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Burt watched his son carefully, from his usual arm chair by the TV in the living room. The television was on, but though they both pretended to be watching the screen, neither were paying any attention. Burt's eyes were on Kurt-and Kurt's stared vacantly into space…

Burt had heard about what had happened to Kurt's friend…Of course, as a parent, there was no way he could imagine going through something like that-though he was much wiser. He felt enormously for the poor girl, even though he'd never met her. He was glad Blaine was with her now-where he had been for the last two hours. Hopefully, he was providing some sort of comfort.

But he could see how badly the horrible news had hit Kurt.

Burt understood. He didn't think anything could have been more terrifying for his son than seeing something happen to someone else, so close, that he'd been dreading the possibility of for the last months. He wasn't going to lie-Burt had been praying that Kurt wouldn't have to go through it, that his granddaughter would get through this thing. The alternative…was unthinkable. She was a Hummel-tough DNA. But then again-the doctors still did not know what had made Daisy miscarry.

One of those horrible mysteries…Burt hoped they'd find the reason. For one, the doctors may then be able to prevent it happening to somebody else…and for the other-Burt couldn't imagine living with the knowledge that it could have been something you'd done…anyway. Above all, he prayed that Daisy's kid was at peace, and that Daisy might one day find peace too…

But right now-his main concern was Kurt.

He watched him closely. Kurt was curled up, cushion clutched to his chest. His eyes were very red, as if he hadn't slept, and they had a strange look about them. His hair was for once only blow-dried into a vague shape, with none of it's usual immaculacy. He was still in his pyjamas and one of Finn's hoodies-hang on, Kurt wearing Finn's hoodie?

"Alright, buddy?" he called over kindly.

Kurt jumped as he was addressed, eyes snapping to his father as if he'd forgotten he was there. "…Urm…I'm fine, Dad," he squeaked. His voice sounded thick.

"Sure?" Burt asked gently. "You might as well have just claimed to be a kangaroo,"

Kurt snorted weakly, slumping down even further. His fist was curled up near his face, the other hand gripping the pillow, small finger marks visible in the material. He suddenly looked about eight years old.

"…No, Dad," he said, finally looking him in the eyes. "No, Dad, I'm not okay. I-I can't stop thinking about-"

Burt took a deep breath. "I know…I know…" With a slight difficulty, Burt heaved up out of his chair and went to sit beside his son, very close. Gently, he put a hand on his still slim knee. "Look, son…It's a terribly sad thing that's happened to your friend. And, yes, it could happen to anyone-it's unfortunately not as rare an occurrence as we'd like to think. But, Kurt…that doesn't mean it's going to happen to you," he said firmly.

Kurt shifted in his seat. "…I hope with all my being that it doesn't,"

"Me too…" Burt agreed.

"I just…I just wish I could do something to help her!" he whimpered. "I feel awful…"

"Well…with this," Burt gestured to Kurt's ever-growing baby bump. "perhaps it is a bit like rubbing her face in it…"

"Mmm…" Kurt murmured. "I…I just wish I could do something to show I'm thinking about her…"

"Write to her," Burt suggested. "Not a text-a letter, or a card. I think right now she needs as many friends as she can..."

Finally, Blaine headed back down the hospital drive. He'd got a little lost, but had finally found his way out, back into the weak mid-day sun.

Poor Daisy. Poor, poor Daisy. There were really no other words.

He'd sat with her for almost three hours. Some of the time she talked…sometimes he talked to her…but mostly there was a long, thoughtful silence. However-she'd not let go of his hand.

He'd been relieved-scared that she'd hate the sight of him, what with…but she'd been so grateful. Seeing her so broken, miles from her usual, happy, bubbly self was heartbreaking…but at least now he could tell Kurt that she was…well, not coping…but coming to terms. Slowly.

He wouldn't tell him that she'd flinched very slightly as he'd accidentally mentioned him…

Blaine had offered to stay until they discharged her, then take her home, but the Chinese couple she lived with had turned up. They'd been lovely-the old woman had fussed over her in a motherly way, not directly mentioning anything, but making it clear that she was here to help as much as she could. The old man had kissed her hand, and had a polite little chat with Blaine. He rather thought that they'd made the mistake of believing that Blaine was poor little Isaac's father…but never mind.

After making sure Daisy knew she could come to him any time she needed anything at all, Blaine had finally left.

It had been a terribly sobering morning.

Right. Now to Kurt. He knew how awfully Kurt had taken the news. He thought that Kurt actually felt guilty-even though he had no reason to. But he'd try his best to take his mind off it. It wasn't good for him, or for the baby, to get so worked up…He'd take him out somewhere, make a fuss of him…

Suddenly, Blaine's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He ignored it first, assuming it was a text-then it had buzzed again. A phone call?

Blaine frowned. He wasn't expecting anyone to call…

Curiously, he took out the device, unlocked it…then jumped out of his skin when he saw the caller ID.

Mom.

Instantly, Blaine's stomach dropped to the ground, crashing nastily and painfully.

So she'd finally gotten back to him. Blaine felt a flame of anger inside…then it doused itself out.

Before he could stop himself…he'd clicked receive call.

Oh God…

"H-hello?" he stammered into the phone.

A pause.

"H-hello, darling," There she was. His mother.

"Did you…did Kurt give you the letter?"

Oh my God.

She'd mentioned Kurt.

By name.

"Y..yes. Yes he did," Blaine was slightly relieved that his mother sounded just as nervous as he was. If not-more. And…she'd mentioned Kurt by name? Out loud?

"Good…you read it?"

"Yes,"

There was another pause.

"I meant it, you know. I haven't really meant a lot of things I've-I've said to you in the past…but I mean every word of that letter,"

Blaine nodded-even though she couldn't see him. "Y-yes…"

He didn't really know what to say… Was this the first time they'd spoken since…since he'd told her to go drink herself to death?

God. A pang of guilt wrenched in his gut-despite everything.

"Mom?"

As soon as he said that word…it was like Mrs Anderson's voice had filled with hope. Pure hope. "Yes, darling?" she rushed. He could tell…he could tell she was smiling. Even though her voice sounded oddly thick.

"I…I'm sorry for…what I said to you,"

"Oh no!" she gushed, voice raising. "No, no! Not at all-I'm so sorry, you were so angry-"

"I'm sorry!" he said again-for some reason-tears were welling behind his own eyes.

"No, darling, I'm sorry! Oh Blaine, please let me be your mom again!"

…

They talked for a long time. Probably longer than they'd ever spoken in Blaine's life. And by the end of it…Blaine's shoulders felt considerably lighter. As if one weight had been taken off, making it a little bit easier to breathe. He wasn't set for full on-forgiveness yet…but perhaps they were getting closer to it.

And, best of all-their conversation had become a chat. A chat. Blaine had never, in all his time, just sat and chatted to his mother. With him sat in his car, and her wherever she was, they simply talked. About her life, about his life…everything and nothing…

"Yes, Cooper's back in town next weekend for a few days…" she was saying. "I thought the three of us could all do something together…maybe we could go to the bowling alley, you love going bowling with Cooper…"

"Hmm…" he responded politely.

"Oh goodness, I'm sorry!" she apologised, her high, posh voice coming through the phone clearly. "I forget how old you are now…oh goodness, Blaine…palming you off on nannies and carers and Cooper all these years…I feel like I've missed all your growing up…"

Blaine shuffled awkwardly. "Hmm…"

"Look at you," she said, a little wistfully. "All grown up tall…"

"Not that tall, Mom," he snickered.

"All set to make your own way in the world…" she continued. "And with a baby of your own!"

Blaine's heart gave a skip. "Oh yes! Yes…wow…"

"Yes-how is Kurt?"

The more they talked, the more it felt like just a regular mother and son having a normal conversation. Blaine smiled as she mentioned his boyfriend. "He's…doing very well,"

"Awh, that's great!" Mrs Anderson beamed. "He still looked slim the last time I saw him, yet he must be-"

"Six months," Blaine finished for her, his own beam creeping up. "And he's very good at hiding it,"

"I don't just mean his stomach-everywhere else too! I guess he's just one of those annoying people, huh?" She laughed lightly. "Six months! Goodness…"

"I know…" Blaine breathed out. "It's flown!"

Mrs Anderson paused. As if she was going to say something…then didn't.

But Blaine had a pretty good idea of what she was going to say…

He took a deep breath. "Look, Mom…perhaps…perhaps it would be nice if you came to see the baby some time…"

Blaine had a feeling that, if he'd just offered her the world…she could not have been happier.

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?" Blaine tried to keep his tone casual. "I guess…well…I guess maybe you could see a child grow up after all…"

There was absolutely no denying that there was now a beam the size if Jupiter on his mother's face. "Oh my goodnes…I mean-I mean that would be…wonderful…"

"Yeah, it would," Blaine smiled. Suddenly…he felt warm inside. "I'd-I'd like you to…"

There was a short silence.

"I…I wish you could come home, Blaine…" she said, in a small voice.

"Mom-"

"I know, I know you're much happier with Kurt, and your…your father…"

Blaine bit his lip.

"Mom…can we…can't we just be…sort of friends? For now?"

"Friends?" Mrs Anderson exclaimed. She sounded confused.

"Yes, friends," Blaine said quickly. "You know…just for now? So I can get to know you and you can get to know me all over again…? Mom?"

Another short silence as Mrs Anderson thought. Blaine waited anxiously. "…Yes…yes, okay, darling. If that's what you want, then I'm sure we can be…friends,"

As Blaine finally put down the phone and started the engine to drive home to his Kurt…he couldn't help but feel that at least something had gone right today...

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