Blaine woke up alone in a bed that wasn’t theirs. His sleep-addled brain was momentarily confused and slightly hung-over.

When his mind caught up with him, though, the breath suddenly left his lungs.

Holy shit.

It was his wedding day.

The door banged open, unwanted light streaming into his eyes.

“Well good morning, little brother. Sleep well?”

Blaine groaned at Cooper’s entirely too loud voice.

“Better get rid of that headache quick! You’re due at the courthouse in one hour,” he handed Blaine a large mug of coffee. “Shower and change. Your suit’s in the bathroom.”

Blaine did as he was told, cursed Cooper for getting him drunk, and, half and hour and three Advil later, they were out the door.

They were the first to arrive and Blaine paced the waiting room like a nervous wreck. Cooper just watched him, laughing. Moments later, the door opened, and Finn poked his head inside, smiling widely.

“We’re all here! Kurt’s fixing his hair in the bathroom.” The door opened wider, revealing Carol, Sarah, Quinn and Rachel, all done up in gorgeous dresses.

Kurt appeared behind them. “Show time.”

“Oh my god. We’re married!” Kurt exclaimed when they climbed into the back of the limo Blaine rented for them.

“Why, yes, Mr. Hummel-Anderson, we are.”

Kurt grinned, sliding across the seat to kiss Blaine deeply. “Hey, husband,” he whispered when he pulled back.

“Hey, husband,” Blaine repeated, his heart swelling so much it actually hurt. But it was a good hurt, a welcome hurt that he never wanted to disappear. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“DADDY!” A high pitched voice squealed, jarring Blaine from his deep, peaceful slumber.

“Maisie Elizabeth, use your inside voice, please,” Kurt scolded the six-year-old. “Now, let’s go back to the living room and let daddy sleep. He got home really late last night and he’s tired.”

“But Papa!”

“It’s alright, Kurt. I’m awake now,” Blaine yawned, stretching. “Come here baby girl. You, too, Papa.”

Blaine pulled the two loves of his life into the bed with him, snuggling them close under the quilt and vowing never to go on a two-week national tour again.

“I missed you two so much!”

“Missed you, too, daddy!”

“What did you do while I was gone, baby girl?”

“Daddy, I’m not a baby!”

“You’ll always be MY baby. So tell me, what did you do?”

“I hanged out with Uncle Cooper and Aunt Nami a lot.”

“Nay-OH-mi, Mais,” Kurt corrected.

“Naw-mi.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Blaine chuckled.

“Doesn’t matter,” Maisie mimicked with a giggle. “Uncle Coop is my favorite uncle.”

Blaine gasped dramatically, “Don’t tell Uncle Finn or Uncle Puck you said that!”

“I like them, too, silly.”

“Know what baby girl?”

“What daddy?”

“You’re my favorite daughter.”

“Daddy!”

“And your Papa is my favorite husband.”

“You’re silly!” She giggled and launched into a detailed description of everything she had done the past two weeks.

While she chatted away, Blaine leaned behind her to kiss Kurt softly.

“Welcome home,” Kurt whispered.

“Love you,” Blaine kissed him once more before turning back to their daughter.

“...And then, Uncle Cooper took me to the zoo!”

“He did?!”

“And we saw kangaroos!”

“No way!”

“Yes way!”

It had been a long day for Kurt and Blaine. It was close to midnight when they opened the door to their Manhattan penthouse and collapsed on their bed.

“Our daughter just graduated.”

“Our daughter just graduated from Harvard Medical School.”

“Blaine, our daughter is a doctor.”

“Dr. Maisie Hummel-Anderson. She got her brains from you, you know.”

“And her good looks from you.”

“Well, now what do we do?”

“Pay off her student loans?”

“I mean... right now.”

“Celebratory sex?”

“Our daughter just graduated from medical school sex?”

“Don’t use ‘our daughter’ and ‘sex’ in the same sentence.”

“Speaking of, when do you think Liam’s gonna propose?”

Kurt shrugged, “He’d better ask us first.”

“Oh, he will. He’s such a southern gentleman. His accent’s adorable.”

“Are we gonna have sex or talk about Maisie’s boyfriend?”

Blaine shook his head, straddling his husband. “You and your one-track mind.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson enjoyed fifty-five more years together.

They gave their daughter away at her wedding to Liam.

They were incredibly proud of her when she quit the hospital to open the Hummel-Anderson Clinic in Brooklyn.

Blaine got his Grammy. Twice.

They were there when their granddaughter was born, and when their grandson was born three years later.

Kurt worked at Burt’s until he couldn’t anymore, happily handing over the reigns to Liam, who kept it up and running for the rest of his life, eventually passing it on to his daughter. 

Blaine never stopped singing.

Kurt held Blaine close when they buried Cooper.

They bought their grandson a puppy for his tenth birthday, and diamond earrings for their granddaughter when she turned thirteen.

Blaine asked to be buried next to Cooper.

And when Kurt said goodbye to Blaine one Tuesday morning, he wasn’t so sad.

“We’ll find each other again,” he said. And when Kurt followed his husband two months later, Maisie smiled.

Papa never could be away from Dad for too long.

I never live.

I never die.

Without you.