Blaine kept smiling at Kurt as he drove him home. Kurt smiled back as often as he caught it. Blaine helped him all the way into the house when they arrived. Not letting go of his arm for a second.

"I'm fine Blaine. It's healed."

"I know. I just want to be close by." Blaine pretended like he wasn't supporting the side Kurt's rib had fractured on.

"You're impossible." Kurt groaned pushing through the door. Most of their friends that were visiting their families had gone back to New York, but Kurt's family as well as a complacent Santana, and Blaine's brother, Cooper were standing under a 'Welcome Home, Kurt' banner.

"Wow. Thank you, guys." Kurt smiled looking at everyone's happy and careful faces. He now knew what Artie must feel like all the time. His entire family was looking at him like he was a fragile sheet of paper that might tear at the rustle of the wind.

"It's so good to finally meet you little brother in law." Cooper stepped forward, cutting off Burt. "I don't know why Blaine didn't want us to meet before." Blaine just rolled his eyes and guided Kurt away from his advancing brother. Kurt hid a giddy smile at meeting his man crush.

"Hello, Cooper Anderson." Kurt was grinning and Blaine growled.

"Don't be jealous little brother. He is just a fan of my commercials. Someday he might be a fan of you too." Blaine's teeth were bared, and Kurt laughed.

"It's nice to meet you Cooper, but there is only one Anderson boy for me." Kurt looked over at Blaine and smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Eh hem. If were all finished with that. We made dinner. The last meal before you guys jet back to New York not to be seen until the next holiday." Burt grumbled. Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other, they hadn't told anyone else their plan to get married in a month, before the European tour.

They all sat around the table. Santana eagerly listening to every word Cooper said much to Kurt and Blaine's surprise. Burt, Carole, Finn, Blaine, and Kurt all talked about what a great week they'd had despite Kurt being in the hospital for most of it.

"Blaine we actually, uh, we got you something else as a Christmas present."

"I loved my presents. I think I'm going to wear the bowtie to all my concerts."

Burt chuckled, glad he had gone with the music notes as opposed to the checkered one.

"Be that as it may. You went so over-the-top with all our presents we wanted a chance to show you how much we love that you are a part of this family. Cooper actually helped us out a bit with this." Carole looked nervously over at Cooper who grinned and patted his brother's back. "Burt, would you like to show him?" Burt stood from the table and Blaine helped Kurt up so they could both follow him.

"Don't be upset. Your mother, Pam, actually helped out as well. In fact, it was partially her idea."

Blaine's face was blank at the mention of his mother. He couldn't imagine what ploy she had created to try to get him to crawl back to her. Burt just nodded and pushed open the door to the spare bedroom in the basement.

Blaine stepped in after he flipped on the light. "It's…It's all my stuff." He looked around, all his trophies were on shelves and some of his furniture was put back together and buffed out. "It's all fixed." He walked to the end of the bed. The same comforter that had been wadded up and thrown across the room was pulled tightly over it. He reached down and ran a hand across his Dalton blazer. It had stitch marks all over it from where it had been mended.

"We couldn't find the tie." Burt added as Blaine's hand trailed along the piping. He smiled lightly and reached into his pocket, slowly pulling out the folded-up tie.

"Have you had that in there since we visited your mom?" Kurt looked at him.

"It was one of the few things that hadn't been destroyed." Blaine unrolled it and gently placed it atop the blazer. Kurt walked all the way into the room and wrapped his arms around Blaine, the second he squeezed, he must have pressed all the pent-up emotion out of Blaine. He was sobbing into Kurt's shoulder and Kurt sat him down on the edge of the bed and looked up at his dad, who slowly backed away closing the door.

"Shh. Blaine. It's okay."

"It's not though."

"Do you not like it?" Kurt patted Blaine's hair.

"I love it. I'm just amazed and touched that your family was the one to do it."

"Your mother helped." Kurt assured him.

"Sure, she opened the door so they could take everything. She didn't help." Blaine was still crying into Kurt.

"Blaine you are a part of this family now and this is how the Hummels treat family."

"I'm so glad I get to be a part of this."

"And we are glad to have you." Kurt smiled down at him, "Are you ready to wipe your tears and get back up there?"

"No I want to cry in my room for a few more minutes."

Kurt chuckled, "Okay. I'll be outside the door if you need me."

"So I'm not alone?" Blaine grinned with tears falling down his face.

"Never, Blaine Anderson." Kurt smiled and closed the door as he walked out into the basement.

Less than two minutes later, Blaine opened the door and Kurt pushed himself away from the wall. Blaine smiled at him and Kurt wiped under Blaine's eyes to get rid of any excess tears.

"Are you okay now?"

"Better than okay." Blaine looped an arm through Kurt's and they made their way upstairs.

Everyone was standing around nervously. Santana was still in the dining room going through her emails.

"Oh Blaine. I'm sorry if you don't like it. It was a total invasion of privacy we realize that now. We ca—"

"Carole, please. No. I absolutely love it." Blaine walked up and hugged her. She laughed and hugged him back. He turned to Burt and they both just breathed with tears in their eyes before hugging. He gave Finn a half hug and thanked him as well. He turned to Cooper.

"Thanks, Coop."

"I didn't know he had done that little brother. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Cooper." They hugged for a moment and Kurt smiled and sat down to rest his sides.

"Kurt, honey are you okay?" Carole looked nervously over to him. Blaine turned and rushed to Kurt's side, kneeling on the floor in front of where Kurt was on the couch.

"Kurt?" Blaine put a gentle hand on his knee.

"I'm fine everyone, just taking a little break."

"Kurt, you're very pale."

"That's why they call me porcelain." Kurt joked. But no one smiled.

"No Kurt, you are paler. You're white as a sheet, are you sure you're okay?" Burt stepped closer.

"I'm fine."

"We leave in the morning, let's get you upstairs and in bed so you can rest."

"I thought we had til the afternoon? Kurt was wobbly on the couch.

"I'm borrowing the label's jet so the flight will be quicker and you won't have to be uncomfortable."

"You didn't need to do that Blaine." Kurt's eyes were heavy, and Blaine put a hand on his torso opposite the rib to steady his swaying body.

"Kurt, something is wrong. What is it?"

"Nothing."

"I'm going to get a cool cloth." Carole rushed toward the kitchen. "Can you guys carry him upstairs to his bed, he needs to lie down." She shouted as she passed through the dining room into the kitchen. Finn, Cooper, and Blaine each took part of Kurt's body and gently lifted him. Slowly taking the stairs and being careful not to bump his rib.

"I'm fine. Put me down. I can walk." Kurt was arguing, but his words were weak, and his eyes weren't open. His forehead was sweating, and Blaine was more nervous with each step they took.

They got him to his bed and gently laid him down. Blaine shooed the others away and removed the button up shirt Kurt had insisted on wearing out of the hospital. Carole came in with a cold rag for his forehead and the first aid kit.

"What's wrong?" She helped Blaine who was stripping Kurt down to his underwear.

"He won't say."

"It could be that he hasn't eaten enough. He may be dehydrated. Is there anything else the doctor or nurses mentioned that might go wrong with recovery?" Blaine looked at her panicked. He had no clue. If the doctors had mentioned something, he was too distracted worrying about the outside world to pay attention.

"I don't know. Carole, I don't know. I'm the worst fiancé."

"Blaine. You are not the worst fiancé and now is not the time to go into hysterics." She laid out the first aid kit. "Kurt, can you tell us what's wrong?"

"Dizzy." Kurt's voice was soft, and his eyes were roaming around. He swatted his hand around feeling for Blaine's. Blaine quickly grabbed it and leaned down, blowing cold air below Kurt's ear and on the other sweating parts of his neck.

"It's okay, Kurt. We are going to make it better." Blaine held Kurt's hand to his face as he looked frantically up at Carole who had begun dabbing with the cool cloth. "What's happening?"

"I think he's just feverish."

"We should go back to the hospital." Blaine was ready to call an ambulance, but Carole put a hand up.

"He just needs rest, Blaine. We've done what we can, now let him sleep." She tried to smile at Blaine who was staring at Kurt's milky face.

"Okay." Blaine didn't take his eyes off Kurt as Carole set her supplies down on the side table and left the room.

"What have I done to you, Kurt?" Blaine whispered rubbing a finger along Kurt's cheekbone.

"You've made me happy, Blaine." Kurt rolled his head slowly into Blaine's hand and peeled his eyes open.

"You need to rest, love." Blaine smiled down at him.

"I can't sleep without you beside me."

"And you won't have to." Blaine crawled up beside him, still wearing his sweater and red chinos. "Ever again." He nuzzled his hair into Kurt's neck, and they drifted to sleep.

The next morning Blaine woke to an empty bed. He panicked and looked around expecting to find Kurt lying on the ground ready to breathe his last breath. He threw himself off the bed and ran into the bathroom only to find Kurt looking in the mirror fixing his hair.

Kurt turned to him, slowly letting his arms down.

"You're fine."

"Yeah."

"Last night... You were." Blaine was catching his breath from his brief sprint. "You were so ill looking. Your rib?"

"It's been healed. I told you that."

"The fever?"

"Food poisoning." Kurt chuckled. "Carole, Finn, and Santana all got it too."

"Food poisoning?" Blaine looked around incredulous.

"Yeah we think it was the casserole thing Cooper brought."

"I didn't eat it because I don't trust Cooper's cooking."

"And my dad doesn't like green beans, so he didn't eat it either. The rest of us did and we all got sick."

"So you're okay?"

"Still a little queasy but perfectly fine."

Blaine ran toward him and snaked his arms around Kurt's waist, pressing his face into his neck.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." Kurt nodded and hugged him back tighter than usual.