Lights Will Guide You Home, Epilogue/24
Media: Fic
Title: Lights Will Guide You Home
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Warnings: you might cry cause it's the end. that's the only warning!
Word count: 2658
Summary: 13 years from now, Blaine and Kurt have made a fabulous life for themselves, but there's something missing...
A/N: So I'm sad. Because this is the epilogue! It's not the end of this verse for sure, because I don't think I can keep myself from writing Klaine and Lily, but it's the end of the big huge master-fic. I want to say thank you guys for reading, and sticking with this epic novel of a fic - it's kind of morphed into a monstery thing in its own right, but I've poured a lot of love and sweat and tears into it while writing it, and it means so much to me, the outpouring of kind words and good reviews.
I plan to continue this verse as a series of one-shots - I think that will be the easiest route to take, and probably the least stressful at this point, although I would really like to write a multi-chapter (maybe not quite as long) continuation of the Niff side of things.
Once again ... Thank you all so much for joining me (And Klaine, and Lily!) on this incredible journey of love found and lost and found again :) You've all been amazing and supportive and I love you!!
(Make sure you watch for the song link at the end ... it's from the movie Uptown Girls, changed just slightly.)
Lights Will Guide You Home
Epilogue
“Well Lily … this is it.”
Kurt tilted the medicine bottle to one side, then the other, trying to pull every last drop into the syringe.
“It's not going be a whole dose.”
“Hopefully it won't matter...”
She lapped up the medicine happily like a kitten drinking warm milk, and smiled brightly at them. She was just over three months old. She was perfect.
Blaine took the empty bottle, marking through the label with a Sharpie, and stepped on the trashcan pedal, opening the lid. He took a deep breath, and tossed the bottle inside.
It was more difficult that they thought it would be. Because the bottle of medicine represented a lot. It was a nasty, daily reminder of all the things that Lily's birthmother did wrong. It was a reminder that she had been sick. It was occasionally an inconvenience. But it was also a safety net, a lifeline, something that they knew was keeping their daughter comfortable and happy.
And now that was gone, and they were all she had. No more medicine. No more safety net. Just two daddies who loved her with a fierce intensity that only a parent could know.
They prayed that it would be enough.
(It would be enough, and it wouldn't be enough, and it would be too much, and through it all they would find a way to make it work.)
* * * * * * * *
Blaine looked out over the sea of faces crowded in the small restaurant, faces who were smiling, laughing, conversing, eating, drinking, kissing.
Every one of those faces was one whom he and Kurt knew and loved.
Right in front of him were Burt and Carole and Finn, his wonderful, perfect family. Yes, his family. There were many things that Lily had taught him in the eight short weeks she'd been home with them, but one of those things was that adoption truly does make a real family. And while the Hummels had never actually adopted him, they might as well have. Because once Burt and Carole realized that he and Kurt were in it for the long haul (sometime around the disaster that was their junior prom, he figured, when he was scared, terrified out of his mind, but didn't run away, which felt better than he could have ever imagined), they'd taken him in with open arms and never looked back. He didn't realize what that meant until now. And now, he realized it meant a lot.
Sitting beside Finn was Rachel, talking animatedly with Kurt about a new Broadway show in production at the moment. When he'd first met her, he found her to be highly dramatic, rather bossy, but a really, really good singer. Then they'd kissed at a crazy, drunken party, which led to all sorts of interesting things like his first night in Kurt's bed (he didn't remember much, but he remembered the feeling of being enveloped in Kurt's beautiful scent, and that's really all he cared about anyway), a momentary lapse of consciousness in which Blaine had actually thought he could be bisexual, his one and only date with a girl, and a painful fight with Kurt. The second time she'd kissed him, Blaine was relieved and Rachel was inspired, apparently, and Kurt was amazingly mature and never said “I told you so.” (But he didn't have to, since his eyes always did all the talking for him.) Then when Blaine transferred to McKinley, somehow they became the Three Musketeers of sorts, bonded by their shared desire to leave Ohio for New York as soon as their parents would allow. They were close that year, and their freshman year in college, but over time they'd drifted apart, drawn in different directions by life's gravitational pull. Blaine suddenly found himself missing her and appreciating her and hoping good things for her, and for Finn, and for them together.
It was a hopeful kind of night.
He glanced over to the group of tables next to theirs, his eyes moving over several members of the New Directions, re-congregated in support of Kurt and himself and Lily. Mercedes smiled and gave him a little wave, her own belly protruding so far that she couldn't pull her chair up to the table properly. Her first baby was due in two months. Her husband held her hand protectively as she laughed happily with Santana and her girlfriend. Blaine swore he saw the flash of a diamond ring on Santanta's finger, and made a mental note that he'd have to ask her about it later. Tina and Mike Chang were there, as wrapped up in each other as they'd been the last time he'd seen them. Their chemistry had always been a force to be reckoned with, and Blaine could see that hadn't changed. Puck was by himself, dateless, but that didn't seem to bother him as he was flirting insatiably with the waitress.
He looked to the other side of their table, where the Warblers had convened. Nick and Jeff were positively glowing, still on their new-relationship high. He was so happy for his friends, so grateful that the situation had resolved like it had, rather than turning into the giant disaster that it so easily could have been. Every time Nick snuck a kiss on Jeff's cheek, on his hand, anywhere, the rest of the table would cheer and tease and look as joyful as Blaine felt. Wes and David were there, sitting across from Nick and Jeff with their wives and children. They were both calm and collected as ever amid the chaos going on around them - Wes's youngest was in a high chair, banging his sippy cup on the table (and occasionally his brother), and David's oldest was in the middle of a lively rendition of Michael Jackson's “Black or White,” reminding him of a much younger version of himself. Wes caught his eye from across the room, pointed at his son, and shook his head with a smile. Blaine shrugged back at him as if to say “What are you gonna do? He's the son of a third-generation Warbler.” Thad was there alone, but so were Trent and Ethan, and from what he could tell, they were carrying on a rousing conversation about who would be going to the World Series that year.
Across the room, Blaine saw Sarah Grace sitting at a two-person table with a nice-looking guy, holding his hand and looking rather shy. He felt a twinge of something that seemed a lot like pride run through him - she looked pretty and happy, probably happier than he'd ever seen her, and she should, because people as good as she was, who did things like taking care of sick babies for a living, deserved some happiness.
He scanned the rest of the restaurant. Karen and her husband and their two children were there, and Warren and Marcie, their therapists. He saw Zoe and Aurora, Kurt's friends from work, and his publisher was there, and Kurt's boss, and so many of their college friends. Blaine was surrounded by people he loved, people who loved him back.
And then he looked beside him. Lily was awake, sitting in her carseat that was perched on a high chair, reaching for the toys suspended above her on her carseat-mobile-contraption. In eight weeks' time, the child had turned his life upside-down. He had never known love like the love he felt for her, not even when they'd had Violet - 5 days was unfortunately just not enough time to bond with a baby the way he'd bonded with Lily. It was the kind of love that you'd jump in front of a bus for, unconditional, all-encompassing. He loved her with an intensity that he didn't know was possible. And it didn't matter that she didn't share his DNA, or Kurt's for that matter - she felt like his own flesh and blood.
Next to Lily, her makeshift high chair sandwiched in between the two of them, was Kurt. Blaine had fallen head-over-heels in love when he was only seventeen and never looked back, and he had not one regret. Kurt was his partner, his home, his life, his world, his everything. The axis on which his entire world turned. He'd been with him for literally almost half his life - it would be half his life, come November. He knew how rare that was, how lucky they both were to have found each other at such an early stage in their life. He watched Kurt with adoring eyes, watched his excited gesticulations as he talked with Rachel, the way his eyes twinkled as he got excited about a particular song in the show they were discussng, the way the light in the restaurant seemed to emanate from him.
Kurt told Blaine once, a long, long time ago, that he was like a lighthouse, a beacon that people looked to to find their bearings and light their way. What Kurt didn't realize at the time was that he was Blaine's beacon. He was constant and bright and steady, and Blaine could always find him in the dark. Because he shone. The brightest star in Blaine's sky. And Blaine loved him for that.
He leaned over, whispering in Kurt's ear.
“Are you ready?”
Kurt nodded to him, excusing himself from Rachel's conversation, and together they leaned over and unfastened Lily's carseat buckles.
Kurt lifted Lily out, cradling her in his arms for a moment, and she grinned up at him with her adorable toothless smile. Blaine squeezed Kurt around the waist, knowing for a fact that life couldn't be any better than this.
They made their way to the front, where a makeshift stage and 2 microphones had been placed.
“Kurt and I want to thank each and every one of you for coming out this evening. We appreciate your support and your love more than any of you can ever realize.”
“We decided to do a celebration of Lily's life thus far basically because we couldn't wait a whole year to throw one of our fabulous parties,” Kurt quipped, and everyone laughed. “But seriously, a month ago we reached a major milestone in her life - her last dose of medication - and we figured that, along with the simple fact that she is at home, with us, and happy, is a reason to celebrate.”
Blaine continued. “Every person in this room has had some role in bringing us to this point in our lives, and we want to say thank you. Thank you for supporting us as we grew up in a world that didn't always accept who we are. Thank you for encouraging us and giving us advice on life and love and relationships and how to survive as adults.”
“Thank you for sticking with us during the long process of our first adoption, for waiting with us and being frustrated when we thought things would pan out but they didn't. Thank you for your excitement and enthusiasm when we found out we were getting Violet. For looking at ultrasound pictures with us, for throwing us an amazing baby shower that neither one of us will forget,” Kurt said.
Blaine took a deep breath. “And thank you for being present during the hardest time of our lives thus far. You held us up when we couldn't hold ourselves, and you helped save us from ourselves. You helped us grieve, and you gave us the space we needed to do so. You gave us time, and when we were ready to get better, you encouraged us and helped us through it. You helped us recover from the most devastating blow that I can imagine.”
“Thank you for supporting us during this time. For your enthusiasm when we found out we were going to be able to adopt Lily. For all the calls and concern and care while we were in the NICU with her. For all the love that you've shown to her, and to us, while we worked to get her home, and for everything you've all done for us now that she is home.”
“We love you all so much. It's overwhelming, looking at all your faces, knowing that you're all here for us, and for Lily. Even after everything we've been through, sometimes I just can't believe how lucky we are. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts - we'll never be able to repay you all for what you've done.”
“We'd like to sing a song, now, for Lily,” Kurt said, while Blaine was getting his guitar. “She is absolutely the light of our lives, and we love her so, so much.” He held her up, facing him. “Lily, sweetheart, this is song is for you. In celebration of everything you are, and everything you're going to be. You make me and Daddy so happy, and we love you.” He kissed her, and Blaine kissed her, and he started playing.
(THIS song)
It was an unfamiliar song to a lot of the audience, found at the end of an older, sort-of generic, not-very-well-received chick flick. But the song itself spoke volumes to Blaine and Kurt, and with one change of a name, and two voices both superior to the original singer (no offense to Jesse Spencer or anything) providing a lovely harmony, it worked for them.
Daddy's little girl paints the world with her magic wand
Daddy's little child breathes new life to the morning time for me
Though we're apart, her thoughts follow me
Blaine started the first verse, and when he got to the part with Lily's name and Kurt joined in, if there weren't tears welling up in their guests eyes before, there definitely were then.
When I come home, Lily smiles with the dawn
Lily smiles, and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Lily smiles
On a summer day, Lily smiles
A new day, Lily smiles
Kurt took the second verse, swaying a bit with Lily in his lap, smiling down at her.
Daddy's little girl ties a ribbon around my heart
Daddy's little child waves goodbye to the ocean tide that sweeps me
Though we're apart, she's a part of me
Blaine joined back in for the second chorus, and Lily cooed at him when he leaned in to nuzzle her nose with his own.
Lily smiles with the dawn
Lily smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Lily smiles
On a summer day, Lily smiles
A new day, Lily smiles
The harmony that breezes from their throats on the bridge was lovely, sounded ethereal and wispy (so much better than the original - no offense to Jesse Spencer), and Kurt actually got up from the stool he was sitting on and twirled Lily around in the air. She rewarded him with a sweet laugh that couldn't have been more perfectly placed, and settled back happily into his lap when he returned to his stool.
When I come home, Lily smiles with the dawn
Lily smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Lily smiles
On a summer day, Lily smiles
A new day, Lily smiles
When the days have gone grey,
Nothing's wrong when Lily smiles
The applause was amazing, thunderous for that small of a group of people, and Kurt and Blaine could see their friends wiping their eyes with tissues, shirt sleeves, napkins, pretty much anything they could find.
Blaine set his guitar down, and his hand found Kurt's. They stood, sharing a sweet kiss with their baby between them before they went back to their table, and Lily's infectious giggle rang out in the restaurant again.
Nothing's wrong when Lily smiles
Oh, how true that is.
Title: Lights Will Guide You Home
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Warnings: you might cry cause it's the end. that's the only warning!
Word count: 2658
Summary: 13 years from now, Blaine and Kurt have made a fabulous life for themselves, but there's something missing...
A/N: So I'm sad. Because this is the epilogue! It's not the end of this verse for sure, because I don't think I can keep myself from writing Klaine and Lily, but it's the end of the big huge master-fic. I want to say thank you guys for reading, and sticking with this epic novel of a fic - it's kind of morphed into a monstery thing in its own right, but I've poured a lot of love and sweat and tears into it while writing it, and it means so much to me, the outpouring of kind words and good reviews.
I plan to continue this verse as a series of one-shots - I think that will be the easiest route to take, and probably the least stressful at this point, although I would really like to write a multi-chapter (maybe not quite as long) continuation of the Niff side of things.
Once again ... Thank you all so much for joining me (And Klaine, and Lily!) on this incredible journey of love found and lost and found again :) You've all been amazing and supportive and I love you!!
(Make sure you watch for the song link at the end ... it's from the movie Uptown Girls, changed just slightly.)
Lights Will Guide You Home
Epilogue
“Well Lily … this is it.”
Kurt tilted the medicine bottle to one side, then the other, trying to pull every last drop into the syringe.
“It's not going be a whole dose.”
“Hopefully it won't matter...”
She lapped up the medicine happily like a kitten drinking warm milk, and smiled brightly at them. She was just over three months old. She was perfect.
Blaine took the empty bottle, marking through the label with a Sharpie, and stepped on the trashcan pedal, opening the lid. He took a deep breath, and tossed the bottle inside.
It was more difficult that they thought it would be. Because the bottle of medicine represented a lot. It was a nasty, daily reminder of all the things that Lily's birthmother did wrong. It was a reminder that she had been sick. It was occasionally an inconvenience. But it was also a safety net, a lifeline, something that they knew was keeping their daughter comfortable and happy.
And now that was gone, and they were all she had. No more medicine. No more safety net. Just two daddies who loved her with a fierce intensity that only a parent could know.
They prayed that it would be enough.
(It would be enough, and it wouldn't be enough, and it would be too much, and through it all they would find a way to make it work.)
* * * * * * * *
Blaine looked out over the sea of faces crowded in the small restaurant, faces who were smiling, laughing, conversing, eating, drinking, kissing.
Every one of those faces was one whom he and Kurt knew and loved.
Right in front of him were Burt and Carole and Finn, his wonderful, perfect family. Yes, his family. There were many things that Lily had taught him in the eight short weeks she'd been home with them, but one of those things was that adoption truly does make a real family. And while the Hummels had never actually adopted him, they might as well have. Because once Burt and Carole realized that he and Kurt were in it for the long haul (sometime around the disaster that was their junior prom, he figured, when he was scared, terrified out of his mind, but didn't run away, which felt better than he could have ever imagined), they'd taken him in with open arms and never looked back. He didn't realize what that meant until now. And now, he realized it meant a lot.
Sitting beside Finn was Rachel, talking animatedly with Kurt about a new Broadway show in production at the moment. When he'd first met her, he found her to be highly dramatic, rather bossy, but a really, really good singer. Then they'd kissed at a crazy, drunken party, which led to all sorts of interesting things like his first night in Kurt's bed (he didn't remember much, but he remembered the feeling of being enveloped in Kurt's beautiful scent, and that's really all he cared about anyway), a momentary lapse of consciousness in which Blaine had actually thought he could be bisexual, his one and only date with a girl, and a painful fight with Kurt. The second time she'd kissed him, Blaine was relieved and Rachel was inspired, apparently, and Kurt was amazingly mature and never said “I told you so.” (But he didn't have to, since his eyes always did all the talking for him.) Then when Blaine transferred to McKinley, somehow they became the Three Musketeers of sorts, bonded by their shared desire to leave Ohio for New York as soon as their parents would allow. They were close that year, and their freshman year in college, but over time they'd drifted apart, drawn in different directions by life's gravitational pull. Blaine suddenly found himself missing her and appreciating her and hoping good things for her, and for Finn, and for them together.
It was a hopeful kind of night.
He glanced over to the group of tables next to theirs, his eyes moving over several members of the New Directions, re-congregated in support of Kurt and himself and Lily. Mercedes smiled and gave him a little wave, her own belly protruding so far that she couldn't pull her chair up to the table properly. Her first baby was due in two months. Her husband held her hand protectively as she laughed happily with Santana and her girlfriend. Blaine swore he saw the flash of a diamond ring on Santanta's finger, and made a mental note that he'd have to ask her about it later. Tina and Mike Chang were there, as wrapped up in each other as they'd been the last time he'd seen them. Their chemistry had always been a force to be reckoned with, and Blaine could see that hadn't changed. Puck was by himself, dateless, but that didn't seem to bother him as he was flirting insatiably with the waitress.
He looked to the other side of their table, where the Warblers had convened. Nick and Jeff were positively glowing, still on their new-relationship high. He was so happy for his friends, so grateful that the situation had resolved like it had, rather than turning into the giant disaster that it so easily could have been. Every time Nick snuck a kiss on Jeff's cheek, on his hand, anywhere, the rest of the table would cheer and tease and look as joyful as Blaine felt. Wes and David were there, sitting across from Nick and Jeff with their wives and children. They were both calm and collected as ever amid the chaos going on around them - Wes's youngest was in a high chair, banging his sippy cup on the table (and occasionally his brother), and David's oldest was in the middle of a lively rendition of Michael Jackson's “Black or White,” reminding him of a much younger version of himself. Wes caught his eye from across the room, pointed at his son, and shook his head with a smile. Blaine shrugged back at him as if to say “What are you gonna do? He's the son of a third-generation Warbler.” Thad was there alone, but so were Trent and Ethan, and from what he could tell, they were carrying on a rousing conversation about who would be going to the World Series that year.
Across the room, Blaine saw Sarah Grace sitting at a two-person table with a nice-looking guy, holding his hand and looking rather shy. He felt a twinge of something that seemed a lot like pride run through him - she looked pretty and happy, probably happier than he'd ever seen her, and she should, because people as good as she was, who did things like taking care of sick babies for a living, deserved some happiness.
He scanned the rest of the restaurant. Karen and her husband and their two children were there, and Warren and Marcie, their therapists. He saw Zoe and Aurora, Kurt's friends from work, and his publisher was there, and Kurt's boss, and so many of their college friends. Blaine was surrounded by people he loved, people who loved him back.
And then he looked beside him. Lily was awake, sitting in her carseat that was perched on a high chair, reaching for the toys suspended above her on her carseat-mobile-contraption. In eight weeks' time, the child had turned his life upside-down. He had never known love like the love he felt for her, not even when they'd had Violet - 5 days was unfortunately just not enough time to bond with a baby the way he'd bonded with Lily. It was the kind of love that you'd jump in front of a bus for, unconditional, all-encompassing. He loved her with an intensity that he didn't know was possible. And it didn't matter that she didn't share his DNA, or Kurt's for that matter - she felt like his own flesh and blood.
Next to Lily, her makeshift high chair sandwiched in between the two of them, was Kurt. Blaine had fallen head-over-heels in love when he was only seventeen and never looked back, and he had not one regret. Kurt was his partner, his home, his life, his world, his everything. The axis on which his entire world turned. He'd been with him for literally almost half his life - it would be half his life, come November. He knew how rare that was, how lucky they both were to have found each other at such an early stage in their life. He watched Kurt with adoring eyes, watched his excited gesticulations as he talked with Rachel, the way his eyes twinkled as he got excited about a particular song in the show they were discussng, the way the light in the restaurant seemed to emanate from him.
Kurt told Blaine once, a long, long time ago, that he was like a lighthouse, a beacon that people looked to to find their bearings and light their way. What Kurt didn't realize at the time was that he was Blaine's beacon. He was constant and bright and steady, and Blaine could always find him in the dark. Because he shone. The brightest star in Blaine's sky. And Blaine loved him for that.
He leaned over, whispering in Kurt's ear.
“Are you ready?”
Kurt nodded to him, excusing himself from Rachel's conversation, and together they leaned over and unfastened Lily's carseat buckles.
Kurt lifted Lily out, cradling her in his arms for a moment, and she grinned up at him with her adorable toothless smile. Blaine squeezed Kurt around the waist, knowing for a fact that life couldn't be any better than this.
They made their way to the front, where a makeshift stage and 2 microphones had been placed.
“Kurt and I want to thank each and every one of you for coming out this evening. We appreciate your support and your love more than any of you can ever realize.”
“We decided to do a celebration of Lily's life thus far basically because we couldn't wait a whole year to throw one of our fabulous parties,” Kurt quipped, and everyone laughed. “But seriously, a month ago we reached a major milestone in her life - her last dose of medication - and we figured that, along with the simple fact that she is at home, with us, and happy, is a reason to celebrate.”
Blaine continued. “Every person in this room has had some role in bringing us to this point in our lives, and we want to say thank you. Thank you for supporting us as we grew up in a world that didn't always accept who we are. Thank you for encouraging us and giving us advice on life and love and relationships and how to survive as adults.”
“Thank you for sticking with us during the long process of our first adoption, for waiting with us and being frustrated when we thought things would pan out but they didn't. Thank you for your excitement and enthusiasm when we found out we were getting Violet. For looking at ultrasound pictures with us, for throwing us an amazing baby shower that neither one of us will forget,” Kurt said.
Blaine took a deep breath. “And thank you for being present during the hardest time of our lives thus far. You held us up when we couldn't hold ourselves, and you helped save us from ourselves. You helped us grieve, and you gave us the space we needed to do so. You gave us time, and when we were ready to get better, you encouraged us and helped us through it. You helped us recover from the most devastating blow that I can imagine.”
“Thank you for supporting us during this time. For your enthusiasm when we found out we were going to be able to adopt Lily. For all the calls and concern and care while we were in the NICU with her. For all the love that you've shown to her, and to us, while we worked to get her home, and for everything you've all done for us now that she is home.”
“We love you all so much. It's overwhelming, looking at all your faces, knowing that you're all here for us, and for Lily. Even after everything we've been through, sometimes I just can't believe how lucky we are. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts - we'll never be able to repay you all for what you've done.”
“We'd like to sing a song, now, for Lily,” Kurt said, while Blaine was getting his guitar. “She is absolutely the light of our lives, and we love her so, so much.” He held her up, facing him. “Lily, sweetheart, this is song is for you. In celebration of everything you are, and everything you're going to be. You make me and Daddy so happy, and we love you.” He kissed her, and Blaine kissed her, and he started playing.
(THIS song)
It was an unfamiliar song to a lot of the audience, found at the end of an older, sort-of generic, not-very-well-received chick flick. But the song itself spoke volumes to Blaine and Kurt, and with one change of a name, and two voices both superior to the original singer (no offense to Jesse Spencer or anything) providing a lovely harmony, it worked for them.
Daddy's little girl paints the world with her magic wand
Daddy's little child breathes new life to the morning time for me
Though we're apart, her thoughts follow me
Blaine started the first verse, and when he got to the part with Lily's name and Kurt joined in, if there weren't tears welling up in their guests eyes before, there definitely were then.
When I come home, Lily smiles with the dawn
Lily smiles, and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Lily smiles
On a summer day, Lily smiles
A new day, Lily smiles
Kurt took the second verse, swaying a bit with Lily in his lap, smiling down at her.
Daddy's little girl ties a ribbon around my heart
Daddy's little child waves goodbye to the ocean tide that sweeps me
Though we're apart, she's a part of me
Blaine joined back in for the second chorus, and Lily cooed at him when he leaned in to nuzzle her nose with his own.
Lily smiles with the dawn
Lily smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Lily smiles
On a summer day, Lily smiles
A new day, Lily smiles
The harmony that breezes from their throats on the bridge was lovely, sounded ethereal and wispy (so much better than the original - no offense to Jesse Spencer), and Kurt actually got up from the stool he was sitting on and twirled Lily around in the air. She rewarded him with a sweet laugh that couldn't have been more perfectly placed, and settled back happily into his lap when he returned to his stool.
When I come home, Lily smiles with the dawn
Lily smiles and she radiates the glow around her halo
When she plays, Lily smiles
On a summer day, Lily smiles
A new day, Lily smiles
When the days have gone grey,
Nothing's wrong when Lily smiles
The applause was amazing, thunderous for that small of a group of people, and Kurt and Blaine could see their friends wiping their eyes with tissues, shirt sleeves, napkins, pretty much anything they could find.
Blaine set his guitar down, and his hand found Kurt's. They stood, sharing a sweet kiss with their baby between them before they went back to their table, and Lily's infectious giggle rang out in the restaurant again.
Nothing's wrong when Lily smiles
Oh, how true that is.