Blaine opened his eyes to a white room, and four pairs of eyes fixed upon him. The eyes closest to him were the first to notice him stir, the eyes attached to the hand that was firmly intertwined with his.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly, his voice dry and weak. Blaine stretched his neck and began to notice the shooting pain coming from his left leg. He groaned and plopped his head back down.

"Oh good, you're awake Mr. Anderson." The doctor said.

"BLAINEY THANK GAWD!" His mother cut in. He noticed Quinn sitting quietly in the corner, smiling at him. However the small teen sitting in the chair next to him never removed his gaze or worried expression.

"What happened?" Blaine grumbled.

Blaine's mother waved her arms and motioned obnoxiously towards Kurt. "YOU GOT SHOT BLAINEY! BECAUSE OF THIS MOTHERFU-"

"Mrs. Anderson." Quinn cut in softly but sternly. Blaine's mother frowned but shut her mouth none the less. Next to Blaine, Kurt's mouth twitched and he looked down at the floor to avoid Blaine's mother's glares. Blaine lifted a shaky hand to put on Kurt's shoulder, who looked up tentatively to receive a weak smile from his best friend.

"Mr. Anderson you were shot in the leg yesterday afternoon, we've had you on anesthesia since you were admitted, we had to do some light surgery to remove the bullet, luckily it didn't hit any bone or anything really important. It did however hit a tendon, which will make you unable to walk properly for a while, but we won't keep you here too much longer. Blaine just nodded as he half listened to the doctors ramblings, he was too busy staring at Kurt, who clearly hadn't slept, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were puffy and droopy and blue, so blue, and perfectly round and shining just the right amount, a blue that you'd see in cloudless summer skies, circling around his pupils like little pools, why hadn't he noticed the perfection in something as small as Kurt's eyes before. This brought him to another question, why had he jumped in front of Kurt...?

Blaine's thoughts were cut of as he heard his mother speak again.

"My poor, poor Blainey darling!" She squealed as Blaine rolled his eyes. "Well you're up now and Mommy has to go back to work!" She pushed Kurt out of the way and kissed Blaine on the forehead. "Bye-bye! I'll be back later!" She said and left the room.

"Holy shit." He heard Quinn breathe. Blaine chuckled lightly, 'yep thats mommy', he thought.

"Quinn?" said Blaine looking at her with 'I'm injured' puppy eyes.

"yea?" She asked.

"Would you go get me some food?" He said seriously. Quinn laughed and stood.

"Sure thing honey bear." She said, still laughing as she reached the door, she turned and winked at the two boys before skipping down the hospital hallway, short blonde hair bouncing slightly.

"Hey Kurt." Blaine said. Kurt simply gave a weak smile. "What's wrong?" Blaine said confused.

"...Uh, I, you, well you know, for one you just saved my fucking life, and now you're in this shit..."

"Aww come on Kurt," Blaine said pulling his best friend in and hugging him tightly. "I'm just glad you're alright" Kurt looked shocked. "And besides," Blaine went on, "If I hadn't, I would never get to do this." With that Blaine shoved his lips onto Kurt's. Kurt remained still at first wide eyed with shock, but after the realization hit him that the person he loved was now voluntarily kissing him, he wrapped his arms around Blaine, leaning on the bed with one leg up, parallel to Blaine's and kissed him hungrily. Blaine had kissed a lot of girls, but this was by far the best damn kiss he'd ever had. He moaned as Kurt gingerly slipped his tongue into Blaine's mouth, exploring everything from the sides of his cheeks to the back of his throat, Blaine only pulled Kurt closer running his arms up and down his back, up his shirt and down his hips. They hadn't noticed Quinn come in, and stare at her friends with a smile on her face.

Kurt pulled away tentatively, "Really?" He asked quietly. Blaine gave him a puzzled look. "You're not just messing with me? You actually l-like me?" Before Blaine could answer, an apple from the large tray in Quinn's hand fell to the ground, making her presence known. They both turned to stare at her.

"Hey!" She said normally, placing down the big tray of food. "Ready to talk?" She plopped down on a chair and put her feet up on Blaine's bed, avoiding his bad leg. This time they both looked puzzled as they stared at Quinn's cheerfulness. "About you two!" She said with a smile.

"Oh." Blaine gulped.

"So?" She pushed further. "Kurt asked you something." Blaine grunted at the realization of her eavesdropping, but continued anyway.

"Yea Kurt," He said seriously, "as much as I never would've guessed it, I uh, like you." For the first time since Blaine's renewed consciousness, Kurt smiled, a real smile that made Blaine's stomach flip, and this time it was Kurt who leaned in to kiss the other.

Quinn smiled and looked at her watch, "Damn, I gotta get going, Dad's waiting," She stated and stood, hugging her two friends, one very gently, then exited with a wave.

It had gotten late, Blaine's mom wouldn't make it back before visiting hours ended, so for the remaining time, Blaine shifted over and made room for the other tiny teen to snuggle next to him, head on his shoulder as one felt the others rise and fall of sleepy breaths. Before long they were both completely asleep. A nurse came in to inform Kurt that visiting hours were indeed over, but stopped when she saw them, smiled to herself, and exited the room, placing a 'do not disturb' sign on the patients door.

The next morning, Mrs. Anderson rushed into the hospital and demanded to know where her son's room was, she had indeed forgotten. The nurse smiled and instructed Blaine's mother to follow her. Before arriving at the door, the nurse said "I know visitors can't stay the night, but I let his boyfriend stay, they were just so cute and asleep." She claimed with a sweet smile. But Mrs. Anderson turned instantly red and glared at the nurse. "MY SON DOES NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND MA'AM! HE IS NOT A FAGGOT!" She exclaimed, screeching with anger. She was so loud she happened to wake the two sleeping teens in the room next door.