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A/N: I apologize for a lot of things. The wait. The shortness of this chapter. The lack of quality writing in it. Lots of things came up and tomorrow is my last day of school so I can get back to writing regularly. Enjoy!


November 16, 2011

4:15 PM

Burt was adamant about knocking on their door and warning them six times a day that nothing inappropriate better be going on in there, but other than that no one really had much contact with Kurt or Blaine since Blaine came home. That night, Blaine had come in and silently eaten sandwich after sandwich until he couldn't eat anymore, then Kurt told him he wanted to go upstairs. They hadn't been seen since.

And for the record, nothing inappropriate was going on in there. It was just Kurt and Blaine, lying on the bed, curled around each other, whispering soft declarations of love and commitment and occasionally they would kiss for a long time but it never went beyond that.

Blaine insisted they couldn't leave until this rocky patch in the road of their lives was fixed. It took five long days, but by the time Blaine emerged from the bedroom pushing Kurt down the hallway in his wheelchair, it seemed like everyone knew it was going to be all right.

Finn had just arrived home from Glee practice – they of course dominated at Sectionals, no surprise – and Burt was sitting on the couch nursing a beer. Blaine entered the room, Kurt in his arms curled against his chest. They smiled at Burt as Blaine set Kurt on the couch, before going back upstairs to get Kurt's wheelchair.

"Hi Dad," Kurt said, looking over at Burt with a dreamy smile on his face.

"How are you feelin', kiddo?" Burt asked, looking over his son.

"Good," Kurt said. "How are things at the shop?"

"Business is booming," Burt said, watching Kurt smile as Blaine entered the room with his wheelchair. Blaine set it beside the couch and sat on the other side of Kurt. "Blaine," Burt said gruffly.

"Good afternoon, sir," Blaine said. He was hesitant to address Burt informally after that night out on the lawn. There was still a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that the moment with Burt had reminded him a little too much of the fight with his own father.

Kurt snuggled close to Blaine, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and hugging his bicep. Burt asked Kurt what he felt like watching on TV, and Kurt replied that he didn't mind, really. Whatever Burt wanted to watch. Burt turned on football.

"The Buckeyes have been having one of the best seasons in a while." Burt took a sip of his beer and stared straight ahead at the TV.

"Yeah, they've been playing really well," Blaine said. Burt confirmed with a hum and tried to ignore the way his son snuggled even close to his future son-in-law.

"So, you boys are good?" Burt asked.

"Better than ever," Kurt replied. It was silent after that as they watched the game. After a while Finn came in to join them and for the first time in a long time, everything seemed like it might be all right.

. ~ . ~ .

Later that night

10:02 PM

"I love your hair, now that it's all long and curly."

"I love your skin, how it's always so soft and pale."

"I love your ass in a pair of jeans."

"Kurt, I'm blushing."

"Well sometimes I just wanna grab it. But usually my dad's in the room."

"Well I love your lips, especially when they're kissing mine."

Kurt let out an adorable high pitched giggle and leaned closer to Blaine, pressing his soft lips to Blaine's. Blaine smiled into the kiss and draped am arm over Kurt's waist. Kurt pressed closer, his tongue sliding over Blaine's bottom lip. He ran a hand up Blaine's side, pushing his t-shirt up. When his hand came in contact with Blaine's hot skin, Blaine's breath hitched and he pulled away.

"Kurt?" Blaine's hand pressed hard into the small of Kurt's back. Kurt pulled back and looked at Blaine with worried eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

"I trust you," Kurt said. "You were drunk when it happened and the only reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid of how you would react. Now we're past that."

"I love you," Blaine sighed, leaning forward and kissing Kurt again. Kurt continued to move his hand up Blaine's side, moving over his chest and running his fingers through the hair there. Blaine pulled Kurt closer, which consisted of two ungraceful movements. The first being his top half, where Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's lower back and pulled him, and the second being a not-so-smooth attempt to reached down around Kurt's knees and pull his legs the rest of the way.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelped suddenly. Blaine retracted immediately and put a good two feet of distance between them. He looked up and down his boyfriend, looking for something he could've hurt. Kurt just stared up at him, his eyes absolutely huge as he trembled.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?" Blaine asked worriedly. Kurt shook his head stiffly, as if he were in shock. "Then what is it?"

"Just…I…Blaine!" Kurt stared at him for a moment longer before rolling onto his back and flinging the bed covers off him. "Blaine, my toes!"

Blaine looked down, seeing Kurt's feet in the faint moonlight through his open window. At first he didn't know what he was looking for, but then he saw it. The faintest of movements. The tiniest little twitch, but it was there. Kurt moved his toe.

"Oh my god, Kurt." Blaine sat up and moved closer to Kurt's feet, watching as Kurt's toe wiggled back and forth.

"Is it…"

"Kurt you're…"

"It's really moving." Kurt sat up and stared in awe at the appendage. The moving appendage. Blaine shoved the maroon blankets away from Kurt's body and watched Kurt moving his toes on his right foot.

"Can you move anything else?" Blaine asked. He watched Kurt staring at his lower body attentively, his right foot stilling as the toes on his left foot began to make the same movements.

"Just my toes. I'm trying to move my leg but it's not happening," Kurt said.

"Still, Kurt, you're moving!" Blaine couldn't contain his excitement as he jumped off the bed, his feet thudding on the floor. Kurt looked up at him in wonder, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I thought I couldn't." Kurt reached out to Blaine, wanting him to come back and be closer. Blaine stayed by the edge of the bed, grinning like an idiot as he stared at Kurt.

Suddenly the door opened and Burt and Carole peered in.

"What's going on in here, boys? You're making an awful lot of noise," Carole said. Kurt grinned, teeth and all, and looked up at his parents.

"Dad, I can move my toes!" Kurt said excitedly. Burt looked between Blaine and Kurt, taking a minute to fully understand what that meant. He flipped on the bedroom light and stared at Kurt, lying vulnerable on the bed, pointing at his feet as he wiggled the toes on both feet.

"Kurt…" Burt moved into the room, Carole close behind him with her hand over her mouth as she tried not to cry.

"I'm getting better, Dad! You didn't think I would but I am." Kurt pulled himself up and looked between Blaine and Burt.

"Buddy, we knew you could do it. You got your mom in you," Burt said. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at Kurt with a smile.

"Does this mean I'll get to walk? If I just give it some time the rest of my legs will start working too, right?" Kurt looked around the room, searching for hope in the uncertain looks in everyone's faces. "Right?"

"Of course," Blaine said. "You've come this far. You can make it."

"Promise?" Kurt looked up at Blaine, smiling at him hopefully.

"Promise," Blaine confirmed with a nod.

. ~ . ~ .

November 17, 2011

11:12 AM

Blaine hadn't been with the Kurt to the doctor's in a long time, but this time he insisted on accompanying Kurt as his doctor did the routine x-rays and scans to assess the newest development. Burt and Carole were also there, and Kurt's doctor joked that the whole family was there minus Finn.

"Well Finn has to go to school," Kurt said matter-of-factly.

"And Blaine doesn't?" the doctor countered, sneaking a smile to Blaine as he checked Kurt's heart and his breathing.

"I…I dropped out," Blaine admitted, much to the disapproving glances of both Burt and Carole.

The room was silent for a while except for Kurt's simple answers to the doctor's questions about how he was feeling. After twenty minutes, the doctor asked Kurt to change into a gown so they could run some more tests. Burt and Carole stepped outside the room, but Kurt asked Blaine to stay. When they were alone, Kurt just sat awkwardly staring at the hospital gown he'd been given.

"Do you need help?" Blaine asked.

"You need to go back to school," Kurt said.

"Kurt, I can't go back now. I've missed so much and I've pissed so many people off. I can work at your dad's shop and save up enough money that we can live together." Blaine sat on the edge of Kurt's bed and took his left hand, running his fingers over to ring on Kurt's finger.

"Don't be stupid, Blaine, if I can't even get dressed without help, there is no way we're going to be able to get a place just the two of us," Kurt snapped. "All your dreams for us are delusional. We're going to be stuck living with my dad forever unless I can get out of this wheelchair and you can finish school."

"That's not true…"

"You're swimming in denial, Blaine! You just want to be happy so you're creating all these crazy visions that we can actually be happy together forever." Kurt raised his voice as he sat up and started to undress himself to change as the doctor had requested.

"You don't think there's hope for us?"

"I didn't say that! Do. Not. Put words. In my mouth." Kurt sent an icy glare towards his boyfriend. "I love you, Blaine, but this accident changed our lives. You have to believe me when I say that I want nothing more than that future with you, but I don't think it's going to happen."

"So…you don't think there's hope for us."

"I didn't say that! I said I didn't think that future was gonna happen, not that a future won't happen. I want you, Blaine! I don't want anyone else!" Kurt was getting frustrated. Since Blaine returned he'd been so unsure about himself and Kurt hated it. Kurt was in love with nice, funny, dapper, confident Blaine who loved him back, not this worried and weak Blaine who needed constant reassurance.

"Kurt, I love you and I just want what's best for you," Blaine said. He stood and helped Kurt out of his pants. Kurt didn't have to ask for help anymore – not that he ever really did, he had too much pride – because Blaine knew exactly when Kurt needed him.

"Then do something for yourself once in a while. You're no good to me weak, Blaine. I need you to be strong," Kurt said.

"I try to be strong for you, but it's so fuckin' hard sometimes," Blaine confessed. Kurt looked up at him with glistening blue eyes. "You're just…you're you, Kurt, and everything you've been through is so much and I just admire you and think I could never be as strong as you are."

"No, Blaine," Kurt whispered softly. "You're stronger."

Blaine couldn't help the smile that spread over his face as he clutched Kurt's soft hand.

"I love you so damn much, Kurt Hummel." He brought Kurt's hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles.

"I love you too, Blaine Anderson." Kurt moved his hand to cup Blaine's stubbly cheek. "Let's make a deal."

"Yeah?" Blaine raised one dark eyebrow and covered Kurt's hand with his own, feeling the soft, cool skin under his palm. He leaned into it, feeling close to Kurt.

"I will put everything into learning to walk again, and I mean everything. I'll do the physical therapy and I'll take the pills and I'll try every day to make something work…you know…like I was too stubborn to do before. I'll do it all if you promise me that you'll do what I ask." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes and saw him hanging on Kurt's every word. "You have to go back to school, and you have to join Glee club, and you have to take them to Nationals and win, and then you have to graduate from high school."

"I don't know, Kurt, that's an awful lot to ask of someone," Blaine said, half-way teasing.

"Well it's an awful lot to ask someone to walk who can only move their toes, don't you think?" Kurt smiled as he said it, despite the attitude in his words.

"Good point," Blaine chuckled. "Well, then, Mr. Hummel, I think we have a deal."

"Do we, Mr. Anderson?"

"Only if we seal it with a kiss."

Kurt smiled and leaned forward. They met halfway, pressing their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss.


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