Forty years later—
Kurt sat on the terrace, overlooking the cliffs. He couldn’t believe how much things had changed since he and Blaine married. Sure, he knew they’d grow older and, he hoped, wiser, but he never imagined his career path would veer so far from his childhood dreams. He had always imagined he would act until he was too old to remember his lines, and at that point he’d retire to one of the assisted living facilities set up for aged actors to live out the rest of his days. Life didn’t turn out to be quite as he imagined.
Kurt’s performance in Running with Tradition had earned him a Screen Actor’s Guild Award and an Oscar. After awards season was over, rumors began circulating that the screenwriter for the movie had been approached to adapt the movie for the stage with Kurt to reprise his role. Kurt was excited, but his marriage was so new he didn’t know if he wanted to devote so much time to such a large project. Blaine thought it would be a great opportunity and tried to talk Kurt into accepting the part. “I know this will be good for you. I’ll be there every step of the process, and I’ll lead the audience in applause on opening night.” So Kurt agreed, and thus marked his return to Broadway. And his first Tony.
Blaine had never been a part of the birth of a Broadway play, and he quickly became fascinated by the process. He sat in as many of the workshops as he could, and soon began sitting with the writer to learn the process of turning a screenplay into something that would work on a stage. Blaine was fascinated with all aspects and began carrying his laptop with him everywhere he went. At home Kurt would often find Blaine hunched over his laptop, a cup of cold coffee and half eaten snack next to him, typing furiously on the keyboard. At times like this, it could take a striptease to get Blaine’s attention, which Kurt was only too happy to perform. When he asked Blaine what he was working on, Blaine replied, “A story that I think needs to be told. I promise to show you when I’m finished.”
It took almost four months for Blaine to feel confident enough to show anything to Kurt. When Blaine was ready to show Kurt the story he’d written, Kurt looked at the title and tears immediately sprang to his eyes. “Oh, Blaine! It’s perfect.” Kurt held the manuscript to his chest with one hand and used his other to steady himself while he leaned in to kiss his husband, the man who had observed the process of writing a play and used that knowledge to tell their story. He called it I Married You. “Do you want me to read it now? I know how hard it is to watch someone experience what you’ve created for the first time.”
“I want you to read it now. I know it’ll need lots of work before it’s anywhere near ready to be considered anything other than lovesick ramblings, but I’d love for you to read it.”
“Okay. Would you make me a cup of tea?” Kurt asked as he settled into his favorite reading chair and opened to the first page.
“Sure, be right back,” Blaine said before walking into the kitchen. After putting the kettle on, he also decided to bake some cookies; he’d always been a nervous baker.
Kurt smiled when he heard the voices behind him; he heard Billy and Claire trying to hush their children, but he wanted to spend time with his grandchildren. They enjoyed hearing his stories, and he enjoyed telling them.
“They don’t disturb me, you know. I’m their papa, and papas are never disturbed by their favorite grandchildren.” He held his arms out and waited for his five grandchildren to run into his arms before he gathered them in. “See? Lots of room for everyone. Who wants to hear a story?”
After Kurt had finished reading Blaine’s play, he turned back to the title page and looked at Blaine’s name. He was so happy and so proud of his husband. He knew this play would eventually be produced on Broadway, and maybe even become a movie one day. “It’s beautiful, Sweetheart. You told our story in a way that will make everyone who sees this remember that special moment when they met the love of their life. I want to put my hat in for the part of Micah; whenever it’s ready I want to read that part.”
“You will always be my first choice for any part you want.”
Five small voices yelled, “Me” in unison. Kurt laughed and looked toward his daughter and son. “Where’s your father? I thought he’d be back by now.”
Claire and Billy exchanged looks and held an entire conversation in a matter of seconds. Kurt had always admired their ability to understand each other with a simple look. Billy sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll tell him. Dad called and said he had a couple more errands to run before coming home. He should be back in about an hour.” Kurt knew something was up when he noticed Billy’s inability to make eye contact for more than a second at a time.
“I know he’s up to something; I’ve known ever since he invited you guys to come visit. Why don’t you and Claire go do whatever he’s conned you into while I tell these angels the best story in the whole world.” Kurt waved his children away and turned to see five pairs of eyes staring up at him. He smiled at his grandchildren and asked, “Whose turn is it to start the story?”
Katie raised her hand and said, “One night in Las Vegas.”
Kurt laughed; no matter how many times he told his and Blaine’s story they always wanted to hear it again. “Okay. One night in Las Vegas, a long, long time ago two men met and fell in love.”
By the end of the story, Kurt had one child sitting on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder and soft breaths hitting his neck. The other four children were in various stages of wakefulness, all with smiles on their faces. They loved to hear the story of how their grandfathers met, fell in love, and got married.
Their story was a long-running success on Broadway. Many actors eventually played the part of Micah, but in Blaine’s eyes, none of them were better than the first Micah. Seven years after I Married You opened, it finally closed. Blaine was asked to consider allowing a movie adaptation but, after talking it over with Kurt, they decided that they’d like to keep it as only a play. Blaine had long ago quit working in the visual art world and had immersed himself in writing. He wrote novels, movie scripts, short stories, and once their children were old enough to read, he wrote down the stories he and Kurt told them at bedtime; those were published under a pseudonym with Sam as illustrator. His children thought it was funny that their dad and Uncle Sam made books out of the silly stories they heard before bed, although they all agreed that Uncle Sam should have consulted them before drawing anything because he got the characters all wrong.
Eventually, Kurt moved away from acting and became one of the most successful directors/producers in Hollywood. He focused on bringing Blaine’s writing to life and always joked that he had ‘an in’ with the best writer out there.
They’d had a wonderful life, raised two smart and talented children, and were blessed with five grandchildren. They were getting ready to celebrate forty years of marriage with their friends and family. Cooper, his current wife, and his children and grandchildren would arrive in the morning. Sam would be bringing his son and two grandchildren later in the afternoon. Tina, her husband, four children and seven grandchildren would drive up the coast from San Diego in time for dinner. A few of their other friends would wander in and out throughout the day.
Kurt heard his husband’s voice as he continued to look out at the horizon. He had been so glad when they had heard that the property was for sale. Thirty years ago the state had been in need of money and had put up five sections of state land for sale. One of those plots of land had been next to the cove where he and Blaine had been married. They immediately put in an offer and, after the sale was final, they began designing their dream house. Their most important wish was to be able to stand on a balcony off their bedroom and look down on the cove that had been the backdrop to the merging of their lives.
“We want as many windows as you can fit into a house. This land means so much to us, and this will be the last home we buy. We need to have room for guests, as well as for our family, and a place for our kids to play outside.” The architect took copious notes about everything they wanted, did a survey of the land, and got to work. The plans were breathtaking and only needed one small revision, enlarging the balcony to the master bedroom. Two years later they moved into their new home; they had lived there ever since.
Kurt slowly stood, trying not to jostle the child sleeping on his shoulder too much, and carefully stepped over the rest of the children on his way to the door. Billy met him at the door, took the child from him, and carried her into one of the bedrooms. Kurt headed toward the kitchen where he heard Claire and Blaine talking in hushed voices. As soon as they heard him, they stopped talking and moved away from each other. Blaine turned to Kurt and smiled at him before walking over to give him a kiss.
“I’m not even going to ask. I know something’s up, and I know you’ve enlisted our children into whatever you’re trying to do. I also know that you can’t stand it when I don’t try to get your secrets out of you; so I’m going to continue on as if nothing is going on. Eventually you’ll be bursting to tell me everything; when that time comes, you know where to find me,” he added with a devilish grin.
“Kurt! It’s no fun if you don’t even try! And you know how you enjoy coming up with new and exciting ways to get me to reveal my secrets. But if you insist on playing these childish games, who am I to stop you?” Blaine heaved a sigh that could rival the most put-upon teenager. All Kurt could do was smile and shake his head; he knew how the game was played. And he always won.
“His smile softened as he temporarily dropped the banter. He pulled Blaine to him and murmured, “I love you and our family more than I could ever express in words.” Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand and raised his fingers to his lips for a kiss.
Kurt actually was never able to get that secret out of Blaine; none of his tried and true tactics worked. As it turned out, however, he was glad of it because the next evening Blaine, Kurt and their family and friends dressed in their finest clothes and went to a small theater to watch a one-night only production of I Married You. Blaine had worked with a college theater department to help them stage the play as a surprise for Kurt on their fortieth anniversary. Kurt loved his surprise all the more for not having been able to guess it ahead of time.
The play simply reinforced what Blaine and Kurt had known for the past forty years—a strange beginning in a strange town had become one of the great love stories of their generation. Every time they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew they would continue their amazing journey together for as long as they lived.