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Part 2, Section 1

Months had past since Blaine walked out on his father, and he barely ever came back home. It soon was going to be the end of summer and Blaine was always at Kurt's place. Kurt and Blaine had survived the year, better friends than ever since they practically lived together. Blaine's dad actually became Mayor of Westerville and now was so busy he didn't even notice Blaine was away weeks at a time or he just didn't care anymore…

Today was no different, Blaine was staying another week at Kurt's house. Blaine would stay weeks at a time and go home to make appearances, wearing his khakis and dress shirts and his hair gelled. Once he even stayed a few weeks at home until his father pissed him off enough that Blaine came running back to Kurt.

Here at the Hummel's, Burt and Carole loved him and treated him as a son, but Burt always wondered what was really going on between the two because of their closeness and the fact that Blaine was always there, but nothing said was going on. They were best friends, who had one major thing in common, being gay.

Blaine was crashing on the couch again—it was practically his spot—he woke up around 1am, and found his way upstairs to Kurt's new bedroom, pushed open the door silently and closed and locked it. He saw Kurt curled up and sleeping and pulled back the blankets and got in the warm bed, feeling Kurt's body heat up against his cool skin.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked mid sleep, turning to face him, and just blinked tiredly at him as Blaine inched closer and closer to him until his arms were around him and they were both closing their eyes and going back to sleep.

"Kurt," Blaine mumbled as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Carole was knocking on Kurt's door, "Guys, you better get up before, Burt finds out you two slept in the same bed again." They knew them very very well.

Kurt woke at the knocking and shoved Blaine gently to get off the bed, causing him to fall off, and just look at Kurt tiredly and confusedly with a pout on his lips.

"Ow, Kurt, what was that for?"

Kurt didn't say a word just shoved a pillow down on the floor, which Blaine grabbed and held and looked up at his best friend with sad eyes. Kurt got off the bed quickly and opened the locked door, "Nope, he was just sleeping on the floor, we talked into the late night," Kurt lied with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Okay, honey, just letting you boys know, I'm gonna make breakfast in a minute to be ready and dressed."

"Thanks Ms. Hudson," Blaine said with a smile from the floor and got up slowly.

"No problem, sweetie," she closed the door and Blaine turned to Kurt.

"I'm gonna get you for that," Blaine said and shoved Kurt on the bed and fell on top of him and tickled his stomach. Kurt fell back with giggles.

"It had to be done," Kurt breathed out, trying to grab his hands as his best friend tickled the crap out of him.

When Blaine finally stopped, they were both out of breath. Blaine breathed heavily, looking down at Kurt, inching closer to him. Kurt stared, his chest moving up and down, as he took his beautiful best friend in, who hadn't shaved in a week and who had curly, wild hair that wasn't contained or gelled at all.

"You're really beautiful Blaine," Kurt said as if he noticed it for the first time, but they knew that wasn't true.

"You too," Blaine said leaning closer, but Kurt turned his face and Blaine ended up kissing Kurt's cheek, Blaine's scruff, scratching at Kurt's soft hairless cheek, as Kurt gently pushed him off him.

"We should go down to breakfast, it smells so good," Kurt stood up and looked at Blaine nervously before heading out the door with Blaine following.

"Kurt… maybe we should talk, I mean we almost…" Blaine trailed off and shrugged.

Kurt looked back, "You're my best friend, Blaine, and we are very close. It really was a matter of time before one of us tried that…maybe it's not a good idea."

"Maybe…" Blaine trailed off, "So, are we meeting up with your friends tonight? For some kind of pre-glee practice they're having? Or should I just go home because that's a McKinley only thing?" Blaine asked, wanting to put his arm around Kurt, but stopped himself after he was just rejected for something he knew they shouldn't be doing.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed, "Can't we meet up with your friends, or like maybe I could meet your mom and dad," He sighed, knowing he wasn't out and he couldn't pressure Blaine into that.

"You know why we can't do that, Kurt. My mom maybe, she's so doped up, she'd probably get a kick out of you, but not my dad, he still hasn't talked to me after our fight a few months ago. But you can meet my friend Madison for sure, she's the only one who knows," Blaine sighed, wishing Kurt wasn't so difficult and right all the time.

"Yeah, I want to meet her, but we're not dating, we're friends, so "so what" if they meet me, why can't you have a gay friend?"

"I'm sorry if I'm disappointing you Kurt, maybe one day when the time is right. We're not even dating, if we were, I might have to come out then," Blaine smirked and nudged Kurt, knowing Kurt just denied essentially a chance for them to date.

"Ugh, Blaine, whatever, we're best friends, we'll ruin everything if we add sex to the mix."

"Who said anything about sex, Kurt?" Blaine said and wiggled is eyebrows at Kurt and started laughing.

"I don't know, I assumed if we dated, we'd have sex," Kurt blushed, "I mean eventually, but we're, we're not dating, so we won't have sex."

"Kurt, I'd love to, just obviously, we're not ready and you won't even date me," Blaine winked charmingly and Kurt melted inside, but blushed a heated shade of red.

"That's enough sex talk," Kurt covered his ears, "Maybe you should go downstairs and hang out with Finn and watch Saturday morning cartoons or the Jersey Shore or whatever he happens to be watching!"

Blaine raised his eyebrows confused and curious, "Well okay Kurt, we'll talk later. You have to come down sometime for breakfast, just think bacon and pancakes and eggs," Blaine said in a sugary voice that emphasized the deliciousness of all these things as he started walking to the door.

"Whatever, Blaine, tempt me, you know I'll be there eventually, and you bet it'll be about breakfast and not talking to you about sex and how much you wanna do me!" Kurt screamed out as Burt came out of his bedroom and looked at them curiously.

"What'd I tell you about sleeping in the same bed, you two? Huh, now beat it Blaine," Burt gently pushed Blaine towards the stairs as he went with a small laugh.

"And please no joking about sex, I won't know if it's real or not, should we have a sex talk Kurt, do you need one too Blaine?" Burt looked down the stairs at Blaine who shook his head no, and Kurt just started running out of Burt's way and followed Blaine down the stairs.

Blaine came to McKinley summer's New Direction glee practice at Rachel Berry's house. Blaine had been waiting to meet this infamous girl. He still hadn't shaved and he was ran out of clothes for the week, so he was wearing one of Kurt's outfits, some tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt and a silk purple scarf, the simplest he could find in his closet of exotic crazy stuff. Kurt added the scarf, saying it went well with the outfit, which Blaine might disagree, but just let Kurt play dress up.

Kurt kept his hand on Blaine's back as they walked in.

"Rachel, this is Blaine, my best friend."

"Hello, Blaine, I hope you like music because we got to win this year," Rachel nodded and smiled and mm hmmed when Blaine just looked at her. Rachel was wearing a brown polka dot dress with white knee high socks and flats.

"He loves music, he's a singer and apparently a musician, why haven't you played for me yet?" Kurt asked curiously as they walked in the house.

Blaine shrugged and smiled politely at Rachel, "Thank you very much for inviting me."

Santana and Brittany came behind Kurt and Blaine. Santana growled at Blaine, "I like my guys like skinny bears, look at that scruff, makes you look at least 24."

Blaine eye's widened and then he smiled, "Hi, I'm Blaine, Kurt's friend,"

"Oh, so you're gay," Santana shrugged, "Well I guess that's okay, right Brittany?" who just nodded and smiled.

"Why do you look like a mountain man, what is that on your face?" Brittany tilted her head and reached out and poked Blaine's beard.

"Hands off, Brittany, no! Go sit, somewhere, anywhere, I don't care," Kurt reprimanded and then pointed to a chair and Brittany sat down and looked around the room curiously.

"She has a very low IQ, Brittany, but she's a doll."

"Hey, dolphin, Kurt, when are we making out again?" Brittany asked, "I missed your sweet lady kisses,"

Blaine's eyes widened, "You made out with her? And I don't get to,"

"Yeah, sorry, Blaine," Kurt said as he took a seat in a chair for just one person. Blaine settled himself on the floor between Kurt's legs. He gently rested his arms on Kurt's furry boots.

"Kurt, why are you wearing these boots in the summer, I mean they are soft, but your feet must be sweltering!" Blaine pet the boots as he looked up at Kurt.

"They go with my outfit. You're lucky you're you because no one else can touch my boots but me," Kurt said snarkily and Blaine just laughed, resting his head against the soft cushion of the chair as Rachel started the meeting.

"Everyone, everyone, gather around. We are waiting on Mercedes, but we'll just start without her. So for sectionals, we need to do something bigger than last year, any thoughts?" Rachel looked out at her crowd, Chang-Chang were huddled in a corner, Puck was trying to make it look like he wasn't staring at Quinn, his baby mama, so he kept looking at her and then away repetitively, so he looked more like on drugs than anything. Brittany's legs were draped over Santana's lap. Finn was sitting next to them, while Artie was in his wheelchair next to Finn, glaring at Mike and Tina from across the room.

"I think we should have more glitter and feathers," Kurt said as everyone made faces at him. He just huffed, "Fine more Broadway, happy?"

Blaine smiled as he felt Kurt's legs gently rest against Blaine's body that was between them, even felt his crotch brush up against his head as Kurt slummed after his subtle defeat.

"I agree, Broadway, and yes feathers, too," Rachel nodded rather mechanically and called on Brittany who was waving her hands dramatically.

"Oooh, I think we should get exotic animals like a pet chicken. I always wanted one," Brittany said and looked around, "What, no one else? Go chickens!"

"No, I am a vegan, no animal cruelty, Britt, now Finn, you are our leader, and also my very handsome boyfriend, what do you think, Finn?" Rachel asked and Brittney muttered that she'd never hurt a chicken.

"I think we need a cooler vibe, Mr. Schue killed it with those Journey songs. Yes I mean I love Don't Stop Believing and that's what brought us all together, but we can barely relate."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Kurt muttered to Blaine, "I coulda came up with that one," and Blaine smiled, "I'm surprised I haven't met Rachel yet if she's dating Finn," Blaine said to Kurt curiously.

Kurt leaned down and whispered, "She's virgin territory, she doesn't come over, she doesn't stay over. They just date."

Blaine nodded, "Ooh, I guess I get it," thinking about how Madison was different and she was on virgin territory. "But me and you are on virgin territory," he whispered and raised his eyebrows playfully and Kurt laughed it off and shoved Blaine's whispering face back towards Rachel.

Though he just shrugged it off as Mercedes came through the door, "Sorry I'm late guys, what'd I miss, boos?" Mercedes went and sat next to Kurt and gently petted his hand and waved to his friend.

Blaine reached over and shook her hand, "Hi, I'm Blaine."

"Mercedes, nice to meet you. Look at your hipster little self, mm mm, this your boyfriend, Kurt?"

"He wants to be," Kurt said and raised his eyebrow like go me, I got a man after me.

"Blaine definitely wants to be," Finn added and laughed, "You should see them together, Kurt wants it too, but won't admit it."

Blaine grinned at that comment and Kurt glared at Finn and crossed his arms. He even gave Blaine a light shove as Kurt sat up more and crossed his legs so Blaine was no longer between them.

"It's okay, Kurt," Blaine whispered, now kneeling in front of the chair and looking at Kurt with care.

Rachel cleared her throat, "I don't think it's any of our concern who Kurt is dating, now is it, so let's get back to business. Mercedes, my diva counterpart, give me an idea."

As the meeting went on Kurt and Blaine whispered quietly to one another until Blaine managed to get Kurt to allow him to sit on his lap. Blaine argued they could talk quieter and have better eye contact if he was on his lap.

"We're not dating Blaine."

"I know, I just say I want to. Who wouldn't want to?"

"Stop, you're flattering me."

"I'm serious… I wouldn't stay at your house, crash in your bedroom and whisper sweet nothings to you all night long because I don't care about you."

"I know," was all Kurt said as he hugged Blaine who was still comfortable on his lap and now curling himself into a ball so Kurt just wrapped his arms around all of him and squeezed tightly, kissing the side of Blaine's mouth before focusing on Rachel. Blaine just rested his head on Kurt's chest as he watched Rachel for a while before closing his eyes, knowing he will miss this when he goes back to school next week.

School started up rather quickly, Blaine had to leave even earlier because he was moving into a Dalton dorm room for the first time as a junior, so his father and mother were actually helping him move in.

Blaine wore a pair of jeans with a polo shirt and his hair gelled to the side with a pair of brown dress shoes.

"I appreciate the help, Dad, after our…fight."

"You're my son, Blaine," he shook his head as he carried the last box in and set it on Blaine's desk. Blaine was sharing the room with Thad, who had yet to arrive yet.

"I know… it's just, I'm not who you think I am. I'm not perfect, Dad. I'm not very straight as an arrow as you may think…" Blaine trailed off, looking at his dad sadly.

"I know that, I mean you spent your whole summer at some girl's house. Just please do not get her pregnant, I don't need that in the news and attached to my name," William said seriously as he started unpacking the box on the desk that he set down earlier.

His dad had assumed he was at a girl's house, even though he never disclosed this information.

"Okay, whatever, Dad," Blaine rolled is eyes as he started unpacking and putting his clothes away in his drawers and closet.

"Don't whatever me, Blaine. I want to meet her."

"Dad, to be honest, I was just staying at a friend's. I don't have a girlfriend and I'm not sleeping with anyone. You can meet him if you want," Blaine said being honest with his father for the first time in a long time.

William stared at Blaine for a second, "Well, okay, that's fine. Still keep what I said in mind about protection for when you get another girlfriend."

"Alright. Enough on this subject," Blaine said firmly as he slammed down the box that was in his hands against the bed with force.

Blaine's mother came through the door with a smile on her face and looked around at the room, "Blaine, honey, this is nice," Ann said, pulling her son close and kissing his forehead with a giant smile on her face.

Blaine knew she was high off her too many pain killers, but just let her hug and kiss him.

"Thanks, Mom. I have to unpack, so I need some space," Blaine shrugged her off after a few seconds and continued taking things out of his boxes.

"You guys can go now, I'll be okay, I swear," Blaine looked over at them, telling him with his eyes that he wanted them to leave.

William put his hands up in surrender and gently grabbed his wife's arm and gently lead her out, "Bye Blaine, if you need anything, call us."

As William closed the door, he looked over at Ann, "Boy, has he changed." He sighed softly as they headed down the stairs to the first floor. He tried to rack his brain for what had happened or what wrong turn he or Ann had made in bringing him up. He was always respectful until he broke up with Madison, then he stopped following rules and never was around, sometimes even dressed differently.

As Blaine settled into his bed that was freshly made and his whole room was set up and even Thad had moved in, but was currently downstairs in the rec room with David and Wes playing air hockey.

He dialed Kurt's number as he laid back in his bed, hoping he would pick up.

After a few rings, Kurt answered.

"Blaine!" he exclaimed into the phone.

"Kurt," Blaine smiled, "Shit, I miss you, how am I ever gonna sleep alone," he laughed, jokingly.

"I know, right. You're still gonna hang out, right?"

"Of course. I can stay over weekends or you can come here if you really wanted," Blaine figured he could slowly change himself into who he was with Kurt here at Dalton.

"Really? Wow, I'd love that,"

"And I kind of told my dad. You can meet him, like if you wanted to. I mean not now or anything because I still kind of don't talk to him, but the card is on the table."

"Blaine, I'm proud of you. Look at you, letting me meet your father. Only if you're 100 percent sure."

"Next time I see him I guess. So anyway, tell me about your day?"

"Just went shopping, saw this horrendously dressed thing at the mall and almost died, oh wait that was Rachel Berry, I couldn't do a thing to help her."

"Finn's girlfriend?" Blaine laughed, "She's kind of cute in an odd way. She reminds me of my ex girlfriend," he said and then cursed himself, hitting his head and then pulling at his hair which made the gel was loosening.

"I'm sorry, did you say girlfriend?" Kurt asked slowly in a what did you just say voice.

"Yeah, um, remember Madison, the one said you can meet. You still can, when you come here. I dated her for about three months before I broke things off and told her I was gay."

"Oh my God, eh, ew, Blaine, did you have sex with her?" He asked horrified.

"No! God, Kurt, I'm a virgin, we just made out a little. She didn't turn me on, she was just nice to have around. Shit I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Are you sure about that Blaine? Because it seems like this girlfriend thing just slipped out by accident. When did you date her?"

"Last year around February."

"When we first met? Oh God, and you admitted to me you were gay," Kurt felt sick to his stomach as he moved to lay on his bed. He laid back and put his hand to his head as if he had a fever.

"I'm sorry. I knew I had to break up with her when I became friends with you because I had, well have, major feelings for you," Blaine sighed and then whispered, "please don't be mad at me, I'm all alone right now and I need you," he gripped the phone as he whimpered this out. He felt the tears welling up and the loneliness set in.

"It's okay, I forgive you, and you know I have similar feelings for you. Don't cry, I hate when you cry, especially when I can't be there to hug you or make you delicious cookies to make you feel better."

Blaine laughed a little as he sucked up his cry, "I'll be okay. Thanks Kurt."

Kurt entered his first day of school, wearing his newest pair of designer skintight black jeans and a button down white dress shirt with a grey dress vest that had small skulls on them with black ankle boots. He had Blaine help him choose the outfit. He was missing him a lot since Blaine had started school again and lived there now, it was kind of a hell without him. He was used to his midnight snuggles, and the times when Blaine would try to make him breakfast when Carole wasn't home and ultimately fail at it.

Kurt smiled though when he saw Mercedes who ran to him and hugged him, "Hey, boo! I haven't seen you for like a month, though I heard you've been keeping a hot boy toy in your house! Details!"

"Did Finn tell you that? He's just my friend Blaine," Kurt emphasized the word friend.

"Oh wanna be hipster Blaine with the cute curly hair and the pretty smile? The one who came to our summer Glee practice? I didn't know he was sleeping in your bed though? That's intense," she whispered and he looked at her desperately as if not to tell anyone else.

He whispered, "Yes, him. We almost kissed once and that's it though, I pulled away because we're best friends…and now that school has started I'll never get to see him." He looked down at his feet and then back at Mercedes who just wrapped her arm around him and gave him a one handed hug.

"Damn, boy, I woulda kissed the heck outta him, but you'll be okay. He seems to care, so you will find a way to chill"

"Thanks, Cedes," he just said as the bell rang and they went their separate ways.

That day a phone call from an unknown number came when Kurt was leaving after Glee Club. He picked it up as he walked out, thinking it must have been Blaine from his knew Dalton number, it looked like it had the same area code as Blaine's cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, can I speak to Kurt Hummel? This is Westerville Hospital, where the ambulance has brought Burt Hummel after he suffered a heart attack. We specialize in cardiology, here. He currently is in a coma."

Kurt stared blankly at the phone and he thought it would be a joyous one from his friend, it turned out to be a heart wrenching one from some receptionist at a hospital in a town he never even heard of.

"Mr. Hummel, are you there?"

"Yeah, yeah, um, is he gonna be okay? Can I see him? What room?" He spit out worriedly and numbly, knowing he had to rush there immediately. He just headed to his car, not thinking about Finn or Carole, who also cared deeply about his father, he figured Carole would find out like he did.

"Yes, please, visitors always help, he's in room 1015 in the ICU."

Kurt heard the words ICU and started crying, the numbness drifting away as fast as it came, "Thank you, I have to go now," he said through his tears as he ran the short distance to his car and got in.

He bowed his head and just sobbed. He wiped at his eyes once he calmed himself down and put the keys in the ignition.

He grabbed his GPS from the glove compartment and set it up to take him to Westerville Hospital.

He started driving thinking how could this happen, there must have been no god out there to let this happen to his father. He shook his head of that thought as he kept driving, realizing it was a 2-hour long drive, remembering that his father had been in the area for business.

He rubbed his runny nose as he sniffled and just kept driving.

Once he got there, he sat there for hours, staring at his father's lifeless body as nurses came in and out, touching his body and prepping for who knows what. At around 11pm, one nurse, the one who kept sneaking him coffee and juice from the hospital carts, gently put her hand on his shoulder.

"Sweetie, you should go home, it's getting late, and visiting hours are over."

"I just hate for him to be alone," Kurt's words were rocky and shaky and he didn't want to cry again. He frowned to stop the tears and the emotion from coming.

"He seems like a strong man, I'll keep him in my prayers as I do all my patients," she said softly before walking away.

Kurt didn't say anything, he just grabbed his phone and called Blaine, wanting him to pick him up and just hug him till he couldn't breathe anymore.

"Blaine?" Kurt cried out into the phone.

"Huh, what, Kurt, are you crying?" Blaine mumbled out, "I was sleeeeping."

"Um, my father is in Acoma, he had a really bad heart attack. Blaine, I can't live without him. I need him. Please come get me, the visiting hours are over and I can't be alone right now."

"Where are you? I'll be there as fast as I can," Blaine sat up quickly and looked around the room frantically for his sneakers, but he could only see his black Dalton dress shoes. He dug a in his closet as he kept the phone to his ear and finally found the sneakers in the back and put them on. He was still in his pajamas, blue and yellow plaid bottoms and a white t-shirt.

"Westerville Hospital. My dad was doing some work out there. I know it's far, but please come get me."

"No Kurt," Blaine wanted to laugh, but didn't and felt sick to his stomach knowing he almost did laugh, "I'll be there in 20 minutes, I swear. Stay strong for me and your father."

30 minutes later, Blaine was at Burt Hummel's hospital room. He took a look at Kurt who had fell asleep and was looking awfully cute but worn out and his face was tear stricken. And then he looked at Burt who was in Acoma and he sat there for a second. Took Burt's hand and said a quick prayer, knowing that he believed in the power of God. He let Burt go before going to sit beside Kurt.

He gently shook him, "Kurt, sweetie, wake up," Blaine whispered, "I'm gonna take you back to my dorm for some sleep, it's close by," he whispered as Kurt moved a bit in his sleep but didn't wake.

Blaine stroke Kurt's hair and then cupped his face and kissed his cheek, and said in a louder voice, "Wake up, Kurt, we got to go. You need some real sleep. You can sleep in my car, and then in my dorm."

Kurt's eyes fluttered for a moment and when he saw Blaine he smiled briefly and then wrapped his arm around Blaine. He bit his lip to suppress his tears.

"Oh God, Blaine, thank you for coming," Kurt squeezed him tight.

"It's gonna be alright, now come on, let's get you back to my dorm and to bed. I don't want you alone tonight."

"Okay, thank you, for this," Kurt said, no longer caring about wanting to meet all of Blaine's friends like he had in the past, even though this would be the perfect opportunity, he just wanted his father to get better.

"Anything for you, Kurt, I'm serious."