Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: So it's definitely 3:30 AM right now, and I'm finishing up this story. I leave in about 5 hours to go on vacation. And I can NOT go to sleep, and I don't know why. :/

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the chapter. I'm really trying to wrap this one up, but I have one last twist that I want to throw into things before I end it…

It was becoming easier for Blaine to get himself to the church for group sessions, and it felt a lot less like pulling teeth trying to get himself to talk. He still didn't necessarily want to tell the other members of the group everything that was going on; there were some things that Blaine just didn't want to talk about with anyone.

"Blaine? You seem to be doing better… how is everything going?"

"It's getting easier. The medication helps… I'd rather not take it, but I'm not sure how I'd be getting through all of this without it. I… I sort of wish I'd gone to the doctor sooner, not put myself through all of that. But then I feel like I'm weak for even beginning to think that I should have given up fighting it sooner. And then I feel like I've failed because I had to resort to medication to get to this point…"

"That isn't a failure. Refusing medication because you don't want to feel weak, even if you really need that help… that's failing. Causing other people pain so that you don't have to admit that you've been given more than you can handle… that's failing. Refusing to accept help, even when you know that you can't deal with it on your own…" Blaine glanced at Nick as the other boy's voice started to crack. "You're doing what you need to do to keep your sanity, to survive. That's not a failure."

"It's still hard to say that it feels right to be on all of this medication. I don't… I don't always feel like myself," Blaine commented.

"Who you are has changed. It has to change to deal with things like this. If you went back to being the exact same person you were before your mother's death, you wouldn't be able to get over it. You would be living a lie, and that wouldn't be healthy." Blaine looked down at the floor as the group's leader spoke, nodding at her words. "If it worries you, Blaine, you need to go to your doctor and talk to him about how the medications make you feel."

"I know. I don't think it's anything that serious… I just still want my life to go back to normal. I still want things to be the way they were before. I think that's what I'm having the hardest time dealing with." That and my father's fucking inability to decide whether he wants me in his life or not, Blaine added in his head.

He hadn't brought up his brothers visiting Dalton during group, nor had he mentioned that his father had sent him several messages since then or that Jacob had found Blaine on Facebook. The boy didn't seem to find it at all odd that they shared a last name. What surprised Blaine, though, was that Jacob seemed more than willing to open up to him about pretty much everything. Including the fact that Jacob was questioning his own sexuality.

"It is hard. I think we've all been there at one point or another." Blaine sighed, nodding. "Alright, guys, our hour is up. I'll see you all next Friday."

Blaine stood up and grabbed his messenger bag, moving over towards Nick. "You okay?" he asked, putting a hand on the other boy's shoulder.

"I'm fine. Worry about yourself, okay?" Blaine nodded, smiling at Nick.

"I'll see you Monday, man."

Blaine walked out to his car, ready to go back to Lima. He and Kurt had been spending weekends with Kurt's parents, although Blaine suspected that Burt and Carole were insisting that Kurt bring him home so that they could continue to keep an eye on him. Blaine was about to call Kurt and tell him that he was on the way when his phone rang, signaling a text message.

From: Jacob

Can we talk? I think I have something I need to tell my parents.

Blaine glanced at the message, wondering whether or not he should respond. After a moment, he decided that the best thing to do would be to call Jacob back.

The phone only rang once before Jacob picked up. "Hello?"

"You said you needed to talk?"

"Hey Blaine."

Blaine waited silently for a moment, wondering if Jacob was going to start the conversation or if he would have to pull it out of him. Eventually, Blaine realized that Jacob wasn't going to make this easy, whatever it was. "So, what was it you needed to talk to me about?"

"I… I have a confession to make. I think… I think I might be…" Blaine waited a few moments in silence, until he realized what was going on.

"Jake… are you trying to come out?" Blaine could hear the boy sighing on the other end of the line. "Hey, I'm not going to judge. I'm gay, Jacob…"

"Why don't you have a relationship with your dad or your half-brothers?" Blaine was a little blindsided by the question. He sighed and shook his head, trying to think of an answer.

"I don't even understand it myself, Jacob. I really don't understand his attempts to explain it to me, either."

"So it's not because you're gay."

"My dad doesn't even know. I think he just assumes that I'm normal and that he doesn't have anything to worry about. I don't even know how he and his wife feel about homosexuality…"

"You mean his new wife?" Jacob asked.

"My parents weren't ever married," Blaine replied. "My dad cut out when I was a baby. Until a couple of weeks ago, I'd never seen or spoken to him. All… all he had were excuses for why he couldn't be in my life and why I wasn't welcome in his." Blaine did feel a little bad for telling Jacob so many bad things about their father, especially since Jacob didn't know that was who they were talking about. It wasn't very fair to talk crap about a man who couldn't defend himself, but at the same time Blaine didn't feel as if he owed the man anything. After all, he was dangling Blaine's brothers in front of his face, all the while telling him that Blaine couldn't have a relationship with any of them.

"I'm not sure how my parents will react. My mom's a Democrat, but it's one thing to accept other people who are gay. It's completely different to have a gay son." Blaine sighed, closing his eyes.

"Unfortunately, the only way you're ever going to know is to tell them. You can't predict how people will react to that kind of news, no matter how well you think you know them."

"So I should just suck it up and tell them?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Jacob. You have to make that decision for yourself. Don't feel like you have to come out of the closet just because you've figured things out, okay? You don't have to do this until you're ready." Blaine heard his phone beep, signaling that he had another call. He had a feeling that it was Kurt. But Kurt could wait a minute.

"Thanks, Blaine. I appreciate the advice."

"I should go… I think the Hummels just called wondering why I haven't called to tell them I'm on my way home yet. I'll talk to you later."

"Later." Blaine glanced at his phone screen as he hung up, a little confused about why Jacob had chosen to call him, of all the people in his life. Surely Blaine wasn't the only gay guy Jacob knew.

Blaine was starting to wonder exactly what kind of mess his father was creating with all of the secrecy.

"Shit…" Blaine muttered, digging through his bag frantically.

"Something wrong, dude?" Blaine looked up at Finn, who was standing in the doorway with one of his friends. The two boys had obviously been on their way to Finn's room, presumably to play video games. Blaine shook his head quickly, not wanting to freak Finn out about what he had just discovered.

"Nothing… I just left something at school. It… it was kind of important…" Blaine reached up and ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember what he'd done with the pill bottles before he'd left that afternoon.

"I'm sure that whatever it is, you'll be okay without it over the weekend. And if it's like, your toothbrush or something, we have extra of pretty much everything. Just ask Kurt." Blaine forced a smile.

"It's not exactly something you would keep lying around the house. But thanks." Blaine sat down on the bed, trying to figure out what he was going to do without his medication for two days. The sleeping pills weren't that big of a deal; Blaine had stopped taking them every night the week before, and it was actually starting to get easier to fall asleep without them. But the other medications – the pills for anxiety and depression – weren't things that he could really do without. He was supposed to take them every day, and he'd been doing pretty well at keeping up with them. But now he'd screwed up, and he would have to be without them until he could get back to campus.

It took Blaine a moment to figure out what he needed to do. Driving all the way back to Dalton wasn't the best option, but it seemed like the only thing he could do at this point. Blaine sighed and started packing his things back up. He felt oddly ashamed, like he should have known better than to forget the medication at school, and he didn't particularly want to tell Kurt's parents what had happened. But Blaine knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to leave without telling them what was going on.

Blaine picked up his bag and walked down the stairs, wandering into the kitchen. "Something wrong, kid?" Blaine hadn't expected to find Burt sitting at the table.

"I… I was going to go back to Dalton. I forgot… I left the pills in my dorm…"

"Go back upstairs and put your bag up. We'll figure something out… it's too late for you to drive now, anyway."

"I'm not supposed to skip pills…" Blaine began.

"I know. But it's too late tonight. In the morning, you can drive back to school. I think the consequences of forgetting one or two doses of medication aren't nearly as serious as the consequences of falling asleep at the wheel."

"What if you're wrong?" Blaine asked, purposely avoiding looking the man in the eye.

"Then we'll deal with that if it comes up. Don't worry about all of this for now… just go upstairs and work on some homework or hang out with Kurt or something like that. You'll be fine." Blaine nodded and sighed, doing what he was told. He wasn't exactly scared of Burt, but Blaine didn't want to get on the man's bad side, either. Especially not now that he was not only living in the man's house but also dating his son.

"Blaine? What are you doing?" Blaine glanced up as Kurt stepped out of his room, just as Blaine reached the top of the stairs.

"I was just going back to my room…"

"Were you going somewhere?" Blaine could see the raised eyebrow and knew that Kurt was worried about what Blaine might have been thinking about doing.

"I was thinking about going back to Dalton… I forgot my meds. Your dad talked me out of it," Blaine replied. He walked into his room, not bothering to shut the door. He knew that Kurt would probably follow him so that they could talk.

"I think you probably forgot an important part of that plan… you don't have a car here this weekend." Blaine couldn't help but laugh as he realized that Kurt was right.

"I did sort of forget about that part…" Blaine dropped his bag and sighed before he collapsed across his bed. "I don't always think things through very well, do I?"

"Not when you're upset," Kurt replied. Blaine nodded, knowing that the other boy was right about that. The decision to drive home from the hospital after his mother's death, even though it was two o'clock in the morning, had definitely not been one of his finer moments. In all honesty, now that he thought about it Blaine realized that he tended to make some of his stupidest decisions when he was upset over something.

"I guess you're right about that…"

"It's probably a good thing you have people to keep reminding you that your plans might be stupid, then." Blaine smiled as Kurt sat down on the bed next to him and took his hand. Blaine rolled over onto his side to face Kurt as the other boy lay down next to him, intertwining their fingers. "I'm sure you could come sleep in my bed if you wanted to… since you don't have your meds."

"I think I'll be okay… I've been doing okay at school in my own bed."

"Just know my bed's got an empty side for you if you want it. There's always room for you…"

Blaine sighed and shook his head. "I don't know that us sharing a bed is a good idea anymore. I'm starting to get better… your parents aren't going to be okay with that arrangement forever. Especially once they know about us…"

"We don't have to tell them right away… we can wait."

"They should know, Kurt. I don't feel right keeping something like this from them…" Blaine began.

"It's really not that big a deal… it's not like we'd be hiding it forever. Just a few more weeks. Just until you're back on track, until you aren't coming to sleep in my bed randomly. Then we'll tell them. We'll tell the world if you want to."

"Tell the world what?" Blaine glanced at the door, not at all surprised to see Carole standing there. Blaine sat up, pulling away from Kurt slightly. "Is something going on?"

"It's nothing," Kurt replied before Blaine could say anything.

"Kurt…"

"Seriously… is there something I need to know?" Carole asked. She normally wasn't one to push, but the woman had her arms crossed and Blaine could tell that she meant business. And he hadn't even lived with the family for that long.

"We… we're sort of dating," Blaine replied. He glanced over at Kurt as he spoke, hoping the other boy wouldn't be mad at him for spilling the beans. Kurt clearly hadn't wanted to say anything to his parents about this, but Blaine couldn't imagine keeping them in the dark.

"When did this happen?"

"A couple of weeks ago." Blaine smiled at Kurt as the taller boy answered the question, smiling at him and reaching out to squeeze his hand comfortingly. "We were worried that you and Dad might not approve of us living together and dating and everything…"

"We'll have to talk about all of this. All four of us. Until then, doors stay open and I think it might be best if the two of you didn't sleep in the same bed…" Blaine nodded, knowing exactly what Carole meant and why she was worried.

"Fair enough."

Kurt knew that this was going to be an uncomfortable conversation. In fact, it would probably be incredibly awkward. And he definitely didn't want to be having this conversation with his boyfriend and stepmother in the room.

"First of all, we need to set some ground rules. If you two are dating, you aren't allowed to do anything we wouldn't let Finn do under this roof. That means that when you're here, you stay in your own bedrooms, and it doesn't go beyond kissing. No funny business."

"Mr. Hummel… I promise you that none of that is going on. Here or at Dalton. I don't want to do anything that might hurt Kurt, and that includes pressuring him into anything," Blaine replied. Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, glad that even in this ridiculously awkward situation Blaine knew how to keep his composure.

"We appreciate that, Blaine. But it's not just Kurt we're worried about… we don't want to see either of you get hurt here," Carole commented. Kurt carefully put a hand on Blaine's back, rubbing small circles.

"I wouldn't hurt Blaine. That's the last thing I would ever want to do." Kurt gently squeezed Blaine's hand, smiling at the boy as he spoke as if he needed to reassure Blaine that he was being serious.

"Kurt, I know you read the pamphlets from the free clinic… you two should look at those together before you do anything, discuss what you feel comfortable with. And use protection. I don't care if you're both virgins – and I do not want confirmation of that from either of you – but you should still be careful. If you aren't mature enough to go buy condoms for yourselves, you aren't mature enough to have sex, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah, Dad. I think we get it."

"Good." Kurt took a deep breath, glad that his father hadn't done anything more embarrassing than tell his boyfriend about the pamphlets the man had picked up for Kurt several months earlier. "I think that just about covers it. Blaine, I know you were talking about going back to Dalton this morning to get your medication… if you boys want to go ahead, you can. Just make sure you call us when you get back."

"We will," Kurt replied, smiling at Blaine as the other boy got up and went upstairs to get his bag. "And Dad? Thanks for being understanding."

"Just be good to each other… I don't want to clean up a mess if things go badly between the two of you. You're my son, and Blaine might as well be at this point. This whole relationship thing is new for all of us, and it's going to take some getting used to." Kurt nodded, before he followed Blaine up the stairs. Kurt grabbed his messenger and duffle bags from their spot just inside the door of his bedroom before he walked down to Blaine's room.

"You ready to go?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah… I'm just trying to find the scarf I was wearing yesterday when we got here…"

"It's in my car. You left it there before we even came in the house. Although why you were wearing a scarf I still don't understand… it's almost May."

"Says the scarf king…" Kurt could tell from Blaine's tone of voice that he wasn't completely okay at that moment.

"Let's get you back to Dalton, get your meds back in your system. Before either my dad or Carole change their mind about being cool with the two of use being together and being roommates and everything." Kurt smiled at Blaine as the boy picked up his backpack and they started downstairs. "How you can pack for a whole weekend here in that one backpack I will probably never understand."

"It's called not caring that much about how I look. Being okay with wearing jeans and a tee shirt or a sweater on a regular basis when I don't have to wear a uniform," Blaine replied with a smile. Kurt reached out and took Blaine's hand, leading the boy back downstairs. They walked out to Kurt's SUV, throwing their things in the back seat.

"So… kind of random, but why did you decide to skip out on group yesterday? I thought it was helping." Kurt didn't look at Blaine as he asked the question, hoping that Blaine would be honest with him. It helped that Kurt needed to concentrate on the drive back to Dalton.

"Most of the people in the group started spring break yesterday… Nick and I were pretty much the only ones that were definitely going to be in town for this week. Next week is cancelled, too – combination of spring break and Easter." Kurt purposely reached out and took Blaine's hand before he said anything else.

"But you're doing okay, right?"

"I guess… I don't know if not having the medication is the problem, or if this is just me hitting a low point or something. It's not bad… I'm not like suicidal or seriously depressed or anything like that. But I don't feel great anymore." Kurt gently squeezed the older boy's hand.

"It'll be okay. We can deal with that."

"It isn't your responsibility to deal with all of that," Blaine replied.

"You aren't my responsibility… but I love you, Blaine. And I'm here for you, no matter what it is. I'm not telling you to talk to me because I feel like I have to… I want you to talk to me. I want to listen to what you have to say. And I want to be able to kiss it and make it all better, even though I know things aren't going to work that way. I'm here for you, okay?" Kurt smiled as he felt Blaine finally squeezing his hand back.

"Thank you, Kurt. It means a lot that you're sticking all of this out… I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with right now."

"When have you ever been easy to deal with?" Kurt replied with a smirk, doing his best to make it obvious that he was only joking.

"You know you love me, Kurt Hummel."

"I have since the day we met."

Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine's shoulders as they lay in bed verbally quizzing each other on French conjugations.

"We've been at this for over an hour. Can we please stop studying and relax for a little while?" Kurt asked, turning to look at the older boy.

"Please. I could use a rest too. And something to eat… I don't know what's going on, but I feel like I've been eating constantly. I'm surprised I haven't gained like, ten pounds in the past week." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"That doesn't sound good…"

"I know it's not. But can we not talk about the possible implications of this and talk about something else?"

"Blaine…"

"I don't want to talk about my health. Or my meds. Or anything that involves doctors or me being sick in any way, shape, or form. School – school is also off limits right now." Kurt nodded, knowing that Blaine wasn't going to budge on this until he was good and ready.

"Okay. No talk about any of that stuff. But promise me that you'll go see the nurse if it doesn't get better soon, okay? Or if you start feeling worse." Kurt watched as Blaine nodded, sighing.

"Fine. But it doesn't come up again, okay? I… I sort of wish that there was some way it could just go away. I don't think I can seriously deal with all of this…" Kurt rolled on his side so that he was face to face with his boyfriend, confused.

"Blaine… is there something you aren't telling me?"

"My mom was diabetic…" Blaine began. Kurt nodded, suddenly understanding.

"You're afraid. You think it might be that…" Kurt watched as Blaine nodded. "You realize that you have to see a doctor, don't you? This is serious… you could make yourself really sick. I want you to be okay." Kurt leaned down and pressed a kiss against Blaine's forehead. "First thing in the morning. We're going to the infirmary, before breakfast."

Blaine groaned at the thought. "You mean I have to get up early?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. You need to take care of yourself, and that means going to the doctor when you're not feeling well." Kurt planted another kiss against Blaine's forehead before the boy pulled away and got out of the bed. "Where are you going?"

"If you want me to go to the doctor in the morning, fine. But that means I need to go to bed earlier, which means that I need to get some more work done tonight."

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Kurt asked. He knew that it was better if he just admitted defeat in this situation rather than trying to fight his boyfriend on the issue. He would get further by letting Blaine do what he wanted now and using persuasion to get what he wanted from the other boy later.

"Would you mind getting me some water? I'm really thirsty…" Kurt got out of the bed and walked over to Blaine, kissing the top of his head.

"Sure thing, babe. I'll be right back."

Kurt picked up a cup and walked out of their dorm room, heading for the kitchen because there was a filter system for that sink. The water down there tasted a lot better than the water available in the rest of the building.

"Hey Kurt. How are things going?" Kurt glanced up at Wes as he heard the senior rummaging through the refrigerator, obviously looking for something.

"Well, my boyfriend is irritable, and apparently he's been hiding the fact that he might be sick from me for a couple of weeks," Kurt replied with a sigh. He could see the look of surprise on the older boy's face. "Yeah. That pretty much sums up what's going on in my life right now."

"You want me and David to deal with him for a while? Give you a break?" Kurt sighed and shook his head.

"I can handle it. I'm just frustrated that he kept all of this from me… he said he wouldn't do something like that, and now I feel like I'm having to force him to take care of himself again…"

"First of all, quit stressing. Blaine's a big boy, I'm sure he can take care of himself…"

"Wes, he's eating again like normal and he's still not gaining any of the weight he lost back. It's kind of hard to avoid worrying, you know?"

"And you stressing out like all of this is going to help him how, exactly?" Wes asked. Kurt sighed, shaking his head as he realized that the older boy was right. "Just convince him to go to the doctor tomorrow… that's the best you can do for him.

"Oh, we've already established that he's going. I'll drag him down to the infirmary if I have to."

"So what good is it going to do you to stress if you're already planning on doing the only thing you can really do to help him?"