AN: I know you guys probably aren't happy with me, but I have been in the hospital and unable to write. I'm really sorry. I will be finishing this soon and then might take a break from fan-fic writing. On the other hand, I have some plot bunnies bouncing around in my head, so we'll see.
"Oh my God what is that?"
Blaine laughed, pausing in his pushing Kurt's wheelchair to drop a kiss on the top of the boy's head.
"That's sunlight, sweetheart," he said.
Kurt glanced around, squinting and breathing in the fresh air. He winced slightly as Blaine stopped the wheelchair at the curb.
"So what's the first thing you want to do know that you're out?" Blaine asked.
Kurt smirked, reaching around to pull the other teen down. "How 'bout this?" he whispered, kissing Blaine softly.
Blaine smiled into the kiss. They deepened it, the shorter teen pushing a brown lock of hair behind Kurt's ear. Giggling, Kurt wrapped his hands around Blaine's waist, successfully pulling him into his lap.
"Be careful, your ribs…" murmured Blaine.
The countertenor groaned in frustration. "You asked what I wanted to do," he muttered.
Suddenly, noise blared in the couple's ears, causing Blaine to fall unceremoniously to the ground.
"Shit! Blaine! Dad, that wasn't funny!"
The window of the fan that was now parked in front of the hospital slid open.
"Oh, I think it was," Burt chortled. "Now stop with the makin out and get your asses in the car,"
Kurt attempted to rise from his chair, stumbling into Blaine's arms.
As said boy lifted Kurt into his arms, Kurt sighed in frustration. "I'm fine, I can walk, it'll just take some practice,"
Honey eyes rolled. "Mhm, okay,"
Both boys settled in the backseat of Burt's Prius, gripping each other's hands. They were finally coming home after nearly a month in the hospital. Kurt's leg cast itched and ached, as did his ribs, but at least he was going home, with his home.
Burt glanced back at them.
"You two must be excited to get out of there," he commented.
The soulmates chimed with laughter.
"I just can't wait to have my products back," Kurt complained, picking at his overgrown hair.
The other two men rolled their eyes.
"Kurt you look amazing, even without all that stuff," insisted Blaine.
"I bet you're brains more cleared up without all that crap," Burt added.
Kurt's eyebrows rose up his forehead in a flash.
"Its organic and I feel disgusting," he snapped.
Blaine stared at the ceiling a small smile gracing his tanned face. Wrapping an arm around Kurt's bandaged waist, he pecked his cheek.
"You're adorable," he sighed.
"I'm not going for adorable, Blaine," Kurt responded, his tone darkening at the name on his wrist.
Burt coughed. "You better be going for adorable," he said.
Hours later, Blaine and Kurt were settled on Kurt's four-poster bed. Kurt's vanilla scented hair was wet from the thorough wash he had given it the moment he got home. It dampened Blaine's shoulder, but he pulled his soulmate closer under his arm. "Do you still feel disgusting?" teased the Warbler.
"I guess not," Kurt sighed.
Blaine scoffed. "Say it with some feeling,"
Eyes brightening with mischief, Kurt sat up. "I Feel Pretty," he sang gleefully. "I feel pretty! I feel pretty and witty and bright!"
Blaine giggled, rising to clutch Kurt's hands. "And I pity," they sang. "Any girl, who isn't me tonight,"
As they laughed, they caught each other's gazes, exchanging breathless smiles.
"I love you," murmured Kurt.
Blaine merely pecked the boy on the cheek. "I love you too, but I should probably go home,"
Taking a deep breath, Kurt kissed Blaine softly. "I know," he whispered. "I'll miss you,"
Blaine lifted the other teen's chin, forcing him to keep eye contact.
"I love you. We only have a few more months and then we'll be off to New York. Together."
This made the pale man smile. "Forever?" he asked, knowing the answer.
Blaine grinned. "Forever," he swore.
AN: Thanks so much for your support everyone. Please review! I could really use some praise right now :)
Klisses and Klugs to all!