2019

"Are you going to share?" Blaine asked quietly, leaning over to kiss the top of his husband's head. "We've been home for three hours and I haven't had a single turn yet."

Kurt didn't look up from the bundle in his arms, but a slow smile spread across his face. He leaned down to brush a little kiss to the top of their daughter's head.

"Nope. You'll have to pry her from my arms. I don't plan on ever letting her go."

"Maybe this is a good time to let you know that Cooper dropped off one of those cheesecakes that you love. It's downstairs on the kitchen counter, just waiting for you to take a slice."

Kurt lifted his head at that with a raised eyebrow. He met Blaine's eyes, which were sparkling mischievously.

"I suppose I won't be able to talk you into bringing a slice up here and feeding me?"

Blaine smirked and held out his arms.

"At any other moment in our lives, I would gladly feed you cheesecake, baby. Right now though, I know that the only way I'll get to hold my own baby is if I make you feed yourself."

"OUR own baby," Kurt corrected with a smile, leaning his face upward for a kiss. Blaine placed a hand on his cheek and met his lips with a gentle kiss before nuzzling their noses together lightly. Kurt sighed and slowly stood as he pressed his arms into Blaine's to transfer the precious bundle.

"Here, you got her?"

"Yeah, I think, wait..."

"Move your arm... right... no like this."

"Over here?"

"Yeah, now slide in..."

"Okay, I've got her. You can let go."

Blaine shot his husband an annoyed look when he didn't move.

"I've got her, Kurt."

The brunette grimaced a little and then bit his lip, trying to hold in a laugh.

"I know. It's just, my arm is stuck underneath her."

Blaine glanced down and saw indeed that they were all entangled together. He tried to pull away, but Kurt's arm just came with him, along with the rest of his body.

"I guess you really meant it when you said that I'd have to pry her from your arms, huh?"

They looked at each other and burst into silent laughter, doing their best to not wake their baby girl. It took them a moment, but they eventually figured out how to maneuver so that Kurt could pull his arm free.

"Wow. Who knew that doing something as simple as passing our child back and forth could be so challenging?"

Blaine cracked a smile and settled down into the rocking chair.

"We figured it out though."

Kurt sighed happily and pulled his phone out of his pocket to snap a picture.

"Does it scare you at all though, babe?"

Blaine looked up curiously.

"Does what scare me?"

"How potentially hard this could be. How many times we're going to think that it will be easy and it'll end up being crazy difficult."

Blaine looked back down at his sleeping daughter and smiled.

"A little, I guess... but knowing that I get to look at this beautiful face for the rest of my life? The hard moments will be so worth it."

Kurt smiled and leaned up against the wall, watching his husband and daughter adoringly.

"You hear that, Hannah?" Blaine whispered, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. "However hard it is, you'll always be worth it."

"What was that you said about the hard moments being worth it?" Kurt groaned desperately as he paced back and forth across their bedroom floor, cradling Hannah to his shoulder.

It was seven hours later and Hannah had been crying non-stop. She didn't want to eat, she didn't need to be changed, she wouldn't sleep. They had tried everything. Blaine had even pulled out his guitar and tried singing to her but she had just heightened her screams. He was now lying on their bed, clutching his face in his hands and wishing that he were deaf. He sat up, shooting Kurt a chagrined look.

"Hey, why don't you try singing?" He asked suddenly.

"We did that sweetie," Kurt sighed impatiently. "I think she shattered glass, remember?"

"I sang. You haven't tried singing yet. You have a soothing voice, Kurt. Give it a try."

Kurt thought for a moment and blushed before opening his mouth to sing.

Good night, sleep tight

Time for a lullaby

Hannah stilled in his arms and let out a tiny choked cough before going quiet. They looked at each other with wide eyes and Kurt rushed on to sing more.

Dream, sweet dreams

As the world goes by

Kurt rested his head on top of the downy soft hair as he finished.

Stars so bright

Shining down on you

Good night, sleep tight

May all your dreams come true

"Oh my god! You're magic!" Blaine whispered excitedly. Kurt smiled softly and eased himself down onto the bed, cradling Hannah to his chest.

"What is that song, by the way?"

Kurt blushed again and mumbled beneath his breath, "It's from the Carebears."

"Awww! You just sang our daughter to sleep courtesy of rainbow colored little bears!"

Kurt couldn't help laughing again as Blaine grinned and kissed his cheek.

"We had this story cassette tape when I was little. I listened to it every night. That lullaby was on there and I'd fall asleep to it."

"That's so sweet, babe. I love it," Blaine yawned, cuddling into Kurt's side and putting an arm around both of them.

"I'm not putting her down, Blaine." Kurt said as he closed his eyes. "Not yet, anyway. I may fall asleep though, so please make sure that I don't crush our baby."

"Hey, would you stay awake if I went and got a piece of that cheesecake and fed it to you?"

Kurt's eye popped open.

"For real? You'll feed me?"

Blaine leaned in to give him another kiss before hopping off the bed.

"You're the one with the magic that makes our little scream machine go to sleep. If anyone deserves to be hand fed, you do."

Kurt smiled as Blaine left the room, secretly hoping he'd be able to stay awake long enough to enjoy the cheesecake.

2023

"Kurt!"

Blaine ran into the house as fast as he dared, cradling a crying Hannah in his arms. Kurt dashed out of his office, hearing the panic in his husband's voice. His eyes widened when he saw their four-year-old clutching at her right arm with her left, tears streaming down her face. It was sticking out at a disturbingly odd angle.

"What happened?!"

"I don't even know for sure!" Blaine cried in a ragged voice. "I was mowing the lawn and she was playing happily. Next thing I knew she was lying at the bottom of the apple tree, holding her arm and screaming. She must have tried to climb it. I think it's broken. We need to take her to the hospital."

Kurt felt like someone had punched him in the stomach when he took in the sight of his daughter's pained face.

"Come on. I'll drive."

Three hours later Kurt was curled up on the hospital bed, holding a now calm and casted Hannah in his lap. Blaine walked into the room after finishing with their paperwork, to hear Kurt singing the little lullaby that had officially been dubbed "Hannah's Song" over the years.

He smiled at the sight and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand over to brush a strand of blonde hair from Hannah's eyes. She turned bright blue eyes in his direction and reached out her good arm with grasping fingers and a little whimper. He picked her up gently, careful of her temporary cast.

"What do you want, punkin? Absolutely anything."

There was silence for a moment as Kurt scooted over and wrapped his arms around the two of them, gazing down at her face. She looked up at both of her fathers hopefully.

"Simba?"

"Done." Blaine smiled. "Anything else?"

"Cheesecake?"

Kurt and Blaine both laughed softly and leaned their heads together.

"Hannah, you are so our daughter," Blaine laughed. "Cheesecake it is."

2028

Blaine stepped through the front door to find nine-year-old Hannah curled up on Kurt's lap, something she rarely did anymore since she had deemed herself "too old", crying broken-heartedly. One look at Kurt's face told him that this much more than a skinned knee or a bad grade. He rushed over to sink down by their sides and was devastated to see a couple of unshed tears in Kurt's eyes as well.

"What happened?" He asked softly. Hannah looked up, startled by his voice, and sniffed loudly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her close, looking at Kurt questioningly. His husband hesitated and swallowed hard.

"Just, a kid at school wasn't very nice today."

"Were you bullied, Hannah? Did someone say or do something mean to you?" Blaine asked in a tight voice, trying to hold back his anger.

Hannah just cried harder and Kurt slowly shook his head.

"Not me, daddy," Hannah sobbed.

"Was another kid being teased then?" Blaine asked, wondering why she was this upset.

Kurt shook his head slowly once again and caught Blaine's eye. He lifted a hand over Hannah's head and pointed a finger at himself and then at his husband. Blaine's heart sank and he felt like he would be sick. This had happened once before, so Hannah wasn't a stranger to this kind of hate.

She knew all the speeches. She knew the truth. She knew every cliche that her dads could throw at her in this moment. Sometimes it just plain hurt, regardless of how much you knew.

They sat together for a few moments. Hannah still on Kurt's lap with her arms around Blaine's neck, Blaine holding her tight, and Kurt with his arms around both of them, resting his head on top of his daughter's. Suddenly Blaine had a moment of inspiration. He grabbed Hannah up from Kurt's lap, swinging her in a circle and kissing her forehead before setting her down.

"You and daddy get changed into jammies and put on whatever Disney channel show you want. I'm going to go and get cheesecake and we're going to have a 'Hannah Night'!"

'Hannah Night' had started back on the night she had broken her arm. It always involved cheesecake, usually involved pajamas and a movie, and inevitably involved one of them singing her special song. Lately it had morphed into Disney channel shows rather than cartoons, which both men inwardly cringed at.

"Can we watch the one where they sing in a band?"

Blaine watched Kurt snicker behind his daughter's head and knew he was thinking, Isn't that all of them? He hid his laughter though and stepped up behind her, running fingers through her silky blonde hair.

"Anything you want, baby."

"Woo Hoo!" She smiled, wiping away her drying tears and dashing to her room to change.

The husbands looked at each other then, sighing heavily and sobering up once more. They stepped into each other's arms silently.

"You're a good dad, Blaine."

"You too, honey."

2035

"It is midnight! Midnight, Kurt!"

"Yes, darling," Kurt commented dryly as he folded his newspaper. "I can tell time, believe it or not."

"How can you be so calm?!" Blaine paced back and forth anxiously and Kurt looked at him with pity.

"Well, she is sixteen. She's incredibly responsible. We've known this guy for months now, and I trust him... Well, as much as you can trust any teenage guy. We also told her that midnight is her curfew. Technically it is ony 11:59, so she's not even late. That, honey, is why I am calm."

Blaine sputtered some little noises that Kurt took to mean, 'If I could think of some rational way to argue with you I would', and went back to his pacing.

In that moment, they heard a jingling of keys at the front door and a creak of the hinges. Kurt eyed the clock which was just clicking onto midnight and sent Blaine a triumphant glance. Blaine just glared, and then steadied himself as Hannah walked into the room.

She was staring dreamily and playing with a strand of her hair when she walked in. She jumped slightly when she saw both of her fathers watching her and self-consciously tugged at her shirt.

"Dads! What are you doing up?"

"Every once in a while we get super crazy and stay up past eight," Kurt responded sarcastically, but with a smile. She grinned then and came over to kiss him on the cheek. Blaine was just staring at her in disbelief. She turned to hug him but shrank back when she saw his startled look.

"Daddy? Are you okay?"

Blaine's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak for a moment. He glanced over her shoulder to see Kurt leveling him with a look and shaking his head slowly. He cleared his throat roughly and shook his head.

"Yeah, I... it's nothing sweetie. Did you have a good time tonight?" He almost choked on the question and Kurt snickered silently as he turned his head to the side. Hannah's face took on another dreamy smile.

"It was the best. I really like this guy, dads!" She turned to look at Kurt too when she responded and he smiled back gently. It was probably a good thing that she was facing away from Blaine because his expression just looked pained. He pulled it together though by the time she turned back around.

"I'm glad you had a good time, Hannah," he said with a mostly genuine smile. "You know that you can talk to me and daddy about absolutely anything though, right? Anything at all... Anything..." he trailed off, looking at her hopefully. Kurt had to hide his laugher once again. Hannah blushed deeply.

"I know, dad. If there's anything at all that I need to... talk to you about..." she distinctly looked away then. "I will. I promise."

Blaine forced another smile and moved to hold her tightly for a moment.

"Okay. Well, it's late. Goodnight, punkin."

"Night daddies," she smiled, giving Kurt a quick hug before skipping off to her room.

The moment her door closed Blaine whipped around to Kurt and grabbed him by his shoulders. Kurt's eyes widened comically as he looked into his husband's crazed eyes.

"Her shirt was on backwards, Kurt! Backwards!"

"Yes, sweetie. I noticed that."

"Did you notice that a purple bra strap was sticking out of her purse? I took her shopping for that bra! I recognized it! I didn't buy it so she could carry it around in her purse!"

"Yes, I noticed that too," Kurt shushed him with a grin.

"Why aren't you panicking? Why am I always the one to panic?!" Blaine shook Kurt by the shoulders just a bit. Before Kurt could respond he let go and started pacing once again.

"Damn that purple bra! I should have known! A sixteen-year-old doesn't need a purple bra! Beige, Blaine. Next time insist on beige!"

Kurt gave up on reasoning with his husband at that point and yanked Blaine into his arms. He held the shorter man tightly by the waist and kissed him deeply. Blaine let out a little strangled "Mmmph" at first, but soon melted against Kurt with a sigh. They both relaxed as they danced their tongues together and breathed each other in. Blaine smiled contentedly as he pulled back.

"How do you always do that to me? I'm all worked up and then with one kiss you can make me forget about..." his eyes narrowed as he trailed off. Kurt groaned inwardly.

"Wait! See? This is exactly what I was talking about! Don't try to convince me that nothing happened tonight! He's a boy and this is how boy's think!" He pointed down to the semi hard-on he was sporting. "One good kiss and my mind was completely muddled. I was thinking with this head, not with this one!" He pointed back up to his forehead then, giving Kurt an exasperated look.

"Blaine," Kurt sighed deeply, trying desperately to hold back his laughter. "Listen to me. We've talked to her about sex. We've talked to her about birth control and STD's. We've talked to her about respecting herself and knowing she is worth waiting for. We've loved her like crazy and taught her how to think independently. We've done everything we can to prepare her. There is nothing more we can do right now. If we start acting crazy she might stop talking to us about this stuff completely. She might even rebel. I just think that unless she does something completely inappropriate. we need to let things take their own course from here on out."

"But," Blaine looked at him with huge, sad eyes. "She's my baby!" Kurt nodded with a sympathetic little pout.

"I know, love. She's my baby too."

Blaine sighed then and pulled Kurt close.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak out so much. You have just as much reason to be upset, and you had to be the calm one."

"That's okay. I'm used to it," Kurt smiled into Blaine's shoulder. "There's only room for one crazy person in this relationship and you have filled that spot since the day you sang 'When I Get You Alone' in a Gap." He gigged loudly when Blaine tickled his sides.

"I know what'll cheer you up. There's a piece of cheesecake left in the fridge. I'll split it with you."

Kurt kissed his husband on the nose when Blaine smiled his agreement, and walked into the kitchen. He came back a moment later with the cheesecake and two glasses of wine, but was surprised to find the room empty. He set the plate and glasses down on the coffee table and headed curiously down the hall. He stopped just outside Hannah's room when he saw the door open. A soft smile crossed his face as he and leaned against the doorframe.

Blaine was sitting on the edge of Hannah's bed. She was sound asleep and holding a huge teddy bear that Blaine had bought her when she was still small and he was tucking her comforter around her shoulders while running a hand over her hair.

Quietly, so quietly that Kurt could barely make it out, he was singing.

Good night, sleep tight

May all your dreams come true

2038

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, babe?" Blaine walked into the living room with a concerned expression. He could have sworn that Kurt's voice had just cracked, as if he were crying. Tear filled blue eyes looked up at him as he walked over to the sofa. Kurt was curled up with a pile of photo albums around him, one in particular of Hannah as a baby was open on his lap.

"Oh, honey," Blaine laughed sympathetically as he sat down and pulled Kurt into his arms.

"You know how I said I'd never let her go? That you'd have to pry her from my arms?" Kurt sniffed. Blaine nodded silently against his hair. "I'm gonna have to let her go tomorrow, aren't I?"

Blaine didn't say anything for a moment, just hugged his husband close.

"It's just college, baby. She's not getting married or anything."

"College that's four hours away," Kurt pouted as he thumbed through another few pages.

"Oh, Kurt. She hasn't left yet! Don't sit here and be sad. Go hug her while you can. She's in her room packing."

Kurt shook his head sadly before setting aside the albums.

"I was in there a few minutes ago and I think I was just depressing her with my moping and constant need to cuddle. She's getting ready to leave in a few minutes anyway for one last night with 'The Boyfriend'." He glared at the prom photo sitting on the end table while he did sarcastic finger quotes. Blaine sucked in his lips to keep from snorting a laugh.

"Since when are you the one who hates her having a boyfriend? I'm always the one freaking out and you're the voice of reason. I feel the need to warn you that I'm not sure I can handle such a drastic change in our dynamic after all these years. I may need a minute to adjust," Blaine teased.

Kurt smiled a little bit then.

"It has nothing to do with him. I'm just sad that this is her last night in the state and we don't even get to spend it with her."

Blaine ran his fingers through soft, brown hair, causing Kurt to sigh and lean down on his shoulder. Before either could speak again though, Hannah bounced into the room wearing her pajamas and clutching a huge bag in her hands. She plopped herself down on both of their laps with a grin and kissed their cheeks.

"You're going on a date in your pajamas?" Kurt eyed her warily. Even in his sad state, he was prepared to argue against wearing sleepwear in public.

"Yes, I am," She smiled cheekily. She tapped her father's legs urging them to scoot apart, and she settled down in between them. They looked curiously at each other over top of her head as she set her large bag on top of the coffee table. She turned back to them with bright eyes as she pulled out a cheesecake, sparkling cider and a copy of "The Lion King".

"You're staying in with us?" Kurt asked, his voice cracking again.

"It's my last night at home, daddy!" She looked at him like he was crazy. "Of course I'm going to spend it with you guys!"

"What about your date, punkin?" Blaine asked with with a smile, but honestly not really caring.

"If he wants to see me that badly he can drive my way after I leave," she shrugged. "You guys are way more important. I needed another 'Hannah Night' before I have to go." She was working incredibly hard at pretending that she wasn't getting choked up.

Kurt wordlessly put his arms around her and pulled her against his shoulder. Blaine put the movie in and settled back down on her other side, propping her legs up on his lap and threading his fingers together with Kurt behind her head.

They sat together, cuddled up, eating cheesecake and singing along. If one of them teared up for a moment, here and there, the other two would silently pass a tissue and snuggle each other tighter.

2042

"Is she on?"

"There she is!"

"Daddies? You disappeared. I can't see you."

"Wait. Oh, Blaine. That button. Press that one."

"Can you see..."

"There you are!"

All three family members grinned happily at each other for a moment, just drinking in the sight. It had been a whole month since they had seen each other, and Blaine and Kurt were missing their little girl. Well, she really wasn't their little girl anymore. She was twenty-two, but to them, she would always be their baby.

"You look so good, punkin!" Blaine exclaimed, gripping Kurt's hand.

"Thanks, daddy!" She looked back at them through the computer screen with a wistful smile on her face. She really did look good. She had a new haircut, new clothes, and she just looked content and happy.

"So, what's it like living in London?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"It's so amazing, dad," she sighed happily. "I haven't had a ton of time to explore the city yet, I've been so busy with the internship. I pretty much take the tube to work and back, but what I've seen has been fabulous!"

They looked at her shining eyes and both had to swallow back a hard lump, knowing it would be at least ten months before they saw her again. She looked so happy, they would never have taken that away from her, but they missed her like crazy.

"I'm glad, baby." Kurt said in a slightly rough voice. He was glad when she didn't seem to notice, but Blaine squeezed his fingers tightly under the table.

"I, um. I met someone," she said then in a soft voice. "He's... he's incredible daddies. I am absolutely crazy about him. I think he may be the one."

They both stared at her with wide eyes... and felt their hearts break in two. She met someone. Someone who lived in London. Their baby was never going to come home.

"That's wonderful, Hannah. Tell us about him," Blaine managed to choke out. This time, she noticed the distress on both of their faces.

"I will, but I want you to know one thing first. Yes, he's from London, but he has family in the states. He's excited about traveling with me to meet you guys, and... I mean, we're not at a place where we're making decisions yet," she blushed as she looked down at her lap, "but I know without a doubt that he would be more than happy to come to America with me if I decided that's what I want. I just don't want you to worry about that part."

They visibly sagged with relief and Blaine plopped his fence down in his hands with a sigh.

"Oh god, Hannah," Kurt laughed. "I think you about gave dad a heart attack. I know I almost stopped breathing for a second."

They all laughed together and Blaine eventually pulled his face up from his hands.

"In that case, baby. I am sure that I'm going to love this guy."

"You will, daddy," she responded with another blush and a stare off into space. They both felt their hearts break again just a tiny bit, but it was a good kind of break.

"So!" She said brightly, shaking herself from her reverie. "Are you guys ready?"

The men grinned and reached from behind the computer and to pull out to plates of cheesecake and glasses of wine. Hanna did the same and they were soon laughing and tasting as they chatted about anything and everything. All too soon, it was time to go. Hannah sighed heavily as she set aside her wine glass and stared sadly into the computer.

"Can I tell you something that is gonna make me seem like a lonely little kid?"

"What, sweetie?" Kurt asked in a concerned voice as he leaned toward the screen.

"I wish you were here to sing me my song. God, I've been too old for that for a ridiculous amount of years now, but I know very well how many times one of you would sing it to me when you thought I was asleep." She wiped at her eyes then and Kurt took Blaine's hand in his, holding it to his mouth as he tried to hold back his own tears. "I would just lie there, and pretend to be asleep so you'd keep on singing. I know I could ask you to sing it over the computer, but it's not the same as having it right here in the room with me," she sniffed delicately.

Blaine wiped away a tear of his own but smiled, and Kurt joined him.

"Did you check your mail today, sweetie?"

She looked at him oddly.

"Um, yeah. It's sitting here. I didn't have time to..." she trailed off and a smile spread across her face. "What did you guys send me?!"

She was a blur for just a moment as she leaned to the side. They heard a lot of rustling and then a gasp.

"No. Oh my gosh! No way!"

Her face popped back in front of the screen again and she was holding a disc in her hand. There was a picture of the three of them on the front cover. Hannah was just a baby and she was cuddled onto Kurt's chest. He had his eyes closed and was resting his head on top of hers. He was sitting on a bench between Blaine's legs and was leaning back against his chest. Blaine had his arms wrapped around them both and was tipping his head to the side to peer into Hannah's face with a look of pure joy. Across the top, in curvy script, were the words: Hannah's Song.

"Did you guys make me a recording?" Her voice was soft and incredulous.

They only nodded in response, too caught up in their emotions to find the words.

She nodded back, feeling the same way. She blew them a kiss, while holding the CD case to her heart.

2045

"Knock, knock."

Hannah looked up with a joyful but tired smile, as her fathers entered the room.

"Come on in, guys," she whispered. "He just fell asleep."

Kurt couldn't help but let a little 'aww' escape his mouth as he took in the sight of his grandson, curled up into a tiny, newborn ball and sleeping on Hannah's shoulder. He reached out his arms immediately and she handed the babe over with a smile. They laughed softly as their arms got tangled for just a moment in the transition. Blaine's breath caught in his chest when he remembered a similar incident only twenty-five years ago.

Kurt pressed a kiss to his daughter's cheek before settling down in the rocking chair with his grandson. Blaine stepped up and pulled her into a tight hug.

"How are you feeling, punkin?"

"I'm good. Definitely sore. DEFINITELY tired," she laughed, "but good. Happy." He kissed her forehead and pulled her into another hug.

"You look happy."

"Guess what's waiting for you downstairs, Hannah?" Kurt asked softly with a grin, not looking up from the baby he was holding. She wrinkled her brow in concentration for a moment before a look of delight crossed her face.

"Please tell me you brought me cheesecake!"

"On the kitchen counter," Blaine smiled, opening the door for her. She blew them both kisses and ducked out of the room excitedly.

Blaine walked over to where Kurt was settled with their grandson and knelt on the floor. As he leaned in, he could hear Kurt, softly humming the lullaby. For long minutes Kurt rocked and sang while Blaine stroked the downy hair and pressed kisses to the soft cheeks.

"So," He sighed happily as he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Are you going to share?"

Kurt smiled widely, but still kept his focus on the baby in his arms.

"Nope. I don't plan on ever letting him go."

Blaine chuckled as he wrapped his arms around the two of them.

"You hear that, buddy? We never let go of your mama. We'll never let go of you."

Hannah stood outside the doorway. She was holding three slices of cheesecake and wiping happy tears from her cheeks, thinking that there were no better dads in the world.