Winter Break ended, and Blaine was back at school.

After a whole week of the glee club finding a proposal song for Mr. Schue, Blaine had run through many songs. None that he felt were for Mr. Shue and Miss Pillsbury.

But Kurt and Blaine did agree that Come What May was their wedding song.

Meanwhile, despite the disaster at Christmas Dinner, Finn proposed to Rachel.

Blaine couldn't help but imagine when he'd get to propose. But he would keep his promise to his mother to wait. Besides he was already Kurt's and he had the collar to prove it. So he couldn't feel too jealous.

Blaine sat with a small part of New Directions, at the Lima Bean. They were discussing Michael Jackson songs they might be able to do for Regionals since some of the girls didn't have their chance at sectionals.

"Oh you're doing Michael Jackson? That's going to look bad since the Warblers are doing Michael Jackson too. And we're first," Sebastian gloated, walking up to the group.

"Why is he always here? Does he live here?" Kurt snapped. "I thought we told you to stay away from Blaine?"

"He's the one that told me this morning," Sebastian claimed continued cockly. "I heard when he booty called me."

"I have his number in my phone so that I know not to answer," Blaine whispered to Kurt. "And I would never do that."

"It's okay. I know, baby," Kurt placated him before turning to glare at Sebastian. "Do we really need to get a restraining order?"

"Hey, he contacted me," Sebastian smirked "And my dad is sort of what you call a state's attorney, so I don't see that sticking."

"We'll see about that," Kurt muttered.

With the Warblers stealing their setlist, everyone was angry, and some of them at Blaine.

They tried to think of a way to get it back. When Blaine claimed Michael Jackson would've taken it to the streets, everyone agreed, much to Blaine's surprise.

They met the Warblers in a parking garage and explained what they were dueling about and started doing their music battle.

At the end Blaine looked over at Kurt with a smile, but he saw Sebastian taking out a slushie. Blaine jumped in front of Kurt knowing how much Kurt hated getting slushied.

He screamed as the ice hit his face and burned his eyes. He felt like his eyes were on fire. He fell to the floor in pain. He could feel Kurt at his side, but Kurt couldn't fix this.

"Someone call 911!" Kurt demanded.

Santana pulled out her phone in shock and called.

The ride to the hospital was horrible. The paramedics wouldn't stop trying to pull his hands away from his face. The light burned his eyes worse.

When they got to the hospital, they told Kurt he had to stay in the waiting room, so Blaine didn't have anyone with him. Kurt must have called his mom, because she arrived in record time.

"What happened, Blainey?"

"I got hit by a slushie," Blaine explained cluelessly. He couldn't believe how much it hurt. No wonder everyone hated getting slushied.

"His right eyes has a severely scratched cornea," the doctor explained. "We need to schedule a surgery, but we'll need you to sign consent for it."

"Of course," she took the papers from the doctor and quickly signed, handing them back.

She waited with him until they patched his eye up. Then headed to the waiting room.

She found Kurt slouched down with his head in his hands. Once she got close enough Kurt spoke.

"That slushie was meant for me. I'm the one that should be in there," Kurt wiped away a tear. He was caught between a surge of love for Blaine, an annoyance that Blaine kept doing this. Only this time it wasn't a dodgeball. And worry that something might have been in that slushie that it could hurt his Blaine.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't have known," Pam soothed him.

"Could you help us get a restraining order?" Kurt requested. He wasn't going to back down this time. Sebastian Smythe was a menace and his very existence in their lives was too detrimental. "The guy who did this, he's been stalking Blaine for months. He thinks that he's going to steal Blaine away or something. But he makes Blaine so uncomfortable."

"You know who did it?" Pam asked, ready to get whoever hurt her baby.

"His name is Sebastian Smythe. He goes to Dalton," Kurt spit out, disgusted.

"Steven Smythe's son, the State Attorney?" Pam worried. "We can try."

"Doesn't it help that my dad is a congressman? The slushie was meant for me. Blaine just jumped in front of it," Kurt reasoned. It wouldn't be perfect, but if he was able to get a restraining order, that ferret face cocky asshole would never be allowed near him. He'd just have to keep Blaine close.

"Let me talk to your dad and we'll figure out what to do," Pam soothed. "Why don't you go back to school and update all your friends. I'm sure they're worried too."

"I guess," Kurt said not wanting to leave.

"I've got it handled here. You can come back after school."

Kurt sighed unhappily, but left when Pam explained how Blaine was injured.

"There were rocks in that slushie," Finn told the glee club. "He wanted to do that damage."

"Sebastian is evil, he needs to be expelled and sent to jail," Kurt confirmed horrified. "He knew what he was doing when he threw that slushie."

"We need to get revenge. An eye for an eye," Mike suggested.

Kurt couldn't focus on anything but Blaine and only heard tidbits of the rest of the conversation.

The day dragged on until Blaine's mom called and told him he was safe at home.

The second the bell rang, Kurt ran out of school and drove over to the Anderson's to see Blaine.

He knocked on the front door and it was open by Pam.

"I figured you'd be here soon," Pam smiled. "Do you want to give him his pain medicine? I was just about to."

"Yeah, of course," Kurt told her as he took off his shoes.

Kurt walked up to Blaine's room and his heart broke at the state of Blaine with gauze over one eye.

"Yaaaaaaaay! It's Kurt!" Blaine smiled dopily.

"Hi, baby," Kurt frowned.

"Look Kurt, I'm a pirate. AARRR!" Blaine touched his gauze.

"Don't touch your eye, baby," Kurt warned. He took Blaine's hand and took a seat near the bed.

"I want cuddles," Blaine pouted. "I'm sad and hurt."

"Okay. But first you need to take these," Kurt showed him the pills in his hand. "They make your pain go away."

"And then cuddles?" Blaine asked with a serious expression.

"And then we'll cuddle," Kurt confirmed.

Blaine took the pills and swallowed them as Kurt picked up a cup of water for him to wash them down.

"Blaine, you're going to end up choking doing that!" Kurt worried.

"Kurt, cuddles!" Blaine responded with a grin.

Kurt rolled his eyes adoringly and climbed on Blaine's bed to hold him.

"Thank you for taking that slushie for me," Kurt told him sadly.

"It hurt a lot," Blaine frowned. "I see why you don't like them."

"It wasn't a real slushie. That sociopath put rocks in it!" Kurt said angrily.

"I'm sorry, amour," Blaine mumbled.

"No, I'm not mad at you, baby," Kurt reassured him, kissing Blaine's head.

Kurt held Blaine until he was fast asleep. He slowly got up and went to talk to Blaine's mom about his condition.

School the next day was depressing without Blaine. He spent his whole day worrying until his dad showed up.

"Whats wrong, is Blaine okay?" Kurt asked, terrified that something had gone wrong. What if Blaine was going blind? Or they discovered something wrong with his other eye? Or Blaine was allergic to his medication?

"He's fine," Burt reassured seeing Kurt start to over analyze his visit. "The mail came."

Burt pulled out a letter from NYADA and a letter from NYU.

Kurt grabbed them and stared at them intensely like they'd open just by staring at them. Then he started walking, trying to find the best place to learn his future. He finally stopped at the choir room, his father complaining about Kurt's instance.

"I'm here no matter what they say," Burt reassured him once they stopped.

Kurt opened the NYADA letter first. Nervously, he read the letter.

"Dear Mr. Hummel," he stopped to remember the moment, then turned around to see his dad.

"I got in," Kurt said emotionally.

"Wait, what?" Burt asked.

"I'm a finalist!" Kurt cried happily.

Burt grabbed Kurt in a hug spinning around in a circle as he laughed.

"Dad! Your heart!" Kurt warned half heartedly.

"Screw my heart, you did it, Kurt!" Burt said excitedly. "Who's going to tell Blaine. You have to let me do it."

"Dad, are you crying?" Kurt asked in excitement. "I still have one more."

"Open it!" Burt told him, grinning.

Kurt took a deep breath before opening the letter.

"Dear Mr. Hummel, we are pleased to inform you," Kurt read before jumping up and down. "I'm a finalist for both!"

"Kurt you beat them all. They threw everything at you. They tried to beat you down, but you know what? You are unstoppable, Kurt. I am so proud to be your dad! They can never take this away from you. Right now in this moment, on this day, you won," Burt claimed, grinning in happiness for his son.

Kurt laughed, amazed by the turn of events.

Kurt went to inform Rachel, but he ended up having to comfort her because her letter hadn't come yet.

Still Kurt's happiness stayed and he found his dad who promised to take him to Blaine's house to see what letters had arrived for him.

They knocked on the front door.

Pam answered "I didn't expect you this early Kurt. Shouldn't you be in school?" She noticed Burt. "What's happening?"

"Have you checked the mail yet?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"I haven't yet. Is there something important?" Pam asked.

"Kurt got his NYADA and NYU letters today," Burt said proudly.

"Oh!" She rushed to her mailbox and found Blaine's Nyada and Columbia letter. "I guess the Nyu letter will be here another day."

They all headed up to Blaine's room.

"Yay!" Blaine said excitedly when he saw them.

"Blainey, honey, two college letters came today," Pam said happily. "Do you want to open them?"

"I'm sleepy," Blaine yawned.

Burt, Pam, and Kurt stared at him for a minute.

"Should I open them, Blaine?" Pam asked, nervous that Blaine was too loopy.

Blaine didn't answer.

Kurt walked over to him. "Blaine, I got into Nyada."

"Really? Kurt's the best star!" Blaine grinned, hugging Kurt loosely. "What about me?"

"Your mom has your letter." Kurt told him, staying in his eyesight to keep Blaine focused and not going on a pain medicine trip.

"Open it! Open it!" Blaine said a little over enthusiastically.

Pam smiled and opened the envelope, "Dear Mr Anderson, We are pleased to inform you that you are a finalist."

"Blaine got in! Blaine got in!" Kurt shouted, excitedly bouncing. He leaned down and gently hugged Blaine. "You got in, baby," Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.

Blaine wiggled happily.

"Good job, Blaine!" Burt congratulated, amazed at Blaine's accomplishment. He was a sophomore last year and now he was going to a prestigious university.

"Now for Columbia," Pam announced. She opened the letter and was silent for a minute. She looked back to them with a stunned breathless look. "He's a finalist for Columbia."

"Yay?" Kurt asked confused by her reaction.

"Kurt, Columbia is Ivy League," Burt explained. "I know he's smart, but that's amazing."

"Quinn got into Yale." Kurt said, not understanding why they were surprised. "And Blaine's been teasing her about stealing her Valedictorian spot all year."

Later that day, when Blaine was more coherent, Finn and Rachel came to visit, interrupting Kurt reading a magazine out loud to Blaine

Finn came armed with movies about people that had eyepatches. Kurt thought that was quite sweet of him. Rachel brought chicken noodle soup, also thoughtful because Blaine's mom was out at the moment and Kurt didn't want to leave him alone too long.

"It really means a lot that you guys would come and check on me," Blaine said, touched. "But we cannot let another moment pass without raising a zero calorie toast to Mr. Kurt Hummel aka NYADA finalist yaaaay!" Blaine looked at Kurt adoringly.

"Don't forget Mr. Blaine Anderson, Columbia and NYADA finalist!" Kurt supplied with a grin, so proud of Blaine for his accomplishment.

Rachel tried to smile, "Cheers!"

"So when's the surgery?" Finn asked, changing the subject for Rachel.

"This week. Honestly, I'm terrified," Blaine grimaced. The doctor had explained how the surgery would go and it all sounded horrible. They were going to stick things in his eye!

"Don't sweat it, dude," Finn assured. "You'll heal up just like new."

Rachel started to list performers with eye issues.

"I'm really bummed that I'm missing Michael week," Blaine complained. He really didn't want to talk about his eye anymore.

"That's why we brought it to you."

Rachel, Finn and Kurt started to sing Ben to him. Blaine watched them all, touched by their singing. He squeezed Kurt's hand in thanks and kicked his feet, grinning happily.

"Thank you, guys," Blaine said, pleased.

"So what do you do for fun, sitting in bed all day and not having to go to school?" Finn asked.

"I mostly sleep," Blaine admitted. "I can't do much with one eye."

"Lucky," Finn complained.

Kurt shot him an annoyed look.

"What do you mean you have a tape of him confessing?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

Santana had taken it upon herself to confront Sebastian.

"I did some recon. And he admitted it. "Santana told him. "We can go to the police."

"No," Kurt said to the shock of everyone. "My dad and Blaine's mom are working on getting a restraining order against Sebastian. It should go to them."

"You really think that's going to work? He's got an attorney on his side," Artie said, wanting the revenge.

"And my Dad is a congressman and Blaine's mom is a well respected sought out photographer," Kurt insisted. "If anyone can get Sebastian, it's them."

Unsurprisingly, Rachel got her NYADA letter a couple days later.

Blaine's letters came too and he was a finalist at NYU as well. He was waitlisted at AMDA. But he didn't really care. He now had three college he was accepted to. Now all he had to do was nail the auditions.

His surgery went very well. Now he just had to wait until it completely healed.

A/N: Might be a couple days till the next update because my sister is getting married in like 14 hours from now.