From the bottom of my heart, deepest apologies for how little updating I've done lately. Honestly I wish I had the time! I miss my emotional outlet! I'm in a community theatre group and we are rigggght in the middle of play dates at the minute, and I'm also working five days a week now which is great for the back balance and bad for the stories! I promise I won't abandon this or Summer Lovin' but they may get a bit sparser, update wise, for just a little bit of time!

I've made this chapter a little bit longer than usual to try to compensate. Thankyou immensely for all your lovely reviews =D You make me smile so much! (Then you make me feel guilty as sin when I don't update regularly like I used to!) Please keep up the reviewing =D They honestly inspire me to keep writing at all some days!

I don't own Glee… There'd be a lot more Kurt and Blaine kissing if I did :P

It seemed almost fitting that Kurt would be released from hospital on the day the ban ended. The doctors had been very pleased with his recovery, and he hadn't had a seizure in twenty-four hours. He had managed to walk a few steps, and after Kurt had insisted at length that he would follow every order they gave him, and wouldn't try to push himself, the doctor signed his release.

Blaine had been panicky.

He'd basically threatened the doctor with a lawsuit if Kurt worsened. As much as he wanted Kurt home, Blaine could still see Kurt thrashing around spasmodically every time he closed his eyes, and he didn't think he would be reassured in the slightest that Kurt now had no supervision from medical staff.

Burt had shaken his head and chuckled a little at Blaine attempting to carry Kurt into the house and upstairs all by himself. Kurt swatted at him and put up a fight, but Blaine was determined to hoist his boyfriend's slim but tall form up the flight of stairs to his room.

"Blaine, I'm fine!" Kurt protested, holding tightly to Blaine, slightly offended at the way he was wobbling under Kurt's weight as he reached the top of the stairs. "I-I-I-I-I-I can walk fine, remember?" Kurt hated himself for stuttering right then, knowing it wasn't helping his argument any.

Either way, Blaine wasn't putting Kurt down until he reached his bed, where he laid him down so gently Kurt barely felt the bed underneath him until he was finally taking his own weight and Blaine's strained arms were free.

"Are y-you okay?" Kurt asked worriedly, just as Blaine asked "How do you feel? Are you sore anywhere?"

Kurt laughed a little in frustration more than humour.

"Blaine?" he said softly, and patted the bed next to him, never relishing the feel of his queen-sized bed and its wide expanse of space more than ever after he had been confined to a tiny, uncomfortable hospital single for several days.

Blaine gave him a worried look and climbed onto the bed exceptionally slowly, trying not to jostle Kurt at all.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked him again, "What do you need, Kurt?"

Kurt rolled over a little to look at Blaine's worried eyes, ignoring his little hiss of warning as he moved.

"I need you," Kurt said, suddenly so desperate for Blaine's lips he thought he might actually die if he went another second without them. Blaine cared so much for Kurt, and he was still trumping adorable over annoying. His concern was beautiful and sweet, and made Kurt's heart sing, even if he did want Blaine to have some rest. He looked so tired. Kurt pulled Blaine roughly towards him and claimed those lips with his flag as he made to settle in for the duration.

Blaine pulled away quickly, and Kurt's lips were left kissing air ridiculously, and he quickly un-puckered them, giving Blaine a hurt look.

"Kurt, you just got out of hospital and you're not well, you need to sleep, baby," Blaine said in a slow, reasonable tone that Kurt despised.

"Fuck you," Kurt muttered, loving the little flash of arousal he saw waken behind Blaine's eyes. He loved it when Kurt swore.

"Kurt…" Blaine trailed off, unable to tear his eyes away from Kurt's. It was starting to sink in, now that Kurt was home, and was expected to be fine within the next week or so, that he had come within mere inches of losing Kurt. Blaine felt his eyes get watery, but he fought to keep those tears at bay. Kurt was safe. He was alive and he was breathing and he was Blaine's. Blaine made a promise to himself that he was going to keep Kurt safe at all costs.

"One kiss, Blaine?" Kurt pleaded, seeing the sadness and relief on Blaine's face. The first day after the accident, he had been so unsure that he would ever get to talk to Blaine, hold him, and love him, ever again. And now, any moment he spent not convincing himself that he had Blaine there within his grasp forever seemed to be a moment sorely wasted. "I thought I'd n-n-never get to lie here and k-k-kiss you again," Kurt said softly, knowing he was playing dirty, but needing that magical feeling of Blaine's lips on his more than oxygen.

Blaine considered Kurt, trying to keep his own emotions in check, his whole being ached to kiss Kurt and never stop.

And who was he to deny them both what they needed?

Blaine leaned back to Kurt, pressing his lips to Kurt's so gently he felt Kurt's touch as a tickle. Kurt let out a frustrated sigh and reached a hand up to Blaine's mop of hair (he hadn't combed it since Kurt had been admitted so he hoped Kurt would be able to get his fingers out of the tangled mess just as easily as he thrust them in) and pulled him roughly closer, teasing his mouth open with his desperately searching tongue without preamble.

Blaine let out a breathy sigh, forgetting that Kurt was sick. Forgetting that he was supposed to be in control and keep this brief.

Instead he pressed the length of his body against Kurt's and let his fingers trail around Kurt's hip, all the while kissing Kurt with as much passion as they ever had before.

Kurt grinned against him.

Blaine had forgotten that he was trying to coddle him, and was really kissing him now, and it was divine and absolute heaven. Kurt couldn't believe he had ever instated a rule that prevented Blaine from kissing him like this. What had he been thinking?

Kurt could feel Blaine getting hard against his leg and his own arousal was beginning to press insistently at his zipper. Kurt felt dizzy. And probably not in the right way, he realised as his hips unconsciously thrust against Blaine and the wave of giddiness overcame him. The rush of pleasure was too much for him, he realised angrily, and he pulled away from Blaine reluctantly.

He watched the dopey, lust-filled look leave Blaine's face slowly to be replaced by a look of absolute horror and shame as he realised how far he had been letting things go.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine almost cried with the shame he felt, "I'm so sorry… I just…. Sort of forgot."

Kurt smiled uncomfortably, trying to think of anything but how fucking amazing Blaine was and how hard he was, laying right in the bed with him.

"Blaine, b-b-b-baby, that was my f-fault. I want that. More than anything actually. But I need to wait a bit before I try to sed-d-duce you again!" Kurt joked and Blaine got a concerned look in his eye.

"Are you alright? Are you going to have another seizure?" he demanded.

Kurt smiled at Blaine.

"I'm fine. I just got a little light-headed… You know… m-m-m-more than the usual," Kurt grinned a little.

"That's it, Kurt," Blaine said firmly, "I'm re-instating the ban."

"You're what?" Kurt practically screeched.

Blaine nodded.

"Clearly physical intimacy is going to be too much for you for a while. This is just to make sure we're clear on the boundaries."

Kurt's hands balled into fists.

"Blaine, if you intend on k-k-keeping me wrapped in cotton wool for the rest of our lives, you can forget that r-r-r-right now," he said firmly.

"I just got a little d-d-d-dizzy for heaven's sake! I didn't have a seizure or p-p-p-pass out! For all you know, I could have been dizzy because of how incredibly well you kissed me," Kurt smiled exasperatedly. He was trying to keep a calm head. Getting angry and frustrated at Blaine for caring about him was only going to be detrimental.

Blaine shook his head vehemently, but Kurt held up a hand to indicate he wasn't finished.

"Blaine, I never want to have rules about being allowed to kiss you ever again. I hated that f-f-f-fucking ban. I kn-kn-kn-know it was my idea, but it was the worst idea I ever had. We don't have to be sexual while I'm rec-c-c-covering, I'm not asking that. Just… please don't tell me I'm not allowed to k-k-k-kiss you," Kurt's voice was breaking and he wasn't sure whether it was the injury or his emotions causing him to stutter over the words.

Blaine watched a tear begin to form in the corner of Kurt's left eye, and he felt like an arsehole.

He leaned in to kiss away the tear and moved his lips desperately to Kurt's, kissing him sweetly then pulling back to talk to him, foreheads almost touching.

"I'm sorry, Kurt, I was being stupid. I don't ever want to go without kissing you either. Not after this," Blaine traced his fingers over the gauze dressing on Kurt's forehead. "But I won't let us do anything more than kiss for a while, okay? At least until you go back to school."

Kurt nodded sensibly. He was stubborn but he wasn't stupid. The last thing he needed was to get worse because he couldn't keep his pants on.

Kurt ran a hand over Blaine's terribly unshaven face and smiled as he watched him relax and close his eyes.

"I love you, Blaine," he whispered as Blaine's breathing became deeper and he snuggled closer to Kurt.

"Forever," Blaine mumbled softly, half-asleep.

Kurt could have watched him sleep forever. It was satisfying to witness Blaine actually sleeping, because the dark circles under his eyes and his untidy hair and unshaven face told a story of just how little Blaine had been sleeping or taking care of himself. Kurt felt like he should be sleeping too, but he'd had so much rest in the hospital that he was wide awake. Instead he brushed a few of Blaine's curls back off his face and tried not to be creepy as he watched him sleep and marvelled at just how much he loved him.

Blaine's face would occasionally become tense and his brows would furrow and his eyes would move frantically underneath their lids. It was almost as if he was having a nightmare or was in pain. Kurt's heart ached as Blaine began to make little pleading noises in his sleep.

"James!" he called out and tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. Kurt froze. What?

"No!" Blaine called out again, still tossing and turning, and Kurt felt relief that Blaine wasn't dreaming about his old crush instead of him. But then he felt so sad that Blaine was re-living that moment.

"Don't!" Blaine pleaded, "Please, just hurt me, leave him alone!" he cried and Kurt tried to stroke him as he began to cry in his sleep.

"Shhh, baby," Kurt said gently.

"Leave him! Hit me! Kill me!" Blaine sobbed and Kurt began to cry himself at the earnest pain on Blaine's sleeping face.

"Leave Kurt alone!" Blaine whispered in his sleep and Kurt pulled him as close as he could, rocking him softly.

"Shhh, Blaine, baby, you're safe. I'm safe. Nobody's hurting us," he said slowly, and Blaine's sobs slowly dissipated as he woke up and realised where he was.

Blaine wasn't crying when he woke up, and that worried Kurt more than anything. Instead he merely wiped his eyes, and noted Kurt's own tears streaming down his face, and somehow the embrace changed so infinitesimally that Kurt didn't even feel it happening, but Blaine was suddenly the one holding Kurt. Blaine was the one shushing him and rubbing his back comfortingly. Blaine was the one kissing his forehead gently.

Kurt couldn't help but sob a little. Blaine reached across the bed and handed Kurt a glass of water.

"Sorry I worried you, Kurt," Blaine said softly, "I hope if didn't bring back memories for you, baby," he added sadly.

"B-B-Blaine," Kurt sniffed, "I'm okay. I'm worried about you," he added and watched Blaine's eyes narrow in a twitch of pain, then he was fine. His face took on a whole new visage and he smiled at Kurt so reassuringly that Kurt could have almost believed that he'd imagined the whole thing.

"You don't need to be, Kurt," Blaine smiled down at him in a voice so genuine that Kurt half-believed him, "I'm just counting every blessing under the sun that I have you right here and your heart is still beating. That's all I care about. That you're alive and happy makes me happy."

"Blaine, I h-h-heard you," Kurt began to argue, but Blaine pressed his lips to his firmly but gently, kissing away the words. Kurt tried hard not to kiss him back. He didn't want to encourage this sort of behaviour.

"Just fucking kiss me, Kurt," Blaine breathed desperately against his lips, and Kurt forgot to be worried. He forgot to withhold, he forgot to argue the point.

As Blaine kissed him and the world faded away and everything finally seemed right, Kurt forgot his own name.

Burt knocked softly then entered without waiting for an answer. He found Kurt and Blaine on Kurt's bed both asleep, faces peaceful and heads bowed together with their fingers entwined and Kurt's leg resting on Blaine's. As Burt stood in the doorway it began to sink in just how grateful he was that Kurt was not only alive and recovering, but that he had Blaine.

Burt looked at the protective way Blaine's arm draped over Kurt's hip. He knew they had probably been kissing or worse (he mentally cringed at the thought) before they fell asleep, but somehow that didn't seem to matter. This small snapshot of their relationship was all Burt needed to be reassured and thankful that Kurt had found Blaine.

Carole walked almost silently behind him and wrapped her arms around him, Burt jumping a little at the unexpected but oh-so-welcome touch.

"They seem too young to be so in love, don't they?" she asked softly, smiling at her stepson and his boyfriend. Burt nodded.

He remembered how it felt to be young and in love. But he had such faith that Kurt and Blaine were meant to find each other that he didn't worry about the fact they were only teenagers.

Blaine had proven himself and he was a part of this family now.

"Kurt, everyone misses you so much," Rachel said as she bustled around Kurt's room collecting glasses and mugs and the assorted mess of back issue Vogue magazines. Blaine smirked at her from his place on the bed next to Kurt. He had been forced to go to school on Friday but Rachel had driven him to Kurt's straight after school. Kurt had apparently demolished half his room by the amount of his belongings that were thrown haphazardly around the room.

"Well, they'll just have to keep missing me," Kurt said grumpily and Blaine looked at him curiously, "The doctor said I can't go back to school until I'm walking without getting dizzy."

Blaine looked triumphant. He had been telling Kurt the same thing himself.

"It's so stupid!" Kurt exploded, "I barely even need to sit down for rests anymore!"

"Kurt, you walked down the hall to the bathroom and practically collapsed onto the toilet," Blaine said patiently.

"Did not!" Kurt replied petulantly, "I just really needed to go!"

"Too much in-for-ma-tion!" Rachel sang lightly and Kurt stuck his tongue out at her.

Rachel ignored him and gathered up the glasses and mugs and began to carry them out the door down to the kitchen.

Blaine reached across to Kurt and pressed a little kiss to his frown. He smiled as it began to turn up at the edges.

"Who's a Mr Grumpy Gills?" He said in a dopey little voice and Kurt laughed a little.

"Oh!" Kurt said as he spied a mug that Rachel had missed in her clean up. He made to stand up and Blaine gave him a sarcastic look.

"Sure, Kurt," he muttered, "You can't walk ten yards to the bathroom s you're definitely the logical choice to carry a cup down a flight of stairs."

"Blaine, are you muttering?" Kurt demanded as he grumpily arranged the pillows so he was more comfortable.

"No, baby," Blaine grinned at Kurt's outraged face, "Just offering to carry that down to Rachel for you," he winked and kissed Kurt again quickly (he would never get tired of the way Kurt's breath sort of hitched a little without fail every time he kissed him) then skipped out the door with the mug that read "If God Hates Gays Then Why Are We So Cute?"

As Blaine, humming, made his way down the stairs he could hear voices in the kitchen and he managed to stop himself as he realised who was in there.

Finn and Rachel were in the kitchen and having quite the conversation.

"- didn't even ring me after Kurt was in the hospital. She was never like you, Rachel. She only ever wanted to be with me so she could win Prom Queen. She beautiful on the outside, Rachel, but you're beautiful on the outside and the inside. I was stupid to pretend to myself that Quinn and I weren't finished. We were done as soon as you and me had that picnic on the stage in the auditorium. It's always been you, Rachel," Blaine overheard Finn say quietly.

"You and I," Rachel said quietly, and Blaine grinned a little.

"What?" Finn said stupidly.

"You don't say 'you and me', you say 'you and I'," Rachel said.

"Really? That's what you took from that? I'm pouring my heart out, Rachel!" Finn said, exasperatedly.

There was a silence and Blaine wondered whether they might have been kissing until he heard Rachel speak again.

"You hurt me, Finn," she said sadly, "It doesn't seem to matter what happens with you and I, I'm always the one that ends up hurt. I see what Kurt and Blaine have, and that makes me so jealous and I hate myself for feeling that way because they really deserve to be happy. But so do I, Finn. And I don't know if you can make me happy like I deserve."

Blaine heard footsteps then and ran up a few steps to make it look like he was only just coming downstairs and he hadn't been eavesdropping madly.

"Rach?" he said uncertainly to her as she walked past the bottom of the stairs towards the front door. Rachel smiled sadly at him.

"It's okay, Blaine," she said shakily," I just really need to be alone. Can you tell Kurt I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye and I'm glad he's doing so much better?" She seemed to remember something and tossed Blaine her car keys. "I'm actually giving them to you this time, youre not a theif," she smiled.

Blaine looked at her in confusion.

"I just want to walk, Blaine," she said firmly, "Clear my head. I'll see you at home."

Rachel left out the front door just as Finn came out of the kitchen looking confused.

Blaine couldn't deposit the mug in the kitchen quick enough in his eagerness to race back to Kurt's side and fill him in on the gossip.