. Tracy went to a friend's house, because she felt the tension. She just knew that her dads needed some well-deserved privacy. When they were alone, Blaine cooked them dinner.

Kurt sat dumbfounded on the sofa.

"She's gone," he whispered to himself, "She's gone."

"Not forever, darling," Blaine called from the kitchen.

"Still, Blaine, she's- she's not here anymore. Her room is empty," Kurt continued, "And in three years, Trace will go with her and-" Blaine emerged from the kitchen and joined him on the sofa. Kurt instantly clutched him to Blaine, pulling him closer.

"But none of that now," Blaine said, "Because- well, there's something I've wanted to give you for a very long time."

That distracted Kurt enough.

"I was planning on giving it on our twenty-fifth anniversary this Christmas, but I can't wait any longer," he admitted sheepishly. Kurt cocked his head sideways. "Curiosity peeked," he smiled.

"I- eh, I always imagined this great gesture, ya know? But after today, I realized I don't want all that lavishness," Blaine started, "Simple doesn't have to mean that it's bad, you know? Life happens too fast for that. Hepburn leaving for Hogwarts proved that. The only thing that matters right now is that I love you. And that is enough for me. I hope for you too."

"This sounds like a wedding proposal," Kurt commented and Blaine laughs. "Yeah, kinda," he grinned, "I mean, I'd love to marry you again." "Glad to know that the feeling's mutual."

"But I- I'm just gonna give you," Blaine's face went all serious again, "And I know you like these big and grand, romantic gestures, but like I said all those years ago, I'm not good at romance. I hope you don't mind. I love you. That's all I want to say."

Kurt looked stunned when he saw Blaine fishing out a small box out of his pockets. It really felt like a wedding proposal, but if it wasn't, then what was it?

Blaine, face flushed, handed Kurt the small box. “I know it might be a little childish, but I-” but Kurt had already opened it.

Inside the box ring. It was bowtie-shaped and made out of gum wrappers. But that wasn't the most important part about it.

There was something glued on it in the middle of the bowtie. Kurt studied it and his jaw almost hit the floor when the realised what it was. He looked up and saw Blaine. He was still red, but he also beamed with pride.

Kurt smiled.

"A pearl."

THE END

Well, my dear readers, that's it. I just presented you the story of Kurt and Blaine. Thank you for reading I'm

Kurt groans in frustration. Quinn's family was visiting, but except for Quinn, there was no one to be seen. Quinn can't blame him and his frustration: the Hummel-Anderson house is huge and so is New York city.

"This is our first Christmas with Hepburn and Julia home from Hogwarts and everyone is gone. They've been gone for hours. Even Blaine!" he mutters and Quinn can't help it to smile.

"Drama king," Quinn rolls her eyes.

Kurt shakes his head and descends the staircase that leads to their basement. He's surprised to see Puck sitting there behind his laptop. Kurt remembers the day he taught him how to use one and smiles.

"Noah?"

"Kurt," Puck says, "I told you and Berry not to call me Noah." Kurt leans in the doorframe. "Yes, and if memory serves right, and I know it does, this ‘Berry' told you to stop calling her Berry." Puck just grunts.

Kurt walks towards his friend. “What are you doing down here anyway? It's been hou-“

THE END

Well, my dear readers, that's it. I just presented you the story of Kurt and Blaine. Thank you for reading I'm

"Puck, what are you writing? Or more importantly, who are you writing to?" Kurt raised his eyebrow. Puck quickly saved his document and shut down his laptop.

"Puck?"

Puck just shakes his head.

forever grateful. I am Noah Puckermann and it has been a honour to document Kurt and Blaine's (but mostly Kurt's) lives at Hogwarts. So long, bitches.