Man, I'm glad I'm back! ;)

Thanks to my amazing beta InLoveWithDarren who still puts up with me!

Trigger Warning: This story stays true to the fact that we lost Finn. It's not a big part of the story but it's there.

Disclamer: I do not own Glee.

P.S.: I do realize this author's note is a bunch of completely unrelated sentences. I don't feel like doing something about it.

Like fallen from the sky

Chapter 1

"Son, stop pacing! You're making me more nervous than any medical procedure could."

"Okay, okay.I… I'll sit down, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Burt smiled mockingly as his son tapped the floor repeatedly with his foot.

"I'm worried." Kurt defended himself. "I don't have the best memories of you and hospitals, remember?"

"It's just a check up, Kurt. One I still don't understand why you insisted on coming to."

"I'm never around for these things. But I still worry, dad."

"I get it," Burt said, placing his hand over Kurt's, "but I have been just fine for years and I plan on being around for many more."

"I'm holding you to that."

Burt's doctor, Doctor Boothe, entered the room. He explained to them that there was a slight abnormality that he'd rather Burt stayed overnight to check on. He went on explaining how there was a ninety eight percent probability it was nothing and that he just wanted to be sure, but it was really hard for Kurt not to let his mind go spiraling to darkness. Kurt Hummel was a very successful, very accomplished, very independent twenty five year old. However, when something threatened to take his father from him, he was nothing more than a confused and frightened teen.

Burt, of course, sensed it. As soon as the doctor took them to a room and left them alone, he was speaking to Kurt again.

"It's gonna be fine, Kurt. They're pretty sure it's nothing, didn't you hear?"

"That's not what he said, dad."

"But that's what he meant." Burt said matter-of-factly. "Come on, you never come visit and now I have an excuse to guilt you into spending the whole night sitting next to me and catching up."

"Dad!"

The thing was, Kurt realized two hours later, that once he let go a bit of his worries, he was actually enjoying the evening. Being back home had been hard for a while and he couldn't remember the last time he had had a time like this with Carole and his dad. Burt said he was thirsty, so Kurt volunteered himself to go get a soda from the vending machine.

There was a guy on crutches at the machine, so Kurt stood a couple of steps behind. It was just because there was nothing to look at in a deserted corner of a hospital that Kurt's eyes diverted down enough to notice what a nice butt the man had. He was about to feel mortified for looking when the man went to turn, but instead, he saw the crutch falter and the guy trip and in no time he had his arms full of a cute, injured man. And then he looked at him, and…oh. Ohio really was a small place.

The man was looking at him, too. His eyes wide and surprised and then there was recognition and a bit of something warm that Kurt couldn't name but couldn't look away from.

"It's not everyday that you fall into Peter Pan's arms, is it?" Blaine said.

Kurt couldn't help the smile, cliché as what he had said was, because Blaine's beautiful, earnest eyes were so close that not smiling was simply not an option. "I don't exactly go through my life catching soccer superstars, either." He had to say back because, again, eyes (and also a bit of history of fangirling, but that's in the past… maybe).

Blaine smiled again and held to Kurt's arm. The touch made Kurt realize he was still holding him. He helped Blaine to his good foot, as he was purposely keeping the swollen one up. He picked up the crutches and held him by the waist as Blaine maneuvered with them.

"Thank you for that," Blaine said.

"No problem. Actually, I'll probably make my dad's otherwise-dull, hospitalized night when I tell him who I ran into."

"Oh, shit. Is he okay?" Blaine looked genuinely concerned.

"Yes, yes. It's just a checkup, they're pretty sure it's nothing." After muchtime trying to sound calm, Kurt had really started to actually calm down a little about Burt's health.

"Good, great." Blaine said. "Sorry, was that weird? It's just, after everything he did… his work means a lot to me, obviously, but he also seems to be such a great guy. "

Kurt laughed. "It's fine, I get it and he is. He is the best thing that has happened to Congress lately, though I'm his son, so…." He said playfully.

"No, I totally agree" Blaine said, smiling. "Actually, is he going to be here until the morning? I have to come back and maybe… I have always wanted to meet him."

"Of course, he would love it." He looked at Blaine, who seemed nervous. It was endearing, so for his sake he added, "You know that."

Blaine pressed his lips together. "Okay, I would be here around nine, does that work for you?"

"Yes, we'd be here." He was not trying to make it clear he was going to be there too. Not at all.

"Great! So, he's from The Crew, right?"

"Sorry, what?"

Blaine laughed and it didn't even bother Kurt, his laugh was so sweet. "Do you know which his team is?"

"Oh, yes." But Kurt couldn't say 'the one you were at when you came out', even if that was all he knew about it. Wait, wasn't it from Columbus? "The Columbus one, I think, the one you played at."

"That's The Crew," Blaine said with a cute smile and shinny eyes. It did things to Kurt.

"Great. I think I should go back, see you tomorrow?" He said.

"Yeah, yeah, me too" Blaine said "And thanks again."

"Is all right. Be careful, though." He responded, as Blaine turned the corner.

Kurt returned to the room, remembering at the door that he still didn't have a soda. What he did have was a good story as an excuse.

It was getting late and Kurt insisted on staying. Carole argued she could stay and Burt argued he would be fine alone, but if something made Kurt Hummel Kurt Hummel, it was his perseverance (some would call it stubbornness but his second Broadway show booked said otherwise).

Carole had already left when Burt asked, "What was Blaine's injury again?"

"I don't know, his foot was swollen and he wasn't leaning on it but I don't really know" Kurt looked away. "You can ask him tomorrow. He was,like, super excited to meet you." He tried really hard to sound indifferent.

"What is that emotion I'm sensing?" Burt asked, mischievous.

"What?"

"Mm, you're not upset, it's not that… You sounded sarcastic but you're not angry… interesting."

"I'm not following you, dad."

"I had forgotten of those old high school nights." Burt winked.

"Dad!"

But Kurt was remembering too, all the images had been coming back to him since Blaine fell in his arms. He didn't even remember the first time he heard about Blaine, however at some point he had become that kid who was Kurt's age and played in a soccer team that his dad kept mentioning when he tried to talk sports with Kurt. Eventually, Kurt had learned his name, but he had never even seen his face.

He was just flipping through the channels one night when a really cute boy caught his attention. He barely noticed it was Fox Sports, because this boy's eyes were a beautiful golden, his curls made you want to run your hands through them and his smile, his smile made you smile, it was like being injected by a ray of sunshine.

"So, you going to start watching soccer with me now?" Burt asked with a grin, appearing beside him.

Kurt blushed furiously and looked back at the TV, this time actually reading the banner, he was lusting over the very one Blaine Anderson.

"I wouldn't mind, you know, if you watched for the cute boys."

Kurt tried for a smile, it was great his dad was so fine with his sexuality, even when things were still a little weird.

It wasn't that Kurt became Blaine's biggest fanboy after that, but he did watch once in a while, even if he still didn't care about the sport, those were good shorts.

It was a low night at the Hummel- Hudson's during Kurt's senior year. Burt called from the stairs for Kurt to hurry back down to the TV. The news report read 'Blaine Anderson, recently recruited by LA Galaxy, comes out as gay'.

"This is great, Kurt, this is so good." His dad said as soon as he sat down.

"Mm, why are you so excited?"

"Don't you get it? This is just what we needed."

"Yay, the community was missing someone for the soccer team!" Kurt answered sarcastic, "What would we need him for? You're not making any sense, dad."

"Of course I am. I'm talking about the campaign. You know very well that you coming out was kind of hard for me at the beginning but I knew you were my son and I loved you and it was my job to get my shit together. Well, for lot of guys like me, whose son isn't you, there has never been a reason for that. And, besides the obvious not-their-son factor, this is our chance to show them what you showed me. Blaine plays soccer better than any one in this country nowadays and if he doesn't let it go to his head he's going to be in the best European teams any time soon. These kind of guys care about that and if they are going to be cheering for him in the field they should sort out if they're willing to stand up for him in other fields, too. We can show them that they should support his rights. And if we take advantage of this, maybe even work together with Blaine, we can get someimportant support to our cause from people we weren't expecting, like soccer fans and soccer clubs."

"Ok…" Kurt was speechless, "You really are the best, dad."

"I know" Burt smiled, throwing an arm around him. "Wanna watch some soccer with me?" He asked,"They're repeating Blaine's last game with The Crew this past season."

Kurt nodded and actually paid attention for most of the game.

He graduated and moved to New York not long after but he always kept an eye on his dad campaigning for LGBTQ rights. Burt contacted Blaine's manager, his brother Cooper. Blaine publicly supported Burt and Burt publicly supported Blaine. Blaine attended events in LA to give their propositions popularity and Burt did his part in Congress. More states kept passing marriage equality, gender identity laws got better. Burt and Blaine spoke on the phone a couple of times but never got to meet in person.

Then Blaine went to Italy to play for Inter of Milan, even there, never shy to speak up when an issue aroused. However, they lost touch.

Meanwhile Kurt graduated from NYADA and got his first big role as Mark in a revival of Rent. Rachel, already a Broadway star and who played a part in him getting the role, was his Maureen.

Clearly, Kurt thought before falling asleep next to his dad, the Hummel – Anderson meeting of the next morning was long overdue. What he wasn't expecting was his sixteen year old feelings to make a comeback for the reunion. Mostly, because that had been his Blaine-Anderson-is-the-cutest-thing-to-ever-walk-the-earth phase.

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