So…I had no intentions of writing a sequel to Stay With Me, but I just loved the story so much, and thoughts of Kurt and his recovery from the loss of Blaine's death kept hitting me, so I just wanted to explore it (what can I say, I'm a social worker…). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, I haven't figured out how many chapters it will be, but it will be similar to SWM's length! Please let me know what you think!

-I own nothing from Glee!

January

Light from the hallway spread throughout the dark room as Burt slowly opened the door to find his son still laying in bed. He shut the door enough so that the light would not be shining in Kurt's eyes, but allowed enough light in so that he could find his way to the bed and lay down. He knew he was lying on "Kurt's side." That since Blaine had died three weeks ago, Kurt had slept and laid on Blaine's side of the bed. He would be more worried that Kurt barely got out of bed since the funeral, if it not for his own experience of losing his wife. At that time, the only thing that kept him going was Kurt.

When he looked at Kurt now, asleep with dried tear marks down his face, he couldn't help but think back to when Elizabeth had died and he would often find himself lying next to Kurt, in his twin size bed, and staring at his son sleep. He often thanked whatever power was out there that his son was safe. Even when his wife had died, he felt thankful that at least Kurt was safe. This time though…this time he had a step son who was gone and now a son in law. Even worse, with Finn and Elizabeth he never had to watch them slowly deteriorate. With Blaine, each day it seemed that the boy was growing weaker. This time, even the knowledge that Blaine was going to die, did not help prepare him for the pain his son would endure. He didn't know how Blaine had been so strong throughout.

Two Months Prior

"Hey bud, how're you feeling?" Burt smiled when he looked up from the tv and saw that Kurt was wheeling Blaine, who had been sleeping, into the living room.

"Not…too bad." He smiled from behind his oxygen mask as Kurt helped move him onto the couch.

He was lying; it had been a bad day.

Blaine had been in terrible pain all morning, and it took until Blaine began throwing up from the pain for Kurt to convince him to take some of the stronger painkillers that had knocked him out for a while.

"Dad, I'm going to the store to grab a few things, did you need anything?" Kurt asked as he settled the oxygen tank close to the couch.

"Oh, Carole asked me to give you this..." He patted his pockets until he found a slip of paper and handed it to his son, "if you went to the store."

Kurt looked over it and raised an eyebrow, "If you're going to try and add chips, you could at least copy Carole's handwriting…and maybe use the same color pen..."

Blaine was laughing, "Nice try…Burt."

Burt looked over to his son-in-law and smiled, shaking his head, "I don't know how you deal with him."

After Kurt left, Blaine and Burt began watching the game, but it wasn't long until Blaine got Burt's attention.

"Burt?"

He looked to Blaine and muted the tv when he saw Blaine pulling off the oxygen mask.

"What's up?"

"I uh…I wanted…to talk."

"Ok?" He looked at him concerned.

"It's… about Kurt."

"What about him?"

"I'm worried…that after…he's going to…break." Blaine looked down for a moment than back to Burt.

Burt was confused, but as he looked into his eyes, he realized what Blaine was getting at. He was worried that Kurt was not going to be able to handle Blaine's death, that he wouldn't survive it. Burt had tried to pretend that Blaine was going to be fine, but he often found himself, late at night, worried for his son; terrified for his son-in-law.

He wanted to reassure Blaine; tell him that he would be fine, that Kurt would be fine, that life would go on. But it wouldn't.

"Blaine, listen to me, I don't know what's going to happen, but I do know that Kurt has a lot of people who will make sure that he will be ok. We won't let him disappear."

Blaine sniffled and wiped a tear that fell from his eye, "Thank…thank you."

"We're here for you too, you know. For anything you need." Burt ducked his head a little so that he was looking into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine just nodded a little and placed the oxygen mask back over his mouth and looked at the tv again.

Burt nodded and turned back to the game.

"Hey dad." Kurt's sleep heavy voice brought Burt back to the present. He looked at his son again, his hair unusually flat.

"Hey, I just got home from work. Wanted to check in on you."

Kurt turned to his side so that he was facing his father, "Is it always going to feel like this?"

"Like what?"

Kurt shut his eyes for a long moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes were shining, "Like my heart has been ripped in half, like I can't breathe…like I want to die just so I can be with him?"

Burt sighed, "No…it won't." He grabbed his son's hand, "Listen, I know that right now nothing feels like it will ever be good again, but Kurt, it will be. When I lost your mom, I felt just how you described, but you know what I did?"

Kurt shook his head and a tear escaped his eye.

"I got up in the morning, I got dressed…I kept living. I had to keep going because I knew that your mother would want that. And you know what? Blaine would want that for you too. He loved you so much, Kurt, and that boy would want you to be living every second. But," He raised his hand when Kurt opened his mouth, "I also know that you just lost your husband three weeks ago. I'm not saying that tomorrow morning you have to suddenly be fine, and if someone tells you that you tell them to come talk to me, but what I am saying is that you have to start making moves, because the longer you lie in this bed, the harder it's going to be. And Kurt, you know you have me and Carole, you have your friends…we're all here to keep you standing, ok?"

A sob left Kurt, and he moved forward to be in his father's arms, "I miss him so much." He cried.

"I know, and Kurt, moving on doesn't mean forgetting Blaine. Not a day goes by where I don't think of your mother, that there isn't something that reminds me of her, but I promise, I promise, that this will get easier. Soon, thinking of Blaine will bring up the happy memories, it will remind you of the goofy things he did, and the dates you went on. Soon it will be that, and not the pain, that comes to mind.

The next day, Kurt didn't suddenly come dancing down the stairs. He didn't fix his hair or change out of his pajamas. There weren't talks of moving back to New York, or even of going outside. What did happen, was that Kurt came downstairs for breakfast, and he ate a piece of toast and drank his coffee, and instead of going back upstairs, he asked Carole to watch a movie with him. Though he cried while watching Singing in the Rain, because it was Blaine's favorite and he would always act out the dance scenes, he also found himself telling Carole about what Blaine would do. He found himself laughing with her about the time Blaine dragged him out of their apartment and into the pouring rain so that he could dance with his umbrella.

And though he cried while he laughed, he felt closer to Blaine than any day in the past few weeks that he would sleep with Blaine's pillow and think of the funeral, or the weeks leading up to his death. He thought about Blaine's beautiful eyes, his warm smile, and he felt like the fog that had been so heavy was beginning to ease up. He felt like maybe, sometime soon, he would be able to function again.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!