Burt sat at Kurt's bedside holding his hand, trying to find the words to tell his son how sorry he was that he had let this happen. Kurt's eyes opened, he hadn't been sleeping just bored.

"Guess we switched places now didn't we dad?" a ghost of a smile flitted across his lips.

Burt was about to reply when Blaine, asleep on the floor, snored loudly. Kurt giggled, the smallest, slightest sound, just for a moment, but to Burt it sounded like a choir of angels.

Eventually Burt had to settle for just, "I'm so sorry Kurt, I know that's not much of a thing to say in this situation but I can't even begin to find the words, I'm so so sorry."

His voice broke at the end, Kurt squeezed his hand, and suddenly Burt found himself painfully aware of what it had been like for Kurt after his heart attack. The doctors had said he had barely left his bedside, had been there the whole time. The Hummel family had spent more than their fair share of time in the hospital, the needed to stick together.

Xxxx

Blaine held Kurt's arms and hands tenderly, Kurt fidgeted as he bandaged them.

"You're going to have some nasty scarring on your arms." Blaine stated without thinking, running his fingers over a particularly deep gouge in his forearm.

"I'm already a freak, what difference do a few scars make?" Kurt sighed.

"You have to stop thinking like that Kurt. There's nothing wrong with you, your different, and that doesn't make you a freak it makes you you. And there's nothing wrong with being who you are." Blaine cupped Kurt's chin in his hand, tilting his face up so the other boys' glass eyes met his, instead of staring down at the floor. "You're beautiful."

Even though he knew the situation and conditions were far from perfect, Blaine couldn't think of another way to make his point as clear, it was the only way he could think of to really get it across to Kurt how much he cared about him, how much a loved him. Knowing everything was far from ideal he leaned in and caught Kurt's lips with his, kissing him gently, his lips felt just as soft and full as they looked, Kurt parted his lips slightly and Blaine flicked his tongue just barely along the delicate curve of his lower lip, not wanting to push him too far. They broke apart and Kurt rested his head against Blaine's shoulder, Blaine bent his head so his mouth was at Kurt's ear,

"Are you going to think I'm a loser when I tell you that was my first kiss." Kurt sighed not quite able to comprehend what had just happened.

His chest tightened with feeling, his breath caught, as Blaine cradled him protectively against him, he was a little overwhelmed, going from not feeling anything to such a sharp clear emotion. He wanted to stay there forever, in Blaine's arms; he couldn't make sense of everything he was feeling. He realized he did love Blaine, even if he could only access the feeling occasionally, was it possible to feel like this on a daily basis? He had a sudden sense of Blaine protecting him from the world, watching out for him, keeping him safe from anything that could hurt him, even himself.

"I love you Kurt." Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair.

"I love you too." Kurt whispered so softly Blaine barely heard, as though he was testing the words.

Xxxx

Blaine found Kurt in the lounge, kneeling on a bench looking out a window. His disappearance from his room had caused a minor uproar, but Blaine had known he would find him here, escaping from everything. Blaine came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"It's time for therapy." His lips brushed Kurt's neck as he spoke.

Kurt sighed, still staring out the window watching a flock of birds fly by. "I wish I was that free, could just fly away from, everything."

Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder, "You could fly if we fixed you're broken wings, you could go so far in this world." He lifted him off the bench, "We need to go Kurt."

"I'm scared." Kurt whispered, shaking slightly. "I don't want to talk to anyone about anything."

"I'll be with you the whole time, as long as you want me there, you can't keep hiding everything inside, you need to talk to someone or you'll never get any better. You have to let someone help you, someone other than me, who actually has half an idea what they're doing, because no matter how hard I try to help you, I don't really know much, everything I can do for you is on an emotional level, I don't really know what to do to actually make you better, I'm just doing what I can to take care of you because I love you." Kurt feathered his lips against Blaine's,

"Ok Freud, let's go to the shrink." Blaine noticed that sounded like something Kurt would have said before he got caught in this downward spiral. He squeezed his hand,

"Courage."

Xxxx

The therapist was trying her hardest to kick Blaine out, he was refusing to go. After yammering on about patient confidentiality and privacy and rights until she was blue in the face she sighed, looking exasperated, and turned to Kurt.

"Mr. Hummel, are you one hundred percent sure you're comfortable with Mr. Anderson hearing any personal information we discuss in here, including subjects that may make you uncomfortable and taking into consideration that what we talk about in here is not meant to be heard by anyone outside this room or discussed with anyone else."

"Yes." Kurt hoped his voice sounded more decisive than he felt, he knew he couldn't get through this alone, but he didn't want Blaine hearing anything that would make him change his mind about staying with him. But Blaine knew so much already, Kurt knew somehow he could let Blaine hear anything, and the other boy would stand by him anyway.

"Well I'm really not supposed to allow this but both of you take a seat on the couch." They sat down, Kurt drawing his legs up, gripping Blaine's arm.

Xxxx

Blaine wanted to stop the therapy session; he hated how haunted Kurt was starting to look, having to relive his traumas. He was trembling, his grip on Blaine's arm had tightened to the point Blaine was surprised his fingernails hadn't drawn blood.

"How much longer is this?" he interrupted, trying to subtly call attention to Kurt's distress.

"I think we've done enough for today, does someone close to you have a schedule of when you're supposed to be here for the next few months?"

"Yes, my dad does." Kurt's voice was barely audible.

"Well I'll see you soon Kurt, you did great today." She smiled, Blaine wished she would just stop talking, "And, Mr. Anderson, would you stay for a moment?"

Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead, "You're dad is finishing up everything so you can leave soon, go help him get everything together, I'll be right there." After one more embrace Kurt left.

"So what did you need to talk about?"

"I wanted to know what your relationship with Kurt is, I'm trying to get a clearer picture of his relationships with the people in his life, it makes it easier to help him if I know how he connects to whom."

Blaine answered as honestly as he could, "I'm anything he needs me to be."