Disclaimer: I do not own glee of any of it's characters.
A/N: I still can't believe the news about Cory Monteith and all my positive thoughts go out to his family or friends. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter I wanted to put something out there as I am not sure if I want to address the situation in this fic so there may be some time before the next one but hopefully only a matter of days and not weeks.
Blaine waited around for Kurt to arrive, for visiting hours to begin, for the nurse to bring him his discharge letter and the pharmacy to be done with bringing him his prescription. Overall Blaine felt a little bit fed of waiting, he was ready to leave the boring day to day life of hospital was getting a bit repetitive. But above all that Blaine wanted to get on with his life in his apartment, with Kurt, in New York.
Blaine was also done with having to speak to his parents every day, they had called him every morning to check on his progress but not mentioned attempting to come and visit and least Cooper had the decency to tell him why he couldn't visit. But he was doing his best not to let any of that get to him, he didn't need any more family drama.
Kurt arrived promptly a minute after visiting times begun rolling Blaine's suitcase along behind him so they would not be forced to carry everything Blaine had to take home. Blaine almost jumped with joy, but instead chose to express his gratitude by hugging Kurt for possibly a little longer than he usually would. Kurt quirked an eyebrow but said nothing more and began to pack Blaine's belongings into neat organised piles. Blaine attempted to help several times but just had his hands batted away and was led back to his bed. After the third time of this happening he admitted defeat and hummed teenage dream to himself as he watched Kurt work.
"All done, is all the paperwork finished? Medication ready?" Kurt asked turning to a nurse and watching Blaine so he would be able to interpret.
"His discharge letter is printing now and medication is on its way from the pharmacy." Blaine signed on behalf of the nurse. The nurse left so Kurt could help Blaine dress in privacy. He winced as he raised his arms and swore to himself as he positioned his arms into position so Kurt could help his put on the button up shirt. Kurt was worried they wouldn't be home in time for Blaine to take his pain medication, they still had yet to bring his meds or discharger papers.
By the time Kurt pulled Blaine's bags into their apartment, with Blaine following close behind it hurt for Blaine to breathe so he didn't take much in about his surroundings and instead headed for their bed while Kurt got everything for the medication sorted.
Blaine woke up the next morning with the most comfortable mattress he had ever felt, or maybe his standards had been lowered by the cheap hospital mattress and the slight happy haze the pain medication put him in, he didn't mind what the medication did as long as it didn't hurt to breathe. When Blaine moved his arm to the side he noticed Kurt had already gone, he listened for the sounds of Kurt moving around, after all he couldn't alter his own sound levels. He couldn't hear any footsteps or humming only the shower running. Blaine pulled himself out of bed and towards the bathroom running his hands through his messed up hair. He let himself into the unlocked bathroom and stood in front of the mirror smoothing his hair down and pulling into place. He was almost finished when Kurt walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair in a wet mess sticking out in every direction, he stood behind Blaine and began to apply his own products to his hair.
"So what are the plans for the day?" Blaine asked drying off his hands as he turned around to face Kurt and leaning against the wall. Kurt was brushing through his hair and spraying at the same time, his hair dryer was still packed so in order to achieve his perfect quiff in the front and flawless in the back, he was improvising.
"Unpack," Kurt said not taking his eyes off of his hair in the mirror. It took Blaine a while to get Kurt to look at him again so he could sign in response.
"You haven't unpacked yet? How have you lived without all your clothes." Blaine asked, trying to smile in a light hearted sort of way but he was curious as to how Kurt had lived out of boxes for the past week.
"I didn't want to unpack without you, this is your home too and I don't want you to have to ask me where everything is."Kurt said blushing a little. "And I have something to show you before we start. But we need eggs first." His eyes flicked over to Blaine to see if he was about to sign but Blaine was just smiling. He pushed away from the wall gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek and made his way to the kitchen.
While they ate Kurt started up his laptop so he could get Blaine's opinion on his new spying fashion blog, he was going to take pictures of people's fashion he saw in public and feature it on his blog. Although the image of the first girl still stuck with him. Blaine clicked through all the pages Kurt had so far and was truly impressed with what he had done so far.
"Wow Kurt, this is amazing. You should go into web design or something." Blaine signed and went back to scrolling through the remainder of the images. Kurt not only had a few pictures he'd taken of other people, including one of himself, Kurt and their family and friends but also some of his own designs and pictures he'd clipped from magazines.
"So you ready to start the first day of unpacking boxes?" Kurt asked beaming. For the day they planned on unpacking all their kitchen and bathroom stuff, they couldn't unpack everything until they had furniture, which was why they planned on online shopping for their furniture today to save Blaine from the endless furniture stores. Kurt had already ordered paint, with Blaine's final approval when he was in hospital. Although Kurt wasn't sure how he was supposed to build all this flat pack furniture by himself. But then again if he could help put tyres on a car he could put a few planks of wood together.