"No no no no no absolutely not."
"But Kurrrrttttt, it's Patrick. Patrick."
"Step away from the spongebob Blaine."
They were three hours into a massive lets buy Blaine clothing shopping trip, and Kurt was attempting to pry Blaine, who matched Kurt in his fashion passion, although they were equally passionate about completely diffierent clothing, away from an admittedly adorable shirt featuring Patrick the starfish.
"Fine Kurt."
"Now lets see, do you think you have enough clothing?"
"I think so. Are you sure it isn't too much?"
Kurt, hearing the quaver in his voice, opened the door and hugged Blaine tightly.
"I promise. You're worth everything. I love you. Now how are you doing?" He brushed some curls out of his eyes, noting that he felt a bit warm, nothing serious but still.
"Fine I promise. But is it okay if we head back to our apartment? I feel a bit strange."
Kurt barely managed to contain a grin at Blaines use of the word our, but instead kissed him teasingly before taking an armful of clothes from the pile stacked neatly on the chair and made his way to the checkout counter.
As they walked along the bustling street back to the apartment Kurt looked at Blaine with so much happiness he felt like he could skip, if it wouldn't look so silly. Blaine was here, and he was out of reach of his idiotic parents at last, no matter how badly they had hurt him they were together in NYC, their dream of so many years. And Blaine, no matter how badly he was hurt was still his gentlemanly, goofy, and wonderful boyfriend. He reached over to give Blaine a quick kiss, still relishing the fact that they could do that without fear, and slung an arm around his shoulder as they turned into the lobby and headed up the elevator, Kurt hung like a coatrack with bags upon bags and Blaine clutching the various sweets and other foodstuffs they had gotten for lunch.
"Whew" Blaine said as he flopped down on the couch. "Kurt I don't even know what to say. Thank you. This is. Wow. I love you."
Kurt sat down next to him a tad more gracefully, wrapping a still coat clad arm around his shoulder. Blaine sighed happily, pulling him into his lap so that he held Kurt securely around his waist, tracing slightly distracting circles over his hip bones. Without speaking, but while giving the boy a chance to refuse the contact he massaged the taut yet sensitive skin.
"I've missed you Blaine" Kurt said suddenly, his voice completely serious. "It's been lonely without you. I mean NY is wonderful, everything we've ever dreamed, and I don't know what I would have done without Rachel but I've missed just being able to be around someone and feel so safe. You're my home, this," he gestured to the couch and up at Blaine, "This is my home. Here, with you. I love you."
"I love you. I've missed you too. I never want to be apart from you. I want it to be you and me, taking on the world. Forever."
"Always." Kurt murmured.
"You just made a harry potter reference Kurt Hummel I've turned you to the dark side. Yes….."
Kurt just laughed, laughed until both he and Blaine were shaking with the force of their laughter. It felt so good to just loose themselves in the not very funny comment and forget about everything that had happened htat neither of them wanted to calm back down.
"Ow" Blaine gasped suddenly, his still sore ribs protesting their unexpected excersise. Kurt instantly froze, swiftly moving to support Blaine, who had begun to slip down off the couch.
"Blaine!" He shrieked, hurriedly lifting him up back onto the couch.
"Blaine talk to me, are you okay? What hurts baby?"
Blaine, whose eyes had closed from the shock of the hurt tried to reach for Kurt, who held him gently back against the couch.
"Shh Sweetheart, don't worry. I'll take care of you. What hurts."
"Um, I think I'm okay now. It was just a bit, much. My ribs are still sore. Hey," He reached up a hand to cup Kurt's cheek, "I'm fine, I swear. Slow and steady right?" After a moment in which Kurt leaned worriedly into the touch.
"Okay Blaine, if you're sure. But you know I always worry about you my love. You should get some rest though, you still feel a bit feverish. Do you want to go to bed or stay here?"
"Here's good." Blaine murmured, already seeming to relax into the cushions. "I like listening to you moving around hwile I sleep. Its soothing."
Kurt smiled lovingly, grabbing their treasured gigantic fleece blanket from his closet and wrapping it around the already sleeping boy. He pressed a kiss to Blaines feverish forehead, smoothing his curls so they wre a bit less haphazard.
"I love you Blaine. I wish things were better for you. But you're here now. You're safe. I promise my love. Sleep now. I'll be right here when oyu wake up."
Blaine didn't respond but Kurt saw his breathing even out into the soft murmuring sighs that always made Kurt smile.
"Oh Blaine, I've missed you."
Speaking quietly as to not wake Blaine Kurt pulled out his cell phone and called his house, his heart fluttering a bit with nervousness. As he dialed Kurt pulled a bit of the gigantic blanket over him, the warmth soothing him and he smiled when Blaine snuggled up against his legs.
"Dad?"
"Hey son? Hows things in the city?
"Well. Blaines here."
"That's nice! I didn't know he was coming? Is mckinley on break?"
"No dad. He's here. His dad snapped. He's kicked out."
"Wow. Is he okay? Are you okay?"
"No, he's hurting and scared and I'm sad for him and worried. He's here though, and safe, which is pretty dam great. We went clothes shopping today which was good. He had a terrible asthma attack though dad. He nearly died! He has to see an allergist and he's got all those bruises, and a concussion and…" Realizing that his voice was probably going to wake Blaine Kurt hurriedly got up and went into his room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed.
"Son, listen. Take a deep breath. Everythings going to be okay. You're both healthy and safe and Blaine made it out to you. Does he have any clothes and such?"
"We bought some clothes and shoes today but not nearly enough and you know I don't have any money dad. He was kicked without his laptop or schoolwork or identification or guitar and…"
"Kurt. I'll take care of getting Blaine's stuff. Don't worry about it. I know what you're going to say; and I know money is tight, but its tighter for you you and I want to help you too. Blaines a good kid and he doesn't deserve this. Let me do this for you son."
"If you're sure dad. But be careful, you'll be retiring soon, and I've got that job starting in a few weeks."
"Kurt… I'm helping you and that's final. I'll also have Carole talk to Blaine about the allergist appointment. I hear that stuff can be complicated. And breathe son. Everythings going to be fine. You're not alone in this. Can I talk to Blaine for a minute?"
"I'll have him call you later, but he's sleeping now. I think shopping wore him out. He;s still soo tired. It scares me."
"That's normal son, he's been through a lot. Kurt, I'm proud of you. He's lucky to have you to come home to."
"I love you dad."
"I have to go son, but know I'm here for you, back in Ohio or on the first plane to NY if you need me."
"I know. Thanks."
"Bye son."