So, who is from Europe and has watched Eurovision last night? Personally I preferred The Netherlands and Hungary, but Denmark was a very typical Eurovision number, I'm not surprised they won.

Enjoy the chapter, sorry for not replying (again, I suck, I know). I'll really try my best this week! I promise.

CH 11

Waiting wasn't one of Kurt's virtues, he had to admit that. In fact, none of the Hummel men were very patient guys. If they wanted something, they wanted it now! Often, that quality was combined with determination. If they wanted something, they went for it. Kurt had seen it in his father years ago, when he had first met Carole. There hadn't been a single doubt in Burt's mind, he knew what he wanted and he had gone for it. Kurt had shown the same quality since he was five and he wanted that tea party for his birthday instead of the Star Wars theme his dad had in mind. Over the years those qualities had only developed more. Kurt knew he wanted Chandler from the moment he met him in the music store during his senior year, and not two days later they had gone out on their first date. Roughly a year later Kurt wanted a job at Vogue, so he practically invaded their office until they gave him an interview with Isabelle herself.

Yes, what Kurt Hummel wanted, Kurt Hummel got, but at the moment his patience was put to the test. Granted, over the years he had gotten better at waiting. After all, children don't just learn to eat on their own over the span of half an hour. But when his daughter and the man he loved were undergoing surgery, his patience ran out fairly quickly.

Currently, he was browsing through the latest issue of Marie Claire, but his mind wasn't on it. He was absentmindedly turning one page after the other, waiting for Blaine to come out of the recovery room.

One down, one to go.

Although he would feel better if Blaine was in the room with him, so he could see for himself he was doing okay, Kurt felt like he could breathe a little easier knowing that the surgery had gone well and Blaine should be awake soon.

Kurt practically jumped out of his chair when the door opened and the nurses pushed Blaine's bed into the room.

"Look who's back with us."

"Blaine!" Relief flooded through Kurt's voice as he grabbed the man's hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm so happy to see you."

"M'always happy to see you," Blaine mumbled, softly squeezing back. "So tired."

"That's completely normal, Mr. Anderson," The nurse informed them. "You should rest today."

Blaine nodded and closed his eyes, his head falling to the side to cuddle into his pillow.

"It's possible he'll be a bit drowsy from the anesthesia, so don't take anything he says too personally," the nurse said. "You should try to get him to drink a glass of water within the hour. We'll be back soon to check up on him, okay?"

Kurt nodded as he positioned his chair so he was sitting close to Blaine. The nurses changed something on his IV before leaving them alone again. Blaine was still holding his hand tightly like it was a lifeline, so Kurt brushed a few curls from Blaine's forehead in hopes of soothing him. It seemed to work, as Blaine turned his head and nuzzled into Kurt's palm. Kurt chuckled softly at this, since it was something Emma often did as well after he put her to bed and she was slowly falling asleep.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I like the flowers."

Kurt let out a low chuckle. "You'd better. I went to get them while you were in surgery."

"They're pretty."

"I promised you I'd get you flowers, didn't I?" Kurt looked at the flowers on Blaine's nightstand. He had been at the hospital in the wee hours of morning, to keep Blaine and Emma company before their surgery. After both of them had been taken away or, he had driven to the florist to get the flowers, a small bouquet of lilies for Emma, and red and yellow roses for Blaine.

"Red roses are for love," Blaine suddenly murmured. His voice sounded drowsy, and Kurt suspected he was falling asleep.

"You should drink a little, Blaine," Kurt insisted as he held the glass to Blaine's lips. As Blaine took a few sips, Kurt tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He knew the meaning behind the roses: yellow for friendship, red for love. He had chosen them specifically, but he hadn't expected Blaine to understand the message. Kurt was torn on his feelings. Kurt had spent the whole night tossing and turning in his bed, replaying everything that happened, trying to figure out exactly what this thing between them was. His bed still smelled like Blaine, which didn't really help matters. Eventually, he had come to a conclusion about his own feelings. He loved Blaine. He was in love with Blaine. It was as simple as that. And the night before, when they had slept together… Kurt hadn't felt so connected with anyone like that since Chandler. Now the only problem was that Blaine might not feel the same way. Blaine, who told him he had never been in a serious relationship. Blaine, who had told him he wanted a serious relationship, but he hadn't found the right man yet. Blaine, who had told him he did casual relationships for sex. That was what Kurt was afraid of, that their night together had been just that for Blaine, a casual thing. Blaine was gorgeous, Kurt was fairly attractive (if he said so himself), so why wouldn't they have some fun together, right?

"Thanks, Love," Blaine sighed as he closed his eyes again. There it was again. 'Love.' Blaine had used the endearment several times two nights ago, and every time he did it, he gave Kurt hope, hope he probably shouldn't have.

Blaine's breath had evened out, and Kurt was fairly sure he had fallen asleep, since the death grip on his hand had been loosened. He brushed a few curls out of Blaine's face again (he saw now why he used to gel them down; they fell everywhere), and pressed a lingering kiss against his cheek. He caressed Blaine's face with the palm of his hand for a few moments, before softly admitting what he wouldn't dare to say if Blaine was awake. "I love you."

…

Blaine was pretty sure he had fallen back asleep and he was dreaming. He vaguely remembered coming out of the recovery and getting back to his hospital room where Kurt had been waiting for him. The man in question had seemed relieved to see him, which delighted Blaine. Of course, any attention from Kurt seemed to cause this reaction nowadays. Blaine lived for the phone calls and texts that they exchanged. A simple 'good morning' brightened his days notably.

He remembered getting to his room, he remembered thanking Kurt for the roses, and he remembered Kurt helping him drink some water. That's the point at which he must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew was that Kurt was telling him he loved him.

Blaine was also pretty sure he didn't want to wake up from this dream, the dream where Kurt was caressing his face and brushing his curls from his forehead, where Kurt was pressing a kiss against his cheek and saying he loved him. Dream-Kurt loved Blaine.

Blaine was pretty sure this was the best dream ever. He should thank the nurses later on for whatever pain medication they were giving him that caused him to sleep and dream so wonderfully.

Since it was his dream, Blaine figured he was able to react like he wanted to. He didn't need to hold back his feelings, because this dream-Kurt loved him! So he did what he'd do if the situation was real, and he grabbed the hand (his dream-hand!) that was caressing his face and turned to press a kiss against the knuckles. He was feeling drowsy (Why did he feel drowsy, even in his dreams?) but he wanted to say something. It was his dream; it should go like he wanted it to! He smacked his lips a few times and moistened them a bit with his tongue. "Love you, too," he finally managed to murmur to dream-Kurt.

…

Kurt's eyes widened and his throat felt suddenly too dry. He was sure he had heard wrong. Blaine was asleep. Blaine should be asleep. He was pretty sure Blaine was asleep… But how to explain the three words Blaine had just mumbled?

There should be a logical explanation. Maybe Kurt had heard wrong. Maybe Blaine had said… something else, something that just sounded a lot like 'love you, too'. He couldn't think of anything right away, but there must be a sentence that resembled these words. Maybe Blaine had mistaken him for someone else, maybe his ex, Andreas, even though Kurt knew they had split up on bad terms, and Blaine had told him he didn't care for the man. Maybe he thought Kurt was his mom, his brother, or even Emma. Maybe Blaine was dreaming. Yes, dreaming was a logical explanation. He was probably dreaming. That must be it.

Kurt closed his eyes and tried to even out his breath at his final thought. Maybe Blaine simply had heard him, and maybe Blaine felt the same. Maybe there was a tiny possibility that Blaine was as in love with Kurt as vise versa. Maybe… there were a lot of 'maybes' in his thought process, Kurt realized. Maybe he should just wait to see what happened when Blaine was conscious again.

Why wasn't dream-Kurt holding him any more? Blaine didn't get it. This was his dream, right? He forced his eyes to open and blinked as the harsh light hit his eyes. He turned his head slightly and saw that Kurt was bent over the bed next to his. Emma. That must be Emma; she must be back from her surgery. He cleared his throat, and called out for her. "Emma?"

"Hey, Blaine," Kurt hushed him as he turned around. "She's sleeping."

"She's okay?" He frowned. Hadn't he just come back from his own surgery a few minutes ago? He must have been asleep longer than he thought.

"Yeah, she came back ten minutes ago. She's okay, everything went well."

"Good." Blaine closed his eyes and nodded. "If she wakes up, tell her I love her."

"Papa?"

"Hey, Sweetie." Kurt turned back to Emma's bed as soon as he heard her voice. Blaine saw him bending over and pressing a kiss against the top of her head. He could hear Kurt repeat his earlier words and smiled when Emma replied she loved him as well. It suddenly hit him hard how much he actually loved these two people. He needed to let him know. He wanted to talk to Kurt, explain everything. He wanted to tell the man he was in love with him, and he wanted to be with him and Emma; he wanted to be a family.

…

Kurt pressed a soft kiss against Emma's head, trying not to wake her. He really had to get home; it was already way past visiting hours. Emma opened her eyes and looked confused. "Papa, where am I?"

"You're at the hospital, Sweetheart. You had your surgery earlier, remember?"

She nodded and closed her eyes again, grabbing her father's hand and holding it close.

"I need to go, Sweetie. It's way past visiting hours. I can't stay," Kurt tried to explain, gently stroking her forehead.

"No, Papa, don't go," Emma whined as she squeezed Kurt's hand tighter. "I don't want you to go, I don't want to be alone. I'm scared."

"Oh, Honey." Kurt's heart broke at the face of his daughter. She truly looked frightened. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Blaine's here as well, remember? He's right there beside you." He pointed at Blaine who had turned his head and was watching the scene with drowsy eyes.

"Yeah, I'm here, Ems," Blaine confirmed. "Papa needs to sleep as well. He needs to go home to his bed."

"No, no, he needs to stay here," Emma protested, her voice catching and tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "I need my Papa. Don't leave me. You promised you'd never leave me."

"Emma, I'm not leaving you. I'll be back first thing in the morning, I promise." Kurt bit his lip. He didn't know what to do or say to comfort her. She was sobbing in earnest now, shoulders shaking and tears streaming down her face. "Emma, please, Sweetheart. Blaine is here, and the nurses are here."

"No, Papa, please!"

"Hey, everything okay in here?" A nurse came in the room, looking at the scene in front of her hesitantly. "I'm working the night shift, and I just came to check if everything's okay, which obviously it isn't. What's wrong, sweet girl?"

"Pa-ha-ha-pa nee-heeds to sta-haay," Emma managed to choke out between sobs.

"Are you afraid?" The nurse asked, gently.

"I don't get it, yesterday she was fine." Kurt shook his head as Emma kept pulling on his shirt until Kurt pressed her close to his chest. He tried to sooth her- holding her close, rubbing her back, pressing kisses against the top of her head-but nothing seemed to help.

"I'm sure it's all the emotion from the surgery. It's a lot to deal with. And I'm sure the anesthesia isn't helping. She's probably still feeling a little drowsy and it's scaring her. If you want to, you can stay."

"Really?" Kurt looked surprised. "I thought that wasn't allowed since it's a double room."

"Well, normally we're a bit stricter in double rooms, but as long as her roommate doesn't mind, we don't mind either, and since he's her father, I'm assuming your partner is okay with this," the nurse winked.

"Partner?" It took Kurt a few moments to realize what she meant. "Oh, yeah, no, I... I'm sure he won't mind."

"I'll bring you a blanket and pillow and show you how to make the chair into a bed."

"I, yeah that would be great, thanks," Kurt smiled, not even bothering to correct her assumption that Blaine was his partner. It's not like it mattered; he would probably never see this nurse again after this hospital stay. "Did you hear that, Sweetheart? I'm staying with you, okay?"

Emma nodded against his chest, finally calming down; her sobs changing into hiccups and sniffling.

"You don't mind, right?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine. He had just assumed he wouldn't.

"Its fine, partner," Blaine said teasingly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, yeah, I just… it's a complicated situation, you know. I don't feel like explaining it to everyone," Kurt said, biting his lip. "If you mind I can tell her."

"It's okay," Blaine answered, suppressing a yawn. "I don't mind." He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep. He was having such weird dreams today. First dream-Kurt was telling him he loved him, and now he was referring to Blaine as his partner. Best dreams ever!