Hey folks!

This is my one and only story :D It was posted once but I thought it would be better of I delete it then rewrite and repost it but this time here on my private account.

I'll try to update as much as I can, but right now it's crazy in here with exams, so we'll see... but I'll definitely try.

English is not my first language, do there can be mistakes. My friend looked through it but she can't be my beta. And because of that I would like to ask someone to help me find one. Let me know I will be very thankfull.

Without further ado here's chapter 1.

Standing outside the door of the house which had become so familiar to him for the past couple of years, and so distant over the past few months, Blaine took a deep breath. He glanced down at his phone for what had to be at least the 100th time that day to reread the text he had received from Burt early that morning. It still felt a little surreal to him, of course he and Burt had remained on good terms during his and Kurt's relationship, but once they had broken up he had half expected Burt to show up at his door to be meet face to face with that famous shotgun he had been threaten with couple of times. Sure he wasn't, but he would rather take that, than silent disappointment he was met with from Burt. So from this moment on he knew he wasn't very high in his 'Top favorite people' list or ever.

But there it was- "Blaine, Carole and I would like to invite you to join us for dinner tonight. Let me know if you can make it, 6:30. -Burt"

That was all. Blaine had of course immediately confirmed, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared shitless why. And the mystery still remained. Finally exhaling, he knocked. Just as he took his hand away, the door flew open and Blaine nearly jumped. It was Carole, who enthusiastically grabbed Blaine's arm and steered him to the kitchen. Burt was waiting, seeming just, if not more, nervous than Blaine. Deciding not to ask, Blaine stepped forward and shook his hand before taking a seat at the table. Carole did most of the talking while Blaine stared at his plate, speaking far more quietly than he ever had in the Hummel residence. Nothing significant was discussed, and Blaine found Burt's motive in inviting him increasingly more unclear. Finally, the awkward meal ended, and they all helped clear the table. Burt cleared his throat, wiping sweat off his brow as he did so.

"Okay, well Carole and I have to go run some errands...feel free to stick around a little longer, we'll be back in around half an hour, but I'm sure you'll have somewhere to be by then."

Carole gave Burt a quizzical look, and Blaine felt like doing the same before an idea grabbed hold in his mind, wiping away all other thoughts. Now it was Blaine's turn to sweat. How did they knew?

"Um, would you guys mind if I...um, went..." he motioned with his hand in no particular direction.

"To Kurt's room?" Burt asked, looking oddly blissful if not a little confirmed with the suggestion Blaine had yet to make. "Um, yeah. You were with Kurt for quite some time. I don't know if it's the right move to let you in, but... I know you are miserable Blaine. We were at Sectionals, did you know?" when Blaine shook his head Burt continued. "Well, yeah we were, we cheered you on. But...uhm..."

"Yeah I know," Blaine mumbled with slight embarrassment and lowered his head. "That's why you'd invited me over?"

"Yeah. Well, I mean you know, closure... and stuff. And we wanted to see how you're doing." Blaine nodded, relieved.

"Feel free, sweetie," Carole added sympathetically, while looking slightly confused between Blaine and her husband.

"Okay, well uh... thanks for having me over, I thought you don't want to see me again since me and Kurt are no longer a couple. I'll find my way out, I'll be gone by the time you're back. I don't want to... um... intrude..." he continued awkwardly.

"You are not intruding honey," Carol smiled at him. "We love to have you over. We said you're always welcomed here even if you and Kurt are no longer together doesn't mean we wouldn't love to see you now and then. I like having you around."

"Don't worry about it," Burt nodded in agreement, looking Blaine straight in the eye, "We'll have to do this again...soon."

Something in the way Burt said 'soon' made Blaine's heart skip a beat, because surely that meant something to do with Kurt. He snapped back into focus in time to wave as Carole and Burt left, leaving Blaine alone in their house. Slowly, Blaine walked up the stairs. The break-up between him and Kurt was still an open wound, and although he knew this was a little creepy, he hoped that seeing one of the places they had come so close, would help him to move on. He knew it was an invasion, but Burt hadn't seemed to mind and.

Before Blaine could question his possibly twisted motives anymore, the door was open and he was standing on Kurt's carpet, in Kurt's room, and everything just felt so Kurt. It all came back to him-all the moments and memories and he felt tears well up in his eyes no matter how hard he tried to push them away. He wondered how could he still have some tears left. He must cry out oceans of them.

And then his breath caught in his throat. There, on Kurt's desk, was a picture of him and Kurt in the choir room. He moved a little closer and saw a stuffed puppy in his hand-the one Kurt had bought him when his brother Cooper was visiting. He smiled remembering it, a smile which quickly faded as he came across a second picture, this one more recent. He recognized Kurt, Rachel, and now Santana's New York apartment in the background, all three of them were in the picture, but who was that other guy?

The guy had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he was pale and tall, and there was something distinctly English about him. "Much taller than me," Blaine mussed. And he was standing suspiciously close to Kurt and had his hand around Kurt's waist...and not at all in friendly manner.

That son of a bitch! Strong pang of a jealousy hurt in his chest.

Blaine's heart sank before beating way too fast as a chorus of thoughts ran through his head. Has Kurt moved on? Is that his boyfriend? What was he supposed to do?

"Nothing." He said out loud dejectedly. "You won't do anything because there's nothing left for you to do."

Blaine sank down onto the bed behind him to stop the room from spinning as tears rolled down his cheeks. He ran hands over the fluffy comforter before standing up again. It was Kurt's bed. Just Kurt's not Kurt and Blaine's. He looked at the clock on Kurt's nightstand and realized he had only been there for a couple minutes, although it felt like forever. Not able to stay any longer, Blaine rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping, grabbed his coat and left the house without looking back.

In his rushed he almost ran past two people nearly on the ground. His plan had been to run to his car and drive as fast and far as possible, but the scene in the front yard stopped him cold. There sitting in the grass was Carole, talking frantically into her cell phone, and next to her, unconscious, was Burt.

Kurt sat in his bed reading an assignment for one of his classes at NYADA when his phone buzzed next to him. Glad to have a distraction he eagerly picked it up, but nearly dropped it again when he saw the caller ID. Blaine's smiley face was looking back at him. He should delete the contact. A million questions popped in his head, but none had time to be answered before Kurt's finger moved and pressed the green button, independent from everything his brain was yelling. He was dying to hear his voice again.

"Hello?" he said, a little too breathily, a little too emotionally. He felt Blaine hesitate, and bit his lip, hard. He remember the last time Blaine called. Don't need to be said it didn't end well. There was a lot of crying and yelling involved. That was a couple of months ago. There were a few text, mainly saying Sorry and various sorts of apologies but he haven't replied on any of them. How could he? The only person he could trust with his life took everything from him and spat in his face. But his strong shell was crumbling as the time went by. There wasn't hatred anymore, just hurt. And this hurt prevented him for calling Blaine or even answering the calls when Blaine tried to contact him. And in a time Blaine stopped trying. And Kurt never tried to call back.

"Um.. Hi Kurt." He noted that Blaine sounded close to tears. "I'm not really sure what or how to say this so I think I'll just say that..." Kurt lay back in his bed, preparing for another apology in that velvety sweet voice, one that this time he wasn't sure he could reject.

"...your dad.. .he - he's in the hospital, Kurt." Blaine ended in a whisper. Kurt bolted up straight, almost hitting his head on the too-low ceiling. Again, a million questions swirled through his head, but all Kurt managed to blurt out was "What?! Is he okay?"

"Doctor said they stabilized him. That's all I know."

"I'm on my way to the airport right now. If you'll get a chance tell him I'll come as soon as I can." With that he hung up, and the only thing he thought about was his dad. It wasn't until he was on the plane and halfway through his 94 minute trip that he realized he could've asked Blaine what was going on, although how Blaine knew and why it was him not Carol who called was still a mystery to him. He sighed, and settled back into his seat, knowing that all there was left to do was wait, he'll find out soon enough.

As Kurt entered the hospital, he shivered slightly as old memories resurfaced. He took a deep breath, reminding himself why he was there, and approached the main desk.

"Burt Hummel's room?" He asked, concern streaked across his face.

"You family?" the nurse behind the desk asked looking at the computer.

"Son." Kurt answered, dabbing his fingers onto desk, praying for her to do it faster and not caused him to grow grey hair by the time she'll done.

"3rd floor, room 234 to the left," the nurse running it replied, smiling at him sympathetically.

"Thanks." And with that he ran for the stairs, elevator was too slow for this.

Entering the room, Kurt found Blaine sitting by Burt's bed. Carol was sleeping on the couch, but Kurt could see by the redness around her eyes that she had been crying a lot. Probably since all this has started. Blaine looked up at Kurt from where his head was hanging low and they shared a painful sigh.

Kurt looked so sad, uncertain and heartbroken that Blaine's heart bled every time he looked up at him. More than anything, he wanted to come to him and hug him tightly like he always did, this need only intensified by his physical presence in the same room, but he was too afraid. Too afraid that he'll be pushed away again like he was so many times. But he had never seen so much pain on his face. What to do, what to say?

He looked up at Kurt again, at the exact time to see the tear roll down his face. Blaine's heart felt like it was being pulled apart. Unable to help himself, Blaine lowered his face as his own tears made their way down his cheeks. Crying quietly, he brushed them away so Kurt wouldn't notice. As Kurt took a couple self-conscious steps towards his dad's bed while Blaine's eyes burned into a certain spot above his temple. A spot which sported a small white bandage, decorated with a couple dots of red. With his eyebrows knitted together in worry, Blaine tried to think of how it could've happened, noticing his heartbeat rise significantly with each new possibility.

Firmly, Kurt grabbed his dad's hand and Burt stirred and opened his eyes to look at his only son.

"What are you doing here Kurt?" Burt cried out when took in it was Kurt." I told Carole not to call you. I am fine, perfect even I am just- " he cut himself when his eyes fixated on the exact same spot Blaine had. "What do you have on your head? Is that what I think? Oh my god Kurt what happened? And your hand...?!" Burt sputtered as he awoke fully in a couple of seconds.

"Shh. Hi dad," Kurt greeted warmly while trying to calm his dad. "Blaine called me okay and I am glad he did I see. Were you not going to tell me about this at all?! And don't change the subject. It was just a stupid accident during... rehearsal for our next week performance. Oh and I wanted to invite you all to it." Kurt said but his eyes narrowed on his dad."Let's just turn back to you, all right . What happened? Tell me."

"I don't know really, the doctor did some tests, but didn't tell me anything yet." said Burt with a sigh. At that moment, the doctor stepped back into the bedroom.

"What - ?" started Kurt, but his voice cracked a little on the question but he stopped when the doctor raised his hand to stop all the questions.

"You're Burt's son aren't you? Kurt?" the doctor looked up at Burt. He nodded approval with a little smile and looked at Kurt.

"So come at us," said Burt and Kurt couldn't help a small smile at the comment while he took a deep breath. Blaine woke up Carole and put arm around her waist for support.

"You're okay Burt, it's nothing to do with heart," Kurt closed his eyes and breathed out lowering his head a little, "actually it looks better than month ago. In short, your body was attacked by an infection and your immune system could not handle it, which led to low blood pressure which caused your collapse." The doctor smiled encouragingly.

"Thank God," Carole said, putting her head into her hands. The doctor noticed Kurt was still pale.

"Breathe Kurt, don´t worry! How about you'll sit down and drink some water because now, I think you'll be that one who's going to collapse. Your dad is gonna be fine. Better than new may I say." the doctor joked giving his shoulder light squeeze.

"Yeah, yeah. I have to sit. Thank you doctor." nodded Kurt.

"Okay Burt we will give you some antibiotics and I think if everything goes how we want we can send you home the day after tomorrow. We want to watched after you for a while. So, that is all for now and I have to go. Have a nice day, and Kurt? ... just take it easy, alright?" the doctor winked and then left.

"Do not frighten me like this anymore dad. I can't do it anymore," said Kurt quietly with head in his hands.

"COPY," smiled Burt," but that's exactly why I didn't want to call you right after this, because I wanted to hear the doctor first and then call you if necessary. And look it's not. By the way Blaine I told you do not call him..."

"I'm sorry," whispered Blaine and didn't look at Burt.

"...but it doesn't matter, I knew you would," he said, smiling at Blaine who smiled back a little, "and I'm really glad you're here Kurt don't think I am not. I've missed you, we haven't seen you since Mr. Shue's 'almost wedding'!"

"I've missed you too dad. A lot," Kurt stood up and kissed his dad on the forehead.

"Show me this..." Burt takes Kurt´s head into his hands and looked over his son's injury.

"How did this happen?" Burt asked, his voice laced with concern, thinking of the years of bullying his son had endured.

"I told you already Dad. What more do you want to know?"

"I heard that. You had an accident on the dance rehearsal. I want to know what exactly happened with all the details and how."

"You know... We was just dancing and one of the dancers pushed me, he didn't mean to, but I lost my balance and I landed on the edge of a piano. So I got one stitch and a couple of bruises and my hand is sore, because I tried to catch myself but I just hurt my hand, but if I haven't my head would be probably worse." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Burt eyed him for a while but huffed and grunted. "Okay I believe you, but be more careful next time kid, please."

"Said by someone laying in a hospital bed," said Kurt with a scoff, "I will. Promise."

"I didn't give myself an infection." Burt retorted.

"I haven't tripped over my own feet." Kurt shot right back.

"Okay Kurt we can call it a truce if you want to but for now I want you to go home it´s late. And I want to be honest with you... you look really terrible...did you sleep last night?" asked Burt worriedly.

"Not really. I have loads of stuff to do for school tests are breathing on my neck and then I couldn't in the plane I was really worried. Have you called Finn?" Kurt asked and looked around for somewhere to lie down.

"Uh-uh. No, Kurt go home. I'll be there in two days. Don't worry I feel much better now. And no we haven't called Finn, we'll call him now to let him know what's happening. How'd you get here?"

"I took a cab from the airport," Kurt replied tiredly.

"Blaine, could you drive him?" Burt asked and Blaine startled at the sudden question.

Him and Kurt in the same closed space? Not likely.

"As long as it's okay with Kurt..." Blaine said quietly, gesturing to Kurt already feeling dejected. That's what he's been receiving for a while now after all.

Burt eyes softened when he took in Blaine almost curled into himself and turned to his son. Kurt looked to Blaine and shrugged, his face not giving anything away, but he crumpled when he looked at Blaine. "Carole?"

"No I am not going, I'll stay with your dad and call to Finn in a minute you can go and sleep honey. We'll be just fine," she said, standing up, and walking over to Burt's bed where she clasped his hand in hers. Kurt kissed his dad again and hugged Carole tightly. He took a deep breath and with one last lingering glance he walked out of the room, knowing that Blaine would follow.

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