After their marriage and years of ups and downs, Kurt and Blaine have finally built the life they'd always imagined: they live in New York, in a bright apartment on the Upper West Side, where every detail speaks to them—from Blaine's vintage piano to Kurt's tailoring mannequins and scattered sketches. The city has become their home, the place where they found each other and where they decided to put down roots... for real.

As a couple, they are a balance of calm and creative chaos. Kurt is precise, aesthetic, a bit of a control freak; Blaine is more emotional, more patient, more inclined to embrace the chaos of everyday life. After years together, they've learned not to seek perfection, but truth: in the silences, in the hasty meals, in the end-of-day cuddles. Their love is no longer just made of promises, but of continuous choices.

Professionaly, Blaine works as a music teacher at a private school in Manhattan. His students adore him: he sings with them, listens to them, encourages them. He's the kind of professor you remember. Kurt, on the other hand, has finally found his place in the fashion world. After a few important collaborations, he now works in an atelier as a designer, hoping to soon open his own line. His days are long, but not a night goes by without updating Blaine on every detail, with infectious enthusiasm.

The idea of becoming parents came from Blaine, one ordinary afternoon, while they were watching a movie on the couch, sharing a blanket, and it was raining outside. It wasn't a grand announcement, but a sweet, simple sentence: "You can make everything you touch beautiful... what would happen if we raised someone together?" Kurt didn't respond immediately. But that night he didn't sleep, and by the next morning he had already written a list: cribs, pediatricians, pastel colors.

When they decided to share the news with their closest friends, it was a real wave of emotion.

They told their friends who were in New York like them in person, during dinner in their apartment. Rachel was the first to cry, holding both of them by the hand. Brittany asked if they could do a dance routine for the baby. Santana laughed, then—in her own way—hugged them tightly.

The rest of them, who were perhaps still in Lima or elsewhere, were told via video call. Will barely held back tears. Everyone was happy, surprised, and excited.

When Rachel agreed to be their surrogate, no one was more moved than Kurt. Despite her Broadway commitments, Rachel said yes without hesitation. "I'll do it for you. There's no couple more deserving of a baby than you two," she said, smiling, her hands on her heart.

During her pregnancy, Kurt and Blaine were incredibly sweet. They brought her something every day: a juice "for the baby's brain," organic energy bars, relaxing herbal teas. They left notes in her dressing room, went out of their way to keep her company during ultrasounds, and Blaine often played the piano so the baby could listen to music.

The day of their birth is etched in their memory. It was a long labor, but filled with love. Kurt was nervous; Blaine held Rachel's hand with unwavering calm. When the baby was born—a warm, screaming bundle—Kurt cried more than he thought possible. Blaine couldn't stop smiling.

The first few months were chaotic and filled with love. Sleepless nights alternated with moments of absolute wonder. Blaine sang lullabies while changing diapers. Kurt had invented a way to put the little one to sleep with a single wave of his hand (or so he said). They lived for those morning smiles, for the first sounds, for their softly spoken names.