A/N: This chapter is a bit of a filler. I blame this whole fourth of July weekend for the suckiness of this. I had absolutely no time to write, and ended up writing this along with two more chapters of my other stories in like two hours. It may not seem all that hard, but it was fucking hard. there;s a bunch of story breaks in here, mostly because I switch POV's for a while. you should be able to tell which is which.

Thank you all who review. You guys rock, and can I make a request? I am a shitty drawer and I kinda want someone to draw Kurt and Blaine in their happy place. I would do it myself but like I said I can't draw worth shit. So I call upon you my loyal readers, can someone do this please with cherries on top. Like I will seriously write a scene of your choice if you do this for me.

Anyways, selfish tendencies aside, on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: I once again own nothing.

"Kurt, I can walk." Blaine says, trying to shoo his boyfriend away.

"No, let me help you. I'm going to be your nurse for the next couple of days, so I should get started right now."

Blaine sighs, and allows Kurt to help him stand. He's just gotten discharged from the hospital this afternoon, and he's currently in the process of going from his hospital bed to the wheelchair brought in for him. He can actually walk just fine, but hospital rules say he has to leave the hospital in a wheelchair. Damn doctors.

Kurt was the only one who came to pick up Blaine, seeing as both his parents were still working on that big case, which was looking to take the case to New York. Blaine was all used to it though. His parents are loving, but hardly ever there.

"Are you sure you don't want to call your parents?" Kurt asks, as he helps Blaine into the wheelchair.

"I'm sure. They're working and as much as they love me, if they lose this case they'll be really mad." Blaine explains.

"I don't like the fact that they didn't pick you up."

"I don't either, but you're here." Kurt smiles a little at that.

"Of course I am."

Blaine smiles back if only for a second. "Now, wheel me out of here, navigator." he points forward, and Kurt giggles.

"You have to get tired of me thinking you're a dork."

"Never." It's true, Blaine actually likes it when Kurt calls him a dork. In his mind or out loud. Blaine takes pride in being a nerd, and even though Kurt jokes about it Blaine knows that he secretly loves it.

Kurt pushes Blaine forward, smiling at the nurses on the way.

"Run down the hall and let go." Blaine says, leaning forward a little to get more speed.

"Are you serious?" Kurt asks incredulously.

"Yes, that's the point of a wheelchair when you're not paralyzed." Blaine answers, giggling giddily.

"Do you want to break your ass again?" Kurt says, and Blaine immediately takes his statement back. No, thank you, his actually still hurts quite a bit. But thanks to painkillers he can hardly feel it.

"No, thank you."

"Aha, thought so."

Blaine scowls the rest of the way through the hospital. Despite the obvious danger, he wanted Kurt to propel him through the hospital like superman. Then he would really be a superhero.

"Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills," Kurt says once they get outside to where Kurt's navigator complete with Finn is waiting for them. "Are you really mad that I wouldn't push you down the hall?"

Blaine pouts, and turns his head away from Kurt childishly. "Hmph,"

"Blaine, that was dangerous." Blaine still keeps his head turned away from Kurt, but mutters something along the lines of 'fun killer.'

"Look, I'll make it up to you, I'll blow you tonight." Kurt whispers, and Blaine's head perks up.

"But wont that hurt my tooshie?" He inquires.

"Not with the painkillers, the doctor said the break isn't that bad. The pain is actually misleading you." Kurt explains, "me giving you a blow job should be just fine."

"Whoa dude, I did not need to hear that." Finn says, coming up to help Blaine into the car.

"Sorry, but don't act like you don't know Blaine and I have a sex life." Kurt says, flagging someone from the hospital to take the wheelchair back in.

"Can Blaine walk without the wheelchair?" Finn asks curiously.

"Yes, I can." Blaine says, walking over to the car with a slight limp.

"Why is Blaine limping if his ass is broken?"

Blaine glowers at Finn, who just passes it off as Blaine being irritable about his ass being broken.

"Finn, drive back to the house so we can drop you off before I take Blaine home." Kurt says, situating himself in the back with Blaine.

"He's not staying with us?"

"No, I'm staying with him."

"Did Burt let you do that?" Finn asks.

"Yeap, I carefully explained that Blaine was going to need all the help he can get, and since his parents weren't going to be around much I wanted to take care of him."

"What about school?" Finn says, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Blaine and I both board at Dalton. I'll go back tomorrow, but until Blaine's tooshie gets better I'll be sleeping over at his house."

Finn bursts out laughing, and Kurt actually leans forward to place his hand on the wheel to stop Finn from driving them over a cliff. "Finn, eyes on the fucking road!"

"Dude, tooshie?" Finn guffaws loudly. "That's got to be the funniest thing I've heard."

"Will it be funnier from the grave?" Kurt scolds, and smacks Finn's head with his free hand. "Look at the road! Geez, sometimes I wonder how you got your license."

"Sorry dude, here I stopped." Finn says, placing both hands firmly on the wheel. "Is Blaine alive back there? I don't hear anything from him."

"If I killed him just by laughing then that's going to be some record. Wait, I can't kill him with laughter… no I can't"

"I'm fine." Blaine pipes up from the back. And Finn breathes a sigh of relief.

"Okay, cool."

"Finn can you just drive, please." Kurt begs, and Finn nods.

"How long will I go to jail for if I murder my stepbrother?"

Blaine places his hand on Kurt's thigh. "A really long time. I hope you're not planning on doing it. I don't want to even think about what they'd do to a hot little slice like you in prison."

"I think what I'm worried about is that ghastly orange jumpsuit."

"Always the one to think about fashion."

"Of course."

Blaine giggles slightly and leans into Kurt's shoulder. "Finn can you turn the radio up?"

"No!" Kurt nearly yells, "I'll do it."

Blaine and Finn laugh quietly. "Yeah, you do it."

"Are you sure your parents don't mind me staying here for the week?" Kurt asks as they step into Blaine's grand house.

"They don't, Kurt. They're actually really glad you're keeping me company," Blaine says, and makes to walk up the stairs.

"Wait, let me help you," Kurt rushes forward and grabs Blaine by the waist.

"Kurt, I'm perfectly capable of- oh ouch that kind of hurts," Blaine winces at every step of the stairs. "Okay, my tooshie hurts now."

"It's the stairs," Kurt giggles. "You'll be fine once we're in your room."

"This way." Blaine says, leading the way up the stairs and into what was obviously his bedroom.

Kurt lets out a gasp as he steps in.

"Wow."

It's huge. So huge that a queen sized bed and a decent sized couch fit here without overcrowding. There's an entertainment center stocked with what looks like hundreds of movies, and a dark wooden desk that sits in the corner, complete with laptop, paperwork and all. On the far side of the room is where Blaine keeps his instruments, two beautiful acoustic guitars stand facing the room as if Blaine was showing them off, and right next to them was a beautiful ukulele and an electric guitar. Kurt's in complete awe of the room, he can't say anything because he was at a loss of words.

"It's a bit much," Blaine says, noticing his boyfriends silence. "I'm an only child, so my parents felt the need to spoil me. Don't worry they still keep me humble." he adds.

"I'll say. My god his room is gorgeous. How the hell have I never been here before?"

Blaine laughs lightly. "Kurt, are you okay?" He asks. Concerned at Kurt's silence.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just…wow."

"It's just a room," Blaine says, unfazed. "So, I feel like I smell like a hospital, do you need to help me in the shower, or…"

"No, you can shower on your own. If you need anything yell at me."

Blaine smiles and kisses Kurt's jaw lightly. "I'll be out in a few." he says before he disappears through the door.

"What do I do now?" Kurt wonders. "Hmm, let's explore," he wanders around the room, and finds various items that have him smiling. Clearly the room conveys Blaine's personality perfectly, the desk is strewn with papers; most of them are handwritten sheet music. Curiosity gets the best of Kurt and he starts leafing through stopping when he sees his name written on a sheet.

'Kurt's song (find a better title)' it reads in Blaine's scrawl.

Blaine wrote him a song? A boy actually wrote Kurt a song. Kurt smiles as he begins to read it, and puts the lyrics and music together. If the music sounds this beautiful in his head Kurt could only imagine it played with actual instruments. He feels his eyes begin to water and puts the paper back in it's place to avoid ruining it with his tears. He crosses the room to Blaine's bed and sits next to his bedside table. He notices his face staring back at him from the table and leans in to see. It's a picture of himself.

When did Blaine get this?

Oh, now he remembers. Blaine took this picture. It's a picture of himself sitting in the senior commons looking through his sheet music. Kurt remembers that Blaine had said his name and he had looked up, smiling briefly so that Blaine could take the picture. At the time Kurt didn't know why Blaine had wanted a photo of him, but now he knows. Blaine had been smitten with him since last year, when this was taken.

Kurt smiles widely, and lays back onto Blaine's pillows and dozes off.

Blaine walks back into his room after his refreshing shower and very nearly giggles when he sees his boyfriend sleeping soundly on his bed, a picture of himself clutched in his hands.

I don't want to wake him up, he looks so cute.

Blaine really doesn't want to, but the pain in his ass is coming back and he really needs Kurt to run downstairs to get him a glass of water to take his medicine with. Even though he hates himself for doing this, Blaine walks over and gently shakes his boyfriend to rouse him from his slumber.

"Hey there Sleeping Beauty," Blaine smiles. "Is my room that boring that you felt the need to doze off?"

"No!" Kurt says immediately. "No, I'm just a tad bit tired, I didn't get so much sleep last night."

"Why not?" Blaine says.

"I was up most of the night worrying about you." Kurt admits.

"Oh Kurt, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine?"

"I know, I know; I just can't help it. I worry a lot." Kurt chews on his bottom lip, and Blaine reaches out and plucks it, pulling it away from Kurt's teeth.

"And I love that you worry about me, but don't overexert yourself. You'll make yourself sick with all that worrying. Either that or you'll get gray hairs."

"I will not." Kurt says, his hands flying up to smooth his hair.

"You will too. Then I'm going to go broke for buying you loads of hair dye." Blaine laughs at Kurt's horrified expression.

"Then I won't be pretty anymore."

"You're not pretty, you're beautiful." Blaine says, loving the blush that creeps up on Kurt's cheeks.

"No, I'm not." "I'm too skinny, I have pear hips, I'm too tall, and I have a bubble butt."

"You really need to stop doing that." Blaine says, looking at Kurt in the eye.

"What?"

"The whole I'm just an ugly hermit thing. You're literally the most beautiful person I've met. Inside and out."

Kurt smiles sheepishly. "Is that why you wrote me a song?" he asks timidly.

Blaine looks to his desk and finds his papers in a different order than how he's left them. Well, they were in order now.

"Oh, he's not saying anything. Should I not have said that. Oh, I shouldn't have looked."

"You saw it?" Blaine asks.

"I snooped around for a bit," Kurt admits. "Sorry."

"Kurt you have nothing to apologize for. I was going to show you anyway." Blain says, leaning forward to get closer to Kurt. "Did you like it?"

Kurt shakes his head. "I loved it."

"Really?"

Kurt pulls Blaine in for a kiss. "Really. I nearly cried."

"You did not."

"I did. It was beautiful."

Blaine smiles, going a little red. "It's all for you."

"I love you. Have I told you that yet?"

"Like a million times, but keep on saying it. I never get tired of hearing it."

Kurt smiles wide, and leans in for yet another kiss. "Je t'aime, mon amour."

"Je t'aime aussi, chers"

Kurt smile even bigger. "Ahh, I love when you speak French, it's so sexy. Almost as sexy as when you speak Italian. I said almost."

Blaine giggles, and makes to move closer to Kurt but a sharp pain in his tooshie stops him.

"Kurt, baby, do you think you can get me a glass of water from the kitchen?"

"Sure, I just need to know where it is."

"Just walk down the stairs and take a right, go straight and then make a left. It's the first door." Blaine informs him.

"Okay, I'll be right back. I'll bring the bags while I'm at it." Kurt kisses Blaine' forehead and walks out of the room. Blaine throws himself down onto the bad and then regrets it instantaneously.

"Ow, my ass." He groans, and gingerly positions himself so that he's sitting against the headboard.

Oh, this next week is going to be hell.

A/N: See, filler. I'm sorry about the shitty quality of this chapter you guys. I promise next chapter will be better.

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