He sat quietly down in the white plastic chair next to Burt's bedside and reached a hand out to clasp Burt's own. His hand was cold, but Kurt just squeezed his fingers, offering some of his own body heat into them.
A couple more tears slid down Kurt's face as he leaned closer, brushing a hand gently down the side of Burt's face.
"Hey dad," he said quietly, but he knew there would be no response so he continued, "We got here as soon as we could...me and Blaine."
Kurt explained as he sat clutching Burt's hand like a lifeline, ready to save his father, although he knew that it was all up to his father's strength. He would give his unending support though.
"Open your eyes, dad," Kurt choked out, "all these doctors, they don't understand how strong you are, but I do. But the longer you stay out, the longer it will take to come back...please prove them all wrong. Just open your eyes. For me...for Carole...for your grandchildren."
On his last words, his voice broke and a loud sob echoed throughout the very quiet hospital room. Kurt dropped his head on top of their entwined hands that lie on the hospital bed and sobbed, willing with everything he had in him, that his dad could absorb some of his energy and life and come back.
Ever since his mom had died, Burt was all he had for a long time.
Kurt had been so close with his mom, both being werewolf, and he had been so young when she had died, he never believed he'd make it without her. As great a dad as Burt was, it would never be the same without her.
And though Elizabeth's presence was always missing, Kurt felt safe and home with Burt, felt comfort in knowing that even if he couldn't have his mom anymore he could still have his dad. And after the first heart attack that he had when Kurt was younger, he had promised to be better and healthier, Burt had promised he would never leave him.
Yet now here he was, again, sitting in a cold hospital room and hoping against all hope that his father would honor what Kurt expected; that Burt wouldn't die and leave Kurt here alone without any parents.
Sure, Kurt had Carole, Blaine, his pack and his children, but it just wasn't the same, could never be the same, not without his rock.
After another hour, sitting alone, he squeezed Burt's hand again, before getting up, leaning over to kiss his father's forehead and walked out of the room.
"Hey."
Carole and Blaine both looked up where they had been quietly talking in a couple of chairs, outside the room, and Blaine immediately got up to wrap him in his arms. Kurt sighed into Blaine's shoulder before allowing Blaine in the room to see Burt, while he sat with Carole.
"It'll be ok, honey, your dad's tough," Carole said more to herself than Kurt, but he smiled at her, "We've been here before, he knows what to do, if he knows what's good for him."
"Yeah, he should know by now, not to mess with you." Kurt said in a joking manner, and Carole giggled a little sadly, "He'll be alright, mom. I know he will...he has to be."
Back in the hospital room, Blaine had seated himself in the chair next to Burt, but he was mildly uncomfortable with the situation, he didn't know what to say or what to do. So he settled for sitting silently for a while, listening to the monitor and the respirators around the bed.
But as he stared up at Burt, a man he had come to respect and love, over all these years, his family, his father-in-law, the tears started again, and loud sobs ripped free as he placed a hand over Burt's on the bed.
"Burt...in all the years I've known you, I've never once doubted how strong you are...you can get through this I know you can. You may not be werewolf, but you'd be a better one than most." Blaine said, as he squeezed his father-in-laws hand, waiting for a squeeze back that never came, "I regret never calling you Dad, because you are Burt, you are...I love you, Kurt loves you...I-"
Blaine choked off as another sob came out, ruining his speech for a moment.
"I try to be a great father to my own kids...just like you...Kurt too," he explained as he wiped the tears away from his face, "But we still need you, the kids need their grandpa...we can't lose you yet. Not yet."
Blaine took in a shaky breath as he leaned across and kissed Burt's forehead like Kurt had done previously, and then he smiled sadly at Burt while he walked back out, unable to stand being in that room a moment longer than necessary.
Over the next few days, Kurt had been backwards and forwards from the house to the hospital, several times a day. Every time, just talking to his father about random things, or talking about the kids. Elizabeth and Alex were staying with Pam for a little longer, Puck and Sam had been taking great care of everyone back home too.
Blaine had been updating everyone as much as he could, but there wasn't really any changes, good or bad to report.
Kurt had been sitting for about 3 hours already, on day 6, he was silent. He had said everything he could possibly say and now he waited.
A nurse had come by to ask if he wanted a drink or anything, but he refused. He continued to stare at Burt for the next several minutes, trying to memorize his face, every wrinkle, freckle, scar, every hair on his head and chin. He had done this every night before he left.
It was the only comfort he sought for himself, burning his dad's face into his memory...just in case.
Carole and Blaine also spent a lot of their time in Burt's hospital room. Carole was distraught, and obviously as devastated as Kurt, and Blaine was almost always silent, his face torn between a sad smile for Kurt or a frown. Carole and Blaine seemed to be walking on eggshells around Kurt at the house too, and Kurt knew that, but he was grateful for it. He simply didn't have the energy to put on a façade and pretend everything was going to be okay, especially when he was starting to believe the exact opposite.
On day 12, the doctors told Kurt that they believed that since it was 2 days until the 2 week mark since the heart attack and Burt hadn't shown any signs of coming out of the coma, they believed that he probably wouldn't make wake up.
So they would have to decide whether or not to leave Burt on the ventilators or shut them off.
Blaine had excused himself to go and let the others know, the guys would probably want to be here to say goodbye tomorrow or the next day, and Carole walked out to calm herself down too, leaving Kurt to think about what the doctors had told them, by himself.
Kurt the rest of that morning sitting with Burt, sobbing uncontrollably soaking his own shirt and the sheets on the bed. He was squeezing Burt's hand so hard, the knuckles on both their fingers were turning white, but he didn't care, he wanted to somehow get through to his father. Kurt was in physical and emotional agony when he remembered the decision they were faced with.
How could these doctors think that any of them could make a decision of this enormity? How could they possibly even suggest that they be the ones who decide whether or not his father lives, none of them understood, and it made Kurt angry.
"YOU P-PROMISED ME!...THAT YOU WOULD N-NEVER LEAVE ME!" He yelled out emotionally at his father, who lay still and unconscious, "I BELIEVED IN YOU...I did I-," Kurt was writhing from his sobs. "And n-now," he paused, took a deep breath and fought to say his next words, "Now I..."
He trailed off as he broke down in sobs again, as Carole and Blaine rushed into the room, obviously because of his raised voice. He lay over his father's chest, soaking through Burt's hospital clothes with his tears.
"I need you." He whispered into his chest, and then remained silent for a moment.
His hair was a complete mess, his eyes so swollen from crying they might as well have been closed
"Come back, dad, please come back..." he paused as he sobbed again, and Blaine stepped towards him just as he raised himself up, "Come back, daddy, please come back."
Blaine embraced him as Carole stood by, crying for Kurt's pain and for her husband. The anguished sobs from Kurt, causing quite the commotion outside, drowning out all other noise, and Blaine felt him collapsing and managed to hang on to him tightly, not letting him fall.
There was a grunt behind them and they all froze, and Kurt was wide eyed as he turned back to the bed.
"Dad?" He asked quietly, and there was a slight shift of one of Burt's legs as he grunted again. "Dad!"
After the doctor had been to see Burt, and had done all of the checks and tests, he had the nurses remove the respirator, and then left. The nurses made sure Burt was comfortable, double checking all of the other equipment before they filed out too.
The last nurse stopped before she reached the door.
"He will need his rest, but I'll let you all stay a little longer." She said as she looked back at them all, and they all smiled at her before she left.
Kurt and Carole both cried with relief when Burt turned and gave them both a smile, Carole leaning over and kissing her husband's cheek as Kurt threw himself down onto his father's chest again, sobbing.
Carole had hushed Burt as he tried to speak, and told him to save it for later, while Kurt and Blaine were talking to him. Kurt was holding Burt's hand tightly until his dad grunted and pulled his fingers away.
"Sorry, dad," Kurt said with a small grin when he realised how tightly he was holding onto him, and Burt smiled back at him, "I'm so glad you're ok."
"We all are." Blaine added and gave Burt a teary smile of his own.
After talking to Burt for a while, it was clear that he needed to rest again, so Kurt and Blaine left Carole in charge and made their way back to the house, promising Burt that they would see him later.
On the way back to Burt's house, Kurt became increasingly more tired, and Blaine chuckled lightly as he helped him out of the truck, Kurt leaning heavily against him as they made their way inside. Blaine told Kurt to go and have a nap while he made dinner.
Kurt smiled gratefully at him and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek before he headed upstairs while Blaine smiled after him before wandering into the kitchen. As the dinner was cooking he sat with his head in his hands on the table, having just hung up on the last person he had to tell that Burt was going to be ok, his mother, he was taking calming breaths.
He was extremely exhausted himself, but he still had his duty to do. Be there for his mate, and he didn't want to stop and rest until they were fed and taken care of.
Carole had come home when dinner was about to be dished up, and she and Blaine shared a smile as she sat at the table.
"Oh sweetheart, you didn't have to do this." She said as Blaine put the dinner on the table.
"It wasn't any trouble, besides you and Kurt need to be looked after right now," He said and she sent him a grateful look as she got up to get the plates and cutlery, "I'm just going to go and wake him up for dinner."
"Ok, honey."
As he walked up the stairs, he could hear light snoring coming from the guest room, Kurt didn't make it any further, before he collapsed, and Blaine smiled as he watched him for a few seconds.
He didn't really want to disturb his peaceful looking husband, but he knew that they would both sleep better later, on full tummies.
"Kurt, baby," Blaine whispered to him as he gently shook one shoulder, "time to get up."
"Mm what?" Kurt said groggily as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Is it that time already?"
"Yeah, Carole's home too." Blaine told him and he nodded before Blaine helped him to stand up.
"Tell me it wasn't a dream." Kurt asked quietly and Blaine raised a confused eyebrow.
"What?"
"My dad woke up." Kurt said in a whisper as he looked up at Blaine with wide hopeful eyes, and Blaine smiled gently, before cupping his face.
"It wasn't a dream, he did." He answered while placing a light kiss on Kurt's forehead and Kurt slumped into him a little with a smile.
"Good." Kurt sighed in relief, and they both walked down stairs, to go and have dinner with Carole.
Everyone was a lot more relaxed that night, after dinner, Kurt and Carole sharing smiles and Kurt grabbing and holding Blaine close any chance he got. As the night rolled on, their exhaustion caught up with them all, so they all turned in early for a good night's sleep.
Kurt had been on the phone for a good hour, first to Elizabeth and Alex, asking them how they have been while staying with their grandma, and telling them that they would all be going home soon. Then he had spoken to Puck and Sam, asking how everyone had been, and sharing in their good news together. When he had hung up, Blaine pulled him close, snuggling down into the bed with him.
After a few seconds of just breathing each other in, Kurt rolled on top of Blaine and forced their mouths together lazily, pushing his tongue past Blaine's lips as his husband's mouth opened under his, but all too soon Blaine wasn't kissing back, and Kurt chuckled lightly as he realised his husband had fallen asleep.
Kurt pecked a few kisses over Blaine's nose and forehead before pulling his husband closer into him and following him into sleep.
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Kurt awoke to a wet sensation over his cock, bringing him slowly into consciousness, and he looked down with a sleepy smile at the lump in the covers that hid his husband's head.
His sense of touch kicked in when he woke up a little, and he felt the slick, warm wetness of his husband's mouth sucking at him, and a wet finger playing around his hole. He chuckled.
He felt the sensations stop and then the lump underneath the covers moved, his cock slipping from his husband's mouth, and then Blaine's face appeared out from the covers on Kurt's chest.
"Good morning." Blaine said cheekily, while he lazily stroked the part he had just left, and Kurt grinned back at him.
"Morning."
Blaine pushed his lips against Kurt's, his dropping open to Blaine's probing tongue, finishing what he planned to start last night, and he moaned into Blaine's mouth as he felt the finger slip inside him. The kisses became urgent after that, sucking and licking at each other's tongue and lips, Kurt wrapping his arms around his husband, tugging at the shirt he had slept in, and pulling it up and over his head, disconnecting their mouths for a couple seconds before diving right back against the other.
Blaine pushed a second finger inside him, and Kurt arched his back and pushed up against him as he felt Blaine's own erection, hard and wanting, in his underwear.
Just as Kurt was about to place his hand against Blaine's cock, there was a knock at the door, and they both froze.
"Boys?" Carole's voice drifted through the closed door quietly.
"Yes, Carole?" Kurt called out, voice still a little sleep rough, and Blaine placed his forehead on Kurt's collarbone with a small laugh.
"I'm going to the hospital in about 10 minutes, I've left some breakfast in the kitchen for you," She explained and then they heard her chuckle as she walked away saying, "Whenever you're ready!"
Kurt rolled his eyes and shared a giggle with Blaine.
"She totally knew." Blaine said as he grinded his hips back against Kurt's.
"Of course, she always does." Kurt said with a laugh, that bit off into a moan as Blaine's mouth descended upon his again.
They kissed lazily for a few minutes, taking their time with each other. They hadn't been together like this for weeks, and they intended to take their time.
Blaine kissed his way from Kurt's mouth down over his chin, and down his throat, leaving a couple of lazy soft bites, and then sucking little marks across his collarbone.
Kurt sighed out contentedly as Blaine continued a path of kisses across his chest and down his stomach, stopping to suck another couple of soft marks into his abdomen.
Blaine fingers were still lazily stretching him as his lips wrapped back around his erection, and Kurt moaned out loud.
Blaine took his time as he sucked slowly, pumping his fingers in and out of his mate gently. Kurt was making so many noises above him, whines, moans, grunts, and soft growls coming from his lips and it made Blaine smile a little.
"Honey...please." Kurt said quietly and Blaine pulled off of him with a wet pop sound, and removed his fingers, reaching over to the bedside drawer for a condom and the small bottle of lubricant they stashed there.
He rolled the condom down his erection quickly, before attaching his lips to Kurt's and smothering himself with lube, moving in between Kurt's legs.
"I love you, baby." Blaine said against Kurt's face as he pushed inside slowly.
Kurt's face tensed and then relaxed quickly, as Blaine started lazily thrusting into him. He kept the movements lazy and slow, both of them reconnecting in many ways than just their bodies.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's back, stroking his fingers up and down the muscles over his shoulders, and raking his nails gently down his spine, as Blaine moaned low in his ear.
The thrusts were still lazy and loving, but they had picked up speed, and Kurt then realised that Blaine was extremely close already, it had been a while. Blaine had started making gasps and breathy moans between his thrusts, and Kurt pulled him even closer against him.
He rubbed up against him, as Blaine thrust into him, his hips stuttering as he got closer.
"It's ok, honey, let go." Kurt whispered against the side of Blaine's neck, and with a small bite from Kurt, he came, moaning into Kurt's hair as he slowed to a stop.
"Mmm, I love you so much," Blaine said as he pulled out and away from Kurt, and made his way down Kurt's body, wrapping his lips back around the straining erection that was still prominent between Kurt's thighs.
"Ah...oh Blaine...I-i love you too!" Kurt exclaimed around a few gasping breaths as he felt Blaine mouth descend even further than before, the head of his cock pushing into the opening of Blaine's throat.
Kurt moved his hips up and down, helping himself along, as Blaine forced Kurt's erection deeper into his mouth, nose now brushing against the trimmed hair at the base, and Kurt could not hold off much longer, and as Blaine ran his hands around his hips to cup his ass, he came.
His hips were still thrusting lightly against Blaine's face, as his husband swallowed around him. The movements of his throat starting to become a little painful as Kurt became oversensitive and he gently pulled Blaine's head away from him, with a hand in his curls.
Blaine smiled up at him, and rested his head against the side of Kurt's stomach, too lazy to climb back up, so they lay in that position for a while with Kurt stroking his hair lightly, and Blaine's hands running up and down Kurt's thighs.
After a lazy hour or so, just staring at each other, or kissing and touching lovingly, they had decided to get up. Kurt went to shower while Blaine went down to warm up their breakfast. He had finished eating his before Kurt appeared, and they shared a quick kiss as Blaine went to have a shower while Kurt ate.
When they had both finished and had dressed, they headed back to the truck to go and visit Burt.
Carole and Burt were talking quietly when they walked in, and Burt's face lit up in a big smile at the sight of his son, and Kurt rushed over to give his father a big hug.
"Hey son." Burt's voice was quiet and rough, but it was enough, and Kurt smiled at him.
"Hey dad, how do you feel today?" Kurt sked as Blaine leaned in to give Burt a quick hug in greeting as well.
"Good, better." he said gruffly and then he grimaced, "They made me eat that disgusting green jello though."
"Oh no." Kurt said mockingly as he laughed at his father's frowning face.
After they talked and joked about hospital food with Burt for a while the doctor came by to check on him, and Burt was adamant that he wanted to go home, but the doctor told him that they needed to keep for a couple more days just to make sure they have all the information and checks they can to make sure that this wouldn't happen again.
Burt grumbled but when Carole shot him a look he relented.
A few days later and Burt was allowed home, Kurt and Blaine doing their utmost to keep him comfortable, and making sure that they gave Carole as much help as they could. Eventually it was time for Kurt and Blaine to head back to their own family, and Burt had promised Kurt that he would definitely rest.
Carole had whispered to Kurt that she would be on top of him all the time, making sure that he rested and ate well, and Kurt believed that she would be. He trusted Carole.
Pam had called Blaine to let him know that she had taken Alex and Elizabeth back home, and everyone was excited for them to get back too. Kurt was biting his lip worriedly in the taxi back to the airport and Blaine had taken his hand and tried to comfort him as much as he could.
Kurt would be calling Burt and Carole as soon as they got home, Blaine knew it. He didn't blame Kurt for worrying about his dad, especially after what they went through for weeks.
As soon as they touched down in New York, Kurt was on his phone, Blaine rolling his eyes fondly as he walked behind him, carrying their luggage out. Sebastian and Hunter met them at the doors, with Bradley on Sebastian's hip, and brought them both into huge hugs.
"Oh my baby, oh I've missed you." Kurt said after hugging Sebastian and then scooping Bradley into his arms, his youngest son giggling against Kurt's shoulder.
"Daddy!" Bradley said as he spotted and held out his arms for Blaine, who smiled and took him from Kurt.
"Missed you, you little monster." Blaine said and then blew a raspberry on Bradley's face, and smiled at the loud laugh it brought on.
The rest of the kids were so excited to have their parents back, that they literally tackled Kurt and Blaine to the floor, and everyone laughed as Kurt tried to hug them all at once. After shelling out so many hugs and kisses, Puck and Sam helped them both off of the floor and tackled them into big hugs too. Everyone was glad to have them back, and Kurt and Blaine were glad to be home with their family.
"Daddy, daddy, look what I made with Nana Pam!" Elizabeth was shouting at Blaine, and Alex was shouting at Kurt to look at what he had made too.
"I drew a picture at school of all of us!" Isabella said loudly as she attached herself to Kurt's leg, and Justin and Bradley were giggling as they ran around Blaine.
"How is Burt, everything alright?" Puck had asked once the kids had settled a little and they had answered all of their questions, and Kurt nodded with a small sigh.
"Yeah, he's back home, complaining about being on bedrest, the usual." Kurt said and Puck hummed in agreement, they all knew how stubborn Burt Hummel was.
"That's good though," Puck had said, "So maybe this Thanksgiving we can all bombard him huh?"
"Yes, that sound like a good idea." Kurt laughed, with Isabella still swinging around his leg.
After a lot of bedtime stories and singing songs, the kids all settled to sleep, and Blaine turned to Kurt with a smile.
"You think they missed us?" He said jokingly and Kurt chuckled softly.
"Oh, no doubt about that," He said as he tried to pull Bradley's hands from around his neck, where his son had fallen asleep against him, same with Blaine and Justin, "seriously why is this kid so stro..."
Kurt trailed off as he took a deep breath in, and then his eyes darted down to Bradley's sleeping face, and Blaine watched worriedly.
"What?" He asked when Kurt had been studying their son's face for a long while.
"Come here and smell Blaine, tell me I'm not losing my mind here." Kurt motioned him over and Blaine shuffled from the floor by Isabella's bed to where Kurt sat against Elizabeth's bed.
He leaned over and smelled his youngest son, letting his scent in, and then he pulled back sharply and looked up into Kurt's eyes.
"He's a carrier..." Blaine whispered, and Kurt nodded.
They both glanced worriedly down at their baby, before Kurt managed to scoop him into his arms and carry to his room, Blaine following to put Justin down too. After placing light kisses on both of their sons' heads, Blaine pulled Kurt out of the room and towards their own.
"Ok, now this is worrying me." Kurt said abruptly as he and Blaine stood in their bedroom, and Blaine turned to look at him for a second.
"What? Bradley being-"
"Yes."
The answer was so short and sharp that Blaine raised his eyebrows, to which Kurt smiled apologetically as he sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands.
"Hey, what's going on, why are you getting bent out of shape about this?" Blaine asked as he sat next to Kurt and placed a hand on his back and a hand on his knee, "So he's a carrier, so what?"
"So what?" Kurt repeated as he looked at Blaine incredulously, and his husband shrugged.
"Yeah so what? It doesn't mean he's going to be treated any differently to the others, especially by us," Blaine said as he cupped Kurt's face, "and even if he hears things, we explain it in the most honest way we can. It's not wrong being a carrier, he isn't a freak, he's a miracle of nature. And carriers are some of the strongest werewolves of our kind, I hope you know?"
"Oh are they?" Kurt asked as Blaine started placing kisses around his face.
"Yep, and I've married the strongest one in the world." Blaine finished and smiled up at Kurt and he pushed him away, rolling his eyes.
"You make a convincing argument, but flattery will get you no-where, Anderson."
"Hummel-Anderson actually." Blaine quipped in as he reached out and pulled Kurt down onto the bed with him.
"Is that some kind of club?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow as Blaine threw a leg over his waist and straddled him.
"Yes, and I'm the president," Blaine nodded as he grabbed both of Kurt's wrists and placed them over his head, before grinning down at him, "we have matching t-shirts and everything."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, with your face on them."
Kurt laughed out loud as Blaine grinned down at him cheekily, so he sent a smirk back.
"Those must be expensive shirts." Kurt said as Blaine descended and started rubbing his nose along the sides of Kurt's face, and slowly sliding down his jaw.
"Not really," Blaine shook his head, and Kurt looked offended so he laughed and continued, as he bent to place small kisses along his husband's throat, "You see, no-one can buy these shirts, the price is 'love', and nobody in the world loves you more than I do."
Kurt bit his lip to hide a huge smile, as Blaine continued his path of kisses down his throat and across his collarbone.
"Sappy." Kurt said, but he couldn't hide the love in his voice or his eyes, and as Blaine looked up at him they both shared a grin.
"But you love me anyway." Blaine said quietly as he rested his forehead against Kurt's.
"But I love you anyway."