Blaine was overjoyed when he found out that Kurt was finally going to return to school. He had his stitches out of his chest and was doing a lot better, physically and emotionally. It had been a little over three weeks since the shooting incident, and some of the students still seemed pretty shaken up by it, but to Kurt it was almost as if it hadn't happened. He told Blaine he just wanted to move on past it and get on with things. That raised a little red flag in Blaine's head. The shooting did happen. Kurt did get shot, and he almost died, and now he was trying to forget about it all? Blaine wasn't sure what to think.

His first day back Blaine drove him to school. Kurt's dad didn't really want to leave him in Finn's care all day, so Blaine took over the role for him. He helped him out of the car and carried his bag inside for him.

"I can do it myself," Kurt insisted. "I'm fine." Blaine didn't want to argue with him, so he let him handle things on his own. He walked him to his locker and handed him his bag. He could tell Kurt was getting uncomfortable with all the people staring at him, so he tried to act as a wall in between Kurt and the rest of the students.

"It's okay," he said to him quietly. "Just ignore them. You're not obligated to talk to everyone, you know." Kurt nodded stiffly and shoved his anatomy book in his locker.

"I know," he said, barely loud enough for Blaine to hear him. Blaine kissed the side of his head and helped him with his books. Kurt's hands were shaking, and he was becoming more and more stressed out.

"Hey, just relax," he told him. "It's okay. What're you upset about?"

"I don't want to be here," he said quickly, looking back at Blaine. There were tears in his eyes. Blaine pulled him into his arms, trying to shush him before he started to cry.

"It's okay, babe," he soothed. "I'm right here. I can take you home if you want, but nothing bad is going to happen." Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's back and held onto him tightly. Blaine ran his hand over the small of his back and tried to calm him down.

"Take me home," Kurt pleaded, getting panicked and worked up. His fingers were still trembling. "I want to go home."

"Okay, okay, we can leave," he assured him. He carried Kurt's bag for him out to his Prius. Kurt was still panicky and tense. Blaine held him for a minute, trying any way to soothe him. He opened the car door for him and set his bag down by his feet.

When Blaine came around to his side of the car, the dam burst and Kurt began to cry. Being back at school had to be a big step for him, but Blaine didn't see why he had become so scared. They hadn't even been there for ten minutes. But it didn't matter. Kurt was upset and needed someone.

"It's okay," he reassured him. "It's okay, you don't have to go back today. We'll try again tomorrow." Kurt held onto him, shaking in his arms. Blaine pushed his head under his chin and stroked his hair. "Sh, sh, sh." He suddenly understood how he wouldn't want to go back in there, especially after all he had been put through.

Kurt slowly leaned back in his seat, still latched onto Blaine's hand. Blaine opened the glove compartment and got him some tissues to dry his tears. "There you go. It's okay. Let's go home."

"No," Kurt insisted. "I don't want to get even more behind. I have to go in." Blaine knew he felt pressured by all the work he still had to make up.

"You don't have to go," Blaine said. He didn't want him to feel like he had to do anything. "I can take you home and you can rest for another day. Don't feel pressured just because of your work."

Kurt sighed, and then unbuckled his seatbelt. Blaine walked him back inside, staying by his side every minute. That was how the day went. Kurt wasn't quite used to being back at school, so they left at lunch. He only went to four classes, but Blaine was proud of him nonetheless. He faced everyone and wasn't afraid to talk about things with them. At lunch Blaine took him to the Lima Bean and got him a drink before they went back to Kurt's house. Both his parents were gone, so it was just them two. Kurt was actually pretty exhausted, so Blaine sat with him in his bed.

"I'm glad you decided to go to school," he told him quietly. Kurt nodded slowly, holding Blaine's hand weakly.

"'m tired," he mumbled. "School's exhausting." Blaine laughed a little and kissed his forehead.

"Mm hmm. Get some rest." Kurt had been sluggish and tiring easily, which was completely understandable. It would take him a while to get all his energy back. Blaine stayed with him as he napped, and eventually laid down next to him, his head resting on the good side of his chest. Kurt had dealt with too much the past three weeks. It just wasn't fair.

Author's Notes:

Finally finished this! This kind of went from one drabble to five chapters, so I apologize if you don't like it. This is the last one, I promise!

Figuring out the timing was a little hard for this. I don't know anyone who's ever been shot, but I figured some time in the hospital plus a few weeks at home for physical and mental recovery would be enough for Kurt. He was beginning to get sick of being at home all day, so he begged and begged his dad to let him go back, but he wasn't ready to be there again. And it's understandable, really. If I was in a plane crash and survived, then I probably wouldn't travel in a plane again. Does that make sense? I'm really rambling here. I'm gonna stop now.