More than anything, a day spent in hospital was boring.

Kurt had practically memorised every detail of his room: from the hard grey bed, to the papery white curtains drifting half-heartedly in the breeze coming from the open window, to the tinny TV in the corner (on which he was currently watching American Idol reruns), everything seemed sickeningly familiar despite his only recent acquaintance with it. The doctors had collectively decided that he should stay in the hospital for observation, just in case (in case of what, they didn't say), and that he could go home later on that day. Burt had wanted to stay with his son, but Kurt insisted that he go to work as normal, and only return to pick Kurt up that afternoon.

That moment couldn't come soon enough, and Kurt spent the day willing it to go faster. He felt lost without his phone, wondering if, as Finn had suspected, Blaine picked it up last night. He couldn't really remember anything after his meeting with Karofsky and that worried him, so he tried not no think about it – as the doctors had advised. Temporary amnesia, apparently, cured itself soon enough.

It seemed a lifetime before the knock on the door came and Burt pushed it open.

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed brightly, a beam spreading across his face for the first time that day.

"Hey, bud," Burt smiled, shutting the door and sitting down next to the bed. He was carrying a large sports bag that Kurt immediately nodded towards.

"What's that?"

Burt looked sheepish. "I, uh, brought you some clothes for the journey home. Figured you wouldn't want to wear your Dalton uniform."

Kurt's hands instinctively brushed over the hospital gown he was wearing. "Wow, Dad, thank you," he said. He paused, thinking that the bag looked very full, and frowned. "How many clothes did you bring?"

At this point, Burt's eyes seemed to rest anywhere other than on Kurt. "Well, I know how... particular you are about your clothes, so I... brought you a selection to choose from."

"Oh, Dad!" Kurt laughed. "That's so... thoughtful."

After a moment, Burt cracked a smile too.

Soon, Kurt was dressed and ready to go – and Burt had learnt a lot about how to properly fold waistcoats.

Checking the time, Kurt comment, "we could go pick Finn up from school."

Burt looked surprised, but nodded. "Yeah, we'd have time for that. You want to?"

Kurt nodded in response. "Would you mind?"

"Not in the slightest. C'mon, Kurt, let's get out of here."