Okay, lovely readers, I'm sorry, but I had to make this three chapters! There's just too much stuff I want to put into this story-but don't worry, I'm almost done with the last chapter and it will be up by the end of the weekend ;)

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Kurt jumped to answer the house phone before Finn could even process that it was ringing. Carole peeked out concernedly from the kitchen where she was making dinner. Normally, Kurt would be helping her, but he was so on edge he couldn't even hold anything without his hands shaking right then. Burt answered Kurt's unspoken question before Kurt even said hello, because his dad just knew.

"He's alright, kiddo," Burt assured him. He sounded tired, and if Kurt wasn't mistaken, a little pissed off. "But…he needs to have surgery. The doctor also confirmed that his cornea is scratched. He's…" Burt swallowed. "He's in a lot of pain, bud, but he seemed to be okay when his parents got here."

Kurt felt his chest aching at the thought that Blaine was probably only trying to act like the perfect son his parents wanted him to be.

"How did his parents take it?" Kurt asked. Burt sighed on the other line, and Kurt instantly knew what his dad was mad about.

"His father's…a piece of work. That's for sure. His poor kid is crying and scared, and all he has to say is that 'Blaine's acting like it's worse than it is'. He lectured him about it, for God sakes! Who…who does that, Kurt?"

"Blaine's dad," Kurt said grimly. He'd only met Blaine's father once or twice; he was always holed up in his office when Kurt was over at Blaine's. He didn't seem to really want anything to do with his son. Kurt ground his teeth together angrily. Mr. Anderson could at least act like he cared that his son was in pain.

"His mother seemed worried though," Burt said. "She was quiet, but she brought him anything he needed and sat with him. His father just left after a while because he had to make a conference call."

"Poor Blaine," Kurt whispered. "God, I wish I could be there. Are you still there?"

"Yeah," Burt said. "He seems to like it when I'm here, or maybe I just remind him of you. Because he tries to smile a lot when I'm in here, but when his parents come in he just gets really quiet and…polite, almost."

Kurt sniffed and clenched his fingers on the arm of the couch. Finn's head whipped around in concern from the armchair. Kurt just shook his head at his stepbrother, giving him a weak smile.

"Blaine likes you, Dad."

"Well, I like him, too," Burt said gruffly. Kurt's vision blurred.

"D-Dad? Are you…are you in the room with him? Is he awake?"

Kurt could hear Burt fumbling with the phone and the quiet murmur of him talking to someone in the background. Burt sounded like he was laughing when he answered Kurt next.

"Barely," Burt answered, grinning. "I think he's a little confused." Kurt frowned.

"Why? What's wrong with him?" he asked urgently.

"Pain meds, Kurt," Burt reminded him gently.

"Oh. Yeah." Kurt blushed. "Can you…put him on for a second? I mean…if he wants to talk to me."

"I think he definitely wants to, Kurt," Burt said. Kurt listened as static buzzed quietly on the other line and to what sounded like: "whoa, careful, Blaine, easy, he's right here," from his dad.

"'Lo?" Blaine said thickly in Kurt's ear. Kurt pressed the phone desperately closer against his ear, and he was pretty sure he whined softly when he heard Blaine's voice—God, that was embarrassing.

"Hi, baby," Kurt breathed. "How are you doing?"

"I'm all better," Blaine said, a little too enthusiastically. "They fixed my eye, Kurt, and I'm a pirate now!"

"Good," Kurt smiled, closing his eyes. "So you got a cool eye patch, huh?"

"Uh-huh." Blaine sounded really sleepy, and sure enough, he yawned widely into the phone. "I hate this place though," Blaine whisper-shouted, like he only wanted Kurt to hear it. "This place scares me, Kurt."

"I'm sorry, B. You don't have to stay overnight, do you?" Kurt sighed and laughed a little when Blaine only gave him a bemused mumble. "Ask my dad, Blaine. Ask him if you have to stay overnight." Blaine muttered something to his dad, and Kurt hoped he understood.

"Nope!" Blaine said more cheerfully. "I get to go home soon. My eye's kinda hurting again." Kurt could practically hear Blaine pouting, and he smiled a little.

"Don't rub it, Blaine," Kurt said before he could even think about it. He knew his boyfriend so well.

"Didn't," Blaine sighed. "Will you come visit me before you have to go live in New York?" Kurt laughed louder this time. Blaine was so cute.

"Blaine, honey, I'm not going to New York for a while, okay?" Kurt didn't add the fact that he might not be going to New York at all. "Of course I'll come visit you. We can watch movies, eat that gross junk food you like—"

"Oh, please, Kurt! I want to watch Titanic and cuddle with you!" Kurt was biting his lip to keep his smile back now. Carole entered the living room and sighed in relief at the smile on Kurt's face.

"Okay, Blaine, we can cuddle all you want."

"You have to play pirates with me, though," Blaine said in a hopeful tone. "I get to be Jack Sparrow."

"Of course you're the hot one, Blaine," Kurt grinned. "Okay, I'll play pirates with you." Blaine yawned hugely again. "But get some sleep first, okay?"

"M'kay," Blaine sighed.

"I love you, Blaine."

"Love you," Blaine mumbled happily into the mouthpiece.

"I'll be home soon okay, Kurt?" Burt said once the phone was passed back to him. "I'm just waiting for Blaine's mom to get back from the cafeteria."

"Can I come see him now?" Kurt asked. "Is he allowed to have visitors?"

"Yeah, but he's leaving as soon as they get his paperwork filled out, bud. He'll probably be out of here within an hour. Just let him rest up a bit and go over tomorrow, alright?"

Kurt's shoulders slumped, but he knew his dad was right. Blaine was probably exhausted and he'd want to sleep. Kurt just really, really wanted to see Blaine and see for himself that his boyfriend was okay.

"Okay, Dad," Kurt said softly. "Tell him…just tell him I'll come over tomorrow if he wakes up?"

"I will."

"Thanks."

Kurt felt a lot better after he hung up. Sure, Blaine had to have surgery, and Kurt was actually scared out of his mind, but at least he wasn't in a lot of pain right now. At least Blaine was feeling better.

"How is he?" Finn asked.

"He has to have surgery," Kurt said as Finn and Carole listened intently. "His right cornea is scratched…and he does have an eye patch." Kurt smiled slightly in Finn's direction. "He's just high off pain-meds now. He wants to play pirates with me."

Kurt suddenly realized that that could mean something totally different than what Blaine probably meant. He cringed, but Finn didn't seem to catch on and Carole just nodded.

"Well, at least he's going to be okay," she said. "Kurt, if he's feeling up to it, you should ask him to come over for dinner tomorrow."

"I'll ask him," Kurt promised.

()()()

Burt found Kurt's eyes the second he walked in the door twenty minutes later, wrapping Kurt in one of the warmest hugs Kurt could remember receiving from his father in years. Kurt hugged back gratefully as they all sat down to the dinner table.

"Thank you for staying with him, Dad. You really didn't have to."

"Of course I did," Burt said. "Poor kid was terrified. But you're welcome."

The conversation went back to normal then—Carole asking them all about their days at school and work, and Finn telling stories of basketball practice that Kurt tuned out. During a particularly gruesome story about Finn's teammate splitting his chin open on the gym floor, Kurt saw Burt grinning at the tabletop.

"Dad?" Kurt asked curiously. "Are you okay? You know someone splitting their chin open isn't funny, right?" Burt's eyes widened.

"Oh, sorry, Finn! I tuned out for a second there, bud. Just thinking."

"About what?" Kurt didn't know why he had to know, but he did. Burt smiled right at Kurt and laughed.

"Oh, nothing…I just really think you've got a keeper, Kurt."

"Blaine? Why, what happened?"

Burt tried to keep his face expressionless, but Kurt scowled at the smile that tugged up his dad's lips. Obviously, something was hilarious.

"What, Dad?"

"Blaine just said something when he was high on pain pills." Kurt rolled his eyes. His dad was obviously making fun of him because Blaine had said something really sappy or something.

"Okay…"

"Well, more like…asked my permission for…something." Kurt just stared at his dad for a minute. Carole laughed, too, obviously catching on before Kurt did. When Kurt did catch on though…

He inhaled sharply and brought his hands up to cover his face. Kurt was blushing so hard he thought he might catch on fire. Burt and Carole were both in stitches, and Finn was just exclaiming "what? what?" over and over again because he didn't get the "joke."

"That's so cute!" Carole gushed when she got her breath back. "What did he say, Burt?"

Kurt couldn't help but listen when his dad retold the story of Blaine fidgeting nervously with the hospital bed sheets and squeaking out: "Um, Mr. Hummel? Would be okay if…you know…if I asked Kurt…if I asked Kurt to m-marry me?" Burt had known that Blaine hadn't meant to ask him, so he just said: "Sure, kiddo. But don't you do it anytime soon okay? You're too young to get married." Once he had gotten over his shock, of course. He loved Blaine, he really did, but his son was not getting married at eighteen. Or twenty. Or until he was thirty, if Burt could help it.

"He got really nervous when I said that," Burt grinned. "He started stuttering really bad and said 'oh! Of course not now,' calling me sir and everything."

Kurt couldn't help it. He ducked his head and smiled hugely when his family looked at him across the table. Finn was staring, and for some reason he looked really, really nervous.

"Relax, Finn, I'm not going to marry him now," Kurt said with an eye-roll. The flush on Kurt's cheeks wasn't from embarrassment anymore—he just…he hadn't known Blaine wanted to marry him. Not now, obviously. But someday.

Burt kept looking at Kurt really intently throughout the rest of the meal, and Kurt tried to ignore him. He didn't want a lecture on responsibility and that he was only eighteen, practically a kid. Kurt didn't care. He knew what he wanted.

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Kurt knocked firmly on the front door of the Anderson household the next afternoon. He knew he could've just used the spare key—Blaine had told him where they hid it, under a lose part of the railing. For emergencies, of course.

But Kurt knew there was a good chance that Blaine's mom or dad might be home looking after him, and he definitely didn't want any less approval from them than he got already.

Kurt tried to put what he had learned that day out of his mind—he was a finalist for NYADA, and so, so happy that he could hardly keep the smile off his face. He had to act natural though, because Burt had made Kurt promise that he wouldn't tell Blaine until the big family dinner (plus Blaine, of course) that Carole was planning for the next night. Kurt, unable to restrain himself, bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet. Not only did he get to hear the wonderful news today, but he got to make a visit to his even more wonderful boyfriend. Kurt wasn't worried that Blaine would notice, because he was probably still high off his pain medication.

It seemed like forever until a very short, blonde woman answered the door. Molly Anderson didn't look all that much like Blaine, besides the height, because Blaine inherited most of his looks from his dad. Kurt remembered how upset he was the first time he met Mr. Anderson. He'd expected the man who looked so much like Blaine to be sweet, funny, and dorky like Blaine—but he definitely wasn't.

"Hi, Mrs. Anderson," Kurt said shyly. Kurt had never been a quiet person, but Blaine's parents just seemed to bring that out in him. He hated it when people didn't like him, so he tried to just avoid Blaine's parents. Every time he was at Blaine's house and Mr. or Mrs. Anderson gave him a dirty look or just a blank one, he would always go home and cry for a while. He'd never told Blaine, though. "Can I…can I please see Blaine?"

Mrs. Anderson actually gave Kurt a tiny smile. Kurt straightened himself immediately and smiled hesitantly back under her gaze. Just that one little smile sent relief bubbling in Kurt's stomach.

"Sure, come in, dear. He's still pretty loopy from the pills, but I'm sure he'd love to see you." Kurt couldn't help but gape like a fish as he followed after his boyfriend's mother. It wasn't as though Mrs. Anderson was outright cruel to him, but she'd always been almost completely indifferent—she never spoke to him voluntarily.

"T-thank you," Kurt said. He wondered what had changed. Mrs. Anderson waved him up to Blaine's room, and Kurt took the stairs two at a time until he reached Blaine's door. He knocked softly.

"Blaine?" Kurt listened for a second and heard a thump, grumbling, and what sounded like "come in!" Kurt turned the knob and poked his head into Blaine's room. "Blaine?"

Blaine was on the floor in a heap of blankets, all twisted up and his hair in a wild mess of curls, the most unruly Kurt had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Kurt chuckled.

"I'm sorry, B, did I wake you up?" Blaine shook his head vigorously.

"No. No…"

"Oh. What were you doing?" Blaine looked like he was thinking really hard about something.

"I…don't remember," he admitted. "Something about a pirate ship." His gaze finally left the mess of blankets on his lap and up at Kurt's face. Kurt watched, half in amusement and half in awe, as Blaine's sober expression immediately lit up at the sight of him.

"Kurt!" Kurt laughed hard at Blaine's excited voice. Before Kurt could say anything back, Blaine was off the floor and launching himself into Kurt's arms with a force that sent Kurt stumbling back a few steps.

"Whoa, Blaine, easy! Don't hurt your eye!" Kurt clutched Blaine back though, tightly around his waist, and buried his face in Blaine's hair. He closed his eyes. "How are you feeling, babe? Does it still hurt?"

Blaine inhaled deeply into Kurt's shoulder and nuzzled into his neck with the good side of his face. He shook his head. Kurt was about to pull back so he could see Blaine's face, but when he moved Blaine clutched him tighter, sniffed, and then breathed shakily against his skin.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice rose in pitch, running a hand up his back in concern. "Are you crying?" Blaine blushed, but he wasn't embarrassed enough to let go of Kurt. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I missed you," Blaine whispered. "I missed you so bad." Kurt frowned and bit his lip, tightening his grip around Blaine and pressing a warm kiss to the top of his head. His fingers traced over Blaine's bare arms.

"I missed you, too," Kurt said. "I'm right here, hun. Shh," he soothed, because Blaine started shaking against him. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Kurt held Blaine for a while longer before Blaine rubbed his left eye and stepped back.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his gaze on the carpet under his toes. "I didn't mean…it's the pain stuff. It makes me really weird." Kurt smiled affectionately at Blaine's shyness.

"Don't apologize for missing me, Blaine. Or for being adorable about it." Blaine smiled like a little kid at the loving tone of Kurt's voice.

"Come lay in bed with me!" Blaine said happily, suddenly back to his old self. Well, the high version of himself. "I made it into a pirate ship!" Kurt peered curiously at Blaine's bed, but it just looked like his normal bed.

"Your…your parents are home, Blaine. Or your mom is, anyway."

"Please?" Blaine pleaded. "She won't come in here." Blaine's wide, teary puppy eyes had an even more startling affect on Kurt than usual. Blaine scrambled onto the bed, in a way that was entirely too cute to be real, and snuggled under the covers. He peered up at Kurt from under his impossibly long eyelashes. Kurt groaned.

"Alright," he sighed. "Alright, you know I can't resist you." Blaine beamed proudly and scooted over so Kurt could slid under the blankets. Once Kurt was settled, Blaine immediately latched onto his side and snuggled into him. Kurt couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"You're really clingy when you're high, sweetheart," Kurt murmured, brushing his fingers through Blaine's curls. "And I love your hair. I really do." Blaine made a happy humming noise next to Kurt's ear.

"Not high," he grumbled. "I'm not." Kurt giggled at Blaine's offended-sounding tone. But his boyfriend was smiling, so he didn't take it too seriously. Blaine yawned widely when Kurt kissed his forehead.

"You said you would play pirates with me," he reminded Kurt. Kurt shook his head, laughing again.

"Well, if you let go of me we can move."

"No."

Kurt grinned at Blaine's firm tone. Blaine muttered something about playing pirates again, and then something about building a snow fort for them to live in.

"And we're going to have a pet bunny and everything," Blaine said seriously. "But…he'd probably freeze to death, so maybe it'll be a plastic bunny." Kurt snorted loudly and bent over in laughter. Blaine seemed to consider something for second, before his eyes widened comically and he gasped. "Kurt," he whispered somberly. "Kurt, I think…I think I might be high."

Okay, Kurt might actually pee himself he was laughing so hard. Seriously, he'd never seen Blaine act so much like a kid. He could not stop thinking that Blaine was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, but he didn't really want to say it out loud. Until Blaine seemed to shrug off his "predicament," threw a leg over both of Kurt's, and slumped farther down the bed so he could pillow his head on Kurt's chest. He yawned again, so widely that his jaw popped.

Kurt was pretty sure he groaned or whined or something when he pulled Blaine as close as humanly possible.

"God, Blaine, you are so cute." Blaine hummed again and smiled.

"Love you."

"I love you, too."

Kurt was pretty sure Blaine was asleep, or almost asleep, because he was practically a deadweight against Kurt's chest. Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat and gently rubbed Blaine's back.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice came out as a shaky whisper, and he hastily cleared his throat. Blaine didn't answer, but he raised his head a fraction of an inch so that Kurt would know that he was somewhat conscious. "I'm…I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you yesterday. I know you were scared…I'm so sorry, Blaine."

"S'okay," Blaine slurred faintly. "…Here now. S'okay." Kurt gave a watery laugh and leaned down to kiss Blaine softly on the mouth. Blaine tried to kiss back, but his reactions were a lot more sluggish than usual. Kurt punctuated the kiss with another peck to Blaine's lower lip.

"You're really eloquent when you're sleepy." Blaine tried to swat at Kurt's chest, but Kurt hardly felt it.

"Sh'up."

Kurt must've nodded off to Blaine's rhythmic breaths against his stomach, because the next thing he knew, Mrs. Anderson was shaking him awake.

"Kurt, you should probably head home now," she said. Kurt blinked owlishly at her for thirty seconds, until he jumped a little and shook off his drowsiness. He blushed hard and looked down at Blaine, who was still fast asleep and drooling all over Kurt's shirt.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean—" Kurt tried to explain quickly. "Blaine fell asleep…I didn't…" Mrs. Anderson reached out a hand to pat Kurt's knee.

"It's okay, Kurt," she said kindly. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just want you to get home before your dad starts worrying, okay?"

Kurt swallowed the tears forming in his throat. Did…was Mrs. Anderson actually accepting him? She said he didn't do anything wrong.

"Okay," Kurt whispered. "Thank you." Kurt glanced down at Blaine again, trying to debate how to wiggle out from under him without waking him up.

"Don't worry, he sleeps like a rock," Mrs. Anderson said teasingly, and Kurt thought he actually might start crying right in front of her. He laughed shakily and carefully lifted Blaine's leg from his, and then his hand thrown across Kurt's waist.

Kurt kissed Blaine's fingers first without even thinking about it. He bit his lip and avoided Mrs. Anderson's gaze. He looked at Blaine again, his curls flying every which way, his beautiful eyelashes brushing his cheeks, and his lips parted slightly in sleep. Fuck it, Kurt thought suddenly. He leaned down bravely and brushed Blaine's lips with his.

"Bye, Blaine. Love you," he mumbled timidly.

Kurt followed Mrs. Anderson out with downcast eyes, so he didn't see the pleased smile that lit up her face.

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