A/N; I wasn't going to do a sequel. I wasn't even planning on writing the first one – it just came to me and I posted it and my friends liked it and someone was like hey, you should write a sequel and I was like nahh but now I'm sitting here in bed thinking hey, I should write a sequel. So here you go :)

The days leading up to Blaine's surgery were awful. Kurt kept trying to convince himself that hey, it's just a simple surgery to repair his scratched cornea; it's not like he's having open heart surgery or a lung transplant or whatever. But it didn't work – there was still that feeling of dread in the back of his stomach that something could go wrong.

They'd taken Blaine into the hospital when he'd thrown a slight reaction to the painkillers the doctors had assigned him – he complained of stomach pain and he was pale, too pale. His mom had taken him to the hospital with Kurt hot on her tail in his Navigator, and everyone was panicky except for Blaine, who kept his spirits up with, "I'm fine, really, it's just a bug. It'll pass." But his mom wouldn't hear of it and took him straight to emergency, and they got him in right away to see the doctor. Everyone was relieved when they found out it was an ingredient in the drug – Dianne admitted that Blaine was allergic to it when he was little but he hadn't had a problem with it since he was younger than ten and how could she be so stupid for not checking the contents first?

After calming her down the nurse explained that it'd be best to keep Blaine in hospital now to monitor how he reacted to the new painkillers and his surgery was in a few days, anyway. After a little convincing from Kurt and a lot of convincing from Blaine, Dianne agreed. They sat in there with him all of that day, chatting and laughing and he wasn't any different, he was just in hospital with a bad eye and a slightly puffy face. After a few hours of talking about school and Glee club and Blaine had fallen asleep holding Kurt's hand and Dianne had gone out to get a coffee and everything was quiet, Kurt started to think about what the doctor had said earlier about there was the tiniest chance something could go wrong and in all the eye surgery's she's done she's never seen anyone that's lost even a little bit of their vision. But the words that kept playing over in his head were tiniest chance which meant there was still a slight possibility that something could go wrong.

He'll still have his other one, Kurt thinks to himself one day when he's doing the dishes for Dianne while she's at the hospital with Blaine. Con Anderson works a lot, and when Finn's with Puck or Rachel and Burt's at the shop and Carole's out visiting some relatives in Cincinnati and Blaine's in the hospital and just wants some time with his mom, his own house gets pretty lonely. He tries shopping but with Mercedes studying that weekend and Santana too busy doing something with Brittany, it's just not the same.

He too tries studying and getting his French assignment done but he's so worried about Blaine even the basic French verbs and phrases seem to him like he's learning a whole new language for the first time. Once he's cleaned his room once, twice, three times over until it's at an Emma Pillsbury level of clean he puts on his Wicked soundtrack and sings through all the songs, pitch-perfect, over and over until his throat goes hoarse.

Then it's a drink of water and over to the Anderson house with a freshly-baked tin of cookies that he helped Carole make this morning; it's a grin, a cheery hello and a nice warm welcome. It's weird, Kurt thinks, walking into Blaine's house and not seeing his face. Even after Blaine being in hospital for four days and being at his house for the majority of two of them, he still automatically heads to the staircase that leads to Blaine's room before he realizes, he won't be in there. So he smiles, because Blaine's just a ten-minute drive away safe and warm in a medical centre where there are people at his beck and call and that's the best thing for him right now.

So why does Kurt still feel uneasy when he thinks about it? Is it because Blaine looks so weak in that bed? Is it because he's too pasty? Is it because the painkillers have made him lose most of his appetite and if you look really closely you can just see where his face is thinning out around his perfectly defined jawbone and his cheekbone is a little more prominent? Not by much though. Stop being paranoid, Kurt he tells himself. He only wished it worked.

Xxxxxxxx

The day of the surgery arrived. Kurt wondered how Blaine looked so unphased, so calm. He was laughing, smiling, joking with the nurse (that had seemed to take quite a liking to Blaine, and Kurt didn't fail to notice how her face dropped when she saw Kurt kiss Blaine goodbye late one night when everyone else was asleep) and hanging out in the playroom with the little kids playing the Nintendo and reading books. It made Kurt feel good to see Blaine so comfortable around kids.

At least his appetite was better. He ate every bit of every meal they brought him, even though he complained after they were gone that the food was dry and tasted faintly of plastic. Kurt just laughed and told him to stop being fussy and then he pouted, so much that Kurt couldn't resist leaning over and kissing his bottom lip. That made Blaine grin and twine his fingers around Kurt's, and Kurt sat back and smiled and they turned on the TV to watch that hour's Disney movie which so happened to be Aladdin.

When they brought him jelly and ice-cream he was a good boyfriend and shared it with Kurt, despite his boyfriend's protests of, "No, I'll get fat!" Kurt always gave in, though, because the ice-cream was that really nice kind, the ones that tasted like not-too-sweet whipped cream and sugar. And the jelly was too watery but they didn't complain as they sat there together – sometimes Kurt would be on the recliner, other times he'd be curled up next to Blaine on the bed – passing the spoon back and forth and sometimes spooning it into each other's mouths without really taking much notice of what they were doing. They'd learned to deal with the looks from the nurses and other patients of that room, especially Mr Glenn who turned his back towards them and pulled the curtain across whenever Kurt was in the room.

Today Kurt was lounged out on the bed leaning against the pillows and Blaine was curled into his side, head on his shoulder and they were both quietly singing to A Whole New World together when a doctor they'd both never seen before walked into the room with Dianne and their usual nurse. He looked rather taken aback when he saw how they were laying, did a double take on Kurt to make sure that he was indeed a boy and paled a little when he took in the sight but continued on with his assigned job anyway. Kurt went to sit up but Blaine put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr Anderson?" the doctor said. "I'm Doctor Carl Stevens. I just need to ask you a few questions and then we can put the finalities on your surgery documents and get you in as quick as we can."

Blaine nodded and sat up, crossing his legs and listening intently to the questions about his basic health, diet and exercise routine and answering when he had to. Kurt traced a light pattern on the small of his back where neither the doctor nor Dianne could see, and he was very impressed when Blaine didn't flinch because usually touches like that made him shiver.

"Alright then," Dr Stevens smiled. "I'll go talk to the nurse that will be operating on you and we'll see where we can fit you in." Blaine smiled back and thanked him, and the doctor nodded to him, to Kurt, then to Dianne, and after one more strange look at the two on the bed he exited the room.

"Some people," Dianne huffed under her breath. "Anyway! How are you feeling, sweetie?"

"Alright, I guess," Blaine replied. Kurt sighed.

"You're not nervous?" he asked. Blaine shrugged and answered, "Not really. I'm not looking forward to the pain when I wake up, though."

Kurt took his hand and squeezed it. "I'll be there when you wake up, okay? I promise."

Blaine smiled over his shoulder at him.

Xxxxxxxx

"Kurt? There's someone here to see you," Dianne said, poking her head in the door. Kurt was on the bed again but now he was alone, because Blaine had gone into the operating theatre about half an hour ago and he had approximately three hours to kill so he decided to catch up on this month's Vogue since he completely forgot about it in his worry about Blaine.

"I'm not here to see Kurt, I'm here to see Blaine," a too-familiar voice said from outside the door. Kurt's eyes widened when he recognised who it was and he swore under his breath, hastily rushing off the bed and out the door.

Leaning against the wall just beside was none other than Sebastian Smyth, dressed neatly in his blazer, tie and dress pants, the Warbler badge pinned to his lapel. Kurt wanted to rip it off. He was twirling a single red rose around in his hand and examining the ward with a look that could be described as nothing but utter distaste. His mouth turned up into a smirk when he saw Kurt.

"Hello, Kurt," he said, looking at him momentarily. Then he looked back at the cobwebs in the corner. "Is this seriously where they're keeping Blaine? I would've thought they could do much better for a private school boy-"

"Why are you here?" Kurt said through his teeth. Sebastian raised his eyebrows at him.

"Uh, I'm here to see Blaine," he said, as if it was obvious. "You know, apologize for slapping him in the face with that slushie." He looked bored.

"He doesn't want to see you," Kurt said, still seething. Sebastian frowned.

"That's not your decision to make," he said, trying to get past Kurt through the door. "Is he in there?"

Kurt blocked his way. "No, he's in there getting his eye repaired," he said, jabbing his finger in the direction of a door that read 'OPERATION – DO NOT ENTER' on it in capital letters. Sebastian nodded once.

"Right. Well, I bought this for him," he said, gesturing to the rose. He held it out to Kurt. "Would you make sure it gets to him?"

Kurt stared blankly at it, then back up at Sebastian. "What is this, a pity present?"

"I'm just being nice," Sebastian said, holding his free hand up. "Just take the flower, Kurt. Put it in some water or something, I'm sick of holding it."

Kurt groaned and took it between his forefinger and thumb. Sebastian grinned, satisfied. Just then, the nurse that had been tending to Blaine for the past few days walked past. She frowned when she saw the flower.

"Hi, Kurt," she said. She pointed to Sebastian. "Friend of yours?"

"Oh, we go way back," Sebastian said, still grinning.

"No," Kurt said, not taking his eyes off Sebastian. The nurse nodded.

"I see," she said. She held her hand out to Sebastian. "I'm nurse Jackie."

"Sebastian," Sebastian said politely, shaking her hand lightly. "I'm good friends with Blaine and I just stopped by to drop off this." He pointed to the rose that Kurt was still trying not to touch. Then his phone beeped in his pocket.

"Oh, well, that was lovely," Jackie said. Sebastian smiled and checked his phone.

"Well ladies, it was lovely talking with you but I have to go," he said. He looked pointedly at Kurt. "Wes wants to practise Thriller. That's the song we're doing for Regionals."

"The New Directions did that ages ago," Kurt said, inspecting his nails.

"I know, I saw the video," Sebastian smirked. "It was… cute." Then he smiled sweetly at Kurt, winked at Jackie, turned on his heels and strode out the door like he owned the place. Kurt scoffed.

"Don't sweat it," Jackie said, staring after him until he was out of sight. Then she clapped Kurt on the shoulder and whispered, "Blaine's smarter than that."

Kurt smiled at her and then scowled in the direction of the door Sebastian just exited before turning back into the room and dropping the rose into the trashcan. He sad back down on the bed and picked up his magazine again, but he couldn't concentrate; his eyes kept trailing to the pretty head of the rose that was sticking out the top of the bin. In the end he ended up getting up and picking it out, placing it lazily on the table. But only because Blaine would want him to.

A/N; Reviews are lovely :)