A/N: More already, yes. And hey, guess what…I was wrong…it is not all that dark after all. I shamfully underestimated Carole's and Kurt's ability to love so flabbergastingly much.

With You I Will Look With You I Might See

It has been two weeks, all of which Kurt and Blaine have spent either at Dalton or with Carole, Burt and Finn.

Finn has not picked up on anything being off, so far, and Carole finds herself grateful, thinking, There are already enough unknowns in this equation.

Valentines came and went, and Kurt and Blaine had spent it looking happy to the point of ecstasy. High on ice cream and sitting in the living room reading love poetry to each other. And Burt and Carole had sat in the kitchen with candles and hot tea holding hands, smiled and listened to lines familiar and lines obscure, but all making them smile. They even had recited parts to each other that night in the warmth of each other's embrace, under the covers, parts of poems once learned being where Kurt, Blaine and Finn now are, in high school.

Blaine and Kurt had taken two sick days, before returning to Dalton. And it had worked, the shivers and fever died down in less than a day, and after spending another cuddling with Kurt, kissing and falling asleep and waking up on the third day still in Kurt's arms, Blaine has been as fine …has seemed as fine as he had before.

And it is this Friday, before the weekend leading them into the third week starts that has Carole questioning aloud, what to do.

Blaine and Kurt are not yet back from Dalton, and Finn will be here in about an hour from football practice and for Friday night dinner.

"…he clearly has a coping mechanism in place, but we cannot just ignore what happened forever. I know Kurt was right in asking us to give him time to calm down…but…but…."

"But what now?" Burt helps out.

"Yes," Carole sounds exhausted, and Burt pulls her into her arms, holds her close and tight. "The next breakdown is going to happen, if it hasn't yet, and it is not only Blaine's health we are talking about. We can't, just can't leave Kurt alone to deal with something like this."

"Okay. Tell you what, Carole, I have my next routine check-up for my heart next Tuesday. How about we make it a family thing, and use the opportunity to all do a routine health check?"

"You think Blaine won't freak out if we are all included and the focus is not on him alone?"

The left corner of Burt's mouth twitches up a little in a half-smile, "Worth a try?"

"Yes, sure," Carole says, smiling back.

"Okay, so we can ask them about it tonight, at dinner."

"Let's add a movie to it and give the food a little time to settle and then we can ask. I don't want Blaine throwing up again. And the sweetness of the apple pie I made will help with that too, settling stomachs."

Burt's eyes begin to glow, "You made apple pie? How did I not notice?"

"…because Kurt and I have a special place to store these things."

"We have secret room with all my favorite foods hidden somewhere around this house?"

"Daaaad! No, we don't."

Burt turns to see Kurt stand there, smirking, holding hands with Blaine, both still in their Dalton blazers.

"Hey you two," Carole chimes. "Week alright?"

"Mom, we talked yesterday afternoon. We are both fine. Wes is going a little crazy about Warbler practices again, but we are fine," Kurt just keeps talking, not even noticing at first what he just said until Blaine squeezes Kurt's hand and Kurt looks from Blaine, who nods in Carole and Burt's direction, to Carole, then Burt. "What?"

"Mom?" Burt asks, smiling happily.

"Oh," Kurt says, and can feel Blaine chuckle next to him, leaning into Kurt's side. "I guess, apple pie and Friday dinner, and all this, and Dad, you looking so happy, I just, it…," Kurt tries to find an explanation.

Carole cares more about, "Did it feel right? I mean, did it feel right to say that…to me, to call me your mother, because I really, really would love for you to think of me in that way, but I don't want you to push, because you think you have to."

"Not pushing, I promise, I hadn't even noticed, it just, it felt right, yeah," Kurt beams, and Carole is pulling him into a hug a moment later. Blaine lets go of Kurt's hand, after giving it another gentle squeeze then just stands there, smiling at the two people by now holding each other.

Blaine's eyes briefly flicker to Burt, over Kurt's shoulder, and he sees him wearing the same happy smile.

xxxx

By the time Kurt and Blaine have changed out of their uniforms into something more comfortable and much, much less formal, it is almost time for dinner, and sure enough, again standing in the kitchen, chatting to Kurt's parents, they hear the front door open and a moment later...

..."MOOOM! IS DINNER READY?" Finn's voice booms through the ground floor. Finn finds them all standing, laughing, in the kitchen when he comes in. "What's up?"

"Dinner will be ready soon, Sweety, we were just catching up with Blaine and Kurt about their week."

"Okay," Finn says, "If I deck the table, will it go faster?"

"Yes, Finn. Thank you," Carole says as Finn almost storms at the cupboard to get started as soon as he hears the first word.

xxxx

Dinner is comfortably quite, anecdotes of everyone's week here and there adding to the sense of contentment.

"…and then Sue Sylvester threw that protein shake right into Figgin's face, of course claiming she tripped, or something. Brittany says she will write an article about how the pixies living at the school are a real health hazard walking around invisible and all, and said she'll add an appeal to them to make themselves visible to everyone for safety and stuff."

Kurt is laughing so hard by the time Finn is done with his story, leaning into Blaine's side for support he accidentally drops some of the whipped cream and apple pie of his fork onto the sleeve of Blaine's long sleeved red shirt.

"Oh, sorry, Blaine. Let me."

And Blaine is still drunk on laughter himself, and so contended beaming at Kurt's adorably scrunched up face that he forgets to worry. Enjoys the feeling, the gentle touch of Kurt's hand under his shirt sleeve, the back of his hand warm against the skin of his inner forearm. And then it is too late, and Blaine has not even noticed yet, but can see the expression of pure happiness turn into a frown, "Blaine?"

And only now Blaine notices that Kurt, having cleaned the shirt has turned his palm to rest against his wrist and absentmindedly started running his hand in an expression of love up and down his forearm.

And why he has not frozen yet Blaine does not understand himself, except this is Kurt, and the blue meeting his eyes seems to allow for no other feeling than safety. He finds a question in them he has not ever wanted to answer anyone...