A/N: Here's another chapter before I go to bed. Tomorrow's my dad's b-day, so, I won't upload anything then.
This chapter hasn't been read by my fab Beta either.


Love

The first time the three magic words "I love you" were directed to me was some months ago. I and Kurt had been going out for a little more than a month when we exchanged those words I've dreamt about hearing them since I was a child.

When I was little, I hoped to hear them from my parents - I kept saying it to them, maybe they would answer with the same words. But, somewhere along the way, I gave up on that dream. I know they didn't love me. When that dream died, I kept dreaming about being hearing them from a boy. A boy that I loved back.

We were sitting in Kurt's bed. We'd watched a movie and I was about to leave to go home. I was at the doorway and I turned around to say goodbye. Kurt was still on the bed. He looked up from his phone and looked at me. Then he smiled. His smile does stuff to me. It makes my whole body tingles, it makes my body heat and fills it with love. At the moment, I knew, I couldn't keep it in any longer. I got back to the bed and took Kurt's hands in mine. Then I said it – "I love you, Kurt". I let go of his hands, and turned to walk away. But a hand on my shoulder turned me around and soon I was facing him again. He smiled at me, his eyes smiled, his face was lit up by his smile. Then he said it "I love you, Blaine".

It was all I ever dreamt about, and so much more. I could feel my heart falling in to place. I could feel all the things that's wrong in my life, and it's a lot, diminish. They didn't mean that much anymore. All that meant something was Kurt, and the love we share.

After we had exchanged those words, we kissed and I went home. It was such a difference. That evening it became so clear to me that I had two different lives – one at home and one with Kurt. At home I was being told that I was disgusting, unwanted and a waste of space. And with Kurt, I could breathe. I was being accepted, I was being loved. I guess that's what love does to you - it makes you whole.

The love I feel for and from Kurt make me want to tell him everything, share everything with him. I feel safe with him. I didn't have the opportunity to share everything with him before Kurt found out himself. It's something I regret. I wish I had told him about my father, mother and my home life. I do trust him, and I did so before all of this happened.

As a kid, I thought that if my mom or father just would tell me that they loved me, that everything would be alright. When I got older, I thought that was extremely childish, but after everything fell in to place when Kurt told me he loved me, maybe it wasn't so childish after all.

Now when I live with Kurt's parents, they tell me often that they love me. "We love you, Blaine", they say. It blows me away every time. Being told I'm loved from the persons who take care of me, it's huge.

The loss of love can break a kid. More than punches and kicks can. But it takes a lot for a kid to give up the hope of being loved. And when that kid finally finds love, he can start healing.

I don't know why it has been so important for me to hear the words "I love you", I know that love doesn't equal the words, but for me, who never was being told I was loved, and who never was loved either, it has a symbolic value.


When he was done writing, Blaine felt as drained as after a therapy with Hannah. He looked at Kurt who was concentrated on writing a report on the holocaust. He cuddled a bit closer and laid his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"I love you Kurt."

"I love you too, Blainey. You gonna sleep?"

"No, just rest my eyes for a bit." Blaine said but fell asleep directly after that. Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, took the notebook and pen from his hands and laid them on the table.


When Blaine had slept for about an hour, the nurse from the morning, Kate, came in with medicine to him. She greeted Kurt and as soon as Kurt started talking to her, Blaine stirred and waked.

"Hi Blaine." Kate said.

"Hi Kate."

"I've some medicine for you."

"Oh, okay." Blaine sat up, stretched his neck, which was hurting a bit after sleeping on Kurt's shoulder, and swallowed the medicine.

"There're some coffee and cupcakes in the kitchen if you want."

"Oh, that sounds good."

"There are for you as well, Kurt." Kate said.

"Oh, really?" Kurt asked surprised.

"Yes, most of our patients are at home over the weekend. There will be dinner for you also if you want."

"Oh, yes please, that'd be awesome!" Kurt beamed to her before turning to Blaine.

"Shall we go to the kitchen then?"

Blaine looked at the nurse who sat on watch.

"Is it okay if I drink coffee at the kitchen?" He asked.

"Of course. Kate will take over after me, but it's always okay to be in the kitchen."

They went to the kitchen where Tristan and Norah were sitting. They smiled at them and made room at the table for them.

"You're sitting here with us, right? It's just us who still are at the ward this weekend." Norah said.

Blaine nodded. Kurt wheeled his chair to the table and went to get coffee for them. Kate sat down at the table next to them and was soon joined by another nurse. Kurt came back and sat down opposite to Blaine, next to Norah.

"This is Kurt, my boyfriend." Blaine said.

"Hi! I'm Norah!"

"I'm Tristan."

They shook hands while Blaine sipped his coffee.

"Do you want to play Scrabble with us?" Tristan asked.

Kurt looked at Blaine who nodded.

"Yeah, sure." Kurt said.

They played and talked until dinner. They ate their dinner together. Blaine ate almost a whole portion, and Kurt was pleased by this. Norah suggested watching a movie together after dinner.

"Can we have a raincheck?" Kurt asked. "We've got a movie-date planned in Blaine's room. Supervised by a nurse, of course."

Norah and Tristan laughed at the last part.

"Sure, any time. And, Blaine, we all have been on watch. Soon enough, you'll be off it. I'm gonna buy you coffee in the cafeteria then!" Tristan said and smiled to him.


Kurt and Blaine sat down on the bed. Kurt started his laptop and put it on the table in front of them.

"What do you wanna see honey?" He asked Blaine.

"You decided. I've broke some kind of record today, I haven't been awake this long since I was admitted to the hospital. I feel really tired, I might fall asleep soon." Blaine said.

"Do you want me to leave? If you want, you can go asleep now?" Kurt asked.

"No, please don't leave! If you don't want of course." Blaine said.

"Never. Okay, then we'll see the Royal Tenenbaums." Kurt said.

Blaine watched almost half of the movie before falling asleep. They laid close together commenting the movie, like they always did before everything happened. It gave both of them a sense of normality that they have missed in the last weeks. When Blaine had stopped commenting on the movie, Kurt looked down at him and saw that he finally had fallen asleep. He was cuddled up against Kurt with his head on Kurt's shoulder, his right arm slung across Kurt's shoulder and his legs bent and leaning on Kurt's. Kurt cuddled closer to Blaine and closed his eyes just to enjoy the closeness. The nurse on watch smiled at the couple when he noticed both of them falling asleep.


Blaine slept on and off during the Sunday. Kurt called him on his cell, he had forgotten he had a whole day of practice with the Warblers and wasn't going to make it to the hospital that day. Blaine said it was fine. He was tired and he had a lot to think about. He talked to Carole and Burt and told them to stay at home as well. Blaine felt tired and sad. He listened to music, slept and thought about his mother. He hadn't any panic attacks during the day or night, but he cried a lot. He had a lot to talk about with Hannah the next day.


Kurt came home from the Warblers practice and went to the kitchen to talk to Carole and his dad.

"I feel bad that Blaine was all alone today." He said.

"He wanted to be alone." Burt said.

"But, what if that's just something he said. Who wants to be alone in a hospital?" Kurt argued.

"I've talked to the nurses on the ward a couple of times today. Blaine has been sleeping a lot and he has been sad. I think he needed this day to come to terms with everything that has happened. He will probably need more days alone like this. And we need to give him that. During the week he'll have therapy once or twice a day, he needs some time during the weekend to himself."

Kurt sighed.

"Yeah, that's sounds about right. I just don't like the thought of him laying there all alone. And I miss him." He added.

"I know Kurt, but he'll be home soon enough. He really needs to be there." Carole said and hugged Kurt.

"Yeah, I know."