A/N: Okay, time to apologize profusely for my lack of updating. I am so sorry. Writer's block came and bit me in the ass. I started writing this thing last Tuesday but I was getting really unhappy by what came out and ended up taking a break from it in order to recharge my brain. I think I'm good now. Although, I'm still iffy on this chapter. I beg of thee please review and let me know if this is okay after you read it.

I saw that some of you wanted hospital!sex and I'm sorry, but I just cannot do that. I will write Nurse!Kurt next chapter though. I haphazardly put Blaine's parents in here so if that seems a bit, I don't know, odd I am sorry.

I posted a future!Klaine one-shot along with this. That's my apology for taking so damn long in updating this. It's called Bloom, read if you want to, and express your opinions on that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing.


Blaine wakes up after what seems like forever, and the first thing he registers is the sharp pain coming from his wrist and strangely, his ass. He groans and tries to roll over but soft hands hold him in place.

"Oh no, you don't." Comes his beloved Kurt's voice.

"Kurt?" Blaine asks blearily.

"I'm here." Kurt says, and strokes Blaine's side lightly.

"Can you flip me over? I want to look at your face." Blaine asks, he really doesn't like hearing Kurt's voice and not seeing the beautiful face that goes along with it. Kurt starts to move Blaine, and Blaine hisses. "Gently please."

"Yes, I know." Kurt says, and with a feather light touch flips Blaine over. Even though Kurt is moving him gently Blaine can still feel the pain that blooms on his ass.

"Ouch." Blaine hisses.

"Sorry, I know your tooshie hurts." Kurt apologizes.

"Tooshie?" Blaine laughs, never did he imagine that Kurt can make someone's ass sound so cute.

"It's a cute way to say ass." Kurt defends. "I can kiss it for you if you want." Blaine gasps loudly.

"You'd do that?"

Kurt nods, a bit of a blush creeping up on his face.

"Uhm, now?" Blaine says, and Kurt jumps up, shaking his head wildly.

"No!" He yells. "Sorry, I overreacted. I mean, I was only messing around. I'm not ready to do that now."

"Oh." Blaine says, slightly disappointed. He looks around and finds the room empty. Didn't Kurt tell everybody to meet him here? "Where is everyone?"

"I told them to go home. I said they didn't need to stay here. Dave wanted to stay though, the guys practically had to drag him out." Kurt informs.

"Wow."

"Yeah, he kept on saying that it was all his fault, and he wanted to see if you were okay."

"Wow." Blaine says again. "Santana is really reforming him."

"I'll say." Kurt says, and fall quiet again. Blaine doesn't like the sudden silence and asks Kurt a question.

"So, what's wrong with me?"

Kurt looks up at him and looks like he's about to smile. What? Why is he looking at Blaine amused?

"You broke your right wrist and your coccyx." Kurt informs him, fighting back a laugh at the end.

"My coccyx. My ass? Kurt, I broke my ass?" Blaine exclaims, disbelievingly. "How is that possible?"

Really, how is that possible? It seems like a weird bone to break.

"It's not that hard to break. Or so I was told." Kurt says, releasing a tiny little laugh. "They sedated you in order to fix your wrist because you were screaming so much." He finishes sadly.

"They did?"

Kurt nods, his lower lip quivering in the way it always does when he's about to cry.

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine extends his arms out, and Kurt fits himself in, being mindful of Blaine's injured hand. "It's okay baby, don't cry."

"I was so scared, Blaine. What if you would have ended up paralyzed?" Kurt sobs.

"I didn't did I? I only ended up with a broken wrist and ass."

"Coccyx." Kurt corrects him, and the boys fall into laughter.

"Okay, Dr. Hummel." Blaine rolls his eyes playfully. "Hey think on the bright side though, if I would have been paralyzed then I would really be Professor X. think about it mind reading, the wheelchair. It would have worked out fine."

Kurt giggles, and pushes Blaine lightly. "You do realize that we wont be able to have sex if you're in a wheelchair, right?"

Blaine's eyes widen. "Yeah, didn't think about that. Then nevermind, being paralyzed doesn't seem like a cool idea anymore."

Kurt laughs loudly. "Oh my sex addicted boyfriend."

"Look who's talking Mr. oh Blaine, Blaine, right there oh god!." Blaine moans mockingly, throwing his head back and mimicking Kurt while Blaine's blowing him.

Kurt throws Blaine a death glare, and lifts his hand up as if to hit him upside the head. "Do you want another broken wrist? I'll make sure you can't jerk off, buddy." he threatens

Blaine falls silent at the threat, no, thank you he doesn't want to lose the luxury of jerking himself off thanks to Kurt breaking his working wrist. "Sorry," he mumbles.

"Apology accepted." Kurt says, "Now, your parents are here if you want to see them."

Blaine groans loudly. "Oh Kurt, why did you call them? It's not that big of a deal."

"I had to. How do you think they'd react if I had delivered you home with all these injuries, and no excuse to why I didn't call to inform them?"

Well yeah, Kurt does have a point.

"How long am I here for?"

"Just for the night, until the pain in your toosh has subsided."

"The word toosh should not be as cute as you're making it out to be." Blaine states, reaching for the bed remote.

"It's part of my charm." Kurt smiles, and pushes the button for him. "So, should I call your parents?"

"Might as well." Blaine sighs, and Kurt kisses him lightly before standing up and walking out the door. A few seconds later he walks back in with two people who can only be Blaine's parents, looking like they had come straight from the office.

"Blaine, honey how are you feeling?" His mom says, rushing forward to engulf her son in a hug.

"Well mom, my ass hurts… a lot."

Blaine's mother giggles, and kisses his cheek.

My poor baby.

Blaine's father steps forward, and places a hand on his shoulder. "You gave us a scare, son."

"Dad, it's not even that bad." Blaine groans, and his father gives him a stern look.

"You broke bones, Blaine. It seems pretty serious to me."

"Okay fine, it's bad, can you please not lecture me about it? It was an accident." Blaine pleads, and his father sighs.

"Alright. We just needed to make sure you were okay."

"Do you guys have to go to work?" Blaine asks, finding it pretty odd that his parents left their offices for something as minor as two small breaks.

"We do. We're sorry we can't stay any longer, we're on the brink of winning a case." Blaine's mother says, apologetically. "I hate to leave you alone."

"Kurt will stay with me. Right Kurt?" Blaine turns to look at his boyfriend expectantly. Kurt smiles, and leans down to kiss his boyfriend softly.

"Of course. I just have to clear it with my dad."

"He should say yes, after all it was my fault you're in this hospital bed."

Blaine whimpers quietly, he doesn't want Kurt to blame himself.

"I'll stay with him Mr. and Mrs. Anderson." Kurt confirms.

"Kurt, how many times do we have to tell you to call us Bea, and Bradley? Did we not have a long conversation in the waiting room?" Bea says, smiling at Kurt who returns her smile instantly.

"Sorry, Bea."

Wait what? When did Kurt talk to his parents? He was feeling out of the loop. Oh dear god what if his mom indulged Kurt in some embarrassing baby stories. Oh no.

"I'll explain later." Kurt thinks, noticing Blaine's look of confusion.

"Well, Bea, we have to go. Blaine we'll be back tomorrow. You'll be fine with Kurt right?" Bradley says, throwing his coat on.

"Yes." Blaine responds, and holds his arms out to his mother, looking like an adorable child.

Kurt, and Bea giggle as Bea wraps her arms around her son. "Behave, and do what the doctors tell you to." she says sternly.

"I will find out if you don't. I wonder if Kurt will tell me?"

Blaine rolls his eyes. His mother was already conspiring with his boyfriend. "Yes mother."

"It was lovely to meet you Beatriz, you too Bradley." Kurt says, striding forward to shake hands with Bradley, and hug Bea.

"Likewise." Bradley says, smiling gently. Blaine looks at them. It was only a couple of months ago that Blaine's dad was not okay with him being gay, who made him fix cars in order to turn him straight. Now, looking at him actually getting along with his boyfriend, it brings a tear to Blaine's eyes.

Kurt turns and looks at Blaine, clearly trying to keep the tears in, and frowns.

"Are you okay, amour?"

Blaine nods, and waves at his parents as they walk out the door.

"No, you're not" Kurt says as soon as the door closes. "Tell me what's on that beautiful mind of yours." He sits down at the foot of Blaine's bed, and Blaine is not having that. He pats the spot next to him down with one hand, and calls Kurt over with the other one.

"Snuggle with me and I'll tell you."

Kurt smiles, and crawls up to Blaine's side quickly, settling himself in the comfort of Blaine's arms.

"What's wrong?"

"I was thinking that it's really amazing that you and my dad got along." Blaine responds.

"Your dad is a nice man." Kurt states.

"He wasn't always." Blaine says seriously.

Kurt looks up at Blaine his eyebrows knitting together. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's okay if you don't want to."

"No." Blaine says, and Kurt looks down in disappointment. Blaine grabs onto his boyfriends chin and gently lifts up so that he can look at him. "I meant, no, I want to."

"Oh. Proceed."

"My dad, he's a good father. He paid attention to me like all fathers do to their sons, but when I started questioning my sexuality he began to grow distant. He still talked to me, but it was different. He started to make me do things that will straighten me out, like fixing up engines, playing football, going out on dates with girls. I wanted to be straight, and I wanted to please my dad so I did it. I fixed cars, I played football, and I went on dates with girls." Blaine says, sighing heavily when he mentions the dates.

"Did… you… have sex with any of these girls?" Kurt asks, in a small voice.

"Please lie if you have."

"No." Blaine answers immediately. "No, I am still a virgin. But that doesn't meant that they didn't try," he grimaces remembering this one time a girl tried to get her hands down his pants. "I hated it. I didn't like dating girls, I didn't like fixing cars, and I told my dad. I officially came out, not only to him but to my mom too. My mom accepted me right away, saying that I was her son and she would love me unconditionally."

"What about your dad?" Kurt whispers, his voice quivering.

"He stopped talking to me. He said that as long as I was gay he didn't want to speak to me."

"Oh no."

"It was horrible. My mom got him to start speaking to me eventually, but it wasn't the same. He only spoke to me when he absolutely needed to. I cried myself to sleep every night."

Kurt takes Blaine's hand and rubs it soothingly.

"I started going out, drinking. I was a mess. One day I was out, getting drunk, when a guy slipped something into my drink and tried to get me to go home with him. I tried to resist, but he pulled me into his car. I actually thought he was going to succeed in taking advantage of me, but at a stoplight I jumped out and ran. Ran to wherever I could to get away from him. I ended up in a park a few miles outside of Westerville, and I was alone. I was scared, and I started looking back on the past couple of weeks and I didn't like what I had become. I had become something I never wanted to be. At that moment I stopped caring, I stopped trying to impress my dad because it wasn't getting me anywhere. I decided that if I tried to impress my dad anymore, then it was going to get me killed."

"Don't say that." Kurt thinks, too in shock to even say anything.

"It's true." Blaine says.

"So, what happened after? Did you stay in that park all night?"

"No, I…I called my dad." Blaine laughs humorlessly. "I called him as a last resort. I knew he was going to be angry with me and probably kick me out as soon as he picked me up, but I had to give it a shot. Luckily for me he agreed to pick me up, and when he got there he looked like he was crying. I boldly asked him why he was crying, and he said that he'd been watching me fall apart, and it killed him."

Kurt looks up at Blaine with hopeful eyes. "This is the point where the story gets happy right?"

"Right." Blaine says, flashing a brief smile. "He said he didn't want to ignore me any longer. Said that I was his little boy, and I will always be his little boy no matter who I decided to love. After that he's been the way he is now, supportive and loving."

"That's great," Kurt says, and smiles. "Your dad looks like he loves you."

"I'm glad he does." Blaine admits, "Don't get me wrong, your love is great, but there's nothing quite like a father's love."

"I know how you feel." Kurt says.

"I don't know what I would do without my dad."

Blaine sits up straight and hugs Kurt closer to him. "I'm really getting tired of crying." he chuckles.

"Me too."

"Then let's not."

"I think that's a fantastic idea, Blaine Anderson."

"So, what are we supposed to do now?" Blaine wonders, his hand lying casually on Kurt's thigh.

"Oh no you don't, we are not having sex in the hospital." Kurt says, and removes Blaine's hand.

"I wasn't suggesting we have sex in the hospital." Blaine says, trying to get his hand back on Kurt's thigh. "I just like having my hand here."

"Why?" Kurt asks, not removing Blaine's hand from it's perch this time around.

"I don't know, It's a thing I have. I've always said that when I get a boyfriend I want to place my hand on his thigh. In a totally not sexual manner." Blaine explains. "It's weird I know, but I find it comforting. When I was little and had a nightmare, my mom would pat me in the thigh comfortingly. It's been a soothing thing for me, and I've counted the day until I can do it to someone." Okay, Blaine was being downright cheesy. He didn't care though. He was allowed to be cheesy. At least for a little bit.

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt says, and throws his arms around Blaine's neck. "Then in that case keep your hand there. Just don't go near my crotch. At least not now."

Blaine giggles. "Whatever you say, darling."

The boys lay down, snuggling together in the scratchy bed sheets. Blaine squeezes Kurt as tightly as he can despite the pain on his wrist and his ass.

"Blaine, stop squeezing me so tight. You'll hurt yourself even further."

"I'll hurt my what?" Blaine asks, smirking. He wants to hear Kurt say it, that cute little name he has for his ass.

"What? Are you really that- oh my god!" The little light bulb inside of Kurt's head goes off and Blaine has the sudden urge to burst into laughter.

"You were saying?" he asks, and Kurt huffs out frustratingly.

"No. not if you're going to make fun of me."

"Oh come on, pleeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee." Blaine pleads, using Kurt's puppy dog face.

"Oh no, not the puppy dog face. It's my face." Kurt thinks, and Blaine juts his lower lip out even further. "Fine. Blaine please stop squeezing me so tight if not you'll hurt your wrist and your tooshie even further." Kurt says, overemphasizing the word tooshie.

"Oh my god you sound so cute when you say that," Blaine gushes,and Kurt giggles.

"God, my boyfriend can be such a child sometimes."

"Of course, darling." Blaine laughs, and Kurt joins him. Laughing as if they need it to live. After all that's happened today they need a good laugh.

"Kurt?" Blaine asks, loosening his hold on his boyfriend."

"Yes, mon amour."

Blaine tentatively looks up at Kurt through his lashes, "Sing to me."

"I don't have any music." Kurt points out.

Damn, he's right. Well Blaine really doesn't care if there's no music, all he wants it to listen to his perfect angel sing. All he wants is to listen to his beautiful voice.

"Sing with no music. You can do that right?"

"I sing better with background music."

"Please." Blaine pleads.

Kurt sighs, and nods.

"Yay."

"Oh my god, Blaine. You are such a child sometimes."

Blaine grins jubilantly, and even claps his hands to prove to his boyfriend that yes, he is indeed one overgrown child. Kurt just rolls his eyes, and playfully ruffles Blaine's hair.

"You're lucky I love you." he says, kissing him on the nose. "So, what do you want me to sing?"

"You pick. Surprise me."

"You have to promise to not read my mind though." Kurt warns, and Blaine nods. "Swear you wont."

Blaine sighs pointedly, and places his hand over his heart. "I swear I will not read your mind to see what song you will sing to me, my sweetheart."

"Good." Kurt thinks for a few minutes, and Blaine wants nothing more than to peek into his mind and read it, but no. He promised Kurt he wouldn't do that.

"Aha." Kurt says after what seems like forever. "I got it. Mind you the song is not in my range, but I'm obsessed with it right now. Okay ahem. You know what I think I have this song on my iPod without the vocals. Let me see…yes." Kurt pulls his headphones out, and turns his iPod up on full blast before hitting play. What meets Blaine's ears makes him smile hugely. Kurt's right this song doesn't fit his range, but he's sure that Kurt will sing the hell out of it nonetheless.

Kurt takes a deep breath and starts to sing,

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts

The warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms

Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?

For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

Blaine sits and listens intently to Kurt. His voice is much higher than Marcus Mumford, but somehow it works. It's a really weird choice of song but the way Kurt's singing it, with passion just like he sings everything else, is making it less weird. Blaine loves how Kurt stands up to move around the room, using it as his stage. He loves it so much that he actually wants to stand up and dance with Kurt, but his tooshie prevents him from doing so. So, he'll just settle for singing along with Kurt.

And my head told my heart

Let love grow.

But my heart told me head

This time no, this time no

Kurt smiles as Blaine sings the chorus with him, but holds out his hand as if to say "Darling, the verses are all mine."

We'll be washed and buried one day my girl

And the time we were given will be left for the world

The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by the plague

So let the memories be good for those who stay

Blaine giggles to himself. It's funny how Kurt doesn't change the noun today. Usually he always says he instead of she or boy instead of girl. But not today. Kurt stops his gliding to come to a halt in front of Blaine, and Blaine takes his cue to start singing again,

And my head told my heart

Let love grow.

But my heart told me head

This time no, this time no

The shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved

Was the same that sent me into your arms

And the pestilence has won when you are lost and I am gone

And no hope, no hope will overcome

But if your strife strikes at your sleep

Remember spring swaps snow for leaves

You'll be happy and wholesome again

When the city clears and sun ascends

Kurt runs the length of the room as the music grows and falls to his knees in front of Blaine, Miming the trumpet solo. Blaine has to admire the raw performer in Kurt. That boy was born to entertain whether it be a crowd of hundreds or just Blaine.

And my head told my heart

Let love grow.

But my heart told me head

This time no, this time no

The boys end the song, Kurt panting slightly. Blaine beckons him to him, and Kurt stands up and scuttles to Blaine, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"Lay with me."

Kurt obliges, carefully laying next to Blaine to now hurt him any further.

"You sang beautifully." Blaine commends him, kissing his forehead proudly.

"Thank you." Kurt smiles, leaning into Blaine's touch. "Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"I'm sure." Blaine assures Kurt. "It's getting late, do you want to go to sleep?"

"I get to stay snuggled up with you right?" Kurt asks hopefully.

"Right."

"And I'm not going to hurt your tooshie right?"

"Right."

"Okay, good." Kurt yawns, and sets his head into Blaine's chest. Blaine reaches over and flicks the light switch off before leaning his head back into the stiff pillow.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt says.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really glad you didn't end up paralyzed."

Blaine laughs. "I'm really glad too. It would have been a shame if I couldn't have sex with you."

"Really?"

"Really. Kurt, I want to have sex with you. Only 'till you're ready of course, I want to give myself to you. And if I didn't have use of my… cock, then I would have gone crazy because it would have meant that I wouldn't have been able to give you something I really want to give to you." He hears Kurt sniff loudly, and looks down to find Kurt wiping away at the tears that have fallen from his eyes, trying to be discreet about it.

"Kurt, baby, are you okay?" Blaine asks, wondering if he said the wrong thing.

"I'm f-fine. Blaine, I want to give myself to you too," he whispers, almost inaudibly. "but until I'm ready. I want you to be my first."

"Oh Kurt, you do?"

"Yes, it's always been you. The reason why I never went out with anybody else was because I was saving myself for you. You're the one I want to give my virginity too and the fact that you want to do the same, makes me really happy that I waited for you."

Blaine feels his eyes stabbing him with tears, and for once he's not holding them in. He lets them fall free. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Kurt responds, raising his head to try and reach Blaine's lips. Blaine meets him halfway and kisses Kurt sweetly, softly, no real urgency in it.

"Can I show you something before you go to sleep?" Kurt asks, and Blaine nods his head looking into Kurt's mind one more time tonight. The picture that meets Blaine's eyes nearly makes him break out into tears again.

Kurt and Blaine are in their happy place, and Blaine is making love to Kurt. No fucking, just making love among the wildflowers. It's sweet, and slow, and so, so beautiful.

"Kurt…" Blaine starts but can't finish his sentence. He's truly at a loss of words by what Kurt's just shown him.

"When I'm ready I want you to make love to me like that, not particularly in a field of wildflowers, but you get the gist of it."

Blaine blinks away the tears, and leans down to kiss Kurt once more. "Of course I will, I promise."

Kurt smiles against Blaine's lips, and rests his head down on his chest again. "Good. Now sleep."

"I love you."

"I love you. And your tooshie too."

Blaine giggles like a mad man. God, his boyfriend was so adorable.


A/N: Once again I apologize for this taking long to get here. I hope it was good enough for you guys.

The song in it is "Winter Winds" by Mumford & Sons. I know it seems out of place, but I'm really obsessed with that song right now, and thought, wouldn't it be cool if Kurt sang it. So, there you go.

I'm going to apologize in advance because I have an inkling that I might not update much this week. I have a sleepover to attend on Wednesday and I'm going to be gone until Thursday. And if I get a chapter done that day I wont be able to post until next Tuesday because the library is closed on Friday and I have family visiting for the weekend. So I am really sorry if you don't see an update from me until Tuesday.

Review and let me know how this was?