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The next day while they were lounging on the couch watching crappy reality television, the phone rang. Kurt answered, "Hello, Kurt Hummel speaking."

He was met by an unfamiliar gruff voice on the other end, "Hello Mr. Hummel, this is Sergeant Collins from NYPD, may I please speak to a Mr. Blaine Anderson?"

Kurt was slightly taken aback when he heard who was calling but nonetheless handed the phone over to Blaine with a stunned, "Sure."

Blaine gave a confused look to Kurt as he was handed the phone, "Hello?"

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Ummm…Yes?" Blaine was still confused so his reply came out as more of a question then anything.

"Hello, I'm Sergeant Collins from the NYPD, I'm calling this evening to inform you that we have found the men we assume to be your attackers." Blaine remembered the Sergeant coming in to question him but he had just woken up from the anesthesia so all the details were a little blurry.

"Wow, okay… ummm really?" Kurt was now the one who was confused at the look of shock on Blaine's face. He was mouthing to Blaine asking him what was going on, but Blaine jut kept holding up a finger telling him to wait a minute. Kurt was tired of waiting though and pressed his ear to the phone to try and hear as much of the conversation as possible.

"Yes, there was security camera footage that showed all of their faces, they definitely weren't trying to hide. Of course we will need you to come down to the station to try and confirm that these men were your aggressors, and depending on what your answer is they will appear in front of a judge and plead either guilty or not. If you do believe them the men that attacked you then we will hope they plead guilty, for if they don't the case will have to go to trial, and that could be a very long ordeal where it is more than likely that you would have to testify. Do you understand all that?" Both men sat on the couch in a stunned silence for a moment, trying to process the wealth of information that was just laid upon them.

Luckily Blaine snapped out of it quick enough to reply in a semi-reasonable time, "Yeah-yes, yes, I understand, when do I need to come down to the station?" Blaine was still slightly weary and he sure as hell didn't want to have to go to trial.

"Well, we would obviously like this to be over as soon as possible. I think it would be best for every one if you could find time in your schedule to come down tomorrow," Sergeant Collins was obviously a very impatient man.

"Yeah, sure. Ummm I'm still off work so I should be able to come down any time tomorrow. Do you have a preference?" Truth be told Blaine was kind of intimidated by Sergeant Collins and really didn't want to get on his bad side.

"If you could be down at the station at 11:30 tomorrow morning that would be appreciated."

"Of course, I'll be there at 11:30. Thank you." Kurt took his head away from the phone, a look of shock still on his face.

"Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Anderson." And with that there was a click on the end of the line and Blaine and Kurt were left in a stunned silence.

"Wow," Kurt finally broke the silence, but the shock was still evident in his voice and it was smattered all over his face.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly."

"I'm assuming you need me to drive you considering that your leg is still in a cast and you probably don't wanna take a cab all the way down there." Kurt looked over at Blaine; he was trying to get rational thoughts back in his head.

"Oh yeah, I hadn't even thought of that. Are you sure you'll be able to get even more time off work? Wait! You never told me your big news!" Blaine pointed an accusing finger at Kurt.

Kurt laughed at him, "Well last night you were in such a bad mood about the chair that you completely forgot to remind me to tell you about it."

"Well I'm reminding you now. So tell me."

"Alright, well we already went over my dislike of the working order at a certain fashion magazine," Kurt got a disgusted look on his face even just thinking about it.

"Yes, yes, now get to the good part!" Blaine was becoming impatient.

"Well, I was waiting to tell you until everything was finalized, which is why you didn't know before the accident, but…" and Kurt got a huge smile on his face. He was barely able to contain his excitement. "I got a job at Vogue!" Kurt actually started bouncing up and down when he finally got the news out.

"What? Kurt that's great! How?" Blaine's excitement was clear as day; he had the biggest, brightest smile.

"Well, I sent in my résumé to a bunch of different places, just on the off chance they might be interested and I might have been able to get out of that hell hole, and it worked! I got two other offers but how could I turn down Vogue?" Kurt was elated; he was bouncing on the couch as he told Blaine.

Blaine was still confused though as to why Kurt had so much time off work, "Wait that still doesn't answer my question, why can you get so much time off work? What's your job?"

Blaine didn't seem to realize the can of worms he was opening when he asked that question. Kurt went on for forty-five minutes about every eccentricity about his new job; it boiled down to the fact that Kurt would be making the first draft of the magazine. He would take all the photos and articles, arrange them in a way he see fit, then send it off to an editor who make small changes, who send it to a higher up and so on. Kurt said he liked to think of himself as the foundation that the magazine was built on.

"Basically I haven't been taking time off work but instead working from home… or the hospital I guess." Kurt's smile only faltered slightly when he mentioned the hospital.

Blaine looked just as happy, if not more so if that were even possible, "Seriously, I am so happy for you, although my joy might be a little selfish because honestly I'm just excited that I don't have to listen to you complain about Magazine-That-Must-Not-Be-Named anymore."

Kurt laughed and looked slightly guilty but told Blaine he had pretty much figured that out.

The next day Kurt awoke to a crashing noise coming from the bathroom. He rolled over to look at the alarm clock and saw it was only 6:45 in the morning.

"Blaine, honey, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but what the hell are you doing?" Kurt's normally high voice was gruff with sleep and annoyance.

Blaine's head peaked out from the bathroom, his curly hair was only half gelled leaving for a very strange picture, "Sorry, I dropped the gel. Did you know that plastic hitting linoleum is really loud?"

"Yes, that fact did recently come to my attention," Kurt was on the brink of falling asleep again, "May ask why you are awake and gelling your hair at 7 am? Actually why are you gelling your hair at all? You haven't done that since high school, I didn't even know we still had any gel."

Blaine was starting to look ashamed, "Well, ummm, I just- old habits die hard?" What Blaine had meant to be a statement came out more of a question, like he was asking Kurt if it was alright.

"I don't wanna do this right now, it's way to early, wash it out. I'm gonna go back to sleep wake me at nine," and with that Kurt was asleep and Blaine was going to take another shower to wash the gel out of his hair.

When the two men finally got back to their apartment Blaine was emotionally and physically exhausted, and he looked it too. It may have been because he woke up 6:00 am and it was now half two in the afternoon and he had spent that time thinking about and telling the story of his attack and identifying his attackers, but who knows?

"I'm starving," Kurt was almost as tired as Blaine physically, but he was nowhere near the emotional state Blaine was in. "I bet you are too, do you want me to make some lunch?"

"I'm gonna go change out of these cloths, I hate wearing suites." Blaine's normally bright eyes were glazed over, Kurt was amazed he hadn't fallen asleep right where he was standing.

"Alright, ummm, you do that and I'll make us some lunch. Just come into the kitchen whenever you're done. Okay?" Kurt was worried about Blaine; he looked like a dead man walking or rolling. Blaine barely nodded his head before rolling slowly in to their room. Kurt stood for a moment, just watching Blaine, before he went it to the kitchen to fix up their lunch.

It only took him 15 minutes to make lunch, but he was surprised Blaine hadn't come in yet. After waiting another five minutes he decided to check on Blaine to make sure he didn't need any help. What he saw instead when he got into the room was Blaine lying face down, shirt off, suite pants still on, on their bed, dead asleep. Kurt sighed, he knew that Blaine was exhausted but he didn't know it was this bad. He looked him up and down once and decided to let him sleep, he turned and left the room.

Two and a half hours later a stumbling, groggy Blaine limped in to the living room and fell on to the couch next to Kurt. "How long was I 'sleep?" Blaine mumbled as he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Well it's 5 o'clock so you had a fairly long nap," Kurt smiled down at Blaine and placed a soft kiss into his curls.

"Then why 'm I still tired?" Blaine asked with a yawn.

Kurt had opened his mouth to answer when the phone rang. He told Blaine not to fall asleep and then picked up the phone, "Hello, Kurt Hummel speaking"

"Hello Mr. Hummel, its Sergeant Collins calling, is Blaine there?"

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