Yay! An update! I apologize for the delays all the time! I go back to school in a few days so I've been really busy preparing. Senior Year! So I'm thinking the next update will come next weekend, maybe a little later. Please, please, please, pleaseeeeee review! It would mean so much. I just really want this story to be really successful...SO TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO REA. AND REVIEW! Thanks!

I of course don't own Glee, or the perfection that is Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson. *insert hysterical sobbing here*


Blaine Anderson walked out of the Senior Commons and into the chilling November air. Taking a deep breath, he headed in the direction of his dorm room. He just finished Warbler practice, and he was grateful that today was Friday. He would have two days to rest before spending extremely long hours preparing for Sectionals. Blaine was the new lead singer of the group, after auditioning earlier that year. The Warblers worshiped him, it seemed. And although he worked quite well under pressure, he found it quite tiring with everyone depending on him with Sectionals a week away.

Blaine was a confident person, he performed well under pressure. He had gotten used to the need to excel in everything he does because his parents always expected the absolute best from him, even if it was unrealistic. Blaine rolled his eyes thinking about it as he walked into the dorm building. His parents treated him like a prize. They would spend endless amounts of money so they can flaunt Blaine to their friends, including sending him to Dalton. He hated it, not Dalton, just the reasoning behind his parent's reasoning to why he was there.

His parents were apparently soul mates, but barely saw each other due to business trips. And when they did, they always seemed to be arguing about something. Blaine never understood it. They had matching charms, a triangle with a star engraved on it. If they were souls mates, why couldn't they stand each other? This is what confused Blaine the most. Aren't you supposed to love your soul mate unconditionally and accept their flaws? Their charms said they loved each other that way, but their actions didn't show it.

Blaine didn't trust the charms. If it were anything like his parents, why should he? Why should he be subjected to letting the charm tell him who he has to love for the rest of his life? It was complete nonsense in his eyes. He chose not to believe in it, just like some people chose not to believe in God or Allah. He kept his charm under his bed in a box and hasn't taken it out in years. He actually couldn't even remember what it looked like.

Blaine entered his single dorm room and threw his bag onto the floor beside the door. He had a ton of homework to complete, but he couldn't bring himself to complete it right away. He had the entire weekend to finish it.

That wasn't like Blaine. He would always do his homework right away, when the new information was fresher in his mind. He would always check it over right before he handed it in, just to make sure everything was perfect, mainly so his parents wouldn't have anything to scold him about. Although, today, he wasn't sure why he had no desire to even begin it. He was never one to procrastinate, his parents always told him it was the wrong and unprofessional to do so. But still, it still sat in his bag, untouched on the floor. All Blaine wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep and forget everything.

Forget what? The pressure of Sectionals? He wasn't worried about it in the slightest. The Warblers haven't lost a competition in years, even without him singing lead vocals. The pressure from his parents? No, that's couldn't be it either. They've been like that his entire life, so he was used to it. What was it then? What was it that Blaine felt the dire need to forget?

Blaine felt sad. He felt heartbroken, scared, nervous, and like there was a huge piece of him missing. He couldn't shake the feeling in the slightest, so he decided to just lay in his bed ad neglect the large pile of homework sitting on his desk. He has never felt like this before and didn't know how to handle it.

Blaine soon fell asleep and woke up the next morning. He looked at the clock, 12:36pm. How did he sleep so long? He must have fallen asleep around six in the evening last night, making it eighteen hours of him sleep. Maybe he was just getting sick, but that doesn't explain why he felt like the world was crashing down on him even though it wasn't.

He tried to carry on with his weekend, still feeling a upset. He just felt off and he couldn't pinpoint why. The feeling continued to strengthen as the weekend carried on. He just felt hopeless. He convinced himself to complete his homework late Sunday night and turned it in, unchecked, Monday morning, with the hopes his parents wouldn't catch wind of his poorly done work.

He continued to feel this way for the next few days. He didn't show signs of a cold or anything that pointed to him being sick. His body was fully healthy. It confused the hell out of him. Everything in his life was going great, but yet, all Blaine wanted to do was curl in on himself. He tried his hardest to concentrate while he was with The Warblers because they had their competition in a few short days. He missed dance steps often and mixed up the words.

When asked if everything was alright he told them that he was tired and a bit stressed. His teammates accepted that answer and went about their business. Snap out of it, Blaine thought to himself, Everyone is counting on you. Get it together. He plastered a strained smile on his face and tried his best to act like himself again.

Kurt was a mess. His dad stayed unconscious through the weekend. And even though the doctors said he would be okay, Kurt couldn't help but worry. How could he not? His dad lay, unconscious, in the hospital for more than two days already. And who knows how long it would be until he woke up...if he woke up.

Kurt insisted to Carole that he was feeling up to going to school on Monday. He needed something to distract him, anyway. He always put on a strong mask when things got difficult for him. In reality, he didn't really want to be there. He wanted to be with his dad when he woke up.

He hated the fake apologies and the constant looks of pity. Pity. It made Kurt cringe. The Glee Club tried their best to he there for Kurt, but as a natural response, he shut them out. Its what he has always done, he didn't know anything different. He moved like a robot during rehearsals, never messing up on his solo. It was like a switched being turned on, making his body move.

The week went by extremely slow in Kurt's eyes. He developed a routine. He would wake up and endear school and Glee Club practice prior to spending the evening at the hospital before Carol would send him home. He repeated this until Friday when something unexpected happened.

Kurt was sitting in his French class listening to his teacher give a lecture on the history of the Le Pont de Alexandre III. Why do we need to know the history of a bridge, anyway? Kurt thought grimly. He was pulled away from his thoughts when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Kurt knew he shouldn't take his phone out to check the message, but since his dad was in the hospital, he made an exception.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hid it under his desk as he read the message,

Kurt- the doctors think your dad will be waking up soon because his hands have twitched a few times. Ask to be excused from class, and go to the main office and check yourself for the day. I already called to inform them why. See ya soon sweetie! -Carole

Kurt reread the message one more time before raising his hand. "Madame?" He said with a bright, genuine smile. The entire class looked at him. Some with irritated looks, some with shocked looks because Kurt has hardly spoken all week, and some with looks of gratitude.

"Oui, Kurt?" The teacher acknowledged him.

"Uh, may I be excused to the office?"

"May I ask why?" Kurt groaned internally. Why couldn't he just leave?

"My dads been in a coma for almost a week and he's beginning to wake up..." Kurt answered, sounding harsher than he intended.

"Oh, Oui, Oui! Go ahead!" The teacher smiled.

Kurt got up from his desk, "Merci, Madame!" He said before quickly heading out of the door.

He texted Carole back to let her know that he was on his way, and after checking in with the office, he was in his car driving to the hospital.

The ride to the hospital was a blur and the next thing Kurt knew he was approaching his dads room. He took a deep breath and headed inside.

Inside, Carole was sitting beside his bed holding his hand. "Hi, Carole," Kurt greeted her. He walked to the opposite side of the bed and looked at his dad, "So, he's really gonna wake up?" Kurt asked with hope in his voice.

Carole smiled at him, "They say any minute now. His body is starting to make normal movements, showing that he's no longer in a coma, just sleeping."

Kurt smiled and took a seat next to his dad, grabbing ahold of his hand. Kurt looked at the relaxed state of his father. She was right. He looked much more natural than he had the last time he saw him.

"I hope it's soon, I'll have to go back for our final glee rehearsal before sectionals. There's really no way out of it. I feel bad, but my team needs me." Kurt informed her.

"We understand swee-" Carole was cut off by a groan coming from in between them.

Kurt looked over as his dad slowly began opening his eyes. "Dad?" Kurt said as tears of happiness began swelling in his eyes.

Burt slowly turned his head towards the sound of the voice. "Kurt?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"I'm right here Dad, I'm right here." Kurt choked out a sob and he clutched his Dads hand, slowly becoming a seven year old boy who needed his Dad again. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

Blaine sat in his World History class late Friday afternoon. He was still feeling upset without any reason. He had gone to the Dalton guidance counselor to see if he had any idea as to why he why he was feeling the way he was.

Mr. Smith, the counselor, suspected it might develop into a slight form of clinical depression but also gave the possibility of hormones. Blaine really hoped it was just his hormones acting up. He didn't want to disappoint his parents in anyway, and depression definitely would.

He sat in class listening to his professor talk about the Middle Ages, when he felt a sudden pang of joy. The sudden joy he felt led to some confusion. Why is this happening all of a sudden when he's been feeling terrible all week? Was it not clinical depression he was experiencing, was it some sort of bipolar disorder? The joy consumed his body. He knew he should be grateful, but he just wanted answers.

He quickly raised his hand, "Yes, Mr. Anderson?" The young teacher said.

"May I be excused? I think I'm going to be sick." Blaine quickly lied. It was out of character for him to lie, but he felt so overwhelmed he just didn't care.

The teacher gave him a quick nod and Blaine was quickly out the door. He headed towards Mr. Smith's office which was conveniently in the same building. He approached the open door and gave a soft know.

"Why, hello Blaine! Come in and have a seat!" The gray haired man said cheerfully.

"How are you feeling?"

Blaine took a seat, "Well I suddenly feel so happy and relieved. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm just really confused because I've been feeling so terrible lately." He paused, giving Mr. Smith a serious look, "Could I be bipolar?"

Blaine looked closely at Mr. Smith, his gray eyebrows knotted in a line of concentration. He folded his hands on the desk and looked at Blaine. "You said you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders? But there was nothing there to lift, correct?" He asked.

"Yes." Blaine nodded. He could see that wheels were turning and puzzle pieces being connected in the elders head. That made Blaine's confusion deepen. "What is it?"

Mr. Smith chuckled. "Boy, you're not bipolar but I do believe I know what's been going on with you."

Blaine looked at him expectantly, "And that would be...?" He trailed off.

"Your soul mate went through a difficult time this past week and whatever was causing her to worry has been resolved today."

Blaine looked at him closely, "What?" His soul mate made him feel this way? Some soul mate.

"Have you parents given you your charm yet?"

"Yeah..." Blaine said with irritation in his voice, "But you're telling me some magically force made me feel like I was walking through Hell all week?"

Mr. Smith was taken back. Blaine Anderson was always so put together. Lashing out like this was not who he was. "Yes, you two have a connection that is very strong. If she's sad, you feel sad because you don't want her to feel like that. Same as this week." He looked at the young boy across from him who remained silent, with irritation written plainly on his face. Something struck Mr. Smith, "Do you not believe in the charms, Blaine?"

Blaine looked him dead in the eyes, "No."

Mr. Smith thought for a minute. There must be a reason to why Blaine felt so bitter towards the charms, but he figured it was best he not push it. He sighed, "Well, your beliefs are your beliefs. The good thing is that you're now feeling better now, right?" Blaine nodded slowly. "Hey!" Mr. Smith explained trying to release some tension in the room. "Don't you have your show choir competition tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Blaine replied.

"Good luck."

"Thank you, Mr. Smith, for helping me this past week," Blaine said as he got up from the chair, "And uh, I apologize for sort of lashing out like I did."

"It's no problem at all. Mr. Anderson. Have a nice weekend," he gave a small wave.

Blaine nodded and headed out the door.

Kurt burst through the auditorium doors. His friends, who were all sitting in the first few rows of seats, turned and jumped at the loud sound it made. Rachel stood and began walking forcefully towards him, "Kurt, you're late! The day before competition!"

Kurt looked at the clock, thirty minutes late. Crap. "I know, I know!" He said, and he approached the stage. "I have some news."

He stood center stage next to Mr. Schue and looked at his friends seated in the audience. "My dad woke up this afternoon!" He exclaimed.

"What!? Kurt that's fantastic!" Mr. Schue said giving him a bone crushing hug.

He looked at his friends and classmates as they cheered and looked genuinely happy for him. He stood there with a broad smile on his face.

When the room grew quiet, Kurt continued speaking, "And I wanted to apologize to all of you for shutting you all out this week. I honestly don't know how to act when something like this happens. I also wanted to thank you guys for being the support system I needed." He took a deep breath before continuing, "When my mom died, my dad was all I had. So with him not there this past week, I felt lost, but you guys were all there for me...even if I acted terribly." He laughed, "My dad would actually sing 'I Wanna Home Your Hand' to me when I was younger, so I'm really happy I get to sing it tomorrow at Sectionals."

"Aw, we love you Kurt!" Mercedes exclaimed, getting up from her seat and walking to where Kurt was standing. She pulled him into a hug as the rest of the Glee Club followed her lead. They all engulfed him in a hug for a minute before Santana spoke up.

"As touching as this moment is, don't we have to compete tomorrow?" Everyone laughed and broke apart.

"LET'S KICK SOME ASS!" Puck yelled and fist pumped the air.

"Language, Puck." Mr. Schue warned, "Alright guys go get changed so we can rehearse!"

Kurt smiled as he walked to the backstage dressing rooms. Now that his dad was awake, he felt fully ready to lead his team to Sectionals the next day. Things could only get better from here, right?


Okay! Review! Pleaseeeeee! The next chapter will be Sectionals. And town people will meet! Hehe! Review, please!