Blaine grumbled as he drove around the block again. New York City parking is horrendous, he thought to himself. He approached NYADA's front entrance again looking for a spot. He had to pick Kurt up so they could make it to the hospital early enough – they didn't want to run into Cooper – they had decided to only deal with one Anderson at a time. He was scanning for a leaving car when he saw Kurt wave. The sight brought an instant smile to Blaine's face and a light flutter to his heart. There was his man as handsome as ever – he was wearing the outfit that he had helped pick out this morning.

"This morning," he chuckled to himself as he remembered. They both had been running behind as they hurried to dress and have breakfast. Kurt had told him that he would gladly skip breakfast if it meant fifteen more minutes in bed with him. They had taken thirty more minutes and so ate their bagels as they ran to the train.

He was brought out of this thoughts as he saw Kurt wave again from the sidewalk. He pulled up and turned on his hazards so Kurt could get in. Of course, this was New York City, a bombardment of horns started beeping behind him. Blaine rolled his eyes, waited for Kurt to buckle up then started moving again. "Hey babe," he said.

Kurt leaned over and kissed his cheek, "hi. How was your day?"

"I've been nervous all day, not really looking forward to this."

"I know, me either but I think we are doing the right thing," Kurt nodded. "I just hope we don't run into your brother."

Blaine turned onto the freeway, "well, we are in this together at least. That makes me feel a lot better."

Kurt gave a knowing smile and slid his hand over Blaine's. They rode silently all the way to the hospital. Blaine parked and they went in together. They walked into the elevator and pressed the sixth floor. They were the only two people in there. Blaine paced back and forth in the small space. It reminded Kurt of the time Sue had trapped them in the fake elevator at McKinley. He couldn't help but laugh… how crazy that day had been. He remembered how utterly disturbed he had felt yet deep down inside he had enjoyed spending that time with Blaine. He had watched him sleep and it had taken everything in him to not lay with him on the floor. If it hadn't been for Sue's cameras he surely would have.

"Kurt," Blaine's voice pierced his daydream. "Come on"

Kurt saw Blaine standing blocking the doors from closing and he stepped out. Both of them paused. Kurt grasped Blaine's hand, "we can do this."

"We can," Blaine affirmed.

"We are going to walk in there hand in hand and see your dad just like we talked about," Kurt looked at Blaine softly. "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

The two men walked into the hallway. Kurt felt very uneasy, he hated hospitals. He squeezed Blaine's hand as they found room 609. They looked at each other and walked in together.

Blaine's father was in his bed asleep. Blaine was shocked at how … sick … he looked. He was surprised at how much weight his dad had lost – at how fragile he seemed. He had oxygen tubes in his nose, an IV poked into his arm and other machines that Blaine didn't recognize flashed and beeped occasionally. He took in a deep breath and felt Kurt's hand press into his back. It was strong and soothing.

Kurt quietly moved a chair out for Blaine to sit and then grabbed another and placed it as close as he possibly could to Blaine's. They both sat silently. They didn't want to wake him; they were delaying the inevitable. Kurt covered Blaine's hand with his and leaned in, "courage," he whispered.

Blaine melted. He knew exactly what that meant. He looked at Kurt and smiled. He mouthed silently, "I love you," then rose and moved to his dad's bed and sat on its edge very gently. He clasped his dad's hand in both of his. His dad took a laboured breath as he opened his eyes. He smiled as he realized his youngest son was by his side, "Blaine," he said hoarsely.

"Shh," Blaine whispered. "I don't want you to talk dad. I just want you to listen. Can you do that?"

His dad nodded and squeezed his son's hand. He didn't see Kurt as Blaine was blocking his view. Kurt was holding his breath. He didn't want to make a sound or even the slightest movement.

Blaine continued, "Dad, I want you to know that I love you. I want you to fight this and get better so that we can be a family again. I am in your corner and I'm rooting for you," he paused to take a deep breath.

Kurt breathed with him.

"Dad I want to help you through this but I need you to know that while I'm at your side, while I'm being strong and supportive for you, Kurt will be there to be strong for me." He looked nervously into his dad's eyes. "We are a team and always have been. He is my best friend and my husband. And I would really love for you to meet him and accept us."

Kurt wanted to cry. Blaine said it all so beautifully. He was so proud of his husband. Blaine's father was silent for a long time. Blaine could only stare down at him and wait with baited breath.

"Son," he said. "No amount of fighting will make me better," a tear rolled down his cheek. "I am dying."

"No dad," Blaine protested.

"It's too late for me, Blaine. It's too late to fight this disease but it's not too late to meet your," he breathed in deeply, "husband."

Blaine closed his eyes; all the tears spilled down his face. His hands squeezed his dad's tightly as he began to sob. "Really?" He cried. "You'll meet him?"

His dad nodded as tears ran down his own cheeks. Blaine lifted one hand and reached it out to Kurt. Kurt realized that he was still holding his breath. He breathed, almost gasping as he stood at Blaine's gesture. He walked closer, hesitantly and took his husband's hand with a firm grip.

Blaine spoke, the emotion evident in his voice, "dad this is my husband Kurt."

"Mr. Anderson," he said. "I'm so sorry it's taken this long to meet you. I'm sorry we're meeting in this hospital but I am so happy to finally meet you. It means a lot to Blaine and to me."

His dad watched Kurt for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke, "Blaine would you please leave Kurt and me alone?"

Kurt wanted to die. No, don't leave me, he thought but didn't say. Blaine, a little confused, stood up and looked at Kurt, "I'll be right outside."

Kurt nodded and turned towards his father-in-law. His fingers stroked his wedding band for comfort.

"I'm dying Kurt."

The words shocked him. He could only stand silently with his hands clasped together.

"It took me lying in my death bed for me to realize that I'm all alone in this life. I made horrible mistakes which made me lose everything – my wife, my sons – even Cooper doesn't call me often. I was so wrapped up in my affairs, in my business, with my greed that I didn't even realize my son needed me until it was too late. I used his sexual orientation as an excuse to make it easier for me to push him away – but I never stopped loving him. I never stopped being proud of him. I just didn't know how to show it. I didn't have the courage to be a father," he paused and lifted his hand to his oxygen tubes and ripped them out.

"Oh, please don't take those out," Kurt said alarmed.

Blaine's dad ignored him and continued speaking, "I am a terrible father and a terrible father-in-law so I don't deserve to ask any favours of you, Kurt."

Kurt blinked back tears. He desperately wanted to be out of this room.

"But as a dying man, I need to ask you one thing please."

Kurt nodded silently with wide eyes.

"When Blaine was a little boy he asked me to take him to Disneyland. I always told him that I would take him one day – one day when I wasn't so busy. That day never came. I always found something more important to do," he broke down. His sobs came forcefully. "I never got to take my son to Disney. I never granted him this wish."

Kurt's own tears spilled and he nervously took his father-in-law's hand for the first time. He squeezed it gently.

"Kurt, please. Will you promise me that you will take him? I know it's silly. He's a grown man now," he cried. "But it would mean a lot to me. And I think to him too. Please, take care of my son."

Kurt was scared he was going to pass out so he sat on the edge of the bed where Blaine had been. He nodded and gasped out sobs, "I promise. I will take him. And I've already promised him and the universe that I will take care of him and love him forever. He's my soulmate, Mr. Anderson. He is safe with me. I promise."

"Thank you, son," he said. He squeezed Kurt's hand and closed his eyes. His breathing was raspy and his chest was labouring to breathe.

Kurt gently placed the oxygen tubes back into his nose. His father-in-law opened his eyes. Kurt asked gently, "Mr. Anderson, everything you just told me, why don't you say it to Blaine?"

"It would be too emotional. I don't want my son to see my final moments, Kurt."

"Please, Mr. Anderson. It's important that you tell Blaine how much you love him and accept him. He needs that from you," Kurt pleaded. "If not for him or for you then do it as a favour to me – for taking him to Disney."

He sighed deeply, "Go get him then."