"Might I have this dance?"

The young woman turned around, dark curls brushing across her shoulder as she spun. She gave a small laugh when she saw who was holding out their hand.

"Sure thing, Pop."

Blaine smiled and placed a hand on her waist and grasped her hand with his other. They started to dance slowly to the beat.

"Madeline, have I ever told you that you look beautiful in white?" Blaine questioned, a sparkle in his eyes.

She laughed again, she seemed to be doing that a lot throughout the day, and replied, "Only about 700 times today."

Blaine glanced over at the blonde haired young man talking to some of the guests, "I really like that Nathan kid."

There were some nights when Blaine would wake up sweating, sitting upright quickly, startling Kurt out of his more pleasant dreams. The doctors said it was Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

"Isn't that a war thing?" Kurt had asked, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Blaine's back in the doctor's office.

"It does occur most often with war, but it can happen with any large traumatic experience, usually something that's man-made," the doctor explained, "That's why a car accident can cause this."

Blaine's voice was small when he spoke up, "Will it go away?"

The doctor smiled reassuringly, "You seem to have a very good life outside of the accident, and many people willing to help you through this. It's mostly a matter of stress, and if you keep that down, you should be fine. Your case isn't very severe. In the event that something similar happens, such as another car accident, possibly even witnessing another car accident, you could have a flashback. But, again, in keeping stress under control, I believe that you'll be fine."

Kurt looked over at Blaine and smiled reassuringly, "It's all going to be okay."

She joined his gaze to look over at her new husband, "I think he's been a little in love with me since the day his father died and I told him he could share mine, since I had two."

Blaine looked up at her; she was taller in heels, "When was this?"

"Hmm," she pondered, looking upward as if she'd find the answer there, "grade two, I believe."

"So, this was before your brother then," Blaine asked, "before you actually had to share us?"

"Well, yeah," Maddy laughed, "I wouldn't have wanted to share you with two other people."

Blaine nudged her in the side and joked, "Well, it's a good thing your Dad and I didn't have more kids then."

Her smile softened, "I wouldn't have truly minded. You're so in love, how could I deny you that?"

Sometimes Blaine would wake to find Kurt staring at him with an odd expression. Blaine would just rub his eyes, stretch, and yawn out a "what?"

It took him a little while to be prepared for when Kurt would launch himself on him, kissing him fiercely. Blaine was usually still in his just-woken-up fog and ended up going with the flow. Eventually he learned to anticipate it.

"It's just…" Kurt would choke out, "I went so long wondering if you'd ever open your eyes again."

Blaine would sit up then, pulling the older man into his arms and soothing him. "I'm here, I'm here. I'm awake."

After the first time that happened, Blaine tried to always be the first one awake.

"You wouldn't have minded if we had 10 kids, 14 cats and dogs. A few fish?" Blaine asked in mock seriousness.

"I think you're forgetting who you're married to," Madeline said, nodding her head towards the brunette standing on the sidelines, "Dad would have had a fit with all that fur."

Blaine twirled her out and back in, "Hairless."

"Oh, as if," she barked out a laugh.

Blaine laughed as well and tugged her in closer, observing the twinkling lights set up around the dance floor, "Well, you got your brother."

"And he's a very good one."

"I think we should still have another child," Kurt said one night when they were both sitting in bed reading.

It had been a little under 4 years since the accident, and they'd been dealing so much with the repercussions of that, that the topic of kids hadn't been brought up since the crash.

"But, Maddy's 9. I thought we didn't want that kind of age gap." Blaine had responded after he composed himself. This hadn't been a topic he thought was going to come up when Kurt said he was heading up for bed early.

Well, if either of them had been a woman, he could guess where they would relate.

Kurt closed his book and set it on the table beside the bed, "I was thinking we could adopt. A child, not a baby, so that they're not that much younger than Maddy."

Blaine blinked and looked around the room, quiet for a bit before replying, "Sorry, just hadn't really let myself think about it for a bit. I'm trying to wrap my head around actually having another."

Kurt laughed, shifting over to kiss his cheek, "We don't need to decide right now, I just think I'd like a son."

"Yeah, I think I'd like that too."

A tall brunette approach the dancing duo, "My ears are burning. What are you two saying about me?"

Madeline laughed, "Only good things, Josh, only good things."

Blaine looked over at Kurt, who was standing off to the side, watching his family, and caught his eye. Kurt grinned.

Turning back to his kids, Blaine passed his daughters hand over, "Take your sister off my hands, will you? I promised someone else a dance."

"Oh, sure, just pass me around like property," she joked, willingly starting to dance with Josh, "Just like the olden days. I see how it is."

She continued her conversation with his son, but Blaine couldn't hear her soft voice anymore, as he was walking away. All his attentions were focused on his husband, who he had now come within range of.

"May I have this dance?"

"I'm not ready for her to move out," Kurt whined.

Blaine looked over at him sitting on the bed, "Maybe we should get a dog."

Kurt looked startled, "Why would we get a dog?"

"To… replace Maddy?" Upon seeing Kurt's face, he rambled on, "No, not replace her. She's irreplaceable, of course. Just… the presence of another person in the house."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Well, we have Josh, and he eats enough for two."

Blaine crawled onto the bed and laid his head in Kurt's lap facing up at him, who started automatically dragging his fingers through Blaine's hair. "He's a teenaged boy, what do you expect?"

"I never ate that much as a teenager."

Blaine laughed, "You lived with Finn, I'm sure you understand what most teenaged boys are like."

He reached his face up and kissed Kurt's forearm as it passed by.

"Of course," Kurt replied, a twinkle in his eye.

Blaine held out his hand, and when Kurt took it, he pulled him in and swayed them out to the dance floor.

He could hear his kids mumble happily, then sigh, "There they go again."

"You know," Kurt started, "Except for that little minor detail of a car accident, I think we've had a really good life."

Blaine hummed and tucked his face into Kurt's neck, "It has been a wonderful life."

Kurt laughed softly at that and shifted his shoulder to get Blaine to raise his head again.

When he did, Kurt leaned down and kissed him.

They danced under the soft glow of the lights, the rest of the world disappearing for a song.

"I can't believe she's really getting married," Kurt worried out loud.

Blaine came up behind him and hugged him, "To the kid she met on the first day of kindergarten, too. I call that adorably romantic."

Maddy and Nathan were sitting in the living room, having just broken the news to Kurt and Blaine that they were getting married.

"Blaine," Kurt continued in a worried voice, "I'm feeling old."

The shorter man chuckled and spun him around, "You're not old, but, here, because I know you're worried about the wrinkles that come with old age."

Blaine stood up on his toes and kissed the corners of Kurt's eyes, where small lines were appearing. Then he kissed Kurt's forehead, his cheeks, his chin, temples, nose. He finished with a kiss on the lips.

"Where do you think I'm getting wrinkles?" Kurt giggled a little incredulously, although cheered.

Blaine pulled him into a hug again, "I don't. I just love all of you, even the wrinkles you worry about."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."