Take All Of Me

Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Side characters: Quinn Fabray, Sam Evans, Cooper Anderson, Brianna Taylor, Dr. Warren, Dr. Marley Rose, Eva, Yvonne & Jackson Anderson (Blaine's parents), Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Thad, mentions of Nick Duval, mentions of Jeff Sterling
Pairings: Klaine
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: M
Summary: 28-year old Blaine Anderson, a former, traumatized US army soldier, is recovering from physical and mental trauma at Burke Rehabilitation Hospital where he meets Kurt Hummel, his angel in human form.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters! I also apologize for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue. Also, there are two minor character deaths in this story. It's not Klaine, I promise, but I wanted to warn you nonetheless.

I want to start off this author's note by thanking all the people who reviewed on this story! It makes me very happy. :) Thank you!

For your information, the first part of this chapter is P.O.V. Kurt, just to give a little back story to our favourite counter tenor. The next part (beneath the line) will take off right after the events of chapter 4. Hopefully it won't be too confusing.

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Without further ado… Enjoy chapter 5! And happy holidays!

Chapter 5 - "Lose Me In The Sight Of You."

Kurt Hummel felt at home in New York City. It had been his home for the last 10 years and it never got old to wander around the streets, taking in the city that never sleeps. Even at 12am, when Kurt was often found on the streets after a performance, getting back to his apartment in Brooklyn, there were tons of people still rushing around.

It was exhilarating that his dream had come true. He had often dreamt about exactly this life when he was still in high school. Tossing and turning in his bed inside his bedroom back home, it almost seemed impossible for a guy like him to find success inside Broadway.

He had often been picked on because of his squeaky voice. Until he had been accepted at NYADA, where his voice was praised for its uniqueness. Not much other guys had the same range as he had and it made him stand out.

It had often made fellow students jealous so he wasn't particular popular when he was attending NYADA. Luckily he still had Rachel and Santana, his roommates, so it had been enough for the time being.

Until he had been accepted a role in the Wicked ensemble, together with Rachel. Their very first perfomance on the real Broadway stage had been a day they would never, ever forget. From there on, it had been years of performing in different ensembles, until Kurt landed the role of Evan Hansen.

The audition process hadn't been easy. He had to compete with thousands of talented boys and it had actually made him feel sick right before his second call back, resulting in a trip to the nearest toilet stall.

He had no idea how, but he managed to fool the people behind the table and sing each and every other person auditioning under the table.

When he received the call that he had been picked to play the lead role in Dear Evan Hansen, he had been sipping a coffee inside his kitchen. The whole cup of coffee had landed on his expensive sweater and a shocked Rachel started screaming as soon as Kurt collapsed to the floor, chanting "I got it, I got it, I got it!" over and over and over again.

Santana had found them half an hour later, holding each other and sobbing into each other's shoulders. She had been ignoring them, until Kurt had squeezed the air out of her lungs, continuing his "I got it!" chant, until he received a pat on the back and a huf that sounded a lot like "congrats, Porcelain!".

Kurt took in the praise with open arms, even Santana's tame one and he had gone out, buying an expensive bottle of prosecco and they had raised their glasses together that night, celebrating the new found success of Kurt Hummel.

He had already been volunteering at Burke's Rehabilitation Hospital around the time he got the role, but he figured he still wanted to continue, if it wouldn't clash with his schedule too much.

When the directior had pulled him inside the office to run something by him, Kurt was scared. He thought he would be losing the role before he could even stand on the stage, playing a main character. He had been sweating in places he didn't know he could sweat.

It turned out the directior wanted to know how he would feel if he would perform at Wednesday, Fridays, twice on Saturdays and twice on Sundays. That way they could let some other talented boy perform on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Kurt had immediately accepted and figured he could volunteer at Burke's on his off days and taking Monday to completely rest, so he could book spa appointments, read books and clean the apartment.

The fame hadn't been instant. In the beginning, no one really recognized him, but after a few performances, the true Broadway fans started recognizing him and speaking to him on the streets. He would be chased by paparazzi, but not as often as he would have thought, which relieved him.

The blogs were enthusiastic about his performance, but ofcourse there were critiques too, especially from people living off the grid and thinking they were still living in the 1950's. They thought his voice was too high to sing Evan's parts right or they thought a gay boy wasn't fit to play such a complex character like Evan, but he tried to not read those articles.

Now, he was the most content he had ever been before, except for one thing.

Love.

The realization he had been alone ever since he came out, relationship-wise, was often a thought he didn't like thinking, but it was the truth.

Ofcourse that didn't mean he hadn't gone on dates or shared his most intimate parts with someone, but he had never been in love.

Until now.

It shocked him to no end. He was always careful around new people. But he had taken an immediate interest in the man in a wheelchair, missing one part of his leg. Ofcourse Kurt tried not to stare too much, but luckily he was a good actor, so he pretended alright.

Kurt had no idea still what had happened to the man, but he learned quickly he wanted to know everything there was to know about Blaine Anderson, the mysterious man in front of him.

He was happy when Blaine had told him he would eventually tell him everything. He liked to think that Blaine was feeling comfortable enough around Kurt to be wanting to share that with him. It made his heart beat loudly in his chest, he was afraid it would crash right out of his chest.

Kurt had noticed Blaine staring back, which made his stomach tingle in nerves. Ofcourse he had boys and young men being interested in him and he had found them interesting enough, he had never made such a constant connection than with Blaine.

They talked and talked until their voices were raw and Kurt suddenly was reminded of the fact he had to perform in less than 15 minutes.

Quickly, he jumped up and had taken Blaine outside, rushing them back towards the hospital, making Blaine laugh because he was so stressed about being late.

Once inside, Kurt had asked Blaine to roll himself to the common room himself and had bolted off, without much of a goodbye.


Blaine was breathlessly staring at Kurt, who ran around the corner, away from Blaine's eyes. It had made him sad he hadn't said goodbye, but he had high hopes they would talk some more after Kurt's performance. He wouldn't have to meet Blaine in his room now, so he should have some time.

Unless Kurt had some other patients to visit, Blaine suddenly reminded himself. He didn't have Kurt for his own and while Kurt had been a guiding light in Blaine's life, ofcourse Kurt couldn't be with Bliane constantly. He was a high demanding Broadway performer, who was volunteering and he could not be Blaine's private juke box.

Blaine sighed, running his hands through his hair and then wheeled himself towards the hallway he was staying at. He was particularly selfish and he needed to stop. He couldn't ask Kurt to be around him just because of the simple fact Blaine found him extremely fascinating.

Groaning because of his upper arm muscles starting to protest, he wheeled around the corner, almost within reach of his room, when Quinn stopped him, surprisedly.

"Hey, Blaine! You look tired."

"Well, thanks," Blaine sulked and dropped his head, so he was staring at his intertwined hands on his lap.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that…" Quinn exclaimed softly, kneeling down next to Blaine's wheelchair to grab his hand. "Do you wanna lay down?"

Blaine shook his head and tried smiling. "I'm fine, really. I had a nice coffee out with Kurt."

Quinn stared at him, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the hospital's hall way. "Oh?"

"Yeah… I bumped into him, quite literally and I asked him out for coffee to apologize."

"And he said 'yes'?" Quinn said, wonder in her eyes.

"Uh, yes? I surely didn't push him into joining me. Why… is that weird?"

"No, no!" Quinn said quickly, but her face said something otherwise. "Everything is alright, Blaine! Why don't I bring you over to the common room. Kurt will start his performance in three minutes."

Blaine decided not to read into Quinn's behaviour too much as he nodded, internally sighing in relief. His arms were killing him, even though he hadn't worked out that much today. It made him frustrated, but he decided to blame it on the intense feelings he had for Kurt.

They reached the common room just as Kurt stepped in front of it. He had created a small stage for himself and stared into the room, smiling brightly at every single patient inside. Blaine's heart jumped inside his chest when seeing the smile, suddenly having trouble breathing.

Kurt was so gorgeous.

That was it, that was Blaine's chant inside his head. Over and over again. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.

He stayed in the back of the room, not wanting to bother the other patients by squeezing by, blocking their views.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for joining me again. Let's take off, shall we?"

All the people inside the room let out a loud "yeah!", including the nurses who were watching in the back, leaning against the wall, ready to run out in case they were needed.

Kurt smirked his toothy smile and winked into Blaine's direction, who was still trying to come to terms with the fact he would be staring at Kurt some more. Blaine was a lucky bastard.

"I'm gonna start off with some Jackson…"

Kurt closed his eyes, suddenly looking really focused with his eyes closed. The bright light hanging off the ceiling shone right onto his face in such a beautiful way, it made Blaine gasp. He truly was an angel in human form.

"What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things that you said we were to gain?"

Blaine's eyes started filling up immediately. This was such a magnificent song and the way Kurt was folding the words around in his mouth sounded… perfect.

"What about killing fields? Is there a time? What about all the things that you said was yours and mine?"

There was an angel in front of the room, captivating every single person inside with his voice. Blaine was caught. Blaine had been caught from the first moment Kurt opened his mouth.

"Did you ever stop to notice all the blood we've shed before? Did you ever stop to notice this crying earth, these weeping shores?"

He couldn't deny it any longer. He couldn't deny falling in love, because he had already fallen. While it wasn't the most smart thing he had done, it was also beautiful. There was nothing more beautiful than to fall in love with Kurt Hummel.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah… Oh-oh-oh-oh…"

A single tear escaped from the corner of Blaine's left eye, making its way down his cheek, trying desperately to let himself be followed by more. Blaine didn't want to be defeated by his emotions so easily, so he quickly wiped the tear away, pressing his hands against his eyes, squeezing them shut, forcing himself away from the situation at hand.

Luckily he didn't notice Kurt's worried glance.

"What have we done to the world? Look what we've done. What about all the peace that you pledge your only son?"

Blaine felt his good leg shake, but he didn't dare taking his hands off his eyes, in case staring at Kurt would pull him into a questioning episode again. Ofcourse, right then, he noticed a soft hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Blaine nodded weakly, but felt someone grab his wheelchair and steer him out of the room carefully, but quickly.

A door was opened and he was pushed inside.

"Blaine?"

He felt himself shut off, his leg still shaking, while his stump started thumping uncomfortably, almost twitching underneath the pressure. It felt so wrong.

His body couldn't handle physical emotions, whether they were positive or negative.

"Listen to me, Blaine. We're gonna lift you inside your bed, okay?"

He felt a wide belt being wrapped around his waist and his feet were put on a plateau. He was told to hold onto something, but because he had his eyes closed, he couldn't tell what it was.

Soon, he was lifted off his wheelchair by an unknown force and he quickly opened his eyes to see what it was.

It was another kind of medical device. The belt was making sure he couldn't fall, while the medical device on wheels was holding him up. He noticed Quinn wheeling the thing over to his bed and he slipped away again, his eyes shutting close against his will.

His back was pushed into the mattress gently and a blanket was pulled over him. The shivering intensified as he heard noises all around him, making him whimper.

"Shh, Blaine, I'm here…"

He could still identify Quinn's gentle voice and he instantly felt calmer. He sighed as his head fell sideways on the pillow. His breathing evened out and the tremors in his leg and the throbbing in his stump were slowing down.

"Very good, that's it, sweetie…"

With a gasp, Blaine opened his eyes wide just as Quinn was wiping away curls sticking to his forehead, shaping them on top of his head.

"Hmm, feels nice," Blaine cooed.

"Welcome back, Blaine. What happened?" Quinn asked with big, honest eyes, removing her hand, making Blaine both glad and sad.

"I…"

Should he be honest with Quinn? Blaine had no idea if she would tell him. Ofcourse she had a duty of confidentiality, but Quinn had told him that Kurt and her were friends. Were these four walls safe enough to talk to a nurse about his deep feelings?

"Blaine? You can tell me anything. I promise it won't leave this room."

Blaine sighed, slightly relieved, although he couldn't know for sure Quinn would hold her word. He could do nothing else but to trust her. She had been nothing but kind since Blaine had arrived, so he probably should.

"I… feel something for Kurt?"

"Oh…"

"Yeah, oh…" Blaine said amusedly, as his stump sank down, now completely limp against the mattress, a sign it was no longer stiff and uncomfortable.

"I can imagine why, though," Quinn shrugged as she sat down on the edge of Blaine's bed, careful to avoid his legs.

"Yeah?"

Quinn giggled. "Yeah. I've known him since high school. He is honest, caring and has a beautiful voice."

"Exactly," Blaine said dreamily, staring off into the distance.

"You've got it bad. Is that why you spaced out?"

Blaine groaned as he got reminded of his episode. He had no idea where it came from. He probably needed another session with Dr. Rose to make sense of it all.

"I think so? I think my body has a weird way of showing emotions? I slip into shock when I'm reliving the explosion and I'm slipping off when I realize something positive?"

Quinn nodded, as she looked lost in thought. Blaine let her be.

After a minute or so, Quinn nodded again and cleared her throat. "That actually sounds logic. Your body hasn't felt true happiness or love in a very long time, so your body is confused and it doesn't know what its feeling, so it thinks it's something negative, but it's actually good? I will ask Dr. Warren if that is a thing tomorrow…"

Blaine nodded and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling tired.

"Will you send Kurt over to me when he's done?" Even though Blaine had his eyes almost all the way closed, he couldn't miss Quinn's sparkly eyes.

"Will you tell him?"

"No, ofcourse not. I have nothing to offer him," Blaine scoffed.

"Sorry for overstepping, Blaine. Sleep tight… Let me know if you need anything."

Blaine nodded again, already feeling his whole body slip into a deep sleep.


Darkness surrounded him, like a thick blanket thrown over him on a cold winter night.

Voices sounded from the distance, like the people speaking were close enough, but still far away so Blaine couldn't spot them.

Brown leaves were floating around him, tickling his bare skin.

His legs were shaking, but they were both full legs. He was standing on both feet, enjoying the feel of sand in between his toes.

The voices lingered on, while they sounded a lot clearer than before.

He wanted to move, but couldn't. His feet were covered in sand as he kept shuffling, the cold, wet sand feeling amazing on his hot skin.

His curls caught the wind and soon they were playing a game, ruffling the hairs over and underneath one another.

"Blainers!"

Hazel eyes looked up and met two familiar faces. Hazel eyes sparkled and widened as he studied the faces.

"Nick… Jeff…" He breathed out and tried lifting his hand to cup their faces.

He grabbed air as their forms vanished into thin air.

"No!" He mumbled, feeling weak. "Come back."

"Bye, Blainers," the wind spoke, sounding like Jeff so much it made Blaine's neck hairs stand up.

"Bye buddies…" Blaine mumbled back, floating away and back to earth.


Gasping for air, Blaine shot up in the bed, feeling his heart beat inside his chest erratically. He looked around the room. The curtains were shut close, but through the gap he could see that it was already dark out.

Grabbing the alarm button, he pushed it quickly as he signalled the time. 8pm. He missed dinner in the common room and his stomach was protesting.

As he waited for assistence, his fingers found a piece of paper when he ran them over his night stand, searching for his glass of water.

Surprisedly, he unfolded it.

Hello, Blaine. You looked so peaceful, I didn't dare waking you up. But if you'd like, you can call me? – Kurt.

His phone number was scribbled underneath the little note in an elegant manner and Blaine fisted the treasured piece of paper in between his hands, bringing it close to his chest. He felt like screaming and sobbing at the same time.

He felt euphoric, like nothing could ever bring him down, when suddenly he reminded himself of his dream. It had looked so real…

Sam came inside the room a few minutes while Blaine was still lost in thought.

"Hey, buddy!" Sam exclaimed as he turned on the lights and Blaine squeezed his eyes half shut, trying to get used to the sudden change. "You hungry?"

"Starving." As on cue, Blaine's stomach started rumbling.

"Let me get you some food, Blaine. Can I do something else for you first?"

"No, I'm fine…"

"You're fine?" Sam asked, worry present in his voice, as he took the chair and pulled it closer to Blaine's bed, sitting down. "Talk to me about it."

Blaine shook his head, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and he shrugged. "No, Sam, I really am fine. I just need some time to order the things I'm feeling in my head. I'll share it with you, I promise. Now I just really need some hot food in my belly."

"Okay, Blaine, if you're sure." Sam stood up, disappearing through the door, but now before looking around and staring at Blaine pointedly, who shrunk back a little underneath Sam's intense stare.

As soon as Sam had disappeared, Blaine took the piece of paper still tightly in his hand and unfolded it, staring at the letters and numbers in wonder, tracing Kurt's writing with a light touch of his index finger.

With shaking hands, he grabbed the new phone Cooper had bought him a day after he had broken his old one, saved Kurt's number and then opened a new message.

Hi, Kurt. Thank you for your number. I want to talk, but through text first, okay? – Blaine.

He put the phone back on his night stand as he saw Sam coming back with a hot plate of food. He took it from the nurse thankfully and munched on it, while Sam joined him for a while until he had to go back to work to help other patients get into bed.

They talked about them both being in Glee Club during their high school years. They even performed at the same competitions, but it had been such a long time ago that they had forgotten about the details.

Blaine learned that Sam had met Quinn and Kurt through the high school Glee Club he had been in. They had lost contact when Kurt moved to New York after senior year and Quinn and Sam stayed back in Ohio to go to nursing school.

When both him and Quinn decided to move to New York for work, they had gotten in touch again, like they hadn't just spent five years apart. And now they were good friends and Sam and Quinn had actually helped Kurt get this volunteering job.

Way too soon, Blaine's plate was empty and he handed it over to Sam, who was skipping off again, because he had to go back to work, leaving Blaine alone with his thoughts yet again.

Blaine's curiosity got the better of him and he snatched his phone off the night stand again, heart in his throat as he noticed a reply from Kurt. With shaky fingers, he managed to open the message without dropping his phone.

Hi, Blaine! Talking through text is fine. I'm glad you've managed to find my note. – Kurt.

Hi, Kurt! I found it alright. I squealed like a 5 year old when I discovered your phone number. ;) – Blaine.

Blaine swallowed thickly as he quickly hit 'send' before he could change his mind. It was risky. It was flirty and while Blaine should probably not flirt with Kurt, he couldn't help it, his heart taking over his mind.

He didn't have to wait long for a reply.

Did you now? :) Then I've made a good choice. – Kurt.

Biting his lower lip to contain a face splitting grin, Blaine typed out his response quickly.

You've made an excellent choice! Tell me, what does the great Broadway performer Kurt Hummel do on a night off? – Blaine.

Right now I'm hanging out with my roommates, but they are fighting. Again. Which is not a shock. So now I'm talking to you. Which is nicer than listen to them bicker. – Kurt.

Blaine couldn't help but to laugh out loud as his mind created the picture Kurt had just described. He could see Kurt sitting on the couch, annoyed as he glanced sideways to his roommates slash friends. While Blaine had no idea what the two young women looked like, he could create a pretty believable picture with the descriptions Kurt had provided him with when they had been at the coffee shop earlier that day.

I'm glad I can offer you distraction then. ;) – Blaine.

You're amazing distraction material, Blaine. :) – Kurt.

Blaine proceeded to squeal softly as he pressed the phone against his chest, happy at the way Kurt played along with his flirting.

I'm glad. Are your roommates any calmer now? Or do you still have some time to talk to bored Blaine? – Blaine.

I should still have some time, they're still in their yelling phase. Soon the crying phase will come and after that the hugging phase begins, which is my cue to pull them off of each other, before Santana will try and get her move on Rachel. Have I told you that Santana is a lesbian wanting to get into her roommate's pants for a while now? – Kurt.

Shaking his head, Blaine laughed as his eyes ran over Kurt's message. He was so good with words and he was amazingly funny. All good traits Blaine was looking for in a boyfriend.

Uh oh. That sounds tough. Can't you just move out now that you're a demanding actor on Broadway? Surely you make enough money to rent something on your own? – Blaine.

I should have enough money. But… I don't know. I've been living with these girls for the past 10 years now. I don't think it would benefit me to start living alone. I would miss them too much, even though they drive me crazy more times than not. None of us ever mentioned moving out, you know? – Kurt.

I understand, Kurt. Living together with friends is amazing. I've sort of experienced the same thing when I was in the army. – Blaine.

Blaine knew he was feeling comfortable around Kurt, even though he wasn't physically there with him, enough to share this piece of information. He had casually mentioned his old job without even thinking about it.

You were in the army? Wow, Blaine! – Kurt.

Yeah, for the last 10 years. Obviously I can't go back now, so I've been honorably discharged. – Blaine.

That must be tough. Can't they offer you an administrative position? – Kurt.

Blaine smiled sadly at the last words Kurt had put in his message. Ofcourse he didn't know about his father, who had made sure he wouldn't continue to work for the army, too glad his 'unfortunate accident' (his father's words, not Blaine's) could get him away from the army for good.

No, they haven't done that. It's fine. When they dismiss me from Burke's, I will find out what I can do for work in my situation and without some college degree. I haven't gone to college. – Blaine

Oh! Maybe you could go get a degree! I could give you my friend's phone number? He went to uni in New York and you can ask him all the questions you have about having a physical disability while attending uni. – Kurt.

Thank you, Kurt. That's a generous offer of you, but I don't know if that's what I want to do yet. I'll keep in mind though. – Blaine.

Ofcourse! Not that a simple Broadway performer would know anything about going to a general uni… But I wanna help you in any way possible! – Kurt.

You're far from being simple, Kurt Hummel. – Blaine.

Blaine couldn't help but to send that last message to Kurt, hopefully not scaring him off in any way.

Sam came back a while later to help him change into his pajamas and ready him for the night.

"Do you want to elaborate on your thoughts earlier?" Sam asked as he was done, handing him a little cup holding the pain medication for Blaine to swallow just before he went to go to sleep.

Blaine shrugged and shook his head. "I don't think so, it's still a mess inside my head. I just want to sleep on it and share it with my brother tomorrow."

"Okay, buddy," Sam exclaimed and walked off, waving at him from the door opening. "Good night, Blaine! If you need help, don't hesitate to call me. I'm here all night."

"Thanks, Sam," Blaine answered and Sam closed the door.

Blaine checked his phone for the last time, but he had no answer from Kurt. He was probably busy spending time with his roommates. Even though Blaine was constantly thinking about Kurt, it didn't mean it worked like that the other way around. Kurt had an exciting life and Blaine probably didn't fit in there.

Blaine fell asleep rather easily and he didn't need help from Sam throughout the night, sleeping like a baby without relying on any form of sleeping medication.

Probably the work of a rather interesting Broadway performer sneaking his way into Blaine's dreams.

Blaine couldn't be bothered in the slightest.


Wednesday was full of appointments and conversations. He received physical therapy from Eva, he had a talk with Dr. Warren about his recovery and he had two hours of talking with Dr. Rose, helping him deal with his demons. Also, his brother was constantly around him, typing furiously away on his phone.

When Blaine confronted him about it, Cooper told him he was talking to Wes' sister about the court trial.

As they had both expected, their parents didn't step down from paying Blaine's hospital bills, not without a fight atleast. So now Cooper was in a legal battle with them. All his time was devoted to talking to Wes' sister on the phone and typing away on his phone.

It had made Blaine rather emotional throughout the day, but Cooper had managed to calm him down, stating how Blaine would have done the same for him if the roles were reversed.

Blaine checked all day, but he hadn't received a reply back from Kurt. Every hour that passed made him more aware of the fact he wouldn't get one and he hated that it made his chest tighten in sadness.

His brother had bugged him about Kurt some more, but when he had seen his little brother's pained look, he decided to leave it be.

Blaine was glad his brother left it, because there was nothing to say about it anymore. Kurt didn't want to talk to him anymore and Blaine should move on.

But how should one move on from someone amazing like Kurt Hummel?


Thursday contained of Blaine spending time in bed the whole day, being so tired from the day before that his body just didn't want to cooperate.

When the clock neared two pm, he had read half a book already, he had hurt his eyes by playing stupid games on his phone for two hours straight and had even started writing a passage in a notebook, a diary of some sort, a request by Dr. Rose to organize his thoughts.

To make a long story short, Blaine was bored out of his mind.

Sighing, he pressed his hands to the sides of his head, pushing down and taking a deep breath in. Maybe he could start meditating, that could help dealing with his trauma's right?

He made a mental note to ask Dr. Rose about it during their next appointment, when a knock on the door startled him.

Kurt's head appeared from behind the door, a bright smile on his face and a big bouquet of red roses in his hands.

"Hey," Kurt said, a bit shyly. "Can I come in?"

"Sure!" Blaine said, surprisedly and breathlessly. Kurt had that effect on him. "Sit down, please!" He gestured to the chair close to his bed.

Kurt nodded, but first found a vase where he put the flowers in, filling it with water. "Where do you want these?" He looked at Blaine innocently, his lip caught in between his teeth. It made Blaine lose focus for just a second.

"Um, just on the table should be fine. Thank you so much, Kurt. That's really sweet of you."

"Don't mention it, Blaine," Kurt responded, wearing the same, bright, toothy smile as when he entered the room and it made Blaine's heart skip a beat.

Kurt then sat down and immediately grabbed Blaine's hand, staring up at him with sparkling, glasz eyes, full of emotions.

"I want to apologize for the way I left you hanging," Kurt began, tightening the grip on Blaine's hand, squeezing. "I really liked talking to you, even if it was via phone messages. But then I got caught into actually spending time with my roommates/friends and then Wednesday rolled around and those days are always full with work stuff. I sincerely apologize."

Blaine shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows together. "You don't have to apologize, Kurt. You don't owe me anything."

"I know I don't owe you anything." Kurt looked almost frustrated and it made Blaine even more confused. "But I liked talking to you nonetheless and I want to keep going."

"You… want to talk more?" Blaine asked carefully, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, is that weird? I said it in the coffee shop two days ago, Blaine. I want to get to know you, but I don't want it to be an obligation, you know…" Kurt trailed off, looking nervous.

"I'd like to get to know you better aswell," Blaine answered quietly, looking down at a hopeful Kurt, his heart ready to leap out of his chest.

"Well, then…" Kurt moved even closer to the bed, pressing his body to the frame, while continuing to hold Blaine's hand. "Tell me about your life, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine stared back, breath caught in his throat and tears in his eyes. "Are you sure you're ready for it?"

"I'm ready for everything, Blaine," Kurt mumbled back, wearing a lazy, but beautiful smile on his face.

"Okay," and Blaine took a deep gulp of air. "Here goes nothing."

"I'm right here, Blaine. I'm not going anywhere."