Prompt- I Will- The Beatles

Blaine

It's nearly six in the morning by the time Kurt goes back to sleep, and in all honesty, that's what I want to do too, but there's work to be done, and that means leaving Kurt under the watchful eye of Rachel for a couple of hours while I go into the office, and then we swap so she can go back to class.

It's been this way for days, but Kurt does at least seem to be slowly getting better. He can sit for more than a few minutes now, and managed some soup that Michelle and Carla made. I'm hopeful that soon, I can get him back to the apartment, because five nights on the floor and crappy wifi is really starting to get to me.

"You have one week until you're in court, Blaine," my mom warns me when I rush into the office. "One week, and you're telling me that yet again you can only stay for a couple of hours."

"I know, I know, but I'm doing all the work I can from home, I swear."

"Home," she scoffs. "You're not at home, you're sleeping on the floor of a college boy's dorm, for goodness sake. Hardly the place for a senior lawyer."

"Wherever Kurt is, is home."

"Oh please. I think I've just been sick in my mouth." She heads for the door, but she gives a small smile as she says it and then she stops. "How is he?"

"Getting there. I want to try and get him back to the apartment if I can, and then back to his dad for a few days."

"Good. I like him." She nods, almost to herself. "Yes. I'm glad he's getting better."

"Coffee!" Linda calls loudly. "Hello, Nadine. Coffee?"

"No thank you, some of us have real work to do."

"Excellent. Now, Blaine, I know you missed visiting Cooper this weekend, because of Kurt, but I was thinking I could sit with him later, if you like, and you could quickly run up there."

"I can't. Just in case I'm getting sick. Doctor said to wait a week."

"Of course. Damn. Well, I'll ask Claire if she can call in some extra."

"No, don't do that. She does enough."

"I'm asking anyway."

"I think my mom quite likes Kurt, you know."

"Yes, she does. I overheard her telling someone the other day."

"She's always going to be difficult though, isn't she?"

Linda sits on the desk, and rests a hand on my shoulder. "Yes, she is," she says softly. "But you know what's lead her to be this way, Blaine. You know what's shaped her."

"That's true."

I drift off, thinking of mom's life; a life full of expectation and demands, both from her and those that she's placed on others. A life of tragedy, too; she lost her brother when she was young, and then lost her ex-husband in an accident during which her son ended up as a quadriplegic. It gets me to thinking whether she's really only so hard on me because she's scared.

"You're useless," she suddenly announces, invading both my thoughts and my office. "You were supposed to have met with Frank and Sally at ten this morning."

"I was?"

"I'm warning you, Blaine, don't mess this up. You know what will happen if you lose this case."

The juggling continues.

I pack as much work into two hours as I can, including a quick meeting with my team, and then I race back to Kurt, who is sitting up in bed and actually smiling.

"Oh thank God. Hey, you think you can make it back to mine? It'd just be so much easier for me to look after you there; I can work from my office, and Carla and Michelle can be around... Plus the bed's big enough for both of us."

Kurt watches me rushing about. "Sure."

"Great, good. Wonderful. Let's do that, then, let's go."

Kurt is unsteady on his feet, and every step out to the car seems to take forever, but eventually we're on our way, with most of his closet packed into bags, it seems. As stubborn as ever, Kurt then insists on walking from the car to the apartment, even though it would be much quicker for me to carry him, and the result is that by the time we get inside, he falls face first onto the bed and stays there.

"You okay?"

"Home."

"What?"

"Feels like I'm home."

"Oh." I straighten up, appreciating the rush of warmth that comment brings. "Good. Right. Work to do."

I work solidly while Kurt sleeps. Then I feed him soup, then I work some more. Then I help him to shower, then I work some more. Then night falls, and Kurt sleeps, and I sneak down to the office to work even more. Whatever happens, I will not lose this case. I will not let people down.

"Blaine!"

"Huh?"

I lift my head to find Kurt in the doorway of the office, clinging on to the wall.

"Was I asleep?"

"Yeah."

"Damn. Right. I just need to..."

"You just need to nothing, Blaine, come to bed."

"I can't, Kurt. I've got..."

"No, listen to me. You're doing too much. You need to rest, Blaine. You're so worried about losing this case, but you will lose if you're too tired to concentrate on anything. Come on, come and hold me. It feels like forever since I was in your arms."

It's hard to give in, but when I do sink into bed, and Kurt cuddles close, I find myself relaxing so much that the tears come for the second time in twenty four hours.

"Jeez. What is wrong with me?"

"Years of pent up emotion," Kurt answers bluntly. He kisses each one away, then smiles down at me. "I love you, you know that? I think I told you the other day, but I wasn't really with it, so I'm saying it now. I love you, Blaine. I think you're the most special person I've ever met."

That only brings more tears, but I blink them away as fast as I can, and kiss him gently on the lips. "I love you too."

"How do you feel after last night?"

"Better, I think. Like I can breathe a bit. I'm sorry if I made a fool of myself, and if I rambled. You probably wanted to sleep, and I just..."

"Are you kidding? Blaine, we both needed to hear all of that, out loud, and I'm so grateful that you shared it all with me. I love you, I told you. I want to share in your life, and that means the good and the bad, the happy and the painful."

"Thank you."

Kurt settles down, his head on my chest. It feels amazing, to finally have him here with me again.

"You know what else you said last night?"

"No, what?"

"You said you'd met your soulmate."

"I was talking about someone else."

"I'm sure."

I laugh, ecstatic to feel his laughter too. "I'll love you forever," I say, lifting his chin so that I can study him in the dim light. "Always."

"You will?"

"I will."

"I like the sound of that, Blaine. I don't know where life will take us; whether it'll always be plain sailing or whether there's a hundred twists and turns ahead, but I'll love you forever, too, soulmate."

"You will?"

Kurt sighs contentedly and snuggles closer. "I will."