1. Move bank accounts

2. Withdraw from UK

3. End lease for apartment

4. Get everything packed and moved

5. Apply for fall admissions to OSU or OU- online or night classes? Ask Carole which she thinks?

6. Get Kurt a really nice gift to cheer him up

That was everything that Blaine had to do within the next three days. As difficult as the first five appeared to be, Blaine was sure he'd have the most difficulty with the last item on his makeshift list that he had written on a napkin from the cafeteria.

Kurt had ended up having a rough night. He'd woken up several times whimpering and kicking. The nurse had given him something to help him sleep, but it appeared to have mixed poorly with another one of his medicines because after taking it he ended up throwing up into a bucket for two and a half hours.

By three in the morning the poor thing had finally gotten to the point where he was able to fall asleep, but he'd coughed through much of the night. That was why¸ after he'd woken up at 11:30 with a 100.7 fever, he had fallen straight back asleep and had remained that way ever since. It was now 3:00 in the afternoon and he was beginning to show those first signs of waking up. He'd uttered soft noises, had attempted to roll over a few times (which resulted in whimpers after putting pressure on his wound), and his hand was now feeling around and trying to grasp something.

Blaine leaned over and grasped his hand. Kurt's fingers intertwined with his and he visibly relaxed. "Mmmmmhey." He yawned, eyes still closed.

"Hello." Blaine leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Do you feel better?"

Kurt squeezed his hand and nodded. "I think so, I'm just tired." He yawned again, rolling on his side so he was facing Blaine since his injury wouldn't let him face the other way. He yawned again, a very adorable one. Finally his blue eyes opened and he blinked at Blaine. "Hi."

Blaine laughed and kissed his forehead again. "Have I told you that you're absolutely adorable lately?" He laughed even more when Kurt shook his head. "Well, you are. I'm almost positive that nobody looks as adorable when they wake up."

"Especially after they threw up all night." Kurt chirped.

Blaine just pressed his lips against Kurt's. "I love you."

Kurt smiled and returned the kiss. "I love you too." He pressed his forehead against Blaine's and looked at his boyfriend, saying nothing more. Blaine occasionally gave him a quick kiss, but their eyes never left each other's. Finally, he spoke again. "I'm afraid, Blaine."

Blaine reached up and stroked his soft cheek. "You have no reason to be. Your dad and Carole will be right here."

"But you won't be." Kurt looked down. "Half the time I feel like a little baby duckling lately, toddling after you and become depressed whenever you leave the room. Am I a baby?"

"No." Blaine shook his head slowly. "You're most certainly not a baby duckling either, Kurt… you're just scared and that's okay."

"Knowing you won't be here tomorrow sucks. And if Finn wrecks my car, so help me God, I will kill him." Kurt joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, not wanting Blaine to worry.

"In all seriousness, Kurt, tomorrow will be fine. The police officer will just want to know exactly what you told your father and me. That's all. It won't even take twenty minutes, and then think about it. You'll have all day to watch those silly shows you like that I complain about." Here was Blaine's own attempt to lighten the mood a bit, but it didn't exactly work.

"I'd rather have you here and watch a stupid football game." Kurt grumbled, then sat up and leaned against his pillows. "What if they don't believe me?"

"They have no reason not to believe you, sweetie." Blaine kissed his hand.

"I wasn't even raped. I don't think they'll care…" he looked down at his lap. "It's not that big of a deal, right?" There was a tone of sarcasm in his voice, but the way he stared down as he said it made Blaine's stomach churn.

Blaine was completely shocked by that statement. It was the last thing he expected Kurt to say. Not a big deal? He had a punctured lung. He still had some cuts and bruises that were visible, although most were beginning to fade. Not to mention the emotional turmoil he knew was only going to get worse. Soon Kurt would go from being upset to being angry. Then he'd go back to being upset. It was going to be a long process. "It's a very big deal, Kurt. You had to have surgery. You could have died."

Kurt made a very odd expression and then shrugged. "But I didn't."

"It doesn't matter that you didn't! You could have and I'm very sure they'll see it that way. All you have to do is tell them what happened tomorrow." Blaine didn't know how to tell Kurt that it was a much bigger deal than he was trying to make it out to be, and that he didn't have to pretend he was okay. He squeezed his hand, hoping to reassure him, but Kurt just shook his hand free and wrung his hands together timidly.

"What if they catch them?" He whispered.

"They'll prosecute them. They'll be charged with assault and they'll go to jail for a very long time. You'll be safe." Blaine's hand moved to his head and his fingers ran through Kurt's lighter hair.

"But will I have to… See them?"

Kurt was sounding like a scared little child again and it was breaking Blaine's heart. He didn't like this Kurt. He liked cute, funny, sarcastic, and witty Kurt who always had the perfect comeback to anything you could say. "I don't know, honey… I guess that would depend if they plead out. I don't think there would be a trial… but I can't be entirely sure."

Kurt was silent for several moments and then he visibly relaxed. "You watch too much Law and Order, Blaine." He teased.

"I've actually never seen it." Blaine laughed. "I considered law school and read up on things. I really enjoyed the Civics class at Dalton. Plus, my grandma was a judge before she became mayor. She would tell me all about it when I was younger." He continued stroking Kurt's hair, watching Kurt carefully. He smiled when Kurt looked up at him. "Feel better?"

"Yes. Come sit up here with me." He nodded eagerly and scooted over towards the other edge of the bed. Blaine got up there with him and they both fit comfortably. They were pressed pretty close together, but they would have been just as close if they'd been in Kurt's room on his bed. And probably even closer if they'd been on Blaine's bed, but that was something else entirely. "You don't talk about her much."

"My grandma?" Blaine rested his head against Kurt's shoulder.

"Yeah." Kurt took Blaine's hand in his own, playing with his fingers. "Is she nice? She always looked nice on the TV."

Blaine pressed his lips together thoughtfully. He didn't really like talking about his family much, so he wasn't really sure how to answer. She had always made Blaine's father step up and do the right thing where Blaine was concerned financially. Then again, she'd also paid to have Blaine sent to Dalton Academy, conveniently right at election time. Having a gay grandson standing next to her at those publicity things surely would have cost her a few votes. Blaine had always thought, deep down, that it was for that reason she paid for him to attend the school and not because of his bullying. "She's nice…"

"That doesn't sound very convincing." Kurt whispered, opening his arms. "C'mon. You won't hurt me."

"I might." Blaine protested.

"Nope. You're going to let me hold you and tell me all about your mean grandmother. Do it or I'll go all diva on you."

Blaine slid down into a semi laying position and very carefully laid his head on Kurt's chest, making sure to avoid getting close to his wound. Kurt's fingers stroked his hair. "She's not mean. There isn't that much to tell, really." He shrugged.

"I don't believe you." Kurt said in sing-song voice.

Blaine laughed quietly and then shrugged again. "I don't know… she's never really been outright mean to me. It's complicated…"

"I can handle complicated." Kurt urged. "It'll take my mind off of tomorrow."

"I really don't want to bother you with all of this right now, Kurt." Blaine nuzzled him. "Let's talk about something else. What do you want to study in college? Theater?"

"Maybe… I kind of want to study fashion design or merchandising too." He reached down, linking hands with Blaine again. "I looked at schools in Kentucky… Eastern Kentucky University offers both."

"You were looking at schools in Kentucky?" Blaine tilted his head up to look at Kurt, his heart fluttering a bit.

"You seeme to like Kentucky… I want to be close to you. But UK doesn't offer Fashion merchandising… and EKU is only a half an hour drive away from UK…" He bit his lip and looked back down at Blaine. "Maybe we could live together?"

Blaine sat up and hugged him. "I thought you wanted to go to school in California or New York?"

"That was before I met you."

Blaine's heart fluttered again and he pressed several kisses to the top of Kurt's head. He was so in love with Kurt Hummel that it just… what could he even say to explain? It was an overwhelming feeling, but overwhelming in the most amazing way. The boy made him absolutely melt. Kurt had no idea how amazing he really was. He had no idea what he did to Blaine. "Oh, Kurt… Don't give up your dreams to be closer to me. We can make long distance work. We did really good these past few months, didn't we?"

"Well I really want to be with you, Blaine… I-I've missed you so much and I just don't think I can be without you."

Blaine moved them so they were back in a lying position, stroking Kurt's hair this time. "Well maybe we can have some sort of compromise? I really liked UK, but I'm willing to go somewhere else to be with you… but I'll be completely honest with you. I don't see myself liking living in California or New York very much. I've visited New York and it's amazing to visit but… I think to live there would be another story completely."

"Do you still want to go to law school? I know you're majoring in English, but you've never really talked about what you want to do after it. You just joke that there's nothing you can do with it."

"Law school is really hard." He touched Kurt's nose, smiling a bit. "It would be nice but I don't know if I'd even get in."

"If it's what you want to do, you should try." Kurt offered him a big smile, despite the fact that he was beginning to look a little paler and sleepy. "I'm sure you'd be an outstanding lawyer. You're outstanding at everything you do."

"Thanks." Blaine kissed him. "C'mere, take a nap. Your dad will be here with your dinner by the time you wake up and then we'll watch Chicago. I know how much you like Mr. Cellophane and Cell Block Tango."

Kurt nodded and burrowed his face in Blaine's chest. "Don't go anywhere."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Kurt. Get some rest." Blaine kissed the top of his head and made himself comfortable as Kurt fell asleep.

***WBUCT**

"Thanks for helping me with all of this, Finn."

"Don't mention it." Finn stood behind Blaine as he struggled to get his house key into the lock the next day. It was 9 in the morning and pouring rain. "We picked a hell of a day to do this."

"Welcome to my life." Blaine grunted as he finally got the door to unlock and pushed the door open. "It's probably really messy." He had to say this out of habit. In actuality, his house was very neat and organized. He was just such an organizational person that if one thing was out of order, he felt as though the entire house was in disarray. That is why he often spent late Friday nights cleaning every inch of his small apartment.

"Nice place! My dorm room sucks. And it's always freezing." He put his hands in his jeans pocket as he looked around. "Do you really make enough money to have a place this sweet? Where do you work?"

"Well I worked at the main campus library and at the textbook store down the road. I didn't make that much though. My parents paid for this place." The words felt nasty in his mouth. He hated that they paid for this place and wanted nothing more than to have enough money to support himself.

"That is totally awesome, dude. Your parents must really like you if they put out this much money."

Something like that, Blaine thought as he kicked in the several boxes he'd brought to pack his things. They tracked water on the floor. "It was already furnished so we don't have to worry about anything like that. This shouldn't take long."

"I can't get over how sweet this place is!" Finn exclaimed a few seconds later as he was putting books into a box. "Dude, what did your parents say when you told them you were leaving UK? Mom was worried about it but I told her they'd be totally cool with it. It's for Kurt and all, you know. It's not like you're just dropping out, right?"

"Right. I actually haven't told them yet though." Blaine tossed DVDs and CDs carelessly into a box, eager to get packed. He had already transferred his bank accounts and went to end his lease (which was thankfully quarterly meaning, since it was late October Blaine only lost out on two months' worth of rent money, which he paid off while there), and had officially withdrawn from the University of Kentucky. The billing advisor had tried repeatedly to talk him out of it after seeing his straight A's, but nothing was keeping him from getting back to Kurt.

"Why not? Think they'll be mad?" Finn taped the box up.

"Probably. They don't exactly like that I'm with Kurt, Finn."

He'd never said that out loud. Well, he had to David and Wes… but that didn't count. It had always been sort of an unspoken thing between Kurt and Blaine, both of them knowing but choosing not to dwell on it. After all it wasn't Kurt they disliked; it was their "ways." It was sad because they hadn't even taken the chance to meet Kurt. Not that he expected his father to, but his mother could have at least met them for lunch or something. Seeing as she pretended to be such a good mom and all.

"Do they not like Kurt?" Finn asked, sounding very defensive.

"They don't like that I'm gay." Blaine said shortly. "I didn't exactly fit into their perfect home picture. I don't really talk to them all that much. They just pay for my school and apartment because my grandmother, who doesn't like me very much ether, makes them."

Finn stared at Blaine, mouth hanging open. "Your family… your family doesn't talk to you because you're gay? I didn't know anyone could not like you, dude! You're so… likeable."

Blaine laughed. "Thanks, Finn. It's okay. Not every parent is as understanding as Burt and Carole, but I knew it was going to happen." He folded up a blanket that was on the couch and set it on the coffee table neatly. "I knew when I came out it wasn't going to go well. I came out on my twelfth birthday. To my dad. He signed me up for a Conversion Camp the next morning."

"A what camp?" Finn looked at him, confused.

"It was called Desist or something like that. It's down in Tennessee. It's a camp that my parents sent me to… to turn me straight."

Finn dropped the box he was holding, which luckily held nothing breakable. "What?"

"It was this utterly ridiculous camp." Blaine had really never talked about it before. At least, again, to anyone that wasn't Wes or David. He tossed things into a large box, not looking at Finn. Thinking about that camp gave him an uneasy feeling. "You couldn't even talk to your family. I stayed there for six weeks. The first week you stay in an approved hotel with one family member. You can't speak 'or communicate in any way' with them. You can only close the door fifteen minutes a day to shower. You can't call or text your friends. You can't watch the news. You can't listen to any music unless it is Christian and approved." He tossed in more clothes as he spoke, getting angrier with each word. "And you have to read and write these ludicrous journals."

"About what?" Finn was still staring at him in shock.

Blaine sort of waved his hand in a careless way. "About how you would 'change your ways!' What does that even mean? Oh, I'll just flip on a switch and suddenly like girls?"

"But you didn't live there?"

"After the first week you do stay. You room with 3 other gay teens."

"Could you talk to them?"

"Yeah, but it was just ridiculous." Blaine taped the box. "There wasn't a whole lot of talking, and when there was it was… well… Everyone just talked about sex and drugs. At night people would sneak out and throw parties and drink and fool around. The camp did nothing but give a bunch of gay teens the chance to have sex. We wrote our journals about abstaining and ignoring our urges, but five minutes after we finished writing it almost everyone would be locked in the bathroom with someone having sex."

"S-so… did they just read the Bible to you and stuff?"

"We had to memorize verses." Blaine moved onto his dishes, Finn following him into the other room. Blaine wanted to stop talking about it, but didn't want to be rude. "And if we didn't have them perfectly memorized, you'd be punished."

"Punished?"

Blaine's hands were shaking as he lowered his plastic plates into the box. "Yeah, punished. Sometimes they'd make you watch these stupid documentaries on the joys of loving a woman or man. You know, the gays would watch one on loving a woman and the lesbians on loving a man. And sometimes they'd make you just stay up all night memorizing and reciting verse after verse. And sometimes some of the younger ministers in training would beat you."

"What?" Finn yelled.

"Yeah. They liked to knock you around. Especially if you were smaller or more flamboyant." Blaine took a deep breath. It was like he couldn't stop talking about it now that he'd started. He never even told Kurt about what went on at the camp and he most definitely hadn't told him about his rampant sexcapades. Kurt knew he'd had a very active sex life when he was fifteen, but he didn't know any specifics. "There were investigations launched all the time. They'd hit a kid too hard and someone would see when the kid went home, you know. But it never did anything. They sent me there five summers in a row."

"Why did they stop sending you?" Finn asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." Blaine said in a sharp voice. He'd talked enough and they were reaching territory on a completely different level. Blaine couldn't go there, not right now.

"Okay, dude." Finn nodded and went to pack some of the stuff in his cabinets. He was quiet for several moments until he said, "I guess I… uh… shouldn't have asked… I'm really sorry, Blaine… that's… that's not cool. What they did to you, I mean…"

Blaine looked up and met Finn's eyes. By this time he had had enough time to calm down and he flashed him a big smile. "Thanks. It was a long time ago, it's okay. Just don't tell Kurt."

"Kurt doesn't know?" Finn looked surprised. "Why not?"

"I don't really like talking about it. If he ever asked, I'd tell him. But I don't feel the need to bring it up, you know…" Blaine shrugged. "He worries about enough as it is. I'll tell him eventually."

Finn nodded again, still feeling guilty for having upset Blaine. It was pretty cool, though, that he'd just had a bonding moment with his little brother's boyfriend. In that short conversation he had gained so much respect for Blaine Anderson and it made him look at the boy in a completely different way.

…

Finn and Blaine didn't have everything unpacked and settled until about 10:00 that night, and Blaine knew there was no way he would be able to sneak into the hospital since visiting hours ended at 9:00. He had been hoping to make it to the hospital so he could at least spend the night with Kurt, but it hadn't exactly worked out that way. It had taken Blaine and Finn longer to pack up than he thought, but the fact that they left the TV on the Buckeyes game didn't help that at all.

"So tired. Can't move." Finn moaned, collapsing on the couch.

"I never knew a box of clothes could be so heavy." Blaine fell onto a chair in the living room. He stared blankly at the TV, not even watching it. He had half fallen asleep when his cell phone rang. He looked down at it, immediately feeling dread that it was his parents. But there was virtually no way they could already know… no way. It was a random number, but he decided to answer it anyway. "Hello?"

"Blaine."

Blaine smiled and stood, making his way into the guest room he'd be staying in. "Hey! How do you feel? How did it go?"

"It went alright." Kurt's voice said softly. "I miss you. Are you home yet?"

"We just got finished. I tried to get back in time to come see you but it took longer than I thought it would. Sorry."

"Mmmh, it's okay."

Blaine could picture Kurt curling up on his side as he held the phone. He probably looked adorable doing it too. "Did you watch a lot of TV today?"

"Mhmm. Carole and I watched Beauty and the Beast. I may or may not have teared up." He yawned. "They said I could come home soon. Probably the day after tomorrow. Or the next. As long as I don't get another fever or anything."

"Oh?" Blaine asked. He waited for a few seconds but didn't get an answer. "Kurt?"

"Hmmm?" Kurt was obviously dozing.

"Kurt, I love you…. I love you." Blaine's stomach suddenly knotted up, thinking about his conversation with Finn from earlier. He wanted to go see Kurt, to have Kurt hug him. Even if Kurt didn't know what was wrong, it would make him feel better. Any time he thought about sad stuff, he'd just go right up to Kurt and ask for a hug. Kurt was very good about not prying for information at times like that. He'd just wrap his arms around him and rest his head on Blaine's shoulders. Sometimes he'd hum or rock Blaine a bit, others he just stood still, squeezing him tightly until Blaine decided to pull away. "You do know that, right?"

"No, don't take the phone. No." Kurt whimpered suddenly.

"Sweetie, it's Carole. I'm sorry but he's falling asleep over here. They've changed his medicine again."

Blaine bit his lip and resisted the urge to sigh softly. "Tell him that I'll talk to him tomorrow?"

"Of course, honey. You should get some rest yourself. You sound exhausted."

"I'll do that now, Carole. Thanks." Blaine hung up the phone and lay down, but didn't go to sleep. He was thinking much too hard to fall asleep and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

***WBUCT***

"Hello, Kurt!"

Kurt, who was in the middle of taking a bite of mashed potatoes, almost dropped his fork ('Who eats mashed potatoes with forks?' he had thought when the nurse handed him the tray) and his eyes widened in horror. Rachel Berry was standing in his hospital room and he, Kurt Hummel, looked terrible. He looked terrible as in he had not showered in a week and probably smelled. He looked horrible as in his hair was oily and he was pretty sure his face was breaking out from his lack of face washing.

"Oh god." He gasped as two men followed her quietly into the room.

"Rachel, you cannot just barge into somebody's hospital room without knocking!" Leroy Berry, her African-American and Muslim father, whispered.

"Kurt, how are you?" Hiram, Rachel's Jewish father, asked as he approached the bed.

"Oh god." He repeated.

Leroy laughed. "This is why you don't barge into people's rooms, Rachel. You would have thought you learned your lesson after what happened when you were six. I take it she lied when she said she called you?" His attention turned to Kurt.

All Kurt could do was nod.

Rachel rolled her eyes as she sat down on the large cushioned window sill near Kurt's bed and crossed her legs. "I knew he would say no, but honestly it's getting ridiculous. He's been in here for a week and hasn't been letting anyone in to see him. Mercedes is hysterical, Kurt."

"Rachel, I can't believe you did this." Hiram shook his head and took a seat by Kurt. "I'm sorry, Kurt. Sometimes she forgets that the world doesn't revolve around her."

"It's got nothing to do with me! I've come down here, Kurt Hummel, to discuss the set list for Sectionals. New Directions needs your input. If we look better, it will make me sound even better."

Leroy's eyes widened in horror. "Rachel! Please, go to the cafeteria and buy something! Honestly!"

"Daddy, he'll be back in no time and we're the two best singers in Glee club. I need his feedback. We're carrying the weight of the club and if I want to get into—."

"Carry that weight elsewhere for a few minutes, okay? And try to come back a little less self-absorbed, sweetie." Hiram added. "I blame you for buying her the karaoke set when she was three, Leroy…"

"Fine!" Rachel sighed. "But I will be back, Kurt, and we will be discussing things. I want to run some ideas for our costumes by you. I'm thinking Alexander McQueen inspired. I know the guy is dead but—."

"Sweetie, go." Leroy made a waving motion with his hand, and then pointed at the door. He was smiling at his daughter though and only looked slightly annoyed.

Rachel left the room, practically skipping.

"We are so sorry, Kurt. She said that you'd told her we could come." Hiram said, leaning close to Kurt and putting his hand on Kurt's. "How are you holding up?"

"Oh god."

Leroy laughed and took the other seat by his husband. "Don't worry, Kurt. We won't judge you by your appearance. Only because every other time we've seen you, you've looked amazing."

Kurt blinked at them and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"We wanted to come as soon as we heard you were here, but your dad said he thought you needed some time. I hope you don't mind." Hiram spoke in a gentle voice.

"Of course I don't." Kurt squeaked. "T-thank you for coming."

Leroy smiled. "How are you holding up, Kurt? Are you healing okay?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded. "My wrist feels much better now and I can eat solids and move around… They don't want me to try walking yet though. They think it will tire me out too much or something."

"You should take it easy." Hiram gave Kurt's hand a small squeeze. "Is anyone here with you? I thought I saw your dad's truck."

"Dad's on the phone with Jeff. Another meltdown at the garage, you know. He's got all new staff—well apart from Jeff— and two of them are idiots." Kurt shrugged. "He's probably just outside where he can get better service. Blaine will be here soon too."

"We brought you some snacks!" Leroy suddenly exclaimed, holding up two things of Tupperware. "I got you cookies because everyone likes cookies. Hiram thought you'd want fruits… which is probably true because you always eat healthy… but cookies are good and that's what I contributed. They are store bought, though, because I can't bake."

"We know that, honey." Hiram laughed. He had been the father to stay at home and take care of the house and Rachel. He had only started working again once Rachel turned thirteen and was deemed mature enough to stay home alone (and to cook her own dinner, because anytime it was her and Leroy alone he would opt for fast food).

Kurt gave an awkward laugh, not knowing what to say. He hadn't seen Rachel's fathers in over a year, but they—Hiram especially— used to be the people he would run to when things got to be too much. Especially when things at McKinley started getting really bad.

Hiram gave a soft sigh, hand still over Kurt's in a reassuring way. "Are you okay?"

"Not really." The words came out much quieter than he'd meant them to, and he hated that he sounded like a little child.

Leroy sat on the edge of the bed, where Blaine usually sat, and looked carefully at Kurt.

"I cried when Rachel told me." Hiram said quietly. "I hoped you wouldn't have to go through anything like this, Kurt…"

"Me too." Kurt whispered, looking down.

"It gets better." Leroy patted Kurt's knee. "Eventually it really does."

"Doesn't feel like it will." Kurt sniffled a bit. "And I leave tomorrow or the next day… I don't want to go home."

"I felt the same way after I was attacked when I was your age. Only your attack was much worse." Leroy spoke softly. "It's an adjustment. But your family will help make the process easier. You can call either of us any time, you know? Even at three in the morning."

Kurt gave a rather pathetic smile as his lip started to tremble. "I know. It's just h-hard to even think about it."

Hiram stood and pulled Kurt into a hug. "You need to think about it and talk about it so you can heal… I remember Leroy held it in and it just made…" he trailed off, searching for words.

"It made things harder." Leroy sighed. "But once I talked about it, I felt much better. It made it easier to cope with and easier to heal."

"I'm scared." Kurt admitted into Hiram's chest.

"I know, sweetie. I know."

The door opened a bit.

"Rachel, can you gi—oh, hello." Leroy said and then smiled. "This must be Blaine."

Blaine quietly stepped in. "Am I interrupting?"

Kurt shook his head, wiping his eyes. "No."

Leroy moved back onto the seat. "I'm Leroy Berry. It's nice to meet you."

Blaine smiled unsurely. "Rachel's dad? I'm Blaine Anderson."

"Hiram Berry." Hiram held out his hand as soon as Blaine had reached the bed.

"Oh, I didn't know Rachel had two dads. It's nice to meet you both." Blaine shook Hiram's hand and then Leroy's.

Hiram ruffled Kurt's hair. "Should we leave you two?"

Kurt shook his head, not really wanting them to go. He felt more at ease knowing Leroy had gone through this and that he was okay. It gave him hope that he'd be okay too. "You don't have to."

Hiram nodded and ruffled Kurt's hair again. "We'll stay for a while longer, but I don't want to stay too long. You need your rest."

The four remained silent for a few minutes. Kurt's eyes found Blaine's and he sniffled a bit, silently begging him to come and sit beside him. It wasn't that he was so much scared. He just really needed Blaine beside him.

"Do you go to school with Kurt and Rachel still, Blaine?" Leroy asked Blaine in an attempt to make small talk.

"No. I actually graduated last year." Blaine answered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do you to go OSU with Finn?" Hiram asked curiously.

"I went to UK to study English. I'm taking a small break though." His eyes looked at Kurt and smiled at him.

"I didn't go to school for a few years before college." Leroy said thoughtfully.

"He thought he could make it as a model. It didn't work out for him." Hiram snorted and shook his head.

"If I hadn't modeled—"

"Tried to model."

"If I hadn't tried to model, I wouldn't have met you."

Kurt laughed quietly at the two men. He'd been to their house enough and had had enough sleepovers with Rachel to be used to their bantering. When he was younger, before he'd met Blaine, he used to want what they had in each other. They were his idols in a way. Of course they would be; they were the only gay people that he knew apart from his aunts who rarely saw him.

The door opened and Rachel sauntered in. "Blaine Warbler!" She exclaimed, as she always did upon seeing him.

"Anderson." He corrected, but was very used to this by now. She wasn't the only person who called him Blaine Warbler. "Hello, Rachel."

Rachel rushed forward to hug him. "I love the whole hair thing you're going on. It's so sweet of you to drive up to be with your boyfriend. I admire your dedication to him. Although I have to say, your presence is entirely unnecessary."

Leroy kind of rolled his eyes and Hiram hit him. Blaine glanced at Kurt, eyebrow arched.

"I mean he's got Mercedes and me, naturally. Only he hasn't let us see him. But we would have been here too if they'd have let us in. I tried getting in the first day but they escorted me out. Now, Blaine, how do you feel about turquoise shirts and neon green boas? Very Alexander McQueen, yes?"

"Erm… actually, I don't think so… and…" Blaine looked at Kurt.

"That sounds atrocious, Rachel Berry." He heaved a huge sigh. "What are you doing to Glee club? I've only been gone a week and you're trying to take everyone back to the 1970s. If you follow up this with asking about bell bottomed white pants, I am never talking to you again."

"I moved past my animal sweaters. I thought you'd be proud." Rachel scoffed.

"I'll be proud when you don't describe a baby's throw up bib color scheme and compare it to Alexander McQueen."

Hiram laughed and stood. "We should head out, Kurt. We don't want you getting all worked up and keep you from resting."

Leroy patted Kurt's knee as he stood. "Call us anytime you need to. We're always here to talk."

Kurt nodded. "Thanks for coming. Really. All three of you."

"You'll be okay. It gets better." Leroy said softly.

"Take care of him, okay?" Hiram said to Blaine, shaking his hand. "It was nice to meet you."

"Can I stay?" Rachel asked.

"I think Kurt needs his rest. We'll bring you back again later." Hiram answered, walking to the door and looking back towards Kurt. "Bye, sweetheart."

Rachel leaned down to kiss Kurt's cheek. "I'll be back to visit. Call Mercedes if you can. She's really worried."

"I will." Kurt nodded.

Leroy gave Kurt one last look and left with his husband and daughter.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and nuzzled his side, glad he finally had Blaine to himself. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Blaine leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

Kurt kept his head pressed into Blaine's side for quite some time. All of his tension was slowly fading and being replaced with comfort and safeness. He felt Blaine's fingers taking turns between stroking his hair and rubbing his back. He hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time.

"You asleep?" Blaine whispered, not wanting to wake his boyfriend if he was napping.

Kurt shook his head, scooting closer. He felt Blaine move as he laughed and then he felt himself being tugged closer. He looked up at Blaine, chin resting on his stomach. "Sorry I fell asleep on the phone. That medicine hit me harder than I thought."

"It's okay." Blaine gave him a small smile and touched his cheek. "You look much better today."

"Did you get everything on your to do list done?" Kurt questioned, leaning against him.

"Yeah. Open your hand."

"Why?" Kurt asked slyly.

Blaine kissed his cheek. "You'll see. Open up."

"Can I at least keep my eyes open?" He questioned as he opened his hand. He didn't get an answer, however. Blaine reached into his pocket and then dropped something very small into Kurt's hand.

"I wanted to find something better but… nothing was good enough. I hope you like it."

Kurt looked into the palm of his hand and saw a tiny green glass turtle with bright blue eyes. It was very detailed and beautiful. It also looked very expensive.

"The blue eyes reminded me of you so that's why I picked it. On the way home we stopped for food in this little shopping center… I wanted to find something better but—."

Kurt leaned up, cutting him off with a kiss. "He's perfect. I think I'll name him… Nolan."

"My name was almost Nolan." Blaine laughed. "It was going to be Nolan Christopher Anderson at one point."

"Very prestigious." Kurt noted.

"And it was almost Zachary Sean. Lucas Branson. Remington Dominic."

"Gross! That's almost as bad as Wyatt."

"Wyatt would be my middle name." Blaine nudged him.

"Your middle name is really Wyatt?" Kurt laughed loudly.

"All they wanted was a name that sounded rich." Blaine shrugged, very used to people laughing at his name. He laughed at it himself sometimes. His parents taste in everything was extremely tacky.

"Blaine Wyatt Anderson." Kurt spoke his name in a way that made it sound much prettier than it actually was. It really had a nice ring to it. "Blaine Wyatt... you know, I kind of like it."

Blaine snorted. "Well you're incredibly biased, aren't you? What middle name goes with Kurt Hummel?"

"Elizabeth." Kurt's reply was instantaneous.

"I told you mine, Kurt. You have to tell me yours. It's only fair."

"It's Elizabeth."

"Kuuuuurt."

"My middle name is Elizabeth. I was supposed to be a girl." Kurt said, looking very serious. "The doctors thought I was going to be a girl. My mother was ecstatic because she'd always wanted a little Elizabeth to name after herself. So she decided to fill out my birth certificate when my dad went to the bathroom. Dad wanted me to be named Kurt… so she named me Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

"You're lying. I don't believe you. Not even for a minute."

Kurt huffed a bit, frustrated, and returned his attention to his little turtle. "Nolan is so cute. What should his middle name be?"

"Sarah?" Blaine teased.

Kurt smacked his arm and it was a surprisingly hard smack for someone as thin as Kurt Hummel. "Make fun of my middle name again, Anderson, and I'll call you Remington Dominic every day for the rest of your life."

Blaine laughed and leaned against him. "You make me smile… and that's still not your middle name, Kurt."

"Well you're a meanie." Kurt pouted, although he definitely welcomed his boyfriend being closer to him. Blaine really was too smart for his own good. Then again, that was part of why he liked Blaine. He was extremely intelligent. "Now pick out our child's middle name!"

"Our child, huh?" Blaine looked at the turtle. "Personally I think he gets his looks from you."

"Blaine!" Kurt laughed loudly again. "Pick a name!"

"Hmm… Nolan Alexander?"

"Nolan Alexander Anderson-Hummel." Kurt gave a very serious nod, as if they were deciding on the name of an actual child. "Good job, Blaine. I like it."

Burt opened the door, stepping in. "What are you two up to?"

"Naming our first child." Kurt chirped, while Blaine shook his head and laughed.