Blaine walked from the bathroom, smoothing his shirt down in the front. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out to see the familiar tiny envelope illuminating the screen. His finger slid over the unlock bar to open the message. Sebastian's smirking face popped up in the corner as an icon.

Your ass looks great in those pants.

Blaine looked around curiously; expecting Sebastian to come lurking from behind the corner any minute. He had a habit of sneaking up on Blaine. Not seeing anyone but a few nurses and patients walking the corridors, he quickly typed a reply.

Are you here?

Where's here?

The hospital.

Unfortunately no. I'm stuck at the office, but I should be done soon. Hey, can I sleep over tonight? I get lonely sitting in my apartment all by myself.

He barely had the chance to finish reading before another message came through.

Please. I'll bring Chinese ):

Blaine smiled to himself. Sebastian was the only person he knew that wrote their smiley faces backwards.

Sure. We'll be home after I get Burt settled in at the house. Remember to bring noodles and sauce for Ollie.

Got it. Plain noodles and a crap ton of soy sauce.

Blaine went to pocket his phone again before frowning and thinking better of it.

Out of curiosity, how do you know I look good if you're at work?

Because you look great in anything...

Blaine ignored the beat his heart skipped at the compliment. He kept telling himself that he wasn't ready for another relationship. In the beginning, it was because Ollie was an infant and he was too busy getting his life back on track. If he was honest with himself, it was mainly because he was still broken over Kurt. A large part of him still had hope for their relationship. That he would come home having already forgiven Blaine, find out about Ollie, and they could move forward as a family.

Now Ollie was three years old, he was a year away from earning his undergraduate diploma, and running out of excuses. What was he waiting for? Sebastian proved he was trustworthy and dependable. He loved his son and Ollie loved him back. Blaine loved him too, he realized. The force of the revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. He never really thought that anyone would ever come close to what he felt for Kurt.

Sebastian was right. All the nights they spent together curled up on the couch watching movies with Ollie. All the times he came from wherever he was or dropped whatever he was doing to pick him up or help out with Ollie. When Blaine had come home early and found out that Sebastian was coming over to check on Burt a few times a week during his lunch break while he was at school just to watch tv with him. The nights they spent together. It was all more than simple comfort and a release for his frustrations. It meant something more.

He was shaken from his thoughts by someone trying to get his attention. One of the nurses, Carole. They were probably ready to go over Burt's discharge instructions. As he moved closer, his eyes were drawn to a strangely familiar silhouette standing next to her. Navy pea coat, burgundy suede chelsea boots, and cuffed skinny jeans.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard his name fall from those lips. "Blaine?"

"Kurt?", he whispered, staring in disbelief.

There were so many things he wanted to say, but every time he opened his mouth, the words died on his tongue. A tension filled silence spread through the already suffocating hallway. His gut reaction was to take off and run, but his feet wouldn't move. They stayed planted to the ground, his eyes never leaving Kurt's face.

Carole, noticing that something wasn't quite right, quietly excused herself. Not that either of them really noticed. She walked away, looking back towards them a few times in curiosity.

Just when Blaine thought he couldn't possibly bear the silence anymore, Kurt spoke. "What are you doing here?", he asked and Blaine could read the tension in his shoulders.

He cleared his throat behind his hand. "Burt asked me to drive him home from the hospital."

K

urt stared at him with a confused expression which was quickly masked with something unreadable. Kurt was good at that, hiding his emotions.

"Oh. Well thank you for trying to help my dad, but I think you should leave. I have everything under control."

Blaine felt smaller than an ant under Kurt's intense stare. Like he was the outsider instead of Kurt who'd been gone for almost four years now. He was just about to protest when the door to Burt's room flew open and Ollie barreled out, wearing Burt's baseball cap on backwards. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion and he felt his mouth go completely dry, the heat of panic surging through him. He wasn't ready to let Kurt find out about Oliver. Not like this.

Before he could react, Ollie was grabbing the side of his pant leg, completely oblivious to what was happening. He beckoned Blaine to pick him up which snapped him from his stupor. He instantly went into father mode.

Ollie cupped his small hands around Blaine's ear. "Daddy, Pop wants to know what's taking so damn long?", he whispered loudly. He hadn't quite mastered the art of whispering yet. It was a work in progress.

Blaine sighed. He was still trying to get the three year old to understand that he shouldn't repeat anything Burt said. Ever. Ollie was studying Kurt with a look of innocent curiosity. They had taken special care not to discuss Kurt around Ollie so Kurt was just another stranger to him. He knew it would inevitably make things harder when the day comes that Ollie asks about his other parent and Blaine had always dreaded it. As it was, Oliver had no idea that the man in front of him was his father.

"Who's this?"

Blaine winced. He'd almost forgotten that Kurt was standing there. This was it. He couldn't hide any longer. He took a deep breath. "This is my son. Oliver. Ollie, this is my friend Kurt.", he introduced and Ollie gave Kurt a small wave couple with an uncharacteristically shy, "Hi."

If he thought he'd seen Kurt angry before, it was nothing compared to the brief look of loathing directed towards him and at Ollie. If Kurt hated him, then fine. He'd accepted that fact a long time ago, but to see him direct it towards his innocent baby killed him inside.

"Congratulations.", Kurt said tightly. "I didn't know. I would have sent you and Eli a gift." Even after all this time, to see the proof of Blaine's betrayal was too much to handle and in truth, the thought that his ex had gone and made a family with someone else while he'd been broken and alone in New York sent him into a jealous rage. Looking at Oliver's size, Kurt knew he had to have been born not long after they broke up.

"Who?", Blaine asked absentmindedly, gently swatting Oliver's hands away to keep him from grabbing his phone.

"Eli. That is his father's name right? Or did you "just hook up" with so many people that you can't remember?", he said, using air quotation marks to mimic what Blaine had told him that night all those years ago.

Okay, that was it. He wasn't going to let Kurt come in here and insult him in front of his son. No matter what he'd done in the past. He swiftly lowered Ollie to the floor and told him to go back in the room and wait for him there with a stern look that said not to argue when he saw the beginnings of a pout forming on the boy's face. When Ollie disappeared inside, he turned around to face Kurt who had folded his arms in front of him defiantly.

"I get it, okay? I messed up and I'm sorry. I'm sorry.", he apologized, owning what he'd done. He didn't know how many times he could say the same thing before Kurt believed him. "I hurt you and I ruined any chance of us ever being together again, but you have no right to talk to me like that. I know who my son's father is."

"His full name is Oliver James Hummel", Blaine continued. "He'll be four in September."

"What are you talking about? He- it's not.", Kurt stuttered trying to make sense of what he was being told.

"He's yours, Kurt.", Blaine said firmly. "Did you even look at him? God...he looks just like you."

Blaine could practically see the wheels turning in Kurt's mind as he put together all the pieces and a million different emotions flickered across his face. He looked at Blaine in disbelief. This was not what Kurt expected when he got on the flight back to Lima. To first find out that his dad was dying and now that he had a three year old son that had been hidden from him for years, was just too much. Kurt's mind drifted back to Ollie whose face was etched permanently in his memory. The freckles, his glasz eyes clear like marbles. The hint of baby chub filling his face out that Kurt himself hadn't lost until the summer before his Freshman year.

"How dare you.", Kurt snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "How could you keep something like this from me? I had a right to know!"

"I tried to tell to you Kurt.", Blaine argued. "I called and texted you over a hundred times! I left messages with Rachel, at your job, you never answered.", he said voice cracking. "You pushed me out of your life, you didn't want anything to do with me."

"So this is my fault?"

"That's not what I'm saying. But you never gave me a chance to explain what happened. I tried being honest-"

Kurt's look was incredulous. "Explain? Explain what exactly, Blaine? That while I was busy killing myself trying to make a name for myself and find a home for both of us in New York, you went out and slept with the first guy that showed you a little bit of attention because you felt left out? Unacceptable!"

And just like that, all the buried guilt from what he'd done came creeping down on him like an open wound and he deflated. A quick glance around told him that they had gained some unwanted attention with their arguing. A few people had come out of their rooms and the staff was side eyeing them from the nurse's station, whispering to one another and probably deciding if they should intervene.

Blaine shook his head. "I...I can't do this with you right now."

As he turned to walk away, Kurt's hand gripped around his wrist and tugged him back. "No. You're not running away from this."

"Stop it Kurt. Let me go.", he said yanking his arm away, but Kurt's grip was stronger. He had apparently bulked up over the years.

"What the hell is going on out here?", a voice rang out.

They both looked over to see Burt leaning against the door frame of his room with Ollie peeking out from behind him, wide eyed.

Just then, Carole walked up and exchanged a look with Burt before he nodded at her. Her hand rested in comfort on Burt's shoulder for a moment before she bent down to Ollie's level. "Come on cutie. Why don't we let the grown-ups talk and you can come help me deliver the lunches. How does that sound?"

Ollie nodded mutely and took her offered hand. Blaine smiled at his son reassuringly as they walked past them to let him know that everything was okay. Kurt's eyes carefully followed the pair during their retreat.

Burt eyed where Kurt's hand was still gripped around Blaine's wrist and sighed heavily. Guess the cat was out of the bag now. "Both of you, in the damn room. Now.", he commanded lowly with no room for argument.

A/N: I know this was a really short one, but I really wanted to put out another chapter. Btw, rumor has it that a Klaine wedding is coming tomorrow night! Tell me what you thought and see you next chapter!