A/N: Another chapter that haven't been read by my Beta.
A huge thanks to GleekMom who explained to me and to Blaine how the cost for staying at the hospital works in the US.


After writing the letter, Blaine fell asleep crying. Carole came to his room just ten minutes after. He still had tears running when she sat down on his bed. She dried his cheeks and stroked his hair. He woke by the light touch and looked at Carole. When he saw it was Carole who was there he leaned towards her and let her embraced him. He started crying again. She held his thin body while it shook with his sobs. When they died down, Blaine remained in the embrace.

"Thank you, Carole." He said.

"For what sweetie?" She asked him.

"For saving my life. For giving me a home. For making me feel like I matter. For loving me." He said and started crying again.

Carole had tears making their way down her cheeks as well.

"You're welcome honey." She whispered into his curls.

They sat like that for a long time before separating.

"Blaine, I've things I need to tell you. I thought it would be too much for you to take in right now, but when I spoke to Hannah today, I realized I'd been wrong. You need to hear this in order to really commit to the therapy, and that's the only way for you to start healing."

"Okay?" Blaine said.

"First at all – the money issue. Your stay here is being covered by our health insurance. As soon as you moved in with us, you were added to that. Since I work here, at the hospital, I've a good insurance. We pay very little of your medical costs. Okay?"

Blaine nodded.

"Good. Secondly, your father has pleaded guilty on the charges. He's going to be moved to a prison any day. I'm sorry I didn't say anything about this to you, but I figured with how you reacted when we went to the police, I didn't want to upset you more.

"After doing that, he resigned his guardian ship of you, and since yesterday, I and Burt are your legal guardian. Not temporary, but for as long as it's needed. From yesterday, you really are one of our sons."

Blaine looked up at Carole.

"Really?" He smiled. "I don't have to get back to him?"

"No, you never have to meet him again." Carole said.

Blaine started crying again.

"These are happy tears." He told Carole who hugged him. They cried together.

"Does Kurt and Finn now?" Blaine said.

"No, you're the first we wanted to tell. When you're allowed out of here, we're going to celebrate!"

"Am I Blaine Hummel now?" He asked.

"No, you're Blaine Anderson. If you want, you can change your name to Hummel." Carole smiled to him.

"I've thought I would've to wait until I married Kurt to become a Hummel. But, of course I want to change name. I won't have anything with that man to do anymore. Not even sharing his name."

"Well, then, I look in to it tomorrow then!" Carole said to him, not commenting on the fact that he had actually thought about marrying Kurt.

"Don't tell Kurt or Finn until I've changed my name."


Kurt rushed from Dalton and the Warblers practice, which never seemed to finish. He sped on the way to the hospital. And when he finally got there, he had to circle the parking for 15 minutes before he could find a parking space. He was annoyed and hungry when he finally got to the ward. He rang the door and waited. The nurse that opened was a guy he never seen before.

"Hi! I'm here to see Blaine Andersson." He said.

"And how are you?"

"Oh, I'm his boyfriend." He smiled.

"And how old might you be?" The nurse said while measuring him with his eyes.

"I'm 17, but…"

"Sorry, no minors are allowed."

"Yes, I know, but…"

"No, sorry." The nurse closed the door and left Kurt standing there fuming with anger. He rang the door again and it was opened by the same nurse.

"Look, I know the rules, but if you could ask…"

"You're not allowed here!" He said with a sharp tone before closing the door in Kurt's face yet again.

Kurt stomped his feet in frustration and pulled up his cell. He called Carole who promised to make sure the door was opened for him.

After ten long minutes, the same nurse opened the door again. Now without his cocky smile. Kurt, however, smiled at him.

"So, you're opening the door for me? How sweet of you!" He said with a smirk and went inside. "You don't have to show me to the room, I know where to go."

He went in to Blaine's room. His anger disappeared as soon as he laid eyes on his sleeping boyfriend. The nurse on watch started to apologize for his trouble at the door. Kurt just shrugged and sat down on the bed. He looked up at the nurse.

"May I wake him?" Kurt asked.

"Of course." She said.

"Has he slept for long?"

"Maybe for 20 minutes. But he had had a rough day. But, please, wake him, it's dinner soon, and he needs to eat."

"Blainey?" Kurt said and shook Blaine lightly.

"Kurt?" Blaine stirred and looked at Kurt.

Kurt heart swam when he heard Blaine asking for him instead of his mom.

"Yeah, I'm here honey."

"I've missed you today."

"I've missed you too!"

"Tell me about school." Blaine said and pulled Kurt closer.

Before Kurt started, Carole asked if they wanted her to call Burt and asking him to bring some food. Blaine brightened when hearing this.

"Yes, McDonalds! Please!"

"What? MickeyD?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, I'm starving for it!"

"Well, then I'll call him." Carole said and left the room.

Kurt started speaking about school. Blaine listened interested. They both enjoyed have a normal moment there at the hospital. Speaking about the things they used to speak about everything happened.


Before Hannah had left for the day, she had popped in to check on Blaine and told him that to the group on Thursday they should think about Home – what it meant to them, what they wanted it to mean.

When his family (he smiled at this) left for the evening, he took out his notebook. He put on Pavarotti on his iPhone and started writing.

HOME

Home for me is a place to be safe. Home and safe might be synonyms for me. When everything else comes crashing down, home is where you can find energy and love. A place where you don't have to change who you are.

For a long time, my home was a bathroom in my father's house. It was the only place where I was safe. I'd lock myself in there and listen to music, read or play the guitar. My father's house was constantly filled with drunken people who made a lot of noise, but in the bath room I could tune that out.

Even when my mother was alive, my parents didn't create a home. We lived in a house, not a home. A dirty, disgusting house where I had to change who I was in order to not be noticed by my father.

When I met Kurt, he made me felt at home with him. Just being with him, either at school or at the coffee place we use to go or at his house, it made me safe and at home.

Now, I have a whole house that's my home. I've got a new family that makes me feel safe and loved where ever I am. When they are here to visit me, I feel like I have a home here. But, the Hummels, they have given me a real home. A house filled with love and respect. They have showed me what it feels like to have a home, a real one.

When I have kids in the future, I want our house to be a home for other kids; I want to be that person who offers a home, a sanctuary.


The night to Wednesday was peaceful for Blaine. He slept the entire night without nightmares. When he was woken by Sarah in the morning, he had to give it to Hannah – she made him talk about a lot of stuff he didn't even want to think about. But, when he did talk about it with her and thought it through afterwards, it did things with Blaine. He felt like he could breathe afterwards. He went through hell every time, but afterwards it was so worth it. He took a shower and ate his breakfast.

He smiled all the way to Hannah's room. She was already there when he arrived and she smiled back at him. Sarah left the room and the two of them were once again alone.

"So, how was yesterday?"

"I wrote a letter to mom."

"How did it feel?"

"Good. Really good. I was sad. I'm still sad, but it's so much better though. Oh, I got really good news also. My father pleaded guilty. He's in jail now. For a really long time. And, he gave up his rights to be my guardian. So now Carole and Burt are my real guardians."

"Is that what you wanted?" Hannah asked him.

"Yes, yes it is!" Blaine said with a smile.

"Well, then good. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks." Blaine smiled.

"So, the next step is going to be harder than it has been so far, Blaine. But it will be worth it in the end. But, you'll have a lot of work in head of you. We'll help you, but this part isn't the funniest."

Blaine took a deep breath.

"Okay."

"I want you to work through your painful memories of your father. You're going to talk about them, think about them and write them down, until they don't hurt anymore. Okay?"

Blaine nodded.

"So think about one of the hardest memories you have. Then, close your eyes and tell me what happened. Talk me through it with so many details as you can – smells, colors… Tell me about it like it's happening right now, not in past tense."