Blaine dreamt that he and Kurt went out ballroom dancing. This was one of his favorite things to do with Kurt, because it was one thing he was better at than Kurt. Kurt might be the most flawless person on the face of the planet, but he couldn't dance to save his life. He had this weird shimmy that he did with his shoulders wherever they went to dance. Weddings, clubs and even in the living room when they were playing with their daughters, Kayla and Belle.

So they danced on. He pulls Kurt close, breathing in the scent of him. "I love you," he said, pulling Kurt's lips closer to his. Their lips were about to meet when the alarm clock went off, waking Blaine from his marvelous dream.

He reaches over, shutting off the alarm quickly so it doesn't wake his beautiful husband and their daughters that fell asleep on their bed while watching Disney movies the night before.

Belle is tucked into the crook of his arm, in between himself and Kurt. Kayla is sound asleep across the foot of the bed, snuggling her Hedwig stuffed animal.

Blaine didn't know how they got so lucky. They had married at twenty-one, adopted Kayla at twenty-seven and then had Belle, via surrogate, at thirty-three.

He had a good job at Dalton Academy as a music teacher. He applied for heading the Glee club, but the position was already filled. This didn't make him sad though, he thoroughly enjoyed his job. You could often find him singing along with his students while they played the various instruments he has taught them.

Kurt opened his own bridal shop with the help of Mercedes. Kurt loved working with his best friend. After high school, she went on to marry Sam. Now they were expecting their first child. She is seven months along, but they want to keep the gender a secret.

Kurt and Blaine both loved their jobs, but their real joy came from seeing their daughters grow.

Kayla truly was a gift from God. Or whoever you believed was up there. They were twenty-four when they started looking for a baby. Then, against all odds, they found her, a beautiful angel. They weren't related by blood, but somehow, she looked and acted exactly like Blaine. She had the same dark, curly hair, hazel eyes that shine when she gets excited, and the ability to play any musical instrument she touched. Now at thirteen, Blaine claimed she was a prodigy.

Another thing they had in common was their mutual love, maybe love was too mild a word for what they had, for Harry Potter. They shared the same favorite Character, Severus Snape, and were both proud Ravenclaws.

Their youngest, Belle, was more like Kurt. Which makes sense, because he is her biological father. They had found a surrogate that was extremely talented, bright and also enjoyed musical theatre. Even now, at age seven, she was beginning to show a great amount of potential in acting, singing and dancing. Her favorite of all was ballet.

All of this runs through Blaine's mind as he looks around at his loving family. He decides he must wake Kurt. He has a fitting at the shop this morning, and Mercedes would be upset if he was late. Then he would come home to prepare for Belle's party that evening, after her ballet recital.

"Kurt," he whispered, gently shaking Kurt's shoulder. Kurt grumbled and rolled over, accidentally waking Belle in the process.

"Daddy K!' She exclaimed, burrowing further into Blaine's arm.

"I'm sorry, baby," mumbles Kurt, reaching over and petting her hair. Blaine laughs and pulls his princess closer to him. "Kurt, honey, do you know what time it is?"

Kurt's head shot up, looking at the clock. "Oh my Gaga! Blaine, why didn't you wake me earlier? Mercedes is going to kill me!" Kurt jumped out of bed, causing Kayla to roll over and promptly go back to sleep.

Blaine chuckled, looking at his husband frantically run around the room trying to find his favorite Marc Jacobs sweater.

Belle sat up, looking at Kurt and said, "Daddy K, you should wear those really pretty shoes you have. They would make your hair look a lot better. And they're Daddy B's favorite on you."

Blaine held back a laugh. How do shoes make one's hair look better? Unlike Blaine, Kurt took his daughters advice seriously. "Thank you sweetheart," said Kurt, rummaging through his closet, "that's a great idea." He turned back to her and smiled.

Belle, clapping her hands together in excitement, squeals, "Oh, yay! Daddy B, look! Daddy K is dressing up for you! Isn't he pretty?"

Blaine looked at Kurt with loving eyes. "Yes, he is. He is the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my entire life."

Still looking at him with his smoldering, hazel eyes, Blaine remembers that their children are still there, one watching him. Kurt has that effect on him. The world stops when he looks at Kurt.

Kurt, blushing, looks away, pulling on a scarf. "Blainey Bear," Kurt said chuckling, knowing how much Blaine hated that name, "you should wake up Kayla. They're going to be late for their play date with Barbra."

Barbra was their niece, the daughter of Rachel and Finn. Rachel had her after she came back to Lima from New York, where she performed on Broadway for a brief time.

Finn was now the football coach at McKinley high. He enjoyed this job tremendously. The team was doing very well, even after the retirement of Coach Beiste. He also worked part time at Burt's tire shop.

Rachel is now a private vocal coach for the local theatre company. She works there with her mother, Shelby, but their relationship is only a professional one.

Unlike her mother, Barbra hates acting and musical theatre. This disappoints Rachel. She wanted a daughter to follow in her footsteps, but Barbra enjoys going to football practice with her Dad more than watching West Side Story and various musicals with her. She tries to have a loving relationship with her, but she just doesn't know how to relate to someone so unlike herself.

Blaine, thinking about all this, looks down at Kayla at the end of his and Kurt's bed. He was already regretting having to wake her up, because she was always so grouchy in the mornings.

"Kayla," Blaine said, nudging her with his foot. "It's time to wake up. Auntie Rach is going to be here soon to get you."

Kayla stirred, and mumbled, "I don't want to go to Rachel's house. Barbra is just going to chase me around the house with her hockey stick again." Blaine rolled his eyes. One thing was for sure, Kayla was just as dramatic as his husband.

"Kayla," said Blaine, "you're three years older than her. If she does that, just take it away and chase her around with it."

There was a loud noise coming from the bathroom, sounding a lot like Kurt dropping his hair spray. "Blaine Hummel-Anderson!" yelled Kurt, sounding scandalized. "Please tell me you did not just tell out daughter to terrorize a ten year-old?"

"Honey, of course not." Blaine said, "I was just telling her to tell Rach if Barbra gets too violent." He winked at Kayla, making her giggle.

"But really, you girls should get ready. Go on." Blaine sat there, watching the girls leave his and Kurt's room. "Shut the door please! Thank you!"

Blaine stretched, getting out of bed. He walked towards the bathroom, stopping at the doorframe to stare at his beautiful husband. "God, he is perfect," he thought as he watched him fix his hair, and put on his Marc Jacobs cologne.

Kurt caught his eye in the mirror. Turning around, he smiled at Blaine and opened his arms. Blaine walked into the arms of his loving husband, burying his face into Kurt's neck.

Kurt pulled on Blaine's curls, making him look up at him. "I love you," Kurt said, staring intensely into Blaine's eyes.

"I love you too, Kurt," said Blaine. Their lips met trying to convey all the love they felt for one another. Of course they were rudely interrupted by the girls yelling.

"Daddies! Auntie Rachel is here!" yelled Belle.

"We're going now! I'll call you later! I love you, Daddies!" said Kayla.

Still holding onto Blaine, Kurt yells, "Ok, girls! Have fun and behave! Oh, don't forget your coats!"

They hear the coat closet door open, and then slam shut.

Kurt looks at his watch, "I should go too, I'm late." Pecking Blaine on the lips, he says, "I'll call you when I'm on my way home! I love you."

"I love you too!" Blaine says, just as he hears the front door close.