Okay, I'm back! (: Still suffering from writer's block, even after spending the whole flight back home thinking about what to write.

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

"What? Kurt's awake? 'Kay, I'm coming down now." Blaine hung up, grabbed his coat and practically flew down the stairs.

He had just gotten off from a phone call from Puck, who had gotten a phone call from Santana who had gotten a phone call from Brittany who... well, everybody was informed through a certain loud-mouth who went by the name of Rachel Berry, who had gotten the information from Finn.

Blaine nearly lost his footing as he was going so insanely fast there was no way friction could have gotten in his way.

"Gonna go to the hospital Mom!" he shouted as he grabbed his keys, sprinting to the door.

He dashed into his car and started the ignition, adjusted his seat, and sped off to the hospital.

"I'm on my way, Kurt," he whispered.

By the time Blaine stepped into Kurt's room, he found it already full with New Directions and a few Warblers.

"Hey," he called as he wove through the thick wall of people and found his way to glasz eyes, "Feeling better?"

Kurt smiled weakly and nodded, motioning for Blaine to come nearer.

"Hey, no fair," Puck said, "How come he gets to go there and I have to stand all the way here?"

"Because, Puckerman, he's my best friend." Kurt's voice grew softer as he said the last two words, and he turned his head so it was not facing Blaine's directly.

Blaine choked. Best friend? What had happened to boyfriend?

Blaine sat down next to Kurt's bed and searched his face, trying to find an answer beneath that mask.

As the two boys sat in silence, the room soon grew chaotic.

"We should be quiet, Kurt needs to rest!" Mike said urgently, trying to quieten the room down. Tina nodded beside him, but they were ignored by the rest of the group.

"SHUT UP, SANTANA!" Quinn yelled at the Latin girl, tears threatening to fall, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!"

"HELL YEAH I DO!" Santana yelled back with a very convincing glare.

"Yo, Gigantor!" Artie called. Finn immediately separated the two before Puck swooped in, dragging Santana out of the room.

"Will my dolphin be okay?" Brittany asked Kurt as she sidled up to him. Blaine looked at him confusedly, but Kurt ignored the older boy.

"Of course I'll be okay, Britt." Brittany smiled and patted his hair.

"Do dolphins eat broccoli?" she asked quietly, "Don't eat broccoli, Kurt, the gummy bears need a home too."

Kurt smiled and slipped an arm around her waist as she sat down on the edge of his bed. She kissed his forehead and he hugged her tightly. Blaine made a coughing sound in the back of his throat, causing Brittany to ask even more dolphin-related questions.

The noise eventually stopped when they heard the door swing open.

"Okay, all out," Burt said gruffly as he entered the room, "Kurt needs some rest."

Blaine started to stand up, but Burt put an arm on his shoulder. "Not you." he said softly, leading him back to the chair.

"Dad," Kurt started before he was silenced by Burt's gaze.

"Kurt, this Anderson kid stayed with you for two whole days, gave you 'bout a quarter of his blood, and is still here." Burt raised a hand before Kurt could open his mouth, "Lemme finish. You gotta give him a chance, kid, even though..." he trailed off, looking at his son fully. He cleared his throat and started again. "He's a good kid. I believe that, and this old dad here believes you made the right choice all those months ago. When you came home and told me 'bout him, I didn't believe you were ready. But you were. Sorry I ever doubted you, kid." He nodded towards Blaine and left the room quietly.

The next few moments passed by in an awkward silence, both boys refusing to meet each others' eyes. Blaine stole a look at Kurt and noticed something shiny sliding down his porcelain cheek.

"Hey," he moved closer to Kurt, noticing the younger boy's shoulders shaking, "hey. Shh. It's okay, I'm here. Just me." his voice was soft as he hugged Kurt lightly, careful not to hurt him.

"S-S-" Kurt stammered, his frail body shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm, "S-Sorry... I'm s-so s-sorry, Bl-Blaine..."

"Shh," Blaine kissed his forehead softly, "Shh, it's okay. Everything will be fine. Just sleep, Kurt. I promise everything will go back to where it was. Please?"

Kurt turned his head, looking into Blaine's eyes. The ever-changing eyes held sorrow, heartbreak, worry, and a ton of other emotions that led Blaine's heart to drop a few feet under.

"It's okay," Blaine assured Kurt, "It's okay, I promise."

"S-Sing to me?" Kurt's voice was barely a whisper as he felt the weight of his eyelids.

"Sure." Blaine kissed the younger boy's nose. He wanted to sing something happy, something with a light tune. Perhaps a lullaby? He smiled as he chose his song and started to sing it quietly, watching the sun set through the blinds of the window.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are!

He watched Kurt's eyes flutter close before lowering Kurt onto the hospital bed. He scooted as close to the bed as possible and, holding Kurt's hand, allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Hope you liked that! Wow, this took almost the whole night. One of my longer chapters! Please review! :D

xxmysticflare