A/N As most of you know, I've been pretty sick with Bronchitis. The good news is, I'm getting better now. Thank you all for being so patient with me on this story! This is just going to be a short chapter, but I promise a longer one later this week!

As always, Reviews are welcome!

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Crossroads

Over the next few days, Kurt settled into a routine of school, hospital, and sleep, with an occasional visit with his mother thrown in. The only thing keeping him from a complete breakdown was music. He had the Beatles playlist going nonstop while he was in his dad's room. He often sang along while he was there, and one day brought several nurses to tears when he sang Let it Be.

On the few occasions he went home longer than the time it took to sleep, shower and change clothes in the morning, he had his Broadway musical playlist up. The kids in Glee were still pushing their spiritual agenda on him, and he had broken down just a little and downloaded the cast recording of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. He had to admit that the songs were pretty good, especially Close Every Door To Me, though he would deny it outright if anyone asked.

He still didn't believe in God, but after several more talks with his mom, he was beginning to realize that there was something he did believe in, something intangible. He was sitting in the hospital room the following Monday after school, after Mercedes had taken him to church the day before. He was holding his dad's hand, just thinking about everything his mother had said, and what Mercedes had said when he realized what exactly it was he believed in.

"I believe in you, Dad. You and me, that's my spirituality. We make each other stronger, better. I know you won't leave me, no matter what. And I love you, Dad."

He laid his head down on the bed beside their joined hands, his pendant laying against their clasped fingers, feeling sleep pulling at him. He was so exhausted, emotionally and physically, he couldn't fight the pull if he wanted too, his eyes drifting closed. He never noticed the faint glow emanating from his hand, seeping into his dad.

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Kurt was having a strange dream straight out of an old sci fi movie when someone shaking his shoulder woke him up. He blinked up at the nurse, who smiled kindly at him. "Well, you must really have been tired to sleep though all the excitement."

Kurt blinked a few more times before starting to sit up, but stopping as he felt a sharp pain pass through his chest.

"Excitement?" He asked, still very groggy, rubbing his chest with his free hand. His other hand was being clutched tightly by someone. It took him several moments to remember where he was, and then he glanced down at his hand, engulfed in his father's hand. He blinked again in confusion, and then looked up to the head of the bed, where Burt was smiling down at him.

"Dad!" He shouted, throwing himself at the older man, hugging him so tightly, despite the fact that his limbs felt like lead.

"Hi, kiddo," Burt said, weakly.

"Dad! You're awake! Oh, I was having the weirdest dream ever, but in it I knew you were going to be okay! I could see it! It was like that old movie where they shrink the people down and inject them into the guy's body! I could see inside of you and knew what was wrong, and knew how to fix it!"

Kurt knew he was babbling, but he couldn't help it. He was so busy hugging his dad he didn't see the apprehensive look on the elder Hummel's face.

"Kurt, hey, you're making it hard to breathe again!" Burt joked, his voice still hoarse from disuse. Kurt pulled back, smiling down at him. Burt glanced up at the nurse as she checked his vitals once more. "Do you have to keep checking every thirty minutes?"

She smiled down at him. "Doctor's orders," she replied, writing the information in his chart, then adjusting his pillows before asking if they wanted anything for breakfast.

Burt shook his head no, and she smiled once more before leaving them alone. Kurt frowned as her words sank in.

"Breakfast? What time is it?" He glanced around at the clock, surprised to see that it was after eight AM. "Oh my Gaga! I'm late for school!"

"Kurt, wait!" Burt said, grabbing his hand again. "Tell me more about the dream you had. When you said you could see inside me, do you actually mean it as if you were inside me, somehow?"

Kurt frowned, trying to remember. "Uh, yeah, like I'd been miniaturized, but I don't remember having a physical body. It kind of felt like when I visit mom, but when I visit her, I have a form, a kind of body, even though my actual body remains here. But in the dream I didn't have a shape or form, I was just kind of...floating."

Burt looked at him in awe, and then pulled him in and kissed his forehead. "No wonder you slept through everything. I bet you feel very weak, exhausted even though you slept so long, and your limbs feel like they weigh a ton."

Kurt looked at him in surprise. "How did you know that?"

Burt sighed. "When your mother's people finally found us, your mother was too ill to make the journey back to her home world. Fortunately they had a healer with them. She was able to heal your mother enough to stabilize her enough for her to make the trip, where they would be able to give her the cure for the disease that had ravished her. I watched the healer work, and what you just described to me was exactly what that woman did. And afterwards she was extremely weak, and slept for several days."

Kurt looked at him, frowning. "Are you saying I healed you?"

"You had a pain in your chest when you woke up, didn't you?"

"Yes."

Burt smiled and squeezed his hand. "You took my pain into yourself, and healed the damage."

Kurt just looked at him in shock. "I healed you."

"You did, kiddo. Congratulations, looks like you've developed a new power."