Kurt looked around his stark white room and sighed.

"I might as well be back in the hospital."

Blaine squeezed his hand, noticing uncomfortably that there were still spots in the room stained pink where the blood hadn't been cleaned completely off.

"Is the fact I actually want to get dressed an improvement?" Kurt made a half hearted attempt at humor.

Blaine smiled warmly, "After wearing a hospital gown for that long I think anyone would be desperate for real clothes."

Kurt dressed simply and went to lay down in his bed. Therapy and getting home had been more activity than he had done in a while and he was exhausted.

"Are you ok for a little bit, I need to go home and get some things?"

"Yea, I'm just going to take a nap. I'm worn out."

It broke Blaine's heart to see Kurt in such a state that every single movement and thought took such an effort. He looked back as he went upstairs, hating the way Kurt looked. In that sterile white room laying on that plain bed with nothing but white sheets on it, with his eyes closed he looked cadaverous, like he was laying in wait in a morgue. Blaine shuddered, that room needed some major changes.

Xxxx

After packing what he needed, Blaine left his house and headed back to Kurt's. Burt was waiting for him.

"Blaine I just think there are a few things we need to talk about. If you're ok with it I think it might be best if you slept in Kurt's room. I trust you guys aren't going to be doing anything considering the state Kurt is in. And honestly I'll feel better knowing he isn't alone. So if you're ok with it I can bring a mattress down there for you."

"That's completely fine Mr. Hummel. I promise you can trust me to take care of him."

"You've done a better job taking care of him than I have." Burt's voice was heavy, as much as Blaine felt like the 'proper' thing to do would deny Burt's statement he couldn't lie like that. He squeezed Burt's shoulder, feeling like somehow their roles had just reversed for a moment, and went downstairs.

Kurt was sleeping peacefully when Blaine walked in. Blaine kissed his cheek and set to work. He draped the slightly worn quilt he had slept under for most of his life over Kurt's frail form, knowing the grandmother who made it for him would approve. He then set about placing the other things he had brought around the room. Several framed pictures of the two of them, a collage of little things he had kept, like the cardboard coffee cup sleeves from their first coffee date, their names scribbled on them, their tickets from when they had gone to see rent, the cover of Katy Perry's teenage dream album, the napkin Kurt had scribbled his number on. It was a little stalker-ish bordering obsessive he would admit but a nice touch in this case. He added a few candles and little trinkets, stacked some CD's by the radio, threw his shag rug on the floor. The end result was a little chaotic, a hybrid of both their rooms, and Blaine decided to go out and look for some furniture or something to try to tie it all together. He figured something like that would be good for Kurt, a brief foray into interior design, try to pique his interest in something.

Kurt woke shortly after, and glanced at the quilt curiously.

"I don't think I've ever seen this before..."

Blaine chuckled, "I brought some stuff over, your room was so...barren. It was creepy."

Kurt snuggled against the worn quilt inhaling the scent that was just...Blaine, his body wash, shampoo, deodorant, peppermint, and whatever else it was Blaine smelled like. Still lacking energy Kurt looked up at Blaine with vulnerable, trusting eyes.

"Lay with me for a little bit?"

Blaine lay down and Kurt almost immediately buried himself in his arms. When Blaine held him it seemed like maybe things would be ok again. He felt safe and loved for the first time. If only he could live his whole life in his arms.

Xxxx

"Mr. Hummel?"

"What Blaine?"

"I was just wondering when Kurt was supposed to go back to school? And does anyone there know what happened?"

"We haven't decided when yet, and pretty sure Finn hasn't told anyone."

Blaine just nodded and went back down to Kurt's room, reluctant to leave the the younger boy alone for long. He seemed much better, but he was still far from fine. And being completely honest with himself Blaine would admit he was still a little scared of how empty and distant Kurt's once vibrant, glass eyes still were, even if they did show the rarest glimmer of a spark occasionally now.

Xxxx

Blaine was upstairs making a cup of chamomile tea to help him sleep when he heard the scream echoing from Kurt's room. He ran downstairs to find the delicate teen tangled in his blankets, twisting, screaming and sobbing, his body slick with sweat. Blaine could only imagine how horrific a nightmare would have to be to have that effect. And considering what Kurt had been dealing with, the terrors plaguing his dreams were likely uncomfortably close to the reality of the past months. Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed and gently started shaking Kurt's shoulders.

"Please wake up, it's just a dream Kurt." Blaine continued to shake and plead with Kurt. Burt ran into the room looking disoriented.

"Oh god what happened I heard screaming." His speech was slurred with sleep as he panicked.

"Just a nightmare."

Kurt had finally stopped screaming, and had just begun to open his eyes. As he saw Blaine hovering over him he knotted his hands into the material of his
shirt, clinging to him, burying his face in his shoulder as he continued to cry. Blaine's wrapped his arms protectively around Kurt, hugging him closer as he lay down slowly with him, keeping him cradled to his chest. He stroked Kurt's hair, making soothing noises, feathering his lips on the top of his head as Kurt cried into his neck and shoulder.

Burt was still standing in the room, feeling uncomfortable, like he was intruding on something immensely private, watching an intimate moment no one was supposed to see. The only thing he could liken it to was if her had walked in on the two of them having sex, intimate, loving, tender, private. There was something...intense, about the way Blaine looked at Kurt, the look in his eyes so much more mature than any teens should be, the suggestion of how much deeper their relationship was compared to most teenage loves. Blaine watched over Kurt like he was ready to take a bullet for him at any minute, Burt didn't think had ever seen two people look at each other the way Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, especially not two people so young. Kurt was taller but Blaine's broader build enveloped him, curled around him like he was trying to hide him away from the world. Burt left them, still pondering how two young boys could have such a connection, knowing that as long as Blaine was around he could trust that Kurt was safe.