Kurt didn't know what to do. All of it happened too fast for him to comprehend. One second he was walking down the hall, and the next he's being shoved against some lockers and Blaine is lying there in a puddle of slushy screaming. Someone managed to call 911, and soon after arriving at the hospital, they took Blaine away to get him checked out. Kurt called his dad immediately. As soon as Burt got there, Kurt fell into his arms, sobbing, going on and on about all the horrible things he said to Blaine on Thursday, and the older Hummel simply holds his son and tells him everything was going to be okay, and that it would all work out. Once Kurt had calmed down, he told his dad what happened with the slushy. In no time the doctor came out and said Blaine was awake and that everyone was healthy, except that his cornea in his left eye was deeply scratched and he would need surgery to fix it. Kurt hurried into the room, letting Burt tell the doctor the story. As soon as he entered the room as saw Blaine sitting there with an eye-patch over his eye, tears fill his ocean eyes and he opens his mouth to speak.

"You're such an idiot, you know that." Kurt smiles a little when Blaine looks at him and slowly walks over, sitting on the edge of the bed, "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" Blaine asks innocently, slurring a little due to the safe-for-the-baby pain meds.

"Push me out of the way like that." He sighs softly and hesitantly takes his hand, holding it tightly, "You shouldn't have done that."

"Oh." He blinks and tilts his head slightly, looking even cuter when a curl falls into his good eye, "I'm sorry then… man, but that was badass, huh? I felt like Batman! Well, until it started to hurt."

Kurt can't help but laugh, "Batman? Really? Why not Spiderman? Or better yet… Superman?"

Blaine scoffs and shakes his head slowly, sighing, "Oh you naïve, little Kurtie… Batman is the only cool one. Wanna know why?"

"Why?" He smiles lovingly, rolling his eyes a little, "Enlighten me."

"He's the only one who doesn't have super powers and is still badass." He grins a little.

"What about Iron Man?"

"Well… he doesn't count."

"But you said-"

"Shh!"

"In all seriousness, Blaine, badass or not, it was stupid." He scoots closer and looks into his eyes (well, eye), frowning softly, "You could have gotten hurt worse than this; you could have gone blind! They had to have put something else in that slushy."

"Maybe they put a hockey puck in it!"

"Oh goodness…" Kurt instantly breaks out in a smile and he presses a kiss to his love's forehead, "We can't have a mature conversation when you're all doped up. Get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He starts to get up, but stops when he grabs his hand, "Blaine?"

"Don't leave." He stares up at him, swallowing hard, "Stay with me."

"I am." He sits back down, squeezing his hand, "I'll be right here, sweetheart." Blaine tugs his hand and scoots over in bed, patting the empty space next to him. Kurt smiles softly before kicking off his shoes and crawling into it with him, taking his love carefully into his arms, "Is this okay?"

"Yes." He rests his head on his chest and takes a deep breath, relaxing instantly, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He smiles and softly starts to play with his curls, looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm still mad at you." He mumbles, beginning to fall asleep already, "Wh-what you said really made me sad, Kurt. I-I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry…"

"You didn't do anything." He frowns deeply and tightens his arms around him, "Let's talk about this after you take a nap, okay? I want you to remember what I say."

"I can hear your heart beating." Blaine says randomly, wrapping his arm around Kurt's stomach, "I like it. It's nice. I wish I could listen to it all the time."

"Sleep, you goof." Kurt smiles and rubs his arm slowly.

When Kurt woke up, the first thing he noticed was that the bed next to him was empty. First, he began to panic, cursing himself for falling asleep. Great, now Blaine had gone wandering aimlessly around the hospital, all pregnant and doped up on pain medication, probably freaking out on everyone that tries to help him! What if he thought he was Batman? What… what if he jumped out a window? Kurt instantly relaxes when he hears the toilet flush. Oh. He was just in the bathroom. He looks up when Blaine pads over to the bed and crawls back into it. The room was dark, but the dim light from the window illuminated Blaine's face perfectly, showing all of his features. Kurt stares at his face while they sit in silence. He looked tired and sad, like he'd been both emotionally and physically drained. Kurt knew it was his fault and he hated it. His boyfriend just took a tainted slushy for him even after all of those horrible things he said.

"Hey." Kurt says softly, breaking the silence, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, Peanut's just sitting on my bladder." Blaine sighs, looking down at his hands as he sits up more, leaning against the bed, "That's the fifth time I've peed in the past hour. It's ridiculous really. I think she does it just to annoy me."

"I'm sorry." He licks his lips, "What time is it anyway?"

"Probably time for you to leave." He plays with his ring for a moment, "I didn't ask you to stay here with me. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

The coldness in his voice stung, "Actually, you did ask me to stay. Not that I wouldn't have even if you didn't, but the point is that you did, and I'm here whether you like it or not."

"I don't want you here now, I'm fine." He keeps his eyes cast down at his hands, still playing with his ring.

"I liked you better when you were doped."

"I liked you better when you were my boyfriend."

"Come on, Blaine." Kurt frowns, "You know I didn't mean the stuff I said to you. Would you let me explain? Please?"

"So you're just a bitch for sport then? You're upset and hurting about something, so you want to make everyone around you just as miserable?"

Ouch.

"Okay, I deserved that."

"You deserve to get strangled. Because that's kind of what I want to do right now."

"I didn't get into NYADA." Kurt blurts, his frown deepening, "I found out after you went to take a nap and… and I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that, but that's just me. When I'm upset, I say things I don't mean and tend to hurt people. Blaine, I regretted it right after I said it, but I… I couldn't stop. There must be something wrong with me or something."

"You didn't get into NYADA?" Blaine asks softly, gently taking his hand, "Oh, Kurt… I'm so sorry."

"Don't do that." He pulls his hand away and frowns more; if he kept frowning like this, he was definitely going to get wrinkles, "Don't be all supportive and loving like that, especially after how I treated you. It makes me feel even worse because you're so… so great, and I… I fucked up."

Blaine looks down and licks his lips, rubbing his belly slowly, "So… so you don't think I'm holding you back from your dream? I… I really try to support you. I really do. I thought I was doing a good job an-and…"

"Sweetie… Blaine, you're doing an amazing job." Kurt takes his hand and holds it tightly, "I love you so much. You've done nothing but support me, and I am so lucky to have you. So, so lucky."

"You were just upset?" He looks at him for confirmation, biting his lip, "Are you sure there was absolutely no truth to your words?"

"Well." He smiles and laces their fingers together, happy to finally have physical contact with a sober, completely awake Blaine, "Except for being stuck in Lima, everything was just my anger talking. I don't blame you, baby."

"You'll make it to the big city." He smiles at him and squeezes his hand, "I believe in you. Like I said, if not NYADA, then NYU. You'll get to New York, Kurt… don't worry."

His heart swells as soon as the words 'I believe in you' leave his lips, "And I'll take the city by storm too, don't forget about that."

He grins and shakes his head, "Never."

Kurt stares into his good eye for a moment before softly resting his hand on his belly, "Is she okay? I bet she missed me…" He scoots down so his face was right next to his belly.

"The doctor said she was okay." He blushes when Kurt pushes up his hospital gown to expose the big round bump, "What are you doing? Stop it…"

"Stop being so embarrassed, you're adorable." He presses a kiss to the warm, bare skin and smiles, laying his hand on it, "Wow. Just think… in a few months we're going to be parents."

"Uhm, yeah…" He licks his lips and tugs at the gown, "Please stop. I ha-have…"

"Stretch marks, I know." Kurt smiles up at him, "They're normal, and if you've been using my cocoa butter everyday like I said, which I have a strong suspicion that you have because you always smell like it, they'll go away after she's born. Stop fretting."

"I feel like a beached whale." Blaine whines, resting against the bed again as he takes a deep breath, "And I'm only going to get bigger. This is miserable."

"What time is it? For real this time." He strokes his tummy with his thumb, smiling as he kisses it again.

"Like, three in the morning." He gasps loudly when Peanut gives a firm kick, "Oh. Dammit, Kurt. You woke her up." He wasn't angry, just frustrated.

"Sorry, sorry…" Kurt rubs his tummy in soothing circles and softly starts to sing, closing his eyes, "Last Friday night, yeah we danced on table tops and we took too ma-"

Blaine snorts and smiles, "Really? That's all you came up with? Wow. That's setting an example for our child. Way to go."

"Oh shut up." He smiles and scoots back up, pulling him into his arms, "It was the first song that popped into my head. Don't judge."

"But you're usually so… not top forties." He teases and looks up at him, snuggling into his arms.

"You hush, now. Rest your eye. You have surgery tomorrow." He kisses his forehead and smiles.

"That's right." He swallows hard and tightens his arms around him, "Surgery."

"Hey…" Kurt coos, rubbing his arm softly, "You'll be okay. I'll be right here when you wake up, I promise. No worries."

"Yeah…" Blaine looks up into his eyes with his good eye and smiles, "Am I your boyfriend again?"

"Of course you are." He instantly smiles, "You were never, not my boyfriend. Let's not count that at a break-up. Just a misunderstanding."

"Will do."

"Good."

"Good…"

Kurt stares into his eyes (eye) for a few more moments before smiling and finally giving in, leaning down to press a firm kiss to his lover's lips, tightening his arms around him to draw him closer. It was like sealing the deal. When he feels Blaine smile into the kiss, his smiles as well and cups his jaw, parting his lips. As soon as their tongues meet Kurt lets out a deep moan and twines them together. Feeling Blaine begin to tremble beneath him as the kiss gets more intense, he lets his hand travel farther south…

Blaine squeals and pulls away from the kiss, pushing his hand away, "Kurt!"

"Hm, what?" Kurt asks softly as his lips find another place to kiss, mumbling against his skin, "We're supposed to be making up…"

"We're in a hospital!" He says with a grin, gripping his shirt in excitement; to be truthful, Blaine liked the idea of making love in the hospital… he liked the danger of it, "Someone could walk in!"

"So?" He brings his lips to his ear and softly nibbles on his earlobe, whispering, "I want to make you feel good…"

Blaine shivers and closes his eyes, speaking breathlessly, "K-Kurt… this is… a bad… oh."

"Just let me take care of you…" He purrs, kissing down his neck, "You know you want me to…"

"If-if you keep… I mean…" He couldn't remember how to breathe, "Forget it. Don't stop…"

"Lie back and relax, baby… I'll take care of you."

They spent the next morning together and Kurt had to listen to Blaine complain about not being able to eat until after surgery. Even as they wheeled him to the OR he was complaining, saying things like 'why can't I just have something?' 'Kurt, I'm starving!' 'Make sure you have food for me when I get out; as soon as I get out!' After seeing him off, he went back to the room… where he was bombarded by the whole lot of very worried and angry Warblers. Including one he didn't have a particular fondness for.

"Is he okay? What happened?" Wes questions firmly as he and the others stand up.

"Yeah, do we need to kick someone's ass?" Nick adds, cracking his knuckles in a way that, if he didn't know how much of a sweetheart he was, probably would have frightened him.

"Whoa, whoa." Kurt holds up his hands and his eyes widen, "How the hell did you even get into this room? How do you even know what happened?"

"Santana called Wes and told him, then he told me, then I told Nick, then Nick tol-"

"Okay, I get the point, David." He sighs and makes a face. Of all people, Santana called them? Weird…

"So is he okay?" Sebastian asks softly, frowning.

"Uh, yeah." Kurt snaps at him, crossing his arms over his chest defensively, "He's fine. He just went into surgery. I'm pretty sure those hockey jerks put something else in the slushy because I've gotten it in my eyes before and it's never done something like that."

"I'm guessing you two are okay now then, right?" The stupid meerkat face says.

"Yes." He pauses and tightens his arms across his chest, glaring, "How did you know we were having a fight?"

"Blaine told me you broke up, not having a fight." He was confused, "I found him at the Lima Bean and he was upset. I took him to Dalton for the weekend because he didn't have anywhere to stay."

"What the fu-"

"Don't get upset, I'm not trying to-"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Don't interrupt me!"

This was going to be the longest hour and a half of Kurt's life.