Wednesday mid-morning Blaine was released from the hospital. Burt and Kurt took him home where Carole was cleaning the loft and stocking the fridge for the boys. She had frozen a few meals for them, judging by the amount of take-out menus in the kitchen they didn't cook for themselves often. And the lack of food in the fridge just made her shake her head. Her motherly instinct kicked in and she felt the need to make sure they ate properly. It was always bitter-sweet for Carole to be around Kurt and Blaine. In the same year she lost one son but gained a third. She hated that she'd never see Finn get married, have kids, live happily ever after but she was so ecstatic that she could watch Kurt and Blaine do all of that and more. It was a hard line to walk through but every day she did it out of love for her three boys. She had just finished putting the fresh clean sheets on Kurt and Blaine's bed when the loft door slid open. Burt was carrying Kurt's overnight bag and Blaine's duffel bag. Kurt had his arms around Blaine letting Blaine lean on Kurt while they made their way into the loft.

Carole came over to the boys, "I'm so glad you are home honey." She said hugging Blaine.

"Me too." He said softly. He leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Let's get you to bed. The doctor said you should still rest." Kurt said.

"Couch. I'm sick of lying down all the time." Blaine requested. Kurt nodded. He understood how Blaine felt. Granted he was home sooner but he still knew that feeling of being stuck in a bed for far too long. The couple carefully made their way to the couch while Burt put their bags in their room and Carole made herself busy in the kitchen preparing lunch.

"Do you need anything? Are you cold? Hungry? Need something to drink? Comfortable? Do you need…." Kurt fussed over Blaine.

"Kurt." He said softly yet it made Kurt stop in his tracks. Blaine closed his eyes and took a breath, "Just." He sighed, "Just shut up and sit with me." He shook his head softly. He loved how much Kurt cared about him but sometimes he needed Kurt just to be there and that was more than enough.

Kurt nodded and pulled Blaine close, "I love you." He said for what must have been the thousandth time since this whole ordeal started.

Blaine tucked his feet sideways under his legs and leaned against Kurt, "Love you." He murmured softly. Kurt ran his hand through the curls atop Blaine's head. As much as he protested, Kurt convinced Blaine that gelling his hair before he came home was pointless since he'd just shower and wash the gel out anyway later that day. Blaine was still taking pain medication so he didn't have much fight in him for that argument anyway.

"Are you guys hungry?" Burt asked sitting on the ottoman.

Kurt looked down at Blaine who had dozed off, "Let me see if I can get him to bed and then I'll eat." Kurt said softly. Burt smiled, nodded his head and went to help Carole in the kitchen, "Sweetheart. C'mon. Let's get you in bed." Kurt shifted Blaine so he could put his weight on Kurt for the short walk to their bedroom. Kurt gently deposited Blaine on the bed. He took off Blaine's shoes, neatly sliding them under the bed. Next he pulled off Blaine's socks knowing how he hated sleeping with socks on and helped pull the covers up over his love. Blaine sighed as Kurt tucked him in. Kurt brushed his hand over Blaine's check, "I love you." He whispered. Kurt stood up from the bed but was called back immediately.

"Kurt?" Blaine said in his sleep.

"Yes honey." Kurt looked down with concern.

Blaine held out his hand, "Don't leave me." Kurt smoothed Blaine's hair before kissing him softly.

"I'm just going to get lunch with dad and Carole. I'm not going far." Kurt promised, "If you need me, just call me. I'll be right here." He said, "You should go back to sleep."

Blaine looked like he wanted to try to argue but still wasn't up to it. So he nodded his head, "Okay."

Kurt sat by Blaine's side rubbing his back, running his fingers through Blaine's hair, touching him softly, until he was sure Blaine was asleep. He closed the privacy curtain they had left up after Rachel left. Usually it stayed open but it was nice to have the option to close it when guests were over. Kurt took his seat at the kitchen table as Carole passed him a plate with some strawberries, veggie chips, and his favorite sandwich on it. White bread, sliced turkey, with thin avocado strips, a slice of provolone and a tiny bit of low-fat mayonnaise to bring it all together.

"You going to be okay if we head back home later today?" Burt asked. Their plane was scheduled to leave that evening but if he thought for a second that Kurt or Blaine needed him or Carole to stay they would change their flight. He also knew that Kurt and Blaine needed to be alone and he didn't want to overstep.

"Should be fine." Kurt answered, "Plus you'll be back in a little over a week for Christmas anyway." The three made small talk while they ate lunch. Christmas, Blaine, Gabe, and New Years were the top conversation pieces. Once they were all finished Kurt insisted that Carole leave the dishes in the sink. She had already done so much for him and Blaine she didn't need to do more.

"I really hope they find a family for that poor baby." Carole said continuing the conversation about Gabriel.

"Me too." Burt put his arm around the back of the couch and Carole, "I'd hate to see him slip through the system."

"Blaine mentioned calling the social worker for a visit again sometime before Christmas. I think we should get him some presents. I know he's still really little so he probably doesn't understand it all but it's his first Christmas without his mom." Kurt's voice trailed off, "I know what that's like."

"Oh honey." Carole reached her hand out and grasped Kurt's hand.

"I just hate to think that he's with strangers. People he doesn't know, at all. Not that he knows me that much but Blaine's babysat and seen him almost two to three times a week for the past month." Kurt sighed.

"I think that's sweet that the two of you are thinking about him." Carole squeezed Kurt's hand. She smiled sweetly.

"Your mom would be proud of you, you know that right?" Burt said softly, "You're marrying someone who would move mountains for you. You don't let anyone tell you who to be or how to act the way they think you should. You care about everyone. You have one of the biggest hearts I've ever seen. You are such a great kid. There's no way she could be anything but proud."

"Dad." Kurt wiped a tear from his eye. Burt got up and pulled his son into a tight bear hug, "You had a lot to do with it too."

"I can't take all the credit. It's all you." Burt kissed Kurt's head, "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, Dad." Carole watched her husband and step-son reminisce, "I hope she'd be proud of me. Finn too." Kurt said.

Carole stood and wrapped her arms around both men, "Finn was always proud of you. Always." She held onto Kurt tightly, "Even if he didn't show it. He never stopped talking about how happy he was for you or how proud he was that you got into NYADA or how he was so excited for you and Blaine. You were one of his most talked about topics." She smiled sadly.

A few tears shed and a few tight hugs later Burt realized that if he and Carole wanted to catch their plane home they had to get going. More hugs, kisses and goodbyes were shared.

"You call us if you need anything." Carole said, "There are some freezer meals in there and I wrote on the bags how to re-heat them. Also I stocked up your pantry and fridge. You boys need to eat better."

"Keep us updated on everything. And don't forget to get some rest yourself. You need to take care of yourself to take care of Blaine." Burt pulled Kurt in for one last hug.

"I will." Kurt promised, "Thank you so much. We really really appreciate everything you guys do for us."

"Always." Carole kissed his check, "I love you."

"I love you." Kurt hugged her tight. He missed his mom but Carole couldn't be a better step-mom.

"Here." Burt handed him a twenty dollar bill, "Some food money, and some money for the subway or a taxi." He said pulling out another sixty dollars, "And some money for a night out for you guys." He slid a fifty into Kurt's hand, "And take some for getting Blaine some flowers or something to make him feel better. And here's just some 'dad' money." When he was done Kurt had two hundred dollars in his hand.

"Dad." Kurt said.

"Just take it. You guys can use it for whatever." Burt insisted. He knew they wanted to do this on their own which is why Kurt insisted that his father not help pay the bills when he first moved. But Burt couldn't just sit by and watch Kurt and Blaine miss work, lose out on money they needed because of this horrible incident. He knew there was no way Kurt would give it back if Burt insisted he keep it.

"Thank you." Kurt said sincerely sliding the cash into his back pocket, "I love you. I'll see you in about a week." He hugged his father closely.

"Love you too kid. And when that young man wakes up you make sure he knows we love him too." Burt pulled his and Carole's suitcase behind him as they walked out the door. Kurt watched as they disappeared into the elevator already missing both of them.