Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: This chapter came surprisingly fast… it's a little easier to write some happy!Blaine after so much sadness. It is slightly short – the very last scene felt like I was pulling teeth a bit, and I didn't want to fight it that much any more. So here it is!

Blaine sighed and closed his eyes as Carole drove him back to Dalton from his second doctor's appointment of the day. His arm was still in a cast, but he could at least move his elbow now for the first time in a month. The fiberglass cast hadn't even completely dried before he'd been hurried off to a psychiatrist's office for a consultation that had ended with Carole being handed several different prescriptions for Blaine and instructions that someone needed to keep an eye on him for a few weeks. Blaine wasn't sure that was entirely necessary – after all, he had a feeling Kurt would probably research everything as soon as he saw the bottles and go well beyond what was necessary.

And Kurt was certainly going to see them. One of the first things that had happened when the boys had moved to Dalton was Blaine requesting to have a roommate for the first time in his career at the boarding school. Given the fact that Kurt had been the only person in a double room without a roommate, they had ended up together. Which worked out well, since Blaine had taken to cuddling with Kurt whenever he couldn't sleep.

"We'll drop these off at the pharmacy, and then why don't we pick up Kurt and go get some dinner?" Carole asked.

"I still have a lot of homework to catch up on…"

"We can make it quick. I'm sure there's something fast that would still be better than the cafeteria food at Dalton…" Blaine shrugged, watching the scenery they drove past. He wasn't all that interested in going out to eat, although he knew that Carole and Kurt wouldn't take no for an answer. They would want to make sure that he ate. And given the fact that Blaine had been forced to go down a couple of holes in his belt because of how much weight he'd lost, he knew that they had good reason. "If you're too tired, we can always go out to eat some other time…"

"No, it's okay… I'll go."

The remainder of the car ride was silent, with Blaine closing his eyes and nearly drifting off to sleep before they turned into the school's visitor parking lot after a quick side trip to the pharmacy to drop off the prescriptions. Kurt was waiting on the front steps for them, and as soon as the vehicle came to a stop he was sliding into the back seat.

"How did it go?" Blaine sighed and shook his head.

"It went." Blaine felt Kurt's hand gently squeezing his shoulder.

"Kurt, don't let me forget to stop by the pharmacy on the way back," Carole said. Blaine could feel Kurt's hand tighten down on his shoulder again, a signal to Blaine that Kurt understood exactly what Carole had implied. "We can talk about everything later… right now, let's just go find something to eat."

The meal was pretty much silent; Kurt and Carole occasionally tried to start up a conversation, but Blaine only gave short answers and focused mostly on forcing down enough of his meal to keep everyone happy. He missed most of the looks of concern that the other two people at the table occasionally gave him as well, with his eyes staying fixed to his plate most of the time. They didn't stay at the restaurant any longer than was necessary because Carole knew both of the boys had homework to do.

Blaine didn't think twice about crawling in the back seat next to Kurt for the drive back to Dalton, or about letting his head rest on his friend's shoulder. And it seemed as though Kurt didn't really think much about it either, especially as the taller boy moved to hold Blaine's hand for the ride, or at least find the closest possible approximation to that given the fact that Blaine's hand was still encased in a cast.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine shook his head against the other boy's shoulder and sighed.

"I spent an hour earlier talking about it. I'd rather not relive that right now." Blaine smiled slightly as Kurt put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a hug.

"Okay. Maybe later, if you want to." Blaine nodded against his friend's shoulder and sighed, moving a little closer to the boy.

Blaine managed to fall asleep again without even realizing it until Kurt was gently nudging him to wake up. "Huh?"

"We're back at school, and Carole needs to head back to Lima." Blaine sat up and unbuckled his seatbelt, following Kurt out of the car. He forced a smile as Carole passed him the pharmacy bag containing his medication.

"Alright, boys… I'll see you this weekend, okay?" Blaine was only a little surprised when the woman wrapped him in a hug as well before she turned back to the car. "Don't work too hard."

"Bye Carole." The two boys made their way back into the dormitory side of the building and up the stairs to their room. Blaine carefully pulled the bottles out of the plastic bag and set them on his desk, glancing over the instructions that were written on the bottles.

"When are you going to start taking the medication?" Blaine shrugged in response to Kurt's question.

"Tomorrow. Or tonight, I guess… one of them is supposed to help me sleep." Blaine sat down at his desk and flipped open one of his textbooks at random and started in on the first assignment he found that he still had to do.

"Well, you can still share with me if you'd like… I really don't mind."

"Thanks… I'm going to try sleeping in my own bed tonight, though. I have a feeling that eventually your parents are going to not be okay with the two of us sharing a bed at night," Blaine replied. He got to work, breezing through the easier parts of the assignments before tackling the more difficult sections of all of his homework.

"It's getting close to curfew… if you want to shower tonight, you'd better hurry."

Blaine glanced up from his work a couple of hours later, looking straight at the clock and realizing that Kurt was right. He sighed, realizing he hadn't gotten nearly as much done as he'd planned thanks to the side trip to get dinner with Kurt and Carole.

Twenty minutes later Blaine was standing next to his desk, staring down at the pill bottle he held in one hand and the small white pill he had in the other. Finally, he tossed the pill in his mouth and took a sip of water to wash it down. "Night, Kurt."

Kurt wasn't all that surprised when he woke up to find Blaine cuddling up to him when his alarm went off the next morning. He vaguely remembered the curly-haired boy getting up and wandering around the room a bit during the night, and Kurt assumed that Blaine had climbed into bed with him because the medication that was supposed to help him sleep hadn't worked all that well. It wasn't until he saw the look of confusion that crossed Blaine's face as the older boy woke up that Kurt realized that probably wasn't the case.

"Didn't I fall asleep in my bed last night?" Blaine seemed a little worried about the fact that he didn't remember getting out of his bed and falling back to sleep in Kurt's bed.

"You were wandering around in the middle of the night some… I thought you were having trouble sleeping," Kurt replied.

"I don't remember much of anything after I fell asleep last night." Kurt smiled at Blaine as the boy sighed. "I guess that probably means this stuff isn't going to work out…"

"Give it another night or two… maybe this is just a fluke."

"I'm pretty sure that sleepwalking is one of those bad side effects I'm supposed to be worried about," Blaine commented. Kurt got out of bed and moved over to pick up the package inserts from the pharmacy and read over them. "Kurt…"

"I just want to check out what it says… that's okay, right?" He watched as Blaine sighed and nodded, getting out of the bed and walking over to the desk. Kurt watched as he shuffled through some of the paperwork from the pharmacy bag and pulled out a specific piece of paper, passing it to Kurt.

"That's the one you're looking for. Feel free to look at the others too… the doctor said something about someone needing to keep an eye on me for a little while because of the potential side effects."

"Yeah, Carole told me. While you were asleep in the car last night." Kurt glanced over the insert for anything that would tell him that he needed to watch for certain symptoms or side effects that would indicate that there was some kind of problem.

"How much did she tell you?" Blaine asked, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms.

"That the doctor said you're having a really rough time right now, and that he thinks you might need some help because it's interfering with your ability to take care of yourself." Blaine nodded and sighed.

"We should get ready for class… I don't want to be late." Kurt sighed as Blaine hurried out to the bathroom, leaving Kurt alone to get ready for the day.

Kurt was already dressed and working on his hair by the time Blaine came back into their dorm room, already dressed and nearly ready to go down to the cafeteria for breakfast. Kurt hurried through the remainder of his morning routine while Blaine stared down the pill bottles as he got together his things for classes.

"I don't think that staring at the bottles is going to help you very much…" Kurt commented, picking up his messenger bag and walking over to the other boy. "You going to actually take them today?" Kurt put a hand on Blaine's shoulder as the older boy shrugged.

"I guess I should… they can't work if I don't." Kurt smiled at Blaine as the boy picked up a couple of the bottles and pulled out the little pills he needed to take. "We should go to breakfast. I think it says I'm supposed to take these with food or something…"

"Maybe you should read the package inserts before you take any of them… if you don't know what they might do to you…"

"I don't have time, Kurt. And I'm just so ready to feel normal again… I just want to do this so that I can get as much of my life back as possible," Blaine replied. Kurt sighed and wrapped an arm around Blaine, pulling him into a hug.

"You're going to be okay. And I'm going to be here for you, for as long as you need me."

"Funny how things have been reversed…"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, a little confused.

"When we first met, everything was the opposite… you were the one that needed someone to talk to who understood what you were going through. Now I need you and your parents…" Kurt smiled as Blaine pulled him closer for a moment and leaned his head against Kurt's shoulder. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without all of you…"

"You would have survived and figured things out. You have a lot of other friends that love you, too, who wanted to be there for you just as much as I did." Kurt pulled away from Blaine and took the older boy's hand. "Let's go get some food so you can take your meds. It'll help you feel better."

Blaine was surprised at how quickly things seemed to be turning around. The meds took time to hit their full effect, but even after just a couple of days Blaine was feeling a difference. He was still hurting – nothing fully took away the fact that his mother was gone – but he didn't feel like his entire world had collapsed anymore.

"Alright, gentlemen, settle down. We have a few visitors with us today, and I expect you to all behave yourselves as you normally do." Blaine glanced up from the book he had been reading to see what was going on, only to be faced with the image of three teenaged boys with perfect blonde hair and his father standing at the front of the room. "Why don't you gentlemen take a seat? There are some empty seats at the back of the room."

Blaine immediately buried his head in his book again as the four of them moved towards him. He was pretty sure that Wes and David noticed what was going on, especially given the way David leaned forward and gently squeezed his shoulder. But he didn't respond, choosing to ignore everything other than what his teacher was saying and what he needed to get out of the period. The class passed surprisingly quickly, and Blaine hurried to turn in the makeup work he'd finished and get the heck out of there so that he could find Kurt. He didn't want to have anything to do with his father, but of course that couldn't work out.

"Blaine, why don't you, Wes, and David show Mr. Anderson and his sons to the cafeteria?" Blaine nodded and forced a smile at his teacher's suggestion.

"We actually have a Warblers meeting during lunch today, Mr. Clements," Wes replied, smiling at the man. Blaine wasn't all that surprised at how easily his friend lied to their teacher, but he was definitely grateful for the fact that his friends understood the fact that he wanted nothing to do with his father at the moment.

"It would really only take a minute…"

"I'm really sorry Mr. Clements, but it's a very important meeting. We have to plan for the upperclassmen auditions and elect a new council in the next two weeks. We're actually going to be late if we don't hurry." Blaine followed the lead of the other two boys and hurried out of the classroom and down towards the Warblers common room, just in case Mr. Clements was paying attention.

"Thanks, guys…" Blaine began.

"No problem. Just be glad that Mr. Clements doesn't know all of those things are council functions and that you aren't actually involved in any of it," Wes replied. The boys hung around outside the common room for a few minutes before they decided to take the long way down to the cafeteria for lunch.

"I was starting to get worried… where have you guys been?" Kurt asked as they finally sat down at their usual table by the windows.

"Mr. Clements wanted us to bring some visitors down here, and we had to lie to get out of it," David replied.

"It was my dad. And I'm assuming my half-brothers," Blaine added. He reached out and took Kurt's hand as the boy turned around to see if he could find the familiar face that was sitting somewhere in the cafeteria with his sons. "Kurt… it's not important."

"I just want to see what they look like… you're the only one who's seen a picture of any of them." Blaine sighed and went back to eating his lunch, doing his best to ignore the fact that Kurt was still trying to figure out where his father's family was at that moment. "Oh Gaga… they look like clones…" Blaine couldn't help the laughter that escaped him at Kurt's comment.

"It'll be worse if they're all dressed in Dalton uniforms next year," Blaine replied.

"Do you really think your dad would do that? I mean, isn't this the same guy who basically told you that you aren't allowed to know your siblings until you're eighteen?" Wes asked.

"I don't know what he would or wouldn't do… I've only spoken to him once or twice. I don't understand anything about him." The boys all quieted down for a few minutes as they ate their lunches. Blaine silently wondered at what his father was doing at Dalton, given the fact that he hadn't received any kind of message from the man since they'd exchanged phone numbers at Regionals… and it had been over a month.

"Blaine Anderson?" Blaine glanced up from his food at the sound of his name. He was surprised to see the headmaster's secretary standing behind Kurt, accompanied by the blond clones. Blaine was a little surprised that his father was nowhere to be found. "Mr. McCormick wanted you to give Samuel and his brothers a tour of the campus during your free period."

"I actually still have some makeup work to do, Ms. Fletcher…"

"Their father specifically requested a Warbler, and you're the only one without a class next period. You still have some time to finish all of that work, and from what I've heard you're nearly done catching up. I'm sure you could use a break from all of that studying. Blaine glanced at Kurt as the boy nudged him in the ribs, giving him a look that told him he should take advantage of the chance to spend time with these boys – his half-brothers.

"I guess you're right. I'll take care of it, Ms. Fletcher." Blaine ignored the woman's self-satisfied smirk, sighing and picking up his nearly empty tray with his good hand. "I'll see you guys later… gotta go be a tour guide." Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt took the uneaten apple off his tray and put it into Blaine's broken hand.

"Don't give me that look… just eat it."

"As you are neither my mother nor my boyfriend, I do not believe that you have the authority to tell me what to do," Blaine replied with a smile.

"Yet."

"We'll talk about that later," Blaine replied. He hurried over to the trash cans and got rid of everything but the apple, before he walked back to the table for his messenger bag. "Alright, guys… obviously you've seen the cafeteria already. And I think you saw some of the classrooms… any questions so far?"

"Honestly, Blaine, we really don't care," the oldest of the three said, crossing his arms. Blaine raised an eyebrow. "We don't know why our father is insisting on touring this school… we've been going to the same private school in Cleveland for years, and I don't see why that should change just because our older brother and sister graduated last year."

The more the boy talked, the less Blaine liked him. Blaine didn't like the condescending tone, or the look of disgust that the guy seemed to have about everything that was going on.

"Why would we want to go to a gay school anyway?" the youngest one asked.

"Dylan, why do you always have to ask stupid questions?" the middle son asked. Blaine watched as Dylan stuck a tongue out at his older brother.

"Dylan, Jacob, why don't you both stop… it doesn't matter, this is just another school Dad's threatening us with to make you two behave. It's not like we're actually going to be coming here in the fall unless the two of you keep screwing things up," the oldest son – who Blaine assumed must be Samuel – commented. "I apologize for my brothers… they haven't exactly mastered the art of behaving properly in public."

"It's okay. But Dalton isn't a gay school… we do have more gay students than most schools, but that's because bullying isn't tolerated," Blaine replied. "This is a place of acceptance. Whether you agree with someone's beliefs or lifestyle doesn't matter… we all respect each other and our right to be individuals."

"So, I'm guessing that you're gay?" Jacob asked. Blaine nodded at the question.

"I am, yeah. I was the one of two out kids at my old school… we went to a dance together, and a group of guys beat the shit out of us for it. My mom kind of freaked out, and she brought me to enroll here as soon as I was cleared to go back to school," Blaine explained. "A lot of the other guys have similar stories."

"Yeah, I'm sure…" Samuel replied. "Did they…" Blaine glanced down as Samuel motioned towards the cast on his arm.

"No… I fell down the stairs at home a few weeks ago. I was sleepwalking." Blaine sighed. "We should probably make it look like I'm actually giving you a tour like I'm supposed to," he said, starting down the hall again. "The common rooms are pretty much empty during classes, unless there are people with a free period. Each year has one, but no one really cares which one you hang out in as long as you don't go into the Warbler's room… you wouldn't be able to get any work done, anyway. We're too loud."

Blaine led the boys up the spiral staircase. "There are some more classrooms to the left at the top of the staircase, and the entrance to the dorms is to the right. The first floor and most of the second are classrooms and stuff related directly to school, and the dorms are mostly the third floor, with a few upperclassmen who have single rooms on the second."

"Do you have a roommate?" Samuel asked.

"Yeah, Kurt. He's the guy who gave me the apple," Blaine replied, holding up the piece of fruit that he still hadn't started to eat.

"Does he always act like your mother?"

"Whenever he can get away with it. Which is most of the time," Blaine replied. "He means well… but he can be a little over the top at times."

"So you two are…?"

"Best friends," Blaine replied, leading the boys towards the dorm end of the floor and up another flight of stairs to the third floor. "This is our room… we got lucky and ended up with one of two doubles that has its own bathroom." Blaine leaned against his desk, carefully covering the orange pill bottles with his body as his half-brothers glanced around the room.

"How did you manage that?" Samuel asked.

"Kurt transferred in late, and I was downstairs in a single until just recently. These rooms usually aren't filled unless there are more boarders than normal. Most of the guys here are day students," Blaine replied.

Blaine watched in silence as his brothers looked around for a moment, smiling slightly as Samuel smacked Dylan across the back of the head for snickering at Kurt's collection of Vogues. Jacob seemed to be the most reserved of the three, silently looking around and examining everything. "So, do you have any siblings?" Jacob finally asked, leaning against the desk next to Blaine.

"No… well, not really. My dad has some other kids, but we're not in contact. It's complicated."

"Isn't everything?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at Jacob's comment, but he didn't get a chance to ask any questions as Samuel started pulling Dylan towards the door.

"I think it's time for us to go somewhere else… I just caught the little klepto digging through a drawer. I don't think he took anything, but it's better not to tempt him any more."

"Maybe we should go down to the grounds… there's always a lot going on. And there usually isn't anything available to steal. Although God help you if you took something of Kurt's, because he scares me more than my mother ever did…"

Blaine led the boys back out of the dorm area and down the stairs towards the main entrance, but they were stopped by their father. "Come on, boys… we need to get back to Cleveland."

"Blaine was just going to show us the grounds…" Jacob began.

"I think we'll see enough of them on the way out. Your mother is expecting us home early, anyway." Blaine shoved his hands into his pockets as well as he could, waiting to see what was going to happen.

"It was nice to meet you guys. Maybe I'll see you here next year." Blaine glanced at his father, wondering how the man was going to respond to his comment.

"Maybe."

Blaine smiled as he felt two hands gently starting to knead the muscles in his shoulders. "You aren't working too hard, are you?"

"No… just trying to get the bare minimum done. It's a nice day. I sort of want to go outside for a while before it gets dark out," Blaine replied, turning so that he could look at Kurt. "But can we talk about something?" The deer-in-the-headlights look Kurt gave him made Blaine smile slightly and shake his head. "It's not bad, I promise."

"You're not having problems with your meds?"

"No, Kurt… that isn't even remotely related to what I want to talk about." Blaine turned all the way around and took Kurt's hand, pulling him closer until the taller boy was pretty much forced to sit down on his lap.

"Blaine…"

"What did you mean earlier when you said that we weren't together yet?" Blaine let his arm wrap around Kurt's waist. "Do you… are we ready for that next step?" Blaine watched Kurt's face carefully, hoping that the boy would react well to what he was trying to say.

"It's more a question of whether or not you're ready… I don't want to push you into something you aren't ready for." Blaine nodded, staring off into the distance for a moment.

"I'm still not in the best place, Kurt… but I know that this isn't something that I want because I'm hurting. I was really confused before all of this happened, and I think it made things clear for me." Blaine pulled Kurt a little closer as he spoke. "I feel like I'm supposed to be with you – like this is right. Like you were put into my life for a reason."

"I don't believe in fate…"

"Then just believe in love. Because you clearly understand that… I don't see how you could not believe in love."

"Blaine…"

"You can't deny that we love each other… even if it's just as friends."

"You know it's more than that, Blaine. I do love you. Hell, I'm in love with you."

"Then let's stop fighting this. Let's just make the next step and say that we're dating. Everyone thinks we are, anyway…"

"Only if you're sure that you're ready."

"I'm never going to be any closer to being ready than I am right now. I feel like I need this in my life. And I know that I need you in my life… I wouldn't have made it this far without you." Blaine leaned in to press a kiss against Kurt's cheek, but he was surprised when the boy turned his face so that their lips touched instead. It felt right, and Blaine couldn't help himself as he went in for another kiss.

"We need to stop." Blaine opened his eyes and pulled back as Kurt leaned away from him. "We have to take things slow. I don't want to screw things up between us by going too fast."

"Okay," Blaine replied, nodding. He knew that Kurt was right – if they rushed things, they would just end up getting hurt. "But we can at least tell everyone that we're together, right? That's the big thing I want right now…"

"I wouldn't even mind if you shouted it from the rooftops right now. As long as you're happy."

"This is the happiest I've been in a long, long time." Blaine smiled, because it was the truth. Blaine was happy.