Kurt watches Blaine chase after the little girl, laughing as she runs around the room, hiding behind different pieces of furniture before jumping out and running to another hiding place, giggling every time he gets close then screaming with laughter as he finally catches her and swings her around in his arms.

Kurt feels a weight settle next to him but doesn’t turn his eyes away from the heart-warming scene. “You know Dad, one day when I asked Dad B whose he thought me and Kiara were he said he thought it was a mix. I know that’s not possible but dad, what if it was? We’re both so like you both and then I see Tana and I wonder…” The deep male voice says quietly in his ear and he finally tears his eyes away to look at his son.

At 24 Harry is tall and slim like Kurt but athletic; his curly brown hair is a few shades lighter than Blaine’s and his green eyes shine from dark, thick lashes like Blaine’s. Kurt can understand his curiosity. A few weeks ago they lost his mom, Tana’s grandma.

Back when they were contemplating adopting or surrogacy between Kurt’s break from promoting his second movie and Blaine’s third album Santana, Brittany and Rachel had come to them. Apparently they’d been arguing over who wanted to be their baby momma and had decided between them, of course, that Santana wanted to be Kurt’s and Rachel would be Blaine’s. It made sense, Kurt and Santana had been closer since she’d helped him with revenge on Sebastian and she understood when he’d vanished but her biggest reason, she said, was that she’d never have any and wanted to give them a chance to all have one together. Blaine was Rachel’s Tony, connected by finding true love together through song and tears and promises of loss of virginity.

They’d gone to the doctor, gone through everything, mixed their sperm and given it to the girls instead of choosing between, without telling them. It had worked first time and a baby boy had been born Harry Samuel Hummel to Santana and a baby girl had been born Kiara Cedes Hummel to Rachel. The girls had been fully involved in the kids’ upbringing and they’d grown up adored but not spoiled, well mannered, confident and ambitious.

Harry had followed in Kurt and Blaine’s footsteps and joined Glee at school, landed his Juilliard audition with an almost standing ovation from the board and flown through school and become a singer, record producers clambering over themselves to sign Kurt and Blaine Hummel’s incredibly talented son. He’d eventually gone with one who cared about him and his interests and style. He’d met his wife Alison at Juilliard, she was a wonderful girl and mother and had been welcomed to the crazy Hummel family immediately, quickly becoming Uncle Cooper’s protégée, she thought he was hilarious, Blaine called her mentally unstable. It was a good Christmas.

Kiara was a beautiful young lady. She was short, curvy and compact like Blaine, her dazzling blue eyes, black straight hair and pale skin caught many people’s eyes but she’d eventually fallen in love with…Sam and Mercedes’ son, Jake. She’d grown up with him and fallen for the sweet, bubbly boy as a teen, creating a mini-scandal between Mercedes, Kurt, their husbands, the kids’ mums, Cooper and Kurt’s parents. They’d welcomed the relationship, all of them but had no idea how to regulate the two teens when they were all best friends and trying to be good examples and tell them they weren’t able to do things the kids would just argue they’d all done as teens. Kurt had just left them to try to get around an angry and protective Blaine, and Blaine angry and protective was scary.

She’d married him almost a year ago, now pregnant with his baby. Kurt had passed out.

Kurt blinked out of his memories and looked at Harry. A year ago Santana had rung him telling him she’d been feeling sick for a while and was going to a doctor. Kurt had flown straight to New York on the next flight out. For an hour he, Brittany and Santana had sat while the doctor talked, all of his words washing over them, white noise in their ears since that first word. Cancer. After all they’d been through, all of her success and fame, their beautiful children and grandchild; they were losing her at 48.

He’d rung Blaine in tears and composed himself by the time Blaine had gotten Harry on the phone. It took her so quickly, already far along but seemingly on a fast track to stealing Harry’s mother the way Kurt’s mother had been stolen by the accident so long ago. He was happy Harry had had more time with the fiery Latina than Kurt had with his own mum but ultimately felt cheated the same way.

Tana screamed and Kurt looked over at her and Blaine, at 48 he was still so childlike. He’d swept the little girl into a fireman’s lift and was striding towards them. Kurt smiled. “Harry I’ve never thought too much on it, you’re both ours. Blaine’s, mine, Santana’s, Brittany’s and Rachel’s. You’re perfect, beautiful people and I’m proud of you.”

Harry blinked, tears in his eyes as Blaine dumped his daughter in his lap and sat down the other side of Kurt, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and kissing him soundly, Tana’s giggles ringing across the garden.

Blaine and Kurt were there for Tana’s first day of school, her little outfit picked out by Kurt and approved by the little girl. Blaine had laughed from his place leaning against the doorframe as she critiqued everything, her dark brown pigtails bouncing with each step and turn of her head.

Harry arrived at the door, Alison just behind him. Blaine glanced at them. “Almost done,” He whispered, not wanting another glare from the love of his life and his mini-me fashionista. “They’re at shoes.”

Harry stepped back, pretending to be frightened, he’d grown up with the Hummel guide to fashion and knew when to back away and shut up. He replied. “Okay, we’ll be downstairs when they’re done, Good luck dad.”

He grabbed Alison’s hand and walked downstairs, only just hearing Blaine reply. “Ah but I know how to calm the fashion beast.” Harry shuddered, Alison laughed.

A few minutes later all three trooped downstairs, Kurt brushing lint off Blaine’s shoulders, a habit perfected over decades, Blaine felt a flash of high school and the thought warmed him. Kurt would never grow old for him.

“What do you think Daddy? Mommy?” Tana asked, her high voice ringing around the room as she twirled.

Harry scooped her up; ignoring his dad’s narrowed eyes and kissed her cheek. “Very pretty babygirl, your Papa and you know your style.”

Kurt smiled as his son put Tana down and the little girl ran back over to him and Blaine. “You’ll be the prettiest girl at school, now let’s go before you’re late.”

Despite their money and fame, Kurt and Blaine had raised their son and daughter in very normal surroundings, granted their schooling was very exclusive and their schoolmates were the kids of Kurt and Blaine’s equals, but they’d ridden on school buses and taken the same ideals they’d had in their own schooling; they expected nothing less now it was Tana’s turn.

Kurt held her hand as all five walked to the bus, Tana chattering about how she thought school would be, her classes and her friends. They tried not to cry as the bus pulled away, Tana waving from the window; a little piece of all of them leaving with the little girl.

Blaine sat in the hospital family room, Kurt asleep, his head resting on his shoulder and Tana sat on his lap. Harry and Alison were talking quietly on another couch when Jake came in, Mercedes following him crying and Sam looking proud but pale. Blaine nudged Kurt who woke up and looked at Jake, blinking quickly.

“Hey, guys can you come in? We have someone who wants to meet you.” Jake said, grinning at Kurt and Blaine. Blaine lifted Tana onto his hip and they all walked into the suite that had been set up for Kiara. She lay in the bed, surrounded by the white sheets, holding a bundle clothed in white and pink and smiling wearily at them. Jake walked over and lifted another bundle out of the cot next to the bed clothed in white and blue. He handed the baby boy to Harry as Kurt came around the other side of the bed to kiss Kiara’s forehead and look at his granddaughter.

Blaine put Tana down who climbed on the bed and cuddled her auntie Kiara before sitting and looking at the baby. He looked at the baby boy then at Jake. “Do you have names for them yet?”

Jake and Kiara looked at each other and Kiara bit her lip. “Actually, Dads we were thinking about naming them after you. Kurt Anderson Evans and Lainey Elizabeth Evans.”

Kurt passed out.

“Papa?” Tana asked looking up at Kurt as they made cookies, her apron covered with flour and a smear of chocolate at the corner of her mouth.

Kurt looked at her, smiling. “Yes Princess?”

Tana bit her lip and climbed onto the stool as she watched her Papa put the cookies in the oven and sit down next to her. “Am I different? Is our family different?”

Kurt’s breath caught, he’d been preparing for this conversation since Tana had started school months ago, he and Blaine had been through it long ago when Harry and Kiara had come home asking questions, sometimes in tears. “You are, sweetie but being different is a good thing. Why do you ask?”

Tana shifted on the stool and started drawing patterns in the spilled flour on the counter. “Well we were talking about families and I said I had a mommy and daddy like everyone else but then I said I had seven grandparents but one’s in Heaven and Jess said I was a liar and she told me she had four and they have to be grandmamas and papas but they have to be married like mommy and daddy are but you and grandpapa are married and Mama and grandmama were married and mama Rachel has uncle Finn. Miss Gladstone told her off but she said we were weird. Papa we’re not weird are we?”

Kurt sighed and reached out for her hand, which she readily slid into his. He squeezed her hand and looked at her. “Tana it’s true most people have mommies and daddies and grandparents who are all male and female and married and they’re straight, that means like mommy likes daddy but then there are gay people who, like your grandpapa and I, are boys who like boys and girls who like girls. I can’t make babies like your mommy can so your mama made your daddy and your mama Rachel made your auntie Kiara. It’s not what people are used to and kids are mean, they say things because they don’t understand but you’re very special and your family adores you. It just means you have more people to love you and spoil you. Ok?”

Tana tilted her head to the side, considering her Papa’s words. She sat up and brightened. “So we’re really special like superheroes!”

Kurt laughed. She was so Blaine’s grandkid. “Yes Tana. Exactly.”

Tana jumped off the stool and ran to Blaine who’d just come in the door, shouting to him that they were superheroes, spreading flour after her in a trail as Kurt laughed again, taking the cookies out of the oven when the timer beeped and watched Blaine lift Tana up and fly her around the hall.